The Divine Hunter

Novigrad.

Shortly after the Harvest Festival, the shops along the street are still decorated with lights, and there are still garlic, mistletoe and other evil spirits hanging on the walls of every household.

The salty sea breeze blew from the port and poured into the Golden Sturgeon Tavern in the corner of the civilian area.

Lund in front of the wine table took a deep breath and greedily took a sip of Vizima stout.

The sunlight filtering through the window illuminated his bloodshot brown eyes and jagged yellow teeth.

"Old man, this business is lucrative enough, and I'm willing to drink high-end products..." The bartender with a wrinkled face smiled and added another glass of dark brown wine to him, supporting the table with his elbows and overlapping his chin. , "Don't give old friends a way to make money?"

"Bah, bah... What kind of money is it, it's still the spice business... Some time ago, the captain was lucky and grabbed an unprecedented big order. I can also share some oil and water to drink... It will last a few years." Lund Wiping the wine stains on the gray beard on his chin, a round face that has been rough and reddened by the sea breeze all the year round, with a hint of sigh,

"But I'm getting old and weak, and my energy is getting worse day by day. I don't have the energy I had when I was young. I plan to retire after this trip... I have one last drink before that. What's the matter, you still don't allow it?"

"Retirement is the most important thing in life! How can you end it so hastily?" The bartender patted his chest. "When you come back, an old friend will invite you to drink for free for a day!"

"It's a deal, you brag about the sea, don't drown yourself!"

Lund put down the glass heavily, and when he turned his eyes, he noticed that at the window on the right side of the hall, a man with a cloak, a broken nose, and a sturdy temperament had just sat down.

"Let's talk next time, the guys on the boat are still waiting for me, it's time to go!" Lund straightened the collar of the greasy leather jacket, grabbed the tawny hat on the table, put on the cape again, and staggered. stand up.

Passing by the table of the man in the cape, he smeared on the side of his table.

After leaving the Golden Sturgeon Tavern, Lund took out a note and glanced at it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked to the circular port west of Nuocheng.

He walked very cautiously, covering his hunched body with his cloak and hat. Along the way, he walked through the sparsely populated alleys, turning around and looking around from time to time as if he was worried about something.

He kept saying prayers in his mouth.

"Goddess Freya is above,

After finishing this ticket, I will wash my hands in a golden pot, pay tribute to you every month, and bless me with safety! "

Maybe his prayers paid off. Except for a few beggars, he didn't meet anyone along the way, including the Eternal Fire Guard, who was his worst fear, and the nosy witcher.

The sprawling and luxurious port of Novigrad.

The rising sun shines on the sparkling sea, and dozens of tall masts are bathed in the sea breeze on a large ship, which is particularly leisurely and comfortable.

Flocks of seagulls whistled strangely, hovering in the sky, or swooping over the water from high altitudes, squatting on the shore reefs, or basking on the decks of moored ships.

Lund's eyes stayed on one of the blue barges for a long time.

He bypassed the sailor pushing the wheelbarrow, walked to the warehouse on the far right of the port, and nodded to the two guards wearing brown chain armor, gray leather caps, and long swords on their waists.

entered the warehouse.

In the warehouse, there are already more than 20 handsome sailors, wearing various weapons, bronze-skinned sailors, and two women waiting.

The man in the center was draped in a hooded cloak, covering most of his face, but his thick mane-like hair, black beard, and amber pupils loomed.

"Lund, you bastard, drinking a glass of wine for so long, I almost thought you had an accident!" a purplish-faced big man wearing an archipelago-style buffalo horn helmet next to the hooded man scolded, " According to the rules, you have to accept the punishment, and you don't want the bonus this time!"

"Hammond, I'm not doing business. I'm risking my life to receive news for everyone's benefit!" Lund said gloomily, "Punish me? It's a big deal!"

"Okay, stop arguing," the hooded man reached out to stop him, a pair of amber pupils turned to Lund's face, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you say over there?"

"Everything is going well, boss! Tonight..." The man immediately grinned in a pleasing smile, showing his yellow teeth, and handed the note to the man.

