The Divine Hunter

In the afternoon, the fiery red sun wheel rose to the middle of the sky, and the temperature in Vizima rose rapidly.

It blew pedestrians on the road to sleep.

In a dark alley full of moss in the temple district, a demon hunter with a sturdy stature and eyes like a beast suddenly appeared.

Beyond his shoulders, the corner of the alley can be seen vaguely, in a stench of rubbish, buzzing with flies, two men lying on the ground sticking out their tongues and barking like dogs, nibbling on moldy bones and vegetables.

Roy casually tossed the ten Temerian Oren in his palm, and the Flying Lion Monster boots rubbed the floor, wiping the dirty water from the soles of the shoes.

When the Church of Virtue was still around, the Knights of the White Rose often patrolled the temple area, which was prone to filth, and the little ones couldn't stay dormant. The security and sanitation conditions in the temple area were greatly improved.

But now that there is no princess to preside over the affairs, the temple area has become the appearance of the mud that can't support the wall.

He just turned around in the alley, and was actually robbed by two masked men...

It is close to Rebioda Hospital and Eternal Fire Church, this kind of behavior is simply blasphemous to the gods and morals!

So, Roy mercifully cleaned up the scum for the citizens of Vizima... After temporarily changing the species for them with Axie Puppet, he knocked them out and robbed them...

"It's a pity that Master Berengar was not found..." Roy sighed sadly.

He went back to Belengar's house to investigate, only to find that the wolf card abandoner and master blacksmith had left Vizima for more than two months.

Traveling abroad, whereabouts unknown.

"The second task can only be pushed back."

"Ding--"

Roy made dazzling movements with the five fingers of his left hand, bounced several orens into the air in a row, grabbed horizontally with his right hand, and then released the five fingers, and the coins suddenly disappeared.

...

A villa in the Vizima trading area.

"Kaz—" The iron-clad oak door slowly opened, and a rasp-like male voice came from the door, but with a hint of joy.

"Boy Roy, please come in quickly! This motherfucker is the guidance of the elements! You are here at the right time.

"

The witcher stepped on the light blue carpet, crossed the narrow entrance, the sunlight disappeared, the room was dark at first, then the lights came on, and the door behind him "Kaz" automatically closed without wind.

In the center of the spacious and empty hall on the first floor, a man in a saffron nightgown strode up to greet him.

The dangling crystal lamps sprinkled colorful and eerie rays of light, reflecting his funny appearance.

A long greasy dark brown hair was draped casually behind his head, his clothes were covered with dandruff, his chin was a messy goatee, his browbones were prominent, his flat nose pointed upwards, and his cheeks were pointed.

Just a gorilla in fancy clothes!

Roy suppressed his smile.

"Master Kalkstein... uh... you are still the same."

The two hands were lightly grasped in midair, one was slender and powerful, and the other forearm was covered with black hair, as if it came from a curly-haired baboon.

Kalkstein rubbed his bloodshot eyes as if he had not slept for several nights.

He pulled Roy's hand affectionately to the sofa, and poured a glass of black Blondon, a steaming, unidentified liquid with a herbal smell.

"Roy, good boy, after ten years of separation, why did you suddenly come to me, ready to continue practicing alchemy?" The alchemist pinched the goatee of his chin, looked him up and down, and nodded.

"The iris has a different color, the body is stronger than a cow, and the magical aura on your body is very strong. You obviously have undergone the second mutation? Your strength should have grown a bit, and it's a coincidence..."

"Master, remember it wrong, what about ten years apart? It's been less than two years since we last met!" Roy raised his eyebrows, took out the hood from the back of his head and put it in front of the table , let her experiment with that weird drink.

"Oh, be considerate and considerate of the forgetful old people. People who are engaged in research can easily become dizzy when they invest..." The alchemist sighed and said without changing his face, "But whether it is ten years or a year... I met a Tricky problems, need a strong person to help!"

"I'm too lazy to post the notice, are you willing to take this commission?" He scratched his messy hair, and the flakes of skin fluttered like fireflies. "As a reward, I will teach you advanced alchemy knowledge!"

"Wait a moment... In fact, my visit this time is not for alchemy, but for something else..." Roy thought for a while, and communicated with this kind of research maniac whose time is money. Said, "I want to invite you to Nuocheng to help me improve the witcher's grass trial."

Kalkstein tilted his head, his right hand wrapped around his ear in a trumpet shape, and brought it to the witcher's mouth.

"Where?"

"To Novigrad."

"Improved what?"

"Grass Trial!"

The smile on the alchemist's face disappeared, and he suddenly put his hands on his hips, his eyes the size of a grain of rice were round, and he looked at Roy with a solemn expression as if he was thinking about the problems of life and death.

Roy also remained silent, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and moved him with sincere eyes.

"I'm not interested." Thirty seconds later, the alchemist shook his head, "My request and your request are two different things... You help me solve the trouble, even if you ask for something else."

"But I can't spare a year...a year, twelve months, about fifty-two weeks, three hundred and sixty-five days..." The man spewed out a series of numbers, staring at the witcher, lifting "About one hundred thousand oren," the high voice concluded.

