The Divine Hunter

In the Gildorf district, on both sides of the cobblestone street, there are many pedestrians in front of the stalls of fruit, bouquets and small commodities... full of fireworks.

Fragmented golden sunlight spills onto the ground through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the banyan tree, creating a mottled silhouette.

A witcher with a beard on his chin, covering a few acne scars, stared blankly at the notice board under the tree.

Black hair tied into a short ponytail swayed lightly behind his head.

His expression was extremely bewildered.

"Korn, so you're here!" In the warm greeting, a young man with a different color iris walked out of the corner not far away.

His eyes turned to the empty bulletin board, and his eyebrows twitched.

"Dude, don't tell me you cleared all the commissions on this? Are you waiting for someone to post a notice?"

"I can't just stay at home and sleep with nothing to do, right?" Cohen said in a well-deserved tone.

Roy shook his head.

Use delegation to numb yourself and avoid problems?

"Why don't you go to the dance hall to enjoy Igsena's wonderful performance?"

Cohen's expression darkened and he remained silent.

"Okay, buddy, change the subject," Roy suddenly thought, "Tell me, what commissions have you made during this time?"

"Everything..." Keen replied mechanically, "Looking for lost pets, looking for people, catching rape on the bed, exorcising evil spirits, delivering goods to villages outside the city... Probably more than 20?"

"Okay, old-school witcher, you make a living by handling commissions! But you're not a garbage collector, so why don't you refuse anyone who comes?" Roy shook his head, "and life should be relaxed, come with me and have a day off Take a good turn! Quint, drink, take your pick!"

"Roy, thank you for your kindness, but I want to stay here." Cohen shook his head stubbornly.

"Dude, you should look in the mirror," Roy looked up and down, tearing his wound unceremoniously, "the sadness and sorrow on your face is like a poor abandoned worm!"

Cohen turned pale and clenched his fists.

"Staying here is just a waste of time,

to no avail! Roy paused, "If you still think of me as a companion who has been born and died together, you might as well tell me your troubles." "

"Maybe I can give you an idea?" Roy cleared his throat and said confidently, "How do I get along with Coral, you have seen it, I still have a little experience on how to make my girlfriend obedient. ."

As soon as the words fell, Roy seemed to have auditory hallucinations, a cold hum came from the air in his ear, and then his arm was aching, and a soft and cold little hand pinched the back of his hand.

He couldn't help but shiver with a chill on the back of his neck.

...

Beside the bulletin board, outside the Gorgon Tavern adjacent to the bustling market, on the chairs in the courtyard, two witchers sat opposite each other.

"I-I just feel like I'm useless..." Cohen put his hands together on the table, lowered his head and frowned, "Since Ignatius entered the Nuocheng Dance Hall, she has completely fallen into it, indulging in poetry and drama. , music... Every day, whether I go to work in the dance hall or go home, I always focus on it..."

"In the beginning, she used to ask me outlandish questions, what kind of rhetoric did Dandelion's "Winter" use? What social phenomena did Lord Tarendino's latest work, "House of Sorrows" satirize? Fran? Why is Ken's 'Good Night' called the crown of Northern music?"

"But I'm a rough man..." Cohen shook his head, "Although I can read and write, what I have been exposed to most since I was a child is the main points of how to fight monsters, the knowledge of alchemy, and the "Guide to Knight Spirit", which I can memorize. "

he sighed,

"But fine art is like a mysterious book to me!"

"I don't think I have the talent, I don't understand the greatness of art, I don't have the slightest interest in it."

Oaks is the opposite of you. Roy complained in his heart. He obviously had no talent, but he insisted on writing a nonsense poem every day, delusionally relying on poetry to get a noble lady.

"I tried my best to accept Igosena's hobbies and hobbies and study art... I hope that one day, I can have a good conversation with her and communicate unimpeded. As a result, these days have passed, and the more I learn, the worse I get."

His eyes were filled with surprise and doubts, and he looked extremely distressed, "In the beginning, although I didn't understand music and drama, I could still listen to something new occasionally, but after a period of special training, my brain turned into a mess. , as soon as I hear these so-called arts, my brain hurts and I feel a little nauseated."

"vomit……"

Cohen rubbed his cheeks reproachfully.

