The Divine Hunter

A touch of fish belly white appeared in the sky, and the cool morning breeze blew through the dense alder forest, the lush grass in the forest, the evenly distributed farmland outside the fence, and the emerald green leaves covered with dewdrops, pouring into the quiet and peaceful home of Gawain. .

Carl, who was sitting in the yard, took a deep breath.

The smell of spring sprouts breaking through the soil wafted in the nostrils, as well as the charcoal that had not been blown away by the wind and the strong smell of barbecue.

I can still remember the bonfire party last night.

The little friends held hands and formed a circle. Accompanied by the melodious lute of a famous music master named Dandelion, they danced and laughed to their heart's content.

Recalling this scene, Carl's mouth twitched, and his childish little face couldn't help showing a hint of pleasure.

Then he seemed to think of something... He lowered his eyes and frowned, revealing a trace of unease and fear.

"Carl, my best brother, why do you get up so early on a rest day?" Monty rubbed his eyes and muttered, sitting down beside him, hugging his shoulders affectionately, "Sorrowful, are you reluctant to let us go? , can't sleep all night?"

"Why don't I tell the teacher, don't let you leave Gao Wen's house and go to some special training."

"That's right, Carl, staying at home is like exercising, why...how do you say it?" Arkhamtom left the bedroom at some point, sat down beside him, and licked his dry lips.

Lloyd, followed by Chanem, stepped into the courtyard.

The five-man squad of reserve witcher apprentices gathered.

"It would be boring without you in the daily training," Chanem brushed the black hair that stood out above his head, and said with a sigh, "These guys are quite limited in level and talent, and training with them, I feel If there is less than the slightest pressure, there will be no motivation to fight.”

The three little friends suddenly grinned and made a threatening expression.

"Look at your pretty little face..." Lloyd blinked his pale blue eyes and said regretfully, "If you leave, those yellow-haired girls won't be so diligent in peeking at our training."

"Eighty percent less fun."

"As long as you stay, it's a big deal," Monty took a deep breath, the brown hair on his forehead swayed lightly, and there was a hint of hesitation in Cornflower's eyes, as if he had made a great determination, "It's a big deal, I won't do it in the future. steal a woman from you.

"

"I..." The corner of Monty's mouth was shriveled, and he was so sad that he almost cried, but then he said firmly, "When you and Vicky get married, I will be a flower girl for you!"

"That's right, let's give up the competition and won't grab the bride with you!" The three little guys agreed, putting their hands on the shoulders of the people around them, their heads pressed together in the middle, like an interlocking chain, as if doing so , the relationship between them will be stronger.

"How can you be reluctant and humble about love? Haven't you seen how Mr. Roy pursued Mr. Rita..." Carl shook his head with an old-fashioned tone.

"Did you see it?" The four children suddenly gleamed with curiosity.

"When I got up to pee once... uh... I saw it by accident... The two of them, burrowing into the woods at night... Then there was a purr of a wild cat inside."

"Later I found out that it's been like this for days in a row... It's called romance! I promise, in that woods, Mrs. Roy would recite love poems to Mrs. Rita every night."

"Still fighting with bare bottoms..." he mumbled indiscernibly, "That's how I conquered her."

The four listening children grew up, suddenly realized, and nodded their heads, as if they had benefited a lot.

"That's why it is true love that is won by virtue of its own charm and strength, otherwise it is hypocrisy." Carl said seriously, like a leader, and patted his companions on the back of the neck one by one, "I will accept your sincerity. Yes...but I have to leave!"

"But don't worry, I'll be training outside for half a year at most."

"In the next six months, I will usher in the most important turning point in my life... uh..." Carl tilted his head and typed for a while, "As long as I endure hardship and torture, I can turn into a white swan like an ugly duckling. ."

"But you're not ugly?" Monty was puzzled.

"Shut up, don't interrupt! At that time, I, Carl, my strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, my name will be removed from the reserve, and I will become a genuine witcher apprentice." Carl teased, "Don't be lazy, be I've fallen too far."

"Lions are destined not to be friends with house cats!"

Arkhamtom asked curiously, "What if it didn't make it through?"

After a long silence.

"Shut your crow's mouth! What if!"

A few pairs of dirty little hands covered Arkhamtom's mouth in an instant, his eyes rolled, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

Carl looked at his slapstick companion, turned his head amusedly and moved, and his eyes narrowed——

Beside the bedroom window of Black Blondon, a pair of twinkling eyes appeared quietly——

The seven girls in the orphanage, as well as the fat aunt, are all paying attention to themselves secretly.

Eyes full of reluctance, concern and blessings...

Everyone, is this a farewell for me?

At this moment, the owl quietly appeared beside him.

This time, the witcher didn't slap the disciple's forehead, which was about to be dented, but rubbed his messy hair.

"Are you ready, little monkey."

There was a touch of rare warmth in the indifferent tone.

Carl nodded and shouted at the children around him.

"Wait, guys, I'll be back in triumph!"

A glint slipped from the corner of his eye.

The child waved desperately, "Goodbye, Carl!"

...