The hooded man nodded, with a hint of relief on his face, "One person, one car, wait on the boat, and pick up the goods at night! This business is basically foolproof. After returning from Skellige, everyone's salary will be increased by 20%!"

"Go? Where do you want to go? Leave me alone!"

A low and depressed voice sounded suddenly, and everyone's expressions changed drastically.

"boom--"

The door to the warehouse was kicked open.

A tall and burly man in tight leather armor and two swords walked into the warehouse. His shiny head reflected the twilight sunlight outside the house, and his features were as tough as rocks.

He casually threw a man with a broken nose covered in a cloak on the ground.

It's the face of the Golden Sturgeon Tavern delivering the news.

Lund's face changed greatly.

The bald-headed man quickly poured into two thin men.

They threw the two unconscious guards to the ground one by one, closed the warehouse door, put their hands around their chests, and looked around at the crowd with a sarcastic arc at the corners of their mouths.

They all have one thing in common, beastly amber vertical pupils.

"Witcher?"

The two dozen people in the warehouse couldn't help but take a step back, with deep fear on their faces, holding their weapons, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

They have seen the fighting power of their boss.

And now three equally thorny enemies appeared all at once.

"Who are you? Don't you understand the rules of the dock?" The hooded man suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hands and pressed it back, signaling his subordinates not to be impulsive, "Breaking into a private warehouse is a serious crime!"

"My friendship with Judge Said of the Nuocheng Court is the best." He said righteously, "When I sue the court, you will all have to work in vain for a year!"

"Dude... Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? As a witcher, the news is so blocked?" The man with the mountain-shaped hairline on the left side picked his teeth with his pinky in a bored manner, and shook his head with disdain in his eyes. , "What identity are we, you still don't know?"

"We accept the entrustment of Eternal Fire to arrest the human traffickers in Nuocheng and combat human trade!" The man with scarlet pupils on the far right and a small scar on his chin continued, shaking his head, "But I didn't expect that the human traffickers were about to die. , and suddenly a thorn like you... The cat sent a demon hunter, and he didn't accept the commission honestly, why should he be depraved? Do these scandalous things!"

Lambert continued, "That's not normal, other criminals have been killed by us, only the 'courageous' demon hunters will face difficulties!"

"What kind of trafficker?!" Judd Carradine lifted his hood, revealing a face with rough features and thick hair. He said calmly, "You must have misunderstood, my crew and I are doing the right thing. Well-behaved, legally sanctioned business! Specifically, we ship souvenirs from Novigrad to the Skellige Islands for sale, and from the islands back in spices and precious herbs. Make a difference! Make a hard buck!"

"Snake faction, wolf faction, and my classmate friends, what's your name?" The amber through holes of Caladin swept through the pendant between Jiren's neck one by one.

Aiden was silent, he didn't know the guy.

Carradine didn't mind either. "I don't think there's any law that says witchers are not allowed to do business?"

He turned around and pointed to the truck behind him, "If you don't believe me, just search! It's full of legal goods and supplies along the way!"

"You maintain the order for the eternal fire, but you can't talk nonsense, relying on the reputation of white people!" The buffalo horn helmet patted his chest irritably, "Otherwise, how will we do business in the future?"

...

Leto's icy rays of light swept over a few people one by one, "I can't find anything in the truck, right? But with so many supplies, there are only twenty crew members. I'm afraid it will take a year."

His tone was cold,

"I guess, there are also the slaves who have not yet boarded the ship?"

Lambert's eyes lit up next to him, and he said something that greatly changed the faces of a group of people, "Your real cargo will be delivered to the blue barge in the middle of the port at ten o'clock tonight."

Aiden finally made up a knife, "Nuo City civilian area, room 260, twenty-five boys, sixteen girls."

"Your accomplices have explained everything. Now, according to the rules, on behalf of the laws of Nuocheng, we will inform you in advance, put down your weapons, and capture them with your hands and wait for a fair trial. You may be able to save your life."

Judd Carradine suddenly took a deep breath, exchanged glances with his companion, and bowed slightly, like a cat ready to prey.

