The Divine Hunter

into the night.

The dark sky and the two bright moons at sea complement each other, and the snow in the forecourt of Kel-Seren is gleaming white.

The entire Giant Dragon Mountain Range was silent, except for the screeching of the night wind passing over the snowy slopes and the sound of the tidal waters of the endless sea under the cliffs hitting the reefs.

Ignatius, who had traveled for half a day, was exhausted and went into her room early to rest.

And Cohen took the teacher's order, took Roy, breathed in the snow outside the house, visited the library and the simple alchemy room beyond Roy's imagination, and told him about the past of this ruin by the way.

"Dude, talk about it, the glorious history of the Griffin School and Kyle Siren... How did it come from?" Roy squatted down and put Goalphin on the snow. Immediately, a soaring black shadow appeared in the sky.

"You're asking the right person. The teacher told me about this history countless times and asked me to memorize it. Have you seen that stone tablet during the day?" He sniffed, "It was the elf mage who first discovered this magical place and set up a stone tablet in the courtyard."

"Later, around the beginning of the eleventh century, our..." He paused, squatted down, and patted the snow, "Master Azulie, the creator, led a group of men to build this castle... as you said See, most of the buildings are buried under our feet now."

"However, the original mages used Kel Siren as an experimental site to continue the witcher mutation experiment..."

"But the experiment was not very successful... The corpses of many failed experiments piled up in the lobby, as well as the ghosts of those who did not become witchers and the curse of death."

"Azulie led the mages to abandon this ominous place... to pursue a new career."

Roy sighed heavily towards the palm of his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable. Those founders didn't seem to be good people, and their methods were cruel... They treated humans as experiments and discarded them when they were used up...

"At about the same time, the witcher cult split, and witchers with different ideas went their separate ways."

Cohen continued, his tri-colored pupils reflected the moonlight, and the whole person was shocked.

"Ellan of Larvik led thirteen like-minded comrades in arms, followed the footsteps of the founder Azulie to Kael-Seren, cleaned and buried the corpses in the castle, and swore his sovereignty over Kael-Seren, Established his own school. In honor of his influential mentor, a knight named "Griffin", Grand Master Elam decided to name the school after him."

"The Grand Master Elam created a fighting style that focused on preparation, flexibility, and the use of magic.

Start training witchers of the Griffin school. "

"At the same time, he nurtured his disciples with "The Noble Spirit of Knights" and "Guide to the Virtues of Knights."

Roy's eyelids jumped.

"He hopes to reverse the common people's impression of witchers. He hopes that one day people will let go of their prejudices and sincerely show respect and gratitude to witchers."

Roy paced slowly, once again looking at the low fort with only a few rooms behind him.

Inexplicably felt a power.

The Griffins are definitely idealists.

But he was also a little puzzled, since the mage chose to abandon the witcher,

"Why did Your Excellency Elan come here to find Azulie?"

Send it to your door to be a licking dog?

"According to my teacher, although the Great Master hates and despises the Master's cruel experiments that go beyond the bottom line and destroy humanity," Cohen breathed, "but he agrees with his original concept of 'saving the common people'."

"He wants to find Azulie and Cosimo, and ask for one - have they betrayed their original intentions?"

"He wants to turn the two creators back on their feet."

Roy shook his head.

A witcher tries to persuade the tyrant who created him to change his behavior, and Roy admires Elan's courage, but—

"There is no doubt that Your Excellency Elland has failed."

Cohen shook his head gloomily, and continued for a long time, "He never saw the two founders from beginning to end, and he had no chance to convince them. But it was a blessing in disguise, he found such a magical place, and established Kyle Siren. , and then Grandmaster Elam devoted the rest of his life to Griffin School."

"Many well-known justices have emerged from the Griffin faction."

"Like the Dragon Slayer, George of Calgan."

Roy pouted.

To be honest, in the impression of the world, this dragon slayer who was killed by Xiao Xiao's plot was more unfortunate and stupid than heroic and powerful.

"Cohen, do you think Azulie and Cosimo are dead?" Roy asked.

"No one knows." Cohen sighed, "Anyway, they haven't appeared in front of the world for a hundred or two hundred years."

...

"Kel Siren was established, and other schools followed in this period... All schools operate independently and in balance. The witchers entered a golden age of unprecedented activity, from the eleventh to the twelfth century."