The laboratory under the Temple Island had just ended a dangerous trial not long ago, but soon welcomed a second trial.

It was still the well-equipped, spacious and bright alchemy room.

The cat pie apprentice sat on the operating table with a thin and thin body, looking left and right, looking like a frightened little beast.

Although he had already swallowed the prodrug, he had experienced more than a dozen times that life was worse than death.

But it's still inevitable to be nervous.

The vulture patted him on the shoulder soothingly, and opened a thick record with the other hand, which recorded the data of Carl's physical examination.

The remaining nine witchers stood by the wall covered with stalactites not far away, their arms crossed their chests, and their necks stretched out without saying a word. Their faces were more or less tense, and the most direct-tempered Lamber. Te and Oaks were even more breathless.

Rita Nieder picked out a small black bottle from a large lineup of bottles and jars, pulled out the cork, and a strong, pungent smell of hormones filled the entire secret room.

Roy, who was beside him, took the bottles in coordination and placed them neatly in an iron box.

"Carl's physical fitness is very good, and the training during this period has been very effective."

"As long as he cooperates with me obediently, um, the pass rate is not low." The sorceress paused, "If you are really unlucky, you don't have the fruit of a golden oak tree... Double insurance is enough to keep him alive."

The owl lowered his head, his face ugly.

Taking that fruit, Carl will lose his memory.

"Masters, everything that needs to be said has been said, I am ready to work... Are you still not going out?"

The sorceress put down the small black bottle, picked up another small green bottle and shook it quickly under the light.

The witchers remained motionless, their faces full of reluctance.

The sorceress rolled her eyes with her back to them, her fiery red hair dangling lightly on her shoulders,

"What are the pestles like a row of wooden stakes doing there, let Carl run back and warm up before the trial? Don't you think it's too crowded? In case any important instrument is overturned, solution."

"The little guy is out of luck."

"He stayed and helped..." The sorceress gave Roy a charming smile, and her blue eyes turned to other places and became solemn again, "As for you all, go away, what are you doing, don't stay here to get in the way? of!"

"No!" Phrius stood up and emphasized with a stern voice, "Rita Ned, Karl is my apprentice, and it's only me who suffers with him!"

"I must stay close to each other and participate in the entire trial of green grass!"

"Do you know the rules or not, I am the host of the ceremony, I have the final say here!" Rita Ned did not give in an inch. "Otherwise, we will not be responsible for any accident during the trial!"

Owl caught his breath, gritted his teeth, and turned to the young witcher with a pleading face.

Roy sighed, "Coral, or let the vulture stay."

"The old man has some experience with the grass trial," Vesemir said next to him. "Ms. Rita is going to start the first step, injecting the blended hormones and hormones into Karl?"

The sorceress tapped her head.

"As far as I know, this step does not require an extremely quiet environment."

"On the contrary, when the child Carl stimulates adrenaline, he needs the right person to guide him to vent the excess energy in his body. The more noisy the better."

"Trust us, the witcher is the best sparring partner!"

"We promise not to cause trouble!" Serrit said earnestly. "Let's stay."

Several pairs of beast-like pupils looked at the sorceress.

The expectation is as strong as the dazzling sunlight.

Obviously, all the witchers took this child's trials extremely seriously.

The sorceress was silent and walked straight to Carl.

"Bear the pain, boy."

"Yeah." The boy sat up nervously.

She opened her arms, cast a spell, and quickly drew complex gestures with her fingers. The crystal clear liquid in the bottle flew into the air, turned into an ox capillary, and slammed into the boy's chest.

At the same time, the multicolored light from the fingertips poured into his body crazily.

The latter was shocked.

A strange tinge of blood appeared on the delicate and pale cheeks, and then spread to the neck and the whole body.

His nostrils spewed hot air, clenched his fists suddenly, and jumped up from the operating table.

He beat his chest with excitement.

The skin is red as if soaked in hot spring water all day.

The sorceress turned her arms around her chest, turned to the crowd, raised her chin proudly,

"Since you strongly request it, he will leave it to you for the time being. I have to go out with Roy!"

"Enjoy the two-person world, don't rush back!"

The owl hurriedly responded, looked around, and quickly picked a moderately sized training ground in the corner where the evil spirit stone sculpture was originally placed.

"You're lucky, little Carl..." Oaks smiled eagerly. "Ten teachers give personal guidance, and the emperor does not have this kind of treatment."

"Enough, a bunch of idiots! He's my student, so I'll take care of him! You should go back and look after the children at home!"

"Relax, buddy, there is Lord Gawain to help take care of it at home," Kaiyan raised the sunglasses on his nose, making a rare joke, "and what is the difference between brothers? Your disciple is my disciple."

"We are obliged to help him through the grass trial!"

Next, a group of strong and sturdy men surrounded a thin boy, and took turns with the training sword in their hands, spinning him like a spinning top.

From time to time, it is used as a human-shaped wooden stake, allowing him to gallop, jump on his shoulders, and swing his wooden sword with unparalleled speed!

Sweat.

The men smiled brightly as if they were back in childhood, playing with the toys of the Tin Soldiers.