"Three masters, you are helping Eternal Fire for money, right? I will pay twice as much as Eternal Fire promises."

"My request is very simple. It only takes a few people to open one eye and close one eye, and they can easily earn this considerable extra money."

"And I swear, this batch of goods has nothing to do with Nuocheng. They are all foreign goods. They have never violated your rules. How about opening the door?"

"Twice is not enough..." Lambert grinned, revealing his pale teeth, and glanced at everyone one by one, as if looking at the goods, "There are so many of you, you need at least ten times the pay!"

"Whoosh—" The half-blooded female elf shot without warning, pulled out the short wooden bow and shot an arrow at the bald man in the center.

But her arrow speed is as slow as a snail to a witcher!

Letho shakes his wrist at will and hit the arrow, which bounces diagonally and hits a sailor's chest.

The unlucky ghost fell softly clutching his chest!

"Vienna is dead, avenge him!"

"Everyone attack together! Kill them all!" Judd Carradine yelled seeing that the situation was irreversible.

A group of men charged at the witcher with sharp knives.

"Galaddin to me."

With the long sword in Aiden's hand on the side of his face, he took the bull position and looked at his colleagues in the cat faction.

The two pairs of vertical pupils collided with sparks across the crowd.

Lambert held a steel sword in his right hand and blocked the door.

Letho crossed the Serpent's swords in both hands, facing the attacker.

The three rushed towards him and swung their swords, but for a moment, they were blinded by the sword light reflected from the sharp blade.

They lost consciousness without seeing the movements of the bald man.

Blood spattered frantically from his neck and chest, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The bald man turned around and jumped into the crowd like a meat grinder.

Dance the whirlwind of death!

Skin, muscle, bone, shattered under the double swords of the Snake faction.

"Shhhhh..."

Two people attacked Lambert.

Lambert strode forward, turned the tip of his sword, and slit a man's throat.

Alder with his left hand knocked down the second person, and the blade pierced through the eyeball and brain at an angle.

Lambert wiped the blood from his face.

Two other men with hideous faces approached him.

Lambert didn't care, letting the blade and mace smash into the Quinn's shield. At the same time as the shield shattered, the steel sword opened a straight line of blood in front of him. Kneel down, cheek touching the ground.

Next, the wolf witcher danced freely in the crowd in a dance of magic and skill.

The sky-high sword light erupted from the warehouse, fire, air impact, blood, screams, and wailing.

The sticky blood stained the hay on the ground.

In less than 20 seconds, Leto and Lambert killed ordinary people.

Two witchers with amber pupils and Cat Pie badges collide at the other end of the warehouse.

They rushed towards each other and fought fiercely. The two sharp blades collided with each other. There was a dull and short clash of gold and iron in the warehouse, and sword shadows swayed across the sky. The hay spread on the ground trembled and vibrated.

"It's a skill." They each took a step back, and Judd Carradine gasped with red shoulders, and he glanced at all his companions who were lying in a pool of blood, and there was a flash of sadness and fear in his eyes, "But why? Why do witchers sacrifice their lives for the eternal fire and draw swords against their own kind?"

he asked hoarsely,

"Where's the principle of neutrality?"

"Man, when you no longer abide by neutrality, what qualifications do you have to question others?" Lambert, who was watching the battle, interjected, "And now Novigrad is our other home, protecting our homeland from evil forces. , who cares about neutrality or not!"

"What is evil and what is good?" Judd took a slow step back and continued to ask, "Do you think that if we kill our group, there will be no other traffickers?"

"Do you think that those poor vagabonds can escape suffering and have a better life by leaving the cabin?"

"Maybe it's better to sell to Skellige!"

"And I'm doing this just to live! I just want to save some money and be rich, am I wrong?!"

The expressions of the three witchers did not change.

"Come on, buddy, don't waste your time and confuse black and white." Aiden separated his front and back feet, took a defensive stance like a crab, and danced a sword flower with his long sword, "You are the The first witcher the city saw."

"So we give you another option, drop your weapons and surrender, immediately, immediately!"

"Maybe you can save Half-Life."