Roy sucked in a breath of cold air.

Good guy, how dare the lion open his mouth.

"Ten thousand oren..." He bargained succinctly.

"What did you say?"

"If you go to Nuocheng to help, I will give you an annual salary of 10,000 Oren."

Well, I just made a fortune, and it was less than the salary that Coral rejected.

Kalkstein was stunned for a moment, his beard-tugging fingers trembled, and he seemed to be greatly frightened and insulted.

He blew his beard and stared,

"Boy... Do you think this is doing business in the market? Are you still bargaining with me? Are you a profiteer or a witcher, and you directly gave me a 10% discount. Do you know how much I am worth in one minute?"

"If you don't want to, I can only apologize to you... Find someone else for your entrustment." Roy shook his head regretfully and kept Golfanti, but felt that something was wrong with his pet. "Golfing, hey! Wake up!"

The big yellow-brown squirrel stood in the palm of Roy's palm, with two small paws hugging his index finger, and his legs were lifted and placed like cotton. Son.

"Don't worry, there was a little dwarf spirit in the drink just now, it's probably drunk..." Kalkstein snapped his fingers, and there was a soft call of "meow" from the shadows on the second floor, a chubby The big black cat, swaying with fat, stepped on the "cat walk" enchantingly, and jumped to the table in front of the fireplace.

The long, plump tail was raised high behind the buttocks.

"Meow--"

"Hello, Sandro... I've eaten well for the past two years, and I've gained weight again." Roy rubbed the black cat's puffy belly, and it meowing out towards the drunk Goerfin Meat claws.

Apparently it recognized the old friend.

"Roy, your pet will be taken care of by Sandro, and I will vouch for it. If there is any accident, I will be your slave! Now let's talk about my entrustment. The remuneration will definitely satisfy you."

...

"I'm not interested, do you know how much I'm worth per minute? I don't have time to waste time with you, I should go back to Nuocheng." Roy retorted.

Getting up from the sofa, he stroked Sandro's beard, which was drooping from relaxation, and held Golphin's big thick and soft tail, swinging like a pendulum in front of Sandro's face.

Kalkstein grinned, revealing his top row of teeth, one of which gleamed with gold.

He wrapped his right fist with his left palm and considered it for a long time.

"Okay, little profiteer, if you complete the task beautifully. I will go to Nuocheng to help you improve the grass trial, and I don't need your ten thousand Aureen, free service."

"But it's a one-year term... I'll leave immediately when it expires, and I still have projects to work on."

…

Now it was Roy's turn to be surprised that the crazy alchemist could compromise so easily.

"So the task is very arduous..." He put Golfin on Sandro's back, and the big black cat carried the squirrel, and immediately ran up to the second floor. "You don't want to turn me into some Garuda or Oriole again, do you?"

"Actually, the difficulty is a little higher than last time." The alchemist rubbed his right index finger and thumb, "The magic aura on your body exceeds that of an ordinary witcher, you must have extraordinary strength, plus the excellent enchanting equipment produced by me. , alchemy potion, if there is no accident, it will definitely be able to catch a living experimental sample."

"You have misunderstood, I'm just an ordinary witcher, I seek good luck and avoid evil, and will never intervene in the commission of death. So-" Roy had an ominous premonition in his heart, "You let me catch what?"

"A high-ranking vampire,"

"..."

The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence, and only the alchemist's heartbeat could be heard.

Roy stared at his squinting eyes without blinking.

"You heard that right, your target is a noble among vampires, a high-level vampire with a cool human appearance."

The witcher walked out without saying a word.

"Hey, little profiteer! Little vampire! Master Roy, wait!"

Kalkstein, sweating profusely, pulled him back onto the sofa.

Roy rubbed his face and took a deep breath.

Although not long ago, his combat effectiveness had been improved qualitatively, he did not arrogantly think that he had any advantage against high-level vampires.

Their attributes, light agility, exceeded at least Tier 3, which was twice that of Roy.

But he was a little squeamish.

The "refinement elixir" that enhances the blood of the ancients is lacking the blood essence of high-level vampires.

Roy pretended to be forced to sigh helplessly,

"Let's talk about it, the innovative alchemist master, what inspiration did you have, where are the high-level vampires?"

"Haha, I knew that you are different from those cowards!"

The alchemist scratched his hair that was close to the Mediterranean Sea, put his hands behind his waist, and slowly paced around the sofa.

"Just recently, the proprietress of the Night Queen's House approached me..."

"Queen of the Night?" Roy was taken aback, "Don't tell me to deal with her!"

"No, you misunderstood." The alchemist looked surprised and glanced at Roy, "It seems that you know the real identity of the lady boss?"

"Witchers eat this way, I know where there are monsters!" Roy said. "The Queen of the Night is a high-level vampire."

"That's right, her strength is unfathomable." Kalkstein nodded. "I don't dare to provoke me at will, I can only maintain a good relationship with her as a client. She often comes to me to buy some medicines to help others."

"Sold to guests of the Night Queen's House."

"I heard the Queen of the Night is a 'vegan'?" Roy asked.