Carl stared at gold stars, and screamed, but he was full of fighting spirit, like a little wolf cub who would never admit defeat.

...

The sorceress took Roy's hand quietly, waved her five fingers in front of her, the light of magic flashed across her fingertips, and instantly opened a portal full of air vortexes in front of her, and the two jumped into it lightly.

In an instant, the world changed.

From the laboratory under the temple island, teleport to an old wooden boat.

The wooden boat floats alone on the boundless blue sea, the rough sea breeze blows, the seagulls hover above the head, and "Oou" keeps calling.

"Coral, do you take this ship as a positioning target?" The witcher's dark gold and silver gray eyes flashed with a hint of doubt. "Aren't you afraid that the waves will wash it away, and the two of us will pass it over and turn into chickens?"

"Half of this ship is a magical creation, and it's not that easy to damage." Rita Ned grabbed his hand and twitched his fingers playfully.

"And you don't want to accompany me to be a jerk?"

"I can't." The witcher kissed the back of her hand.

"Actually, it takes a while for Carl to release the hormones in his body... We have to hurry up and create some good memories." The sorceress is like a mermaid on a reef, stretching her body and leaning against her back. He cuddled lazily in his arms.

A gleam of water flashed in his eyes.

The witcher slowly probed her hair with both hands, sniffing the wonderful aroma between her necks.

He didn't hide the light in his eyes.

After the second mutation, the physique exceeded 20 points.

His energy was so high that it caused some trouble.

"Carl's green grass trial will take at least three months, maybe even half a year... During this period, it is difficult for us to meet each other, at most once a week... It's set on every Sunday, understand?"

"Um…"

"You can't break the appointment!"

"Then I also have a request. No matter who conducts trials in the future, you have to keep a proper distance from them." The pupils intertwined with gold and silver stared at the sorceress seriously.

Dangerous possessiveness.

Rita Ned's meticulous care that month also made him understand his heart.

The latter covered his red lips with a coquettish smile, fondling his cheeks affectionately, his hair slid across his lips, and his eyelashes flickered like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes? Coral, why don't you answer?"

"Because I was thinking, what kind of surprise can make you feel at ease." The sorceress smiled and posted it.

"Um...ah..."

"I'm relieved now. To get to the point, Coral, do you know any other sorceresses who are familiar with each other?"

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Rita Ned's eyes flashed with vigilance.

"Don't get me wrong, in fact, men can also... I think that there is only one warlock in the Brotherhood, and it would be too much work to rely on you to preside over the grass trials... This means that there is no extra time between us."

"Giggle, little rascal, are you planning to fool other spellcasters? It's beautiful to want it." The sorceress lay in his arms and looked back and chuckled, "I know a lot of well-known or unknown warlocks, Margarita, Kayla. Metz, Yennefer, Tishaya, Triss... the little witch you saved Casca..."

She listed more than a dozen people in one breath, her tone was the last, and she glanced at his face with bright eyes, "Would you like to go see Casca?"

Roy also hesitated for a second, then shook his head decisively, "She has her own life."

Wait until she grows up.

Rita nodded in satisfaction, stroking his forearm rhythmically, as if stroking a cat, "There's no way other warlocks than me would be able to get along with the so-called Witcher Brotherhood... for now... an unpopular organization. Cooperation. Besides, you can afford a second warlock?"

Roy was lost in thought.

In fact, for more than a month, Rita Nieder did not receive the salary of the Brotherhood. First, the money that Queen Aldiko of Kalak compensated her was enough to use it for several years. Second, she did not want to be in this pure There are too many interests mixed in the relationship.

Roy was also forced to eat a soft meal.

However, during this period of time, a lot of money was spent on the orphanage, the two trials of green grass, and the improvement of the formula, mainly the latter two.

With the monthly income of the two shops alone, it is impossible to make ends meet.

Not to mention that there are still many plans to spend money, such as the improvement of weapons and equipment, and the purchase of some important equipment, which have not yet been put on the agenda.

Hire another warlock, you have to make a good combination with the two shapeshifters.

"Don't be too ambitious... It's only been a year, the number of witchers has doubled, and an orphanage has been opened, which is already amazing." Rita Ned comforted softly.

"There will be a second spellcaster sooner or later, but the rest of the energies should be on Karl, understand?"

"Well, Carl's side, honestly, is it guaranteed to succeed?"

"Not sure. You were nearly fourteen years old when you participated in the trial, and your age was seriously over the limit, while Carl was only 12 years old and the size was just right. The grass trial will transform him stronger than you, which means that the risk is even greater."

Do older mutants deserve to be discriminated against?

Roy shook his head.

The sorceress continued, "Not to mention that Carl is not as good at 'creating miracles' as you are, and he has multiple roles: a prophet, a beast trainer, and inexplicably glittering on his body, healing all scars."

"Enviable... I promise, you'll be willing to tell all your secrets sooner or later!"

"Then you have to keep reassuring me."

"Hmm." The sorceress bit her lower lip with eager eyes.

Under the indigo blue sky, the waves on the sea were turbulent, and the narrow wooden boat drifted unrestrainedly, and gradually, violently tossed and swayed.

a long time.