Cohen shrank his neck and seemed to feel a little cold. He shrank the five fingers of his right hand one by one, and instantly outlined the Helios spell. The black magic shield covered his body, and he straightened his waist immediately.

Roy raised his eyebrows, the other party's gesture of sketching the seal was so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

"It wasn't until a hundred years ago that Grandmaster Elan discovered that the majestic development of the witcher had finally reached the point where no monsters could be hunted."

Roy took a deep breath and recalled the various experiences he had experienced after becoming a witcher. With mixed feelings, he blurted out, "When there are no monsters to kill, the witcher becomes a monster in people's eyes."

Cohen glanced at him in surprise, "Your Excellency is young, but your knowledge is not bad."

"When people are no longer threatened by monsters, witchers are far superior to humans, and their spell-like abilities are regarded as threats." Cohen's tone was ironic,

"At that time, the great plague broke out in Temeria, and the church was afraid of the demon hunter's inflated power, and slandered the demon hunter as the culprit."

"What church means so dirty?" Roy asked, "Father of the sky Cliff?"

"I don't mean to belittle the current church...I'm just stating a fact," Cohen emphasized before replying, "Several churches, Cliff, Meritelli, Eternal Fire...their archbishops at the time thought the witchers were a threat. to spread the faith..."

"Start stigmatizing witchers."

Roy lowered his head.

He thought of the Temple of Meritelli on the outskirts of Elland, the loving Aunt Nannick, the priestesses who selflessly adopted orphans.

This great faith also has this dark history.

"Meanwhile, mages covet the rich magical tome of Kayle Siren."

"I learned about it from Mr. Vesemir..." Roy interjected, "A lot of secret knowledge of Kael Siren is envied by the magic schools such as Arethusa and Ben Arder."

Cohen glanced at the moon in the sky, a trace of pride appeared on his rocky cheeks, and sadness followed, "Yes, most of our predecessors were obsessed with magic, through their own repeated research, and from Collected from all over the world. The Grand Master Elam refused to share this knowledge with the mages who love to participate in politics because of the principle of neutrality."

"The mages silently triggered a devastating avalanche in the Dragon Mountains on the pretext of the crime the sect had placed on us." Cohen said heavily, "The avalanche destroyed and drowned Kayle Siren."

"What's more terrifying is that it was a late winter night. My seniors followed the tradition of going out in the spring and returning home in winter-all the Griffin witchers gathered in Kael Siren, and they were in the room at night. Meditation, almost dead..."

"So the avalanche happened a hundred years ago?" Roy asked. "Only Kelda survived?"

Cohen nodded and shook his head, "My teacher, the monster knowledge tutor of the Griffin faction, survived by luck."

"And Grandmaster Elan was in the courtyard outside the castle at that time...witnessed with his own eyes that the castle he operated for most of his life turned into a snow-capped mountain, and countless compatriots died tragically."

"Witness the greed and cruelty of humans and mages..."

Cohen suddenly clenched his fists and released them again.

"He was heartbroken. He helped my teacher get out of the ground. After treating his injuries, he left a book of "Hunting Demon's Notes" that recorded all the knowledge in his life.

"One hundred years have passed since then," Cohen said regretfully. "As an apprentice of the Griffin faction, I have never seen the once glorious castle."

Well, two survivors, two very different options.

One guards the ruins.

A dismayed one left.

Roy couldn't help but feel a faint sadness and anger in his heart.

The world is full of malice towards witchers.

He had known about four witcher extermination events: the Serpent's fortress Gsvid was sacked by the Wild Hunt, the mage led the mob to invade Kyle Morhan, and King Kaldwin organized a witcher tournament to bloody the northern universities. Pies, mages, and the Church, coveting magical knowledge, unleashed a massive avalanche to destroy Kayle Siren...

The mage and the church destroyed the Griffin's homeland with shameless sneak attack without a single soldier. As the founder, Elan never thought of revenge?

Just walked away, wandering around the world?

Roy immediately shook his head, how could the individual take revenge on the church and the mage.

It is also possible that Elam's selfless devotion, the chivalrous spirit of protecting mankind, became his cage.

He became incredibly pedantic and unwilling to hurt humans.

...

