The Divine Hunter

The cold night wind blew through a ginkgo forest. The branches and leaves trembled and rattled, and the moonlight danced peacefully on the mottled ground.

A man and a woman sat opposite each other by a roaring bonfire.

The woman's violet eyes stared at the night sky, her tone full of emotion, "The mutant they are talking about is called Cohen... Master Roy is also a witcher, have you heard of him?"

"Slightly heard..." Roy took out Golfing from the hood, put it in his arms, and rubbed its soft belly.

It started rolling mischievously, fiddling with the witcher's fingers as if they were cat sticks.

Seeing this, the woman's expression couldn't help but feel more relaxed.

"He came from a cliff by the sea at the foot of Dragon Mountain. He was a witcher of the Griffin school who graduated from Kyle Siren."

Different from the panicked expression just now, the woman's demeanor was gentle at this moment, and the moonlight reflected her amorous face.

"Wait... Ms. Ignatius visited Griffin Academy? Can you find it there?"

"Cohen took me around the castle, but I feel like his teacher, Kelda, doesn't like me very much and doesn't want me to stay there too long?" she said. "As for the fort, it's almost like ruins— — Cohen told me that many years ago, most of the castle's buildings were washed away by a huge avalanche."

"Cohen and his teacher... Kelda still lives in the few broken houses that remain..."

Roy nodded, and the sporadic information of the Griffin colleague Cohen flashed in his mind. He only remembered that this guy would guide Ciri in swordsmanship for a while in the future.

As for Kayle, the current Grandmaster of the Griffin School, he has heard his name for a long time.

It is necessary to obtain more information in order to win over the plan.

"Cough, ma'am, I have no ill intentions, I may have a friendly visit to Kael Siren soon, and I want to know more about the Griffin witchers... For example, you and Cohen are lovers relation?"

from the observed results.

This young woman, 20 years old, has an average physique, but she is tall and tall, with delicate features, and her skin is not as rough as other village women. She is a typical farm beauty.

Just an unremarkable chest.

She silently bowed her head slightly,

After a while.

"Hmm" sounded.

"I've known Cohen for over a year."

Roy nodded secretly.

So, doesn't that guy owe me a favor!

"I heard from these two bastards just now that you don't like witchers in your village. How did you get in touch with Cohen?" Roy paused. The more detail the better."

"I..." The woman put her hands in front of the fire to dry, a shy and timid blush appeared on her face, turned her head and glanced at the two men lying in the field not far away.

The two have ended their fierce battle.

It is full of big men lying down and making a pile.

One after another snoring.

"Master, don't worry about Henriel and Cod, these two bastards, in case they wake them up—"

Roy glanced complicatedly at the two sleeping men.

"Sorry...I didn't expect them to be so fast and for such a short duration. I think they need to see a doctor. But that's okay, they won't wake up within an hour. You continue."

"I used to think witchers were monsters, executioners, robbers, and perverts. Because that's what the elders in the village said—"

The woman recalled and described,

"The witcher hides in the snowy mountains, and is in the company of hairy and strong snow monsters and ferocious wolves. children, even babies in swaddling clothes."

Roy sighed and rubbed his temples. He was a witcher, he was clearly a little monster and a "beast".

There is still a long way to go to improve the reputation of witchers, especially in this kind of rural, barren land.

"Have you never hired a witcher to help you in your village?"

"Our village has been established less than 20 years ago, and many villagers' impressions of witchers are based on rumors." The woman shook her head and continued, "Until last summer, I was washing clothes in the east of the village, by the Tango River, in the water. Suddenly a slippery terrifying monster popped out, grabbed my ankle and pulled me into the water."

"Water ghost!" Roy said.

"That's right, it's this thing! I heard the old man in the village say... It drags people into the water, and if it's a male, they will kill and eat it."

"If it's a woman..." Iggena took a deep breath, a trace of heart palpitations flashed on her face, and she whispered gloomily. "Grab back to the lair, tie it up and breed for them, and give birth to water ghosts!"

"Making up!" Roy rolled his eyes, "How can human women steal men from female water ghosts? Those old men don't even know what reproductive isolation is!"

He is now both afraid and expecting more words from the other side.

"I'll never forget that day, when he suddenly appeared, a flame burst out of his palm, and he ignited the water ghost like a magic trick, burning him alive." The woman shook her head, a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, her tone was gentle, without the slightest bit of pungency she had before, "He rescued a poor and foolish woman."

"I was soaked all over, drank a lot of water in my stomach, and lay on the pebbles, cold and afraid, like a vegetative person. Cohen continued to help me selflessly..." Ignatius said, "I was hugged by him. When we got to the woods, he built a bonfire for me to dry my clothes to keep warm, and fed me a glass tube of green liquid, which I later learned was anti-cold. He was so sweet!"