"Suffice it to say. She has always been well hidden, obeyed the local laws of Vizima, and never killed innocent people... She found her food sources in a friendly, joyful way... and knew how to stop when it was time."

"It has survived unharmed in the human world for decades..."

Roy took a breath, and this information matched the memory in his mind.

The only difference is that the Queen of the Night's subordinates are ordinary women, not a group of vampire banshees.

Otherwise it would have been revealed long ago.

"I admit that I am full of desire to explore the group of high-level vampires, and I can't wait to dissect one to study and see how powerful the so-called immortal body is, but I don't dare to act rashly." Calkestein fearfully Said, "She has an equally powerful concubine out there, living in Finn Kahn."

"What's more, as an old customer, she is quite generous to me. I don't want to break my face with her unless I have to."

Roy thought for a while, and if nothing else, the concubine of the Queen of the Night was referring to the barber Regis.

"My heart is itchy, even more so than when I heard about the lady in the lake." He stared at the empty living room and muttered to himself in a daze,

"The Lady in the Lake is something I can't afford to provoke."

"And high-level vampires - not long ago, the Queen of the Night bought high-level black blood from me, the kind of potion that witchers use to deal with vampires. Don't be surprised, I'm over two hundred years old and have mastered some special alchemy The recipe couldn't be more normal."

"A question arises in my mind, who is the black blood used against?"

Kalkstein seems to be asking Roy, but also asking himself,

"Later, through a series of investigations, I found that there were several murders on the outskirts of Vizima, and several of the dead seemed to be torn apart by crazy beasts, and the Night Queen's men often haunted the 'black blood' that I had marked. Crime scene--"

"So another high-level vampire appeared in Vizima?" Roy blurted out, "an uninvited guest, he broke the rules, shot unscrupulously, and behaved in a very bad manner. Annoying the Queen of the Night."

"Crack!" Kalkstein clapped his hands heavily, "As expected of a witcher, this is exactly my analysis, a ready-made high-level vampire who offends the 'locals', this is my chance."

"No, the perpetrator may also be a low-level vampire, such as a bat-wing brain demon, or a werewolf."

"These things are not enough to attract the Queen of the Night!" Kalkstein said firmly, "Trust me, man, my intuition is never wrong, the murderer must be a high-level vampire!"

"I want to catch this 'intruder', imprison him, and make it a lasting, continuous experiment material!" The alchemist's eyes glowed with golden light, as if a starving ghost saw the delicious food, shaking with excitement , in a voice full of enthusiasm,

"A high-level vampire is enough to support my research plan for the next fifty years."

"I, the greatest alchemist, will leave all my colleagues behind and become the first mage to study such a strange creation!"

...

"Your Excellency Kalkstein, I have to say, you are bold and crazy, think about it, why don't your colleagues dare to shoot at Gao Su?" Roy put his hands around his chest and poured a bucket of cold water on him seriously and rationally. "Conventional means can't eliminate this kind of thing at all. Imprisoning a high-level vampire is tantamount to setting yourself on fire. Once he escapes... the consequences are unimaginable, not only you, but the entire Vizima will suffer!"

"Look, you've also heard of species that are almost immortal, don't you care about their secrets? If some traits can join the witcher's mutation-"

Roy couldn't help but assume, and breathed hard.

"For the sake of research, taking a little risk is just commonplace!" Calkestein said in a persuasive manner, "I will never give up after waiting for such an opportunity!"

"One yard for another, if you help me find the whereabouts of the high-level vampire and arrest him, I will not only share some of the results with you, but I will also work hard for you for a year."

"Why don't you try to contact the Queen of the Night? Team up with her, you're both interested in intruders."

"I made a subtle test. It's a pity that she won't let me take away a similar kind. I guess it's some kind of binding rule within their race."

"This is normal. No matter how absurd and hateful the same kind is, it cannot be handed over to other races for research, otherwise it is an outright betrayal!"

The alchemist shook his head regretfully, "So I can only find another collaborator,"

Roy was silent for a while, but he was still worried, "In terms of fighting alone, I am not an opponent of high-level vampires,"

"Don't worry, buddy, I will do my best to assist you," the alchemist took a deep breath and said confidently, "The most luxurious alchemy potion and enchanting equipment in my collection, match your skills and strength, strong Combine!"

"Trust me, even a dragon will have to kneel down at that time!"

"And you don't need to keep your hands, play to the fullest, let that thing lose its combat effectiveness, cut off its head, and take out its heart! Even if it turns into a puddle of meat, I want it."

With the help of a lunatic alchemist, capture a high-level vampire who indiscriminately kills innocents.

There was a strong urge in Roy's heart, and he also wanted to try how far he was.

He looked at Kalkstein, his eyebrows furrowed like a sword,

"I can't guarantee it, I can only try my best! And I will give priority to saving my life!"

"We also have to sign a fair and equitable magic agreement! The alchemy equipment you provided me must also be paid as a reward, no matter the result of the attempt!"

Kalkstein's face showed a touch of pain, he gritted his teeth suddenly, his facial features were twisted, and his eyes were greedy, "Deal!"