"Igsena talks to me about art and performances in dance halls every day as soon as I get home, but I'm like a mute, unable to hold a good word for a long time...I feel she is disappointed."

He suddenly looked at the blue sky and recalled the good past,

"This is completely different from the way she was in the countryside before, when she would complain that her feet were swollen when she stepped on pickles, and her palms got frostbite after washing clothes... Some ruffian in the village knocked on the widow's door again. I can comfort her and joke with her."

"But recently, my communication with her has become less and less. I'm very worried that one day, we won't have any more topics to talk about..." The Griffin Demon Hunter's tone was stagnant, and there was a touch on his tough and calm face. Panic, "She doesn't need me anymore."

Roy rubbed his chin, and his eyes shone strangely, as if he had known the last descendant of the Griffin Sect again.

Tangtang, a big man who is close to fifty years old, is so sentimental in love, worrying about gains and losses, acting like a silly woman.

"Korn, forgive me for asking, how many relationships have you had before?"

"Uh..." Keen's expression froze, and he pressed the edge of the table with his left hand, "Is this related to the issue we are discussing?"

"It's important."

"Okay..." He bowed his head in silence for a moment, his back became a little stiff, he stretched out a finger, and then touched the acne scar on his chin. "I'm not good-looking, and I'm withdrawn, aloof, boring and uninteresting. Can't say anything nice."

"Dude, don't feel inferior, you are better than most men!" Roy comforted, but was taken aback.

Good guy, I only fell in love once at the age of 50. Ignatius is still his first love, no wonder he is so fascinated by her.

"You work hard to create the same interests and hobbies as your girlfriend, and the starting point is good," Roy first agreed with his attitude, "but don't force yourself to change too much... If a relationship makes you so tired and cautious, what's the point? necessary?"

Cohen was startled, "You persuaded me to break up with her?"

"I'm advising you to keep your true colors. You're Cohen, a witcher of the Griffin faction. You have your own ideals and creeds, and your way of life. Remember how old Kelda explained it to you? Don't be a jerk! "

Roy racked his brains and analyzed with the same pitiful love experience, "Blindly accommodating and passive cannot maintain a sincere relationship!"

"You have to keep yourself attractive to her, think, why was she with you in the first place?"

"Attraction?" Cohen's face was blank, and the honest Griffin pie understood these words and said uncertainly, "Probably because I saved her life, she followed me out of gratitude."

"It doesn't seem so to me, you are upright, brave, and kind!" Roy's praises like a cannonball made Griffin's cheeks flush slightly, "You are the rarest person in the world who truly possesses the spirit of chivalry. You are still a A witcher, a human male whose combat power far exceeds ninety-nine percent...well, no matter which battlefield it is."

"Igsena chose you because of these precious qualities, and she once confided in me," Roy said with determination, "she is fascinated by you, no doubt about it."

"That was the past tense," Cohen said with a gloomy face. "Now she's obsessed with art."

"Then you have to prove to her again..." Roy looked directly into Cohen's eyes and said meaningfully, "You are more attractive than art, you can fascinate her more, make her revitalized and passionate !"

"You know," Roy said proudly, "for Coral, I don't have to flatter her at all, she can't leave me anymore!"

...

"By the way, Coral, I have a present for you."

"what gift?"

"A pearl necklace I found just for you, only you are worthy of it."

"Little villain actually knows how to please people, come here, let me reward you, uh... ah..."

...

"Do you know why? To conquer a woman, to make her die, you must first conquer her mind, and then her body..." Roy paused, making sure not to say the reverse order, "You must first show courage! Give her a gift A gift that suits your heart..."

Cohen was silent.

Roy couldn't believe it, "Don't tell me you never gave a gift?"

Cohen said embarrassedly, "I don't know anything about that."

"Oh, you are really an elm head!" Roy shook his head angrily and helplessly, "Now this is a great opportunity, isn't her hobby right in front of you? Use your brain, you should give her some what?"

"Poems? Lute?"

"Brother Coen, you're finally not stupid!" Roy looked at Cohen with relief like an elder and patted him on the shoulder, "Knock on her heart with a gift, wait for the opportunity, then drive straight in and occupy Highlands!"

"When the time comes, Ignatius will be as docile as a sheep to you."

Cohen was attracted by the scene described by the witcher, and his expression moved slightly.