After a long silence.

Roy stared at the stele quietly until Cohen exhaled and adjusted his mood.

"In any case, these are already in the past tense. Now, my teacher and I have a good life."

Roy thought about it, some people are not very demanding in life, and it is impossible to change their attitude with a few words.

"Then Your Excellency Ellen, have you ever returned to Kayle Siren since then?"

Cohen shook his head,

"Perhaps, the great master is still in a hidden corner of the world, looking for the footprints of Azulie."

Roy was lost in thought.

As far as he knows, the whereabouts of most of the earliest witchers in the world are unknown: Ivar Evileye of the Serpent faction, Aigar of the Wolf faction, Elan of the Griffin faction...

If they are still alive, why not go back to the old school to have a look and meet the juniors.

If they're all dead, why isn't there a whiff of the wind?

They all died in unknown corners?

This is the most likely.

But Roy still has an extremely bold guess-these long-lost great masters of witchers are all trapped in one place!

...

"Korn, the two of you are the only ones left in the Griffin School. Are you still following the old traditions? Go out for a trip in the spring and return to Kyle Siren in the winter." Roy asked,

"That's what I arranged..." Cohen glanced at the house in the center, and there was a faint glow from the crack of the door, "For most of the year, I am outside. But as far as I know, in the past twenty years, the teacher has never Leaving Kyle Siren..."

He said with admiration, "Compared to collecting money to hunt monsters, the teacher prefers to 'sharpen the nib' to record knowledge. In addition to basic survival needs, he spends all his time on learning—"

"By the fire, holding thick tomes and scrolls of parchment, writing down his experiences... Every day when the sun goes down, he will come into the house on time to study until late at night."

"Decades are like one day."

"The teacher's thirst for knowledge is unparalleled!"

"Then does he like to teach apprentices?"

Cohen hesitated for two seconds before nodding his head again, "Teacher is ruthless. When I was young, whenever I answered the wrong question, he would laugh at me!"

"But I can sense that his love for his students comes after knowledge."

Roy put his hands on his back waist, pacing around the lit lights,

"Okay, Your Excellency Cohen... Honestly, in your opinion, Master Kelda, is it possible to go to Novigrad with me?"

Cohen shook his head decisively, "Trust me, nothing in the sky and the earth can make a teacher leave his hometown."

"So you, man?" Roy was not discouraged, "Would you like to be a guest at Gawain's house and see the group of children and my ten brothers?"

The old attitude is firm and difficult to overcome.

But the young attitude seems to be more enlightened.

Cohen rubbed the short beard on his chin, and said nothing, a tangled expression on his face.

Roy continued, "Your girlfriend Ignatius left the village with all her belongings. She offended two local ruffians, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to return home in the future."

"Are you going to keep her on Kayle Siren forever?"

Cohen remained silent, but his bushy eyebrows were furrowed.

"If you want to fulfill her wishes and take her to live in the city... Then what about my advice? Don't go to the big cities of Cowell and Povis, where you don't know well."

"In Novigrad, the Witcher Brotherhood has a strong relationship, and it couldn't be easier to help her get a job..."

"The Brotherhood has a resident mage, and I have a good relationship. If the two of you stay in Nuocheng enough and want to return to Bovis, you only need to say hello, a breath, and a portal."

"Roy, why help us?"

"Is it weird that the witcher helps the witcher? Well, don't look at me like that, you can take this as an investment, maybe the Brotherhood will need your help in the future?" Roy said solemnly, "Of course, absolutely You will not be forced to go against the spirit of the Griffin."

"Man, what you said makes sense... I will ask the teacher and Igsena for their opinions, if they don't object..." Cohen was finally tempted, "Let's go to Novigrad."

He wanted to see what the situation was with the rest of the schools.

He raised his face and pleaded, "But please stop the tiresome invitations and let me join the fraternity... The teacher won't allow me to do that, and I'll be troubled."

"The Griffins stick to their principles and never change."

Roy shrugged, nodded, and his tone was somewhat seductive, "I promise, I won't bring this up again to interfere with your judgment... You can take this invitation as a relaxing trip... and Ignatius to Novi Gray is on a honeymoon."

Under the moonlight, the "diplomats" of the Witcher Brotherhood and the young Griffins reached a preliminary agreement.