The Divine Hunter

A dense ginkgo forest, the moonlight outlines a row of zigzag silhouettes pointing to the sky.

The wind was blowing from the depths of the night, bringing the bone-chilling cold in the north.

A woman appeared in the woods, tall and slender, with black hair, wearing a thick gray padded jacket, with an apron and a home-cloth skirt tied around her waist.

A torch in one hand, and in the other a bulging linen sack covered with black powder.

It was so heavy that she could only drag the bag on the ground and move it slowly.

"Henriel, you're there, aren't you? Answer quickly! Don't pretend to be dumb!" The woman walked to a tree and stood still, looking around like a groundhog, her delicate features were blown by the cold wind The red, violet-colored eyes revealed a hint of timidity, and then he patted his slightly heaving chest as if to cheer himself up.

"Sorry, Ignatius, I just arrived." A tall man came out of the darkness not far from the woods, his green hair and funny chin lit by the jumping light of torches.

The man walked five meters in front of her, and his gray eyes shot at her, revealing a scorching heat that scared Isagna, and she couldn't help but step back and get closer to the ginkgo tree.

"I didn't expect you to come..." Henry squinted his long and narrow eyes, revealing a self-righteous gentle smile, a shredded white radish stuck in the gap between the yellowed front teeth, "It's in the middle of the night, and it's dark. It's cold, it's dangerous...you're braver and bolder than any other girl in the village."

"Who said that! Where's the danger? You'll be home in ten minutes, and all the dangerous animals in the woods have already been killed by hunters. Besides, you're not here. What's the matter in a village, you soft bastard has bad intentions?!"

The man's face darkened.

The woman forced a calm smile and dragged the sack in front of her with difficulty, "Don't be snarky, hurry up and trade, it's freezing outside, stay here, I'm afraid I won't be able to get sick tomorrow morning!"

"That's right..." The man nodded, took a step closer to her, and took out a few Huang Chengcheng coins from his arms, "Ten bisants... Is a bag of charcoal right?"

"Wait! The number is wrong!" The woman's face suddenly changed, her eyebrows stood upright, and her clear voice became high-pitched, "The price we negotiated during the day was obviously 20 Zantes! Why is it less than half, you dare to play me!"

"Your price is about the same as the original price. I might as well buy it directly from your father, Old Hader, so I don't have to trade with you secretly." The man shook his head and sneered, "Igesena, please understand me too... I worked hard in the mines. I made so much money after digging for a month and a half.

It is impossible to spend all for a bag of charcoal. You let me drink the northwest wind for the second half of the month? "

"Damn! You bastard, you son of a bitch!" The corners of the woman's eyes turned red, she pointed at his chest, and couldn't help but yelled, "I sneaked out in the cold wind at night and took such a big risk!"

"You're right... So it's not impossible for 20 Bizant..." Henriel suddenly changed the conversation, and there was a trace of uncontrollable restlessness in his tone, "But I have an additional condition—"

He paused, rubbed his hands, and looked up and down the woman slowly and disgustingly.

"Leave the kennel, or shit! If you don't say anything, I'll leave right away!" the woman yelled.

"You have to make me comfortable." The man grinned, raised his throat, and squeezed out a sad expression,

"Igsena, have pity on me, a thirty-year-old bachelor. You don't know how tormenting you are to see you twisting your ass in the village every day... Bachelor, sad and pitiful, I'm really lonely."

"Can I get my wish?" Henriel took another step closer to her, the smell of onions, potatoes and pickled radishes on the woman was so sweet to him.

The woman took a step back in a panic, barely holding the bag up in front of her.

"And as long as you promise, I promise to buy you a bag every month from now on. I know you've been saving money lately."

"I am the most enthusiastic man in the whole village. I am willing to generously and selflessly sponsor you, as long as you fulfill my little wish."

"Rogue! Liar! Stupid ass! Get out of the way! Don't do this with me! I'm not a country imbecile, a shameless fool!" Man, "You're going to be in heat, go find a sow in your circle, or drill a hole in the tree! Yes, the one behind you!"