"But because of my poor performance in art, she's sleepy now when she gets home and snores when she goes to bed," Cohen said hesitantly. "Can a gift get rid of her tiredness?"

"How long have you two lived a normal life?" Roy asked suddenly.

Cohen was a little confused for the first time, but it took a while to realize that the skin on his cheeks under the bushy beard was slightly red, and he said ashamedly,

"It hasn't happened since she came to Nuocheng... During the day she has to dance and perform in the dance hall until she is exhausted. I can't force her."

Roy's expression became serious for a moment, and he smelled an ominous smell of green grass.

Is this the root of everything?

"Then do you know if she has a familiar partner in the dance hall - a man, or a woman? They often perform together, eat together, and chat very speculatively?"

"Yes!" Cohen blurted out, "The twenty performers in the dance hall are all familiar with her, and she is a lovable pistachio."

Roy rolled his eyes.

Cohen continued, "I understand what you mean too, but Igsena is by no means the kind of sassy woman."

Roy looked the guy up and down.

Naive, you are not aware of the temptation of the Huahua world.

"Okay, old boy, I'll give you an idea... I remember that Oaks' room has several out-of-print love poems hidden in Oaks' room, and it happens that he's not in Nuocheng, so I'll take one out for you as a gift! Wait for Ignatius today Surprise her by leaving get off work late! Be bold and tell her what you really think, what worries you… don’t show your bad artistic talent.”

"Say those three words to her, and then what to do, I don't need to teach you?"

"You also need a perfect candlelit dinner table!"

Roy is a little itchy. He hasn't cooked for a long time.

"I'll give you a spoon!"

"Be brave! Griffin moves forward bravely and maintains its true character. Whether it is in battle or in love, don't linger and be squeamish!"

"Ah?!" Cohen was caught off guard for a moment. Was the progress too fast?

But Roy's shining eyes made him dizzy.

He took a deep breath, nodding hard.

...

As the sun sets in the west, the evening sky shows a touching sunset glow with changing colors.

Ignatius, blowing the warm evening wind, set foot on the path home.

She was dressed in brightly coloured and stylish bard attire—a blue shirt with orange sleeves, orange and sky blue leggings, and gold pointed boots.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a confident and indifferent smile on her face, she danced happily around the street from time to time,

It has only been a few months since she joined the dance hall, and she has transformed from a rustic country girl to a fashionable lady...

She has become more confident and cheerful, and can save a little money every month just to buy a house in Nuocheng as her and Cohen's love nest.

Almost every aspect of her life is going in the right direction.

Except for a little…

She has rarely seen a calm smile from her boyfriend.

Since coming to Nuocheng, Cohen has become more and more withdrawn, dull, and not good at words. Anything looking for cats and dogs, taking care of the lonely and widowed elderly, and everything messed up.

He'd studied music, poetry, drama, but he wasn't that stuff at all, he was becoming less and less like himself, like the man Iggena loved so much.

She was moved by Cohen's efforts, but now, compared to her previous love affair, she was getting a little bored and bored.

She hoped to see the normal and calm Cohen from before, sharing the story of exorcism with herself in high spirits.

...

In the swirling thoughts, Igsena walked through several alleys, passed the canal with fresh water vapor, and returned to the rental house in the corner of the civilian area.

The dim and shabby hut didn't even turn on an oil lamp, and the sunlight from the wooden windows dimly illuminated the empty hall, except for the dining table in the center, the worn leather sofa against the wall, and the tableware on the other wall... The room looked extremely empty. and loneliness.

"Alas..." Ignatius sighed in disappointment and sat on the sofa tiredly, the boundless darkness and fatigue came from behind.

An empty and cold house.

Not a warm and loving home.

She wiped the sour and damp corners of her eyes,

I thought to myself that it was time to have a good talk with Cohen and put an end to this terrible thing.

Suddenly…

"Crack..."

The wooden door on the second floor was pushed open at once, and a burly man came out holding a huge round dinner plate and slowly walked down the stairs.

The plate is filled with scrambled eggs, gnocchi, beef stew, roasted rabbit head, beef sausage with red beets and goat cheese, fresh crabs, oysters, lobster...,

Heart-shaped candles emit a hazy and ambiguous white light.