"I was terrified at the time, I thought he was going to hurt me... I kept my head down, looking at him from the corner of my eye-" Igsena's tone was soft and watery, with a girlish mood, "He is tall and tall. , has thick black hair and a short black beard, full of manliness. There are some small acne scars on his face, like those left after the recovery of smallpox..."

"What impresses me most is that his eyes are divided into several colors, white, yellow, green..."

Roy's face turned solemn.

According to his experience of two trials of green grass.

The harder the mutation process, the more complex the iris color.

His two colors are already exhausted to death.

Cohen must have suffered more than he had.

"I thought he was going to say something," the woman continued, "but when I regained my mobility, he just left silently. No demands..."

"Until I got home and thought about it... I felt more and more that the stories I had heard were unbelievably ridiculous." The woman's tone sank, "The witcher is not at all what the old man in the village described, so bad that the soles of his feet ooze pus. ."

"Cohen, like a knight, saved me heroically and selflessly..."

"Congratulations, you have seen through the illusion of the world." Roy nodded, "The witchers of the Griffin sect believe in chivalry and are happy to lend a helping hand to others without asking for anything in return."

To be honest, of all the witcher schools, the ones he admired the most were the Griffins and the Serpents.

The former has a decent style and treats compatriots like siblings, while the latter is willing to give up his life for the revitalization of the college!

Other schools, even the Wolf School, either lack a goal or lack cohesion.

...

"But I didn't even have time to say a word of thanks," Iggena continued. "I didn't tell anyone about it. The next day, I couldn't help but go back to the woods near the Tango River, where he took care of me. ."

"Then the second day, the third day..." She lowered her head and muttered to herself, "I'm like a demon, I'll go back whenever I have time."

she recalled,

"It wasn't until three months later that I finally got my wish."

"I saw him by the river again, and I took the initiative to go up and say hello to him."

"Cohen showed a shy and stiff smile like a big boy."

...

"I'm fascinated by him... His mixed temperament, his calm voice and eyes, his warm hands, and his strong heartbeat." The woman smiled brightly, "I fell in love with him."

"We have a rendezvous in the old place every fortnight. We can talk about everything and share all the details of life."

"Enjoy each other's youthful bodies."

Roy suddenly held Golphin to his face and took a deep breath.

The strange symptoms were relieved in an instant.

"But I've had enough. I can only sneak every time and don't let outsiders know! Otherwise, people in the village, including my father, will call me a slut, beat me, and even kill me!" The woman's eyes flashed with determination Ray, clenched his pink fist, sat up straight, "I decided to leave this ghost place completely!"

"I need to save enough money to settle in the city with Cohen!"

"Ron Essett or Pound Venis... There are people from all over the big cities, and the people are not as superstitious and ignorant as in the countryside."

"They don't discriminate against witchers."

"Then you need a lot of money," Roy said.

The two countries she mentions are the winter and summer capitals of Cowell and Povis.

Prosperity is at the forefront of the world.

"You're stealing charcoal from your home to sell it, and it may take years to save enough. Also, have you told Cohen about this? Are you sure he'd like to move with you?"

"I..." The woman hesitated, "I plan to save some more money and surprise him then. But it looks like..."

Violet eyes turned to the two sleeping men on the ground.

"Master Roy, what are you going to do with them?"

The witcher tucked the cat into his hood again, put on his sunglasses again, and got more or less what he should know.

"What good advice do you have..."

He stood up suddenly, put his hand between his neck and made a gesture of wiping his throat, and the strange-colored pupils showed a cold light.

"Since you are Cohen's woman and a witcher friend, do you want me to help you get rid of the two scum once and for all?! Anyway, before the two of them died, they had enough to enjoy all kinds of tricks."

"Don't! Let them just lie down like this!" The woman clasped her hands in front of her hem, squeezed them into a ball nervously, and spat at the two men. "Let them wake up and remember the scandal they've done!"

"Then... Master Roy, I, I have a request." The woman's voice faltered at first, then became firm, "You said at first that you were going to Kyle Siren... I want to go together, I know the entrance to the fortress Where!"

Roy hesitated.

Let me elope with a country woman, someone else's woman.

Why bring this tow bottle?

He thought about it and swallowed the refusal.

Take her, and if old Kelda is stubborn, Cohen should be grateful to himself - this is called coercing a mate to make a griffin, especially for "griffins" who believe in chivalry.

"Are you sure you want to go with me to Kyle Siren, and let these two guys go? When they wake up, they can't decide how to arrange you and smear your reputation. And my seal is not enough to brainwash them."

Roy glanced at her cheek and solemnly reminded,

"Think clearly, once you leave today, it will be difficult to come back later! You will never see your relatives again!"

"I've had enough of the old man at home who scolds me all day long and beats me often! I'm also fed up with these stupid and disgusting neighbors!"

The woman had already woken up from the effect of the seal, and the statement she had just opened her heart to, instead helped her make up her mind.

She doesn't hesitate,

"Please, help me!"

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