"Don't try to fool me," Judd shook his head, "enter the prison of eternal fire, only torture and gallows are waiting for me!"

"How about we talk about a business?" He gritted his teeth and changed his direction, "I have worked hard for most of my life and saved a sum of about 20,000 crowns. I originally planned to stay for retirement, find a wife, adopt a few a child..."

He longed,

"When the time comes, you don't need to lick blood with a knife, and be a reviled witcher, or a criminal in your mouth!"

"But if you die, what's the use of asking for money?"

"I gave the savings to the three, give me a chance and let me go!" He unbuttoned his chest, revealing the cat pie pendant, and held it up, "I use my luck for the rest of my life and my ideals. I swear with my wishes that I will leave Nuocheng from now on, never return, and never retaliate! And I will never engage in any wicked business!"

"Otherwise, I will suffer torment and humiliation and die. Please, spare my life."

"Your Excellency, you should know that because of Cat Pie's unique grass trial formula, many companions are out of control, and many of them have never done evil? Including your mentor, what's his name? Shilodinger? Joel? ... Say it and listen, maybe I know it."

Aiden's eyes narrowed, still silent.

"Three, ask yourself, have you never committed a crime?" Karadin asked with his cheeks raised, hissing, "Does it mean that if you make a mistake, you must die?"

"Can't there be a chance to reform?"

"I'm willing to give up every chance to live for another!" Judd Carradine dropped his weapon and knelt before the three of them.

His body shook and his head bowed.

Aiden narrowed his amber pupils, turned his sword, and fell into contemplation.

And Leto and Lambert put their arms around their chests to block the door, not saying a word.

They left the decision to their fellow Cat Pie.

...

"Spear Cave".

Novigrad is the most famous and popular pastime place for the people.

The three witchers sat around a wine table in the corner of the hall with empty glasses in front of them.

The bald-headed man and the witcher with the mountain-shaped hairline have clear eyes. The third witcher with a scar on his chin is full of alcohol, and his face is red with drunkenness.

"Enough, Aiden! You give me enough!" Lambert threatened, shaking his head. "Drink more, believe it or not I will throw you in the pigpen later?"

"Hiccup... Judd Carradine knelt down for me, and I asked him to stand up again and kill him." Aiden looked at the magic lamp on the ceiling dimly, with a hint of depression on his face.

He slaughtered many monsters, but for the first time in his life, he killed a witcher of the cat school.

This should not be a happy event.

However, when the guy fell clutching his neck, he actually felt a sense of relief in his heart - as if he had ended some terrible threat, and he had broken away from the sticky and suffocating doom.

He was reborn.

Aiden was puzzled by this.

"That's his life." Leto's dull voice sounded, with an inexplicable power to soothe people's hearts, "He died in a fair and just contest, not humiliatingly hanged by eternal fire... For A decent home for any witcher. You've shown him mercy."

"Kill it if you kill it, why bother. We've killed all his buddies, and to spare his life is like returning a tiger to the mountain. Maybe there will be revenge at some point." Lambert poured a cup of "Iron Gloves" in one breath and exhaled Alcohol, "Everything is the will of fate, not everyone has the opportunity to reform."

It's the witcher's usual excuse, it's all down to fate.

"The Fate of the Dog Day!"

"The Fate of the Dog Day!"

"Duan..."

The three glasses collided in mid-air, and the wine splashed.

After this glass, Aiden finally put down the glass.

"Listen to me, change jobs tomorrow, stay at home for a while, and teach your children well... Leave the affairs of Eternal Fire to me." Lambert patted his shoulder and winked at him, "You Take some time to relax and unwind with Iskar... the horned dwarf has its own uniqueness."

"I'm going to do this, isn't Iskar going to fight with me?" Aiden shook his head and smiled, his mood suddenly relaxed, "Besides, I'm not you, a hopeless stalker! I don't have such a disgusting pervert. hobby!"

"Enough drinking, you two, it's time to go home." The bald-headed man looked through the window and saw a slender young man with different pupils on the street. Next to him was a wretched man with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and coquettish steps. "Ready to pick up!"