The man who was familiar to him has become unfamiliar today.

He had changed out of his old leather armor, put on a tight black satin coat, and carefully trimmed his beard and hair to look unusually clean.

His face was a little red, but his eyes were warm and affectionate, watching her as if watching the whole world.

This kind of stare... made her feel as if she had returned to the day when the two of them first met.

She was nervous, her hands were clasped in front of her, her cheeks were red, her heart was thumping, and she was inexplicably expecting.

"Igsena, during this time, I've been on the top of my head... I'm a witcher, but I have to foolishly pretend to be a poet, embarrassing myself, and embarrassing you..."

Speaking from the bottom of his heart, Cohen walked to the hall, put the dinner plate on the upper table, and with the other hand took out a beautifully decorated poetry collection "The Dilemma of Love" and handed it to the woman.

"I almost lost myself because I was afraid of losing you, but I figured it out, I am who I am, Cohen, the Griffin school witcher, a disciple of Teacher Kelda, a man who loves you, I hope you can accept me My apologies...for the unsightly abnormal performance of the recent period."

Cohen's face was sincere, but he spoke with a hint of alcohol. He drank a lot of dwarven liquor to strengthen his courage.

"Most importantly, I want you to know - I love you, from beginning to end, never changing!"

Ignatius held the gift on her chest, suddenly took a deep breath, and threw herself into the man's arms with sour eyes.

She felt a warm current gushing out from the depths of her heart, and the exhaustion and grievances of the past period all flowed away with tears.

"It's me who should say sorry, Cohen. I'm obsessed with work and interests, ignoring your feelings... I've trampled on your love."

"Can you give me another chance?" Igsena leaned her head on his shoulder, with tears in her eyes, choked up, "Let's start over in Nuocheng?"

"Um!"

The four eyes met, the estrangement in their hearts, the recent sorrow and resentment disappeared.

They hugged and kissed for a long time before talking and laughing, wiping away tears, and enjoying the exquisite candlelight dinner.

Outside the window, the chef and wingman who was leaning against the wall stroked his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no wrong idea.

"There are lovers who are married, and I should go back and see Old Moore, Susie, and Minuo!"

Then meet the coral.

...

The next morning, after a warm and crazy night,

A lavishly furnished room with a large velvet bed.

Roy held his breath, like a small animal avoiding predators, tiptoely pushed aside his arms and thighs, and got out of the fragrant silk quilt.

He glanced at the face on the pillow, the faint crescent eyebrows, the upturned nose, and the soft lips. Only in his sleep is the coral so docile, like a kitten.

Roy blew her a kiss and got together.

"Shh-"

A hand pulled him back.

Half an hour later.

The witcher finally wiped off the lipstick marks all over his face and left the sorceress's boudoir.

Step on the warm morning light.

Not long after, he met a radiant Cohen in new clothes in the alder forest leading to Gawain's house.

The sullenness of the Griffin Witcher was swept away yesterday, and his smile was warm and bright, like a sun.

Just dark circles.

"Roy, you are such a master of love! Your idea is great! You saved my love," he rushed forward excitedly and grabbed his friend's hand, "How can I thank you?!"

Roy shook his head and smiled,

"Cohen, I'm doing this just for the camaraderie of friends and brothers...no payment required."

"No, you don't know what this means to me... Teacher Kelda is gone, if Igosena leaves me again..." Cohen's expression flashed a trace of fear, and insisted, "Griffin Witcher Repay what you have... It's a matter of principle. Say it, brother, say what you think..."

Roy felt his firm attitude and pondered for a moment,

"Can you pass on the first part of the Griffin's Secret Law, the double seal, recorded in the Book of Shadows to all members of the Brotherhood?"

Cohen's smile suddenly stiffened, his eyes hesitated, but he didn't refuse directly.

"I only refer to the first secret method, excluding flapping and mutation..." Roy looked understanding and considerate, and his voice was gentle and powerful, "Everything follows your heart and makes the most sensible choice you think."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to?" Roy winked at him and said casually, "In the future, come to the orphanage to communicate with the children and chat with the brothers!"

After he finished speaking, he strode over the wooden fence and walked into the classroom.

Cohen stared at his back, looked around the quiet and peaceful Gawain House, took a deep breath, and made a decision.