The Divine Hunter

In the Geildorf district in the afternoon, the lazy winter sun is hypnotizing.

As a wealthy area where Nuocheng citizens are vying to join. Gildorf has complete living facilities, luxurious and atmospheric houses, and the prosperity is not inferior to the commercial area.

Outside the Gorgon Tavern, which is adjacent to the bustling market, on the chairs in the courtyard, three groups of people form a horn and face each other silently.

On one side were a few dwarves with beards hanging down to their waists, carrying heavy hammers and giant axes on their backs. The leader was a butcher Cliff with a Mohawk hairstyle and a majestic butcher with a meat chopper.

A bald-headed man in a thick hooded cloak accompanied him.

Sitting next to each other, looking at the posture, they are obviously close allies.

The bald man rubbed the eye-catching golden seal ring on his index finger, and looked at the opposite side with peaceful eyes.

Three strong, sturdy witchers and collectors in purple robes sat in a pile.

"Your Excellency Francis and Your Excellency Cleaver, thank you for being willing to take the risk and have a frank conversation with us at this time of confusion."

"Olof Beard!" The butcher called his name unceremoniously. "If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go! I have limited patience and don't want to talk too much with people with different ideas!"

The Oakes brothers looked surprised.

This guy treated them very differently from last time.

The last time I was in the underground fighting arena, I still maintained basic courtesy, at least on the surface, I was polite, neither humble nor arrogant, but this time the hostility was real.

The Beggar King glanced around.

Many ragged people, hiding under the overpass, at the entrance of the alley, a beggar in a remote corner, cast their gazes here in response.

The Emperor of the Fallen Forest, who has always liked to stay calm and have a peaceful attitude, is also uncharacteristically, with a hint of thorns in his words, "Criver has such a bad temper, and sometimes it can be offensive, but he is the same on the outside."

"Collectors, there are a few more... I will call you a master at the end... I have a question, are you all the same?"

"Or is it one thing to promote whitewashing in the Nuocheng Dance Hall, and another to actually behave?"

"I haven't offended the two of you recently, have I?" The collector's pupils shrank,

With a puzzled expression, "Master Demon Hunter did not violate the peace agreement reached last time."

"Why do you two look like you've eaten gunpowder? Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"Isn't it clear what you've done?" Clifford stroked his thick beard without concealing the contempt on his face. "I don't think I'm a good person, but I don't want to kill innocent villains indiscriminately."

"I have my own bottom line. In my opinion, some businesses can be touched, and some businesses, as long as the person under my restraint, who dares to touch it, I will cut him into eight pieces and feed it to the dog!"

"I've done bad things," the beggar king sighed, shaking his head, "but I can't do some animal acts."

"As long as you do it, you will go to hell and be tortured in the future."

"What business are you referring to?" Leto's thick palms rubbed the back of his head along the top of his head. "For the past two months, my brothers and I have been honestly staying in the suburbs to run an orphanage. Raising homeless homeless children. ."

"Are you referring to the orphanage's livelihood?"

"Very good! You admit it!" The butcher snorted suddenly,

"Should those kids be left to fend for themselves," Serret sarcastically said, "otherwise it's a sin?"

"Why was the act of kindness misinterpreted by the two of you?"

The dwarf sat on the long bench, caressing the sharp blade of the meat picker, his hoarse voice was like the sharpening of a stone, "Those children have lost their parents, are homeless, and have suffered enough."

"Witcher, why do you want to reach out to them and make them suffer inhuman pain?"

The beggar king Francis rubbed his finger on the ring and continued, "It is well known that witchers use a trick called the Law of Accidents to kidnap ordinary children."

"It's different from the plots made up by the Nuocheng dance hall... The witcher takes the children to a remote and uninhabited place, and uses them as material for inhumane mutation experiments."

"Transform children into monsters with beast pupils and a metabolism that is different from ordinary people!"

"And the whole process, the experimenter will be worse than death, and the survival rate is less than 30%!"

"Witcher, do you dare to say that the orphanage is purely out of good intentions, not an evil attempt to create the same kind?!"

The three witchers of the Snake faction exchanged glances, and as expected, their actions were already noticed by the local snakes.

But they have a clear conscience.

However, not everyone knows the survival rate of the green grass trial so clearly.

"You are still not satisfied!" The butcher glared at Gawain and continued, "You have brought in the collector, a big man who is also obsessed with human experiments, and let him be your umbrella and collaborator! Double the torture of that Group of children!"

"Mr. Olof, don't think that your previous cruelty is completely covered up. You have so many innocent souls that a bathhouse can be piled up!"

"We've also heard of your 'eye-opening' bloody exhibition room."

"It just happened so naturally, the human experimentation fanatic and the mutant-savvy witcher hit it off!"

"For this reason, your attitude towards witchers has changed so much, right?"

Witchers and collectors suddenly realized.

The words of the Beggar King and the Butcher are not without reason.

If you don't know the inside information, there may indeed be misunderstandings - perverted collectors cooperate with witchers who like to kidnap children, and use orphans to conduct inhuman experiments.

"You two, take the liberty to ask, who told you these words?" Serret asked. "Is it from a city councilman named Sebastian?"

The witcher clearly caught the dazed look in the two's eyes, they didn't seem to have heard the name.

"We don't know any congressmen! In fact, it was an anonymous letter that reminded us at the beginning, and the letter pointed out your evil plans!" Actions can be analyzed in a way that is inseparable from ten!"

"This meeting is also a coincidence. Your Excellency Francis and I are preparing to cancel the peace agreement we have reached with you!" The butcher shouted indignantly, and the dwarves behind him snorted rough noses, giving birth to the same hatred. "And hereby remind you that from now on, you are not allowed to take action on the poor orphans of Novigrad!"

"Whether it's human, half-elf, or dwarf."

"Otherwise, the bearded weapon is not a vegetarian!" Cliff took a step forward with a blushing neck and the dwarf behind him approached.

"Lord Clifford, do you want to be with Alphonse Willie?" Oakes smiled at him.

The dwarf seemed to be strangled by his neck, his face stiffened, and he took a step back in an instant.

"Now, can you show us those two anonymous letters that deceived you, and I will refute them word for word!"

"No body!" The cockscomb swayed above the butcher's head, and he was a little gloomy.

"Back to the point, can you be honest about how far the orphanage experiment has come?" Francis asked, "How many children are left? How many children are still alive?"

"All alive..." Serrit raised his head with a smile on his face, as if he ignored the repeated questioning and did not get angry at all.

"Don't make fun of me." The beggar king raised his eyebrows that were lighter than a woman's.

"This is not a joke! They are alive and well!" Oakes retorted, "much happier than the children who beg for food under your command, the children in the Eternal Fire orphanage, and the children who were sold to Skellige by human traffickers!"

The beggar king's face stiffened.

"Your Excellency Francis, you won't believe it without any basis." The bald man suggested, "Instead of convicting us here and listing trumped-up charges, why not go to Gawain's house and take a look?"

"Ask those kids in person."

"Perverted witchers and collectors, did they abuse them... use them for cruel experiments."

"It's beautiful to think about," the dwarf shook his head. "Go to your territory, and you'll take it all over you? No one will stop your atrocities in the future!"

"You can bring as many people as you want," suggested the collector. "We don't mind."

"Or, are the two big gangsters afraid of a dozen or so demon hunters?!"

"Go and go, whoever is afraid! The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

...

Meanwhile, the temple island of Novigrad.

Outside the gate of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

A little boy looked around, and while the priestess in the white robe was not paying attention, he stuffed a letter into the donation box, then bowed to the eternal fire, and left as if nothing had happened.