She turned around in spittle.

The pupils contracted, and the pretty face stiffened from fear.

Another man emerged from the swaying bauhinia bushes behind her. He had a red face and a sturdy figure. At first glance, he looked like the kind of worker who often worked in the mines.

"Kord...you, why are you here?" She turned around and gave the green-haired man a fierce look, "You two are together? What do you want to do!? Don't come here, otherwise, I, I will let my father deal with you hard. Break your three legs!"

"Oh, my cute baby, haven't you recognized the reality yet?" The red-faced man narrowed his eyes, his nose was snorting, and his eyes were full of greed, as if he wanted to make the typical farm beauty in front of him even with a belt. The meat is swallowed in the stomach. "If old Hader knew the truth - you steal carbon and sell it like this, again and again, I think he'll break your leg first!"

"Lock you up for ten days and a half months..."

"Second!" The man said more seriously, "Because you are dating a disgusting mutant behind his back, he will definitely sell you to the old cripple in the next village as his wife!"

The blood on the woman's face faded with a "swoosh", her lips trembled, and she could no longer utter a swear word.

"You think it's safe...Igsena?" Henriel added his strength and said threateningly, "You must know that there is no airtight wall in the world, and your affair with the mutants has long been broken by us!"

"You meet by the river, and your mouths are swollen!"

"Maybe he's planted a damn parasite in you!"

"It's only when we take care of our old feelings that we can persuade each other."

"No one but the two of us knows your secret right now. Want us to keep your mouth shut for you—how about that?"

"Since you're willing to take advantage of the savages, bastards, and smallpox patients that came out of the mountains! Why don't you show mercy and help us good neighbors?"

The two men were one after the other, pressing towards the woman step by step.

The woman leaned back against the tree, opened the sack, took out a pile of black charcoal, and threw it at the two of them.

"Don't force me...Stand still! I warn you!"

"I have to step on ten jars of pickled vegetables every day, and then get closer... I will step on your warm eggs with one foot!"

She gritted her teeth and spittle, but her expression couldn't hide her panic.

An unmarried woman who has an unclear relationship with the witcher.

If spread out.

She is absolutely disreputable, and his father will beat her to death!

"We didn't force you... If you want, then everyone will be happy... If you don't want to, don't blame us for talking!"

"Igsena, you must think about it... In fact, my eloquence and tongue are no less than that of a bard."

The green-headed man said eloquently,

"How about I read a love poem to cheer me up?"

"Dong dong!"

The cold wind whistled past.

In the middle of the night, two strange muffled noises suddenly sounded in the woods.

A dark shadow passed by Igsena's eyes, and a strange purple flash suddenly erupted in the air.

Then she widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

The green-haired man and the red-faced man who threatened her seemed to have fallen for evil!

In front of her, he opened his arms and hugged each other like a loving couple, hugging so hard, as if he was hugging the lover of his dreams.

They nibbled at each other's rough and ugly faces.

Then they fell to the ground together, rustling and fighting fiercely.

...

A slender and tall figure suddenly appeared beside the two of them.

He put his hands on his hips, he wore dark glasses, and he was dressed in gray-brown leather armor, with two sword hilts protruding from his shoulders.

The moonlight shone down in front of him, illuminating a high-spirited face.

He quickly drew a triangle charm towards the girl with five fingers, soothing her mind.

For some reason, the woman calmed down inexplicably.

This man was trustworthy, and a strong feeling rose in her heart.

"You... who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, Igsena, I'm the mutant these two bastards call me. You can call me Roy."

"I happened to be passing by, but their mouths were full of feces, so I gave a little punishment... But don't worry, they won't die," Roy smiled warmly, showing her the Snake Pie badge around his neck, "They're still busy, Busy to the point of darkness, I'll never think about such a thing again... and then I'll fall asleep for an hour."

"Now, let's talk... Who is the mutant you mentioned just now, who is the smallpox patient?"

She tilted her head, not to look at the two worm-like wriggling men, and after a moment of hesitation, she began to speak slowly.