The Divine Hunter

The reeds by the Kermohan River, the milky mist lingers like incense.

There was no sound of wind in the mist, and everything seemed to be stagnant and silent.

Karl stood in this thick fog, with his back against a tree with a crooked neck, his front and back feet separated, his body bowed slightly, and he was in a standard bull position. The slowly turning body pointed to the depths of the thick fog.

Amber vertical pupils looked around warily.

A layer of golden-yellow magic shield covers the body of small and delicate gray leather armor.

A few drops of sweat dripped down his chin under his delicate but dusty cheeks under his short brown hair.

"Tick!"

Sweat fell on the wet clay of the river bank and was absorbed in an instant.

Not far from the thick fog, a yellow light suddenly lit up.

The light is warm and holy, like a beacon in the night, so lost travelers can't help but move closer to it.

Carl was no exception, his black eyes flashed a daze, and a strange sense of familiarity rose, as if a friend who had been away for a long time was waiting for him there.

He slowly walked over with the snake sect silver sword.

"Come here, it's dangerous over there!" A crisp and tender child's voice sounded.

"Monty?" Carl's face was dull for a moment, how could his little friend appear in this wilderness?

"Boss Carl, come and help, Vicky's foot injury is very serious!"

There was a hint of panic on the young handsome face, desperate to speed up and approach the yellow light.

The rushing body brought a surging airflow, and the yellow light revealed a vague human shape, slightly hunched at the waist, and greeted him with one hand.

Karl's longsword dragged behind him, seemingly giving up his guard completely.

However, there are still three meters away from the human figure.

The dazed expression on the boy's face turned to determination, and his left hand behind his waist suddenly pushed forward.

"boom!"

Magical torrents spew,

Shred the mist and the human figure—

A monster with a naked body, unusually long arms, and sharp black fingernails.

It was struck by the seal and fell backwards, unable to get up for a while.

Carl clasped his feet to the ground like a pounced cat and jumped suddenly, landing with one foot, stepping on the shriveled belly of the blue-gray-skinned humanoid monster.

Drag the long sword behind him to the front, the silver light flashes, and the sharp teeth and claws are displayed!

A jab at the neck under its terrifying face!

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered.

The injured monster instantly turned into a mist and dissipated.

Anger, pain, and eerie screams erratic.

Carl cursed secretly, turned around suddenly, and slashed the silver sword in his hand behind him!

However, he made a mistake in his prediction, and the foggy monster appeared on the other side of him, close to his back, and hugged him like a loved one.

"Boom-"

Quinn is broken.

The ignorant witcher apprentice was hit on the back by a huge force and turned into a rolling gourd.

He fell to the ground and ate a mouthful of mud, and hurriedly sketched with five fingers that he wanted to use Alder to fly the monster again!

Unexpectedly, it was extremely cunning. After one blow, it hid in the thick fog and turned into an unpredictable gust of wind, circling around him constantly, making a neigh that was far and near, interfering with his judgment.

Carl held the long sword in his right hand and looked around, the sweat permeating his forehead stinging his eyes, his cheeks were as tight as cramps, and his mouth was hissing.

He maintained half of Alder in his left hand, but hesitantly did not know where to release it.

This is a big gamble, but the price is life, he dare not bet lightly.

"boom!"

A gigantic claw poked out of the mist and slid past Karl unexpectedly.

The back of the hand cracked a bloody mouth!

His right hand trembled, and the silver sword fell to the ground.

Out of instinct, Alder with his left hand hurriedly bombarded his side, but took a step slower, and the attacker turned into mist.

"Puff, puff!"

Carl's heart was beating wildly, and he was terrified, and he rolled on the ground regardless.

"Shh--" In an instant, the back of the neck was hot and bloody!

next second.

A large mouth with fangs gnaws in front of him.

It was like a bottomless abyss that devoured everything!

Carl didn't have time to react, widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, stunned on the spot.

finished?

...

"boom--"

"Shh-"

The magic power vibrated, followed by the sound of the sharp blade separating the flesh.

The silver light blasted through the air like lightning.

Then a headless corpse with slender limbs pressed down on Carl, and the blood from the broken neck sprayed all over his face.

Miraculously, the strange thick fog that blocked his vision disappeared in the blink of an eye, returning to a clear state.

The sky is sprinkled with a faint white light, the left side is the quietly flowing Kermohan River, and the right side is a small hillside and a camphor forest.

And a demon hunter with dark glasses and a sturdy figure was playing with the monster's ugly head and shook his head in disappointment.

"Boy, the challenge failed, and you still kill water ghosts and evil ghosts honestly when you go back." Owl took off his sunglasses, his green eyes narrowed, a mocking smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he threw another bottle of swallows.

Carl gulped a few mouthfuls, and terrifying black blood vessels appeared on his delicate face, and a cool and numb feeling came from the wounds on the back of his neck and the back of his hands.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Although your performance just now was remarkable, you made at least three fatal mistakes."

"The first sword should be aimed at its eyes, not its neck. After Quinn was broken, it was not replenished in time. Yaden was completely forgotten by you..."

"Teacher, I know I'm wrong, and I won't dare to be so reckless next time." Carl lowered his head, wiped the stench of blood on his face, and apologized in frustration and sincerity.

"Just understand, at this stage, the little mist demon is not a monster you can deal with." Vulture patted the student's shoulder earnestly, "Don't think that killing a few water ghosts and abusing those little guys will make you complacent. "

"The world is more dangerous than you think!"

"You have to know how to choose the right opponent and prepare well before the battle. It is impossible for someone to save you every critical moment!"

"Um!"

Carl nodded heavily, took a deep breath, squatted down, and began to meticulously harvest the spoils of Little Mist Demon, especially the teeth and nails.

Soon, the little face showed a smile again.

"Bring the teeth and nails to Quintas and Fyodor, make arrows, and go hunting with Oreo at night."

"What are you muttering, little monkey, speed up, slow like a dementia!"

"I know the teacher!"

...

Finished the little mist demon.

The two passed through the huge cave along the way of Kyle Morhan's trial.

The once mighty Cyclops "Old Spearhead" has turned into a pale and desolate skeleton in the middle of the cave.

Carl stared at the complete skeleton and was shocked for a long time. A head alone was equivalent to his entire body.

That huge metacarpal bone, no doubt, could mash him into meat like a chicken.

"Teacher, which senior is so powerful that he can kill this big guy?" The little boy quietly picked up a fist-sized knuckle, and he decided to take it back and use it as a show off capital.

"More than one person." A trace of regret flashed across Phrius' face, "Four snake sects, plus three wolf sects, a total of seven people, and the pufferfish poison was weakened before killing this thing."

"It's a pity that I was not there at the time, and I missed this battle worth bragging about for a lifetime, ahem!"

...

"Don't worry, teacher, I swear, I will take you to kill a giant in the future, not only the Cyclops, but also the Frost Giant!" Carl said with a stern face and vowed,

"Stinky boy!" The vulture gave him a head-shattering smile, "Wait until you kill a thousand water ghosts!"

Carl's delicate little face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

...

After leaving the cave, a pair of masters and apprentices came to the top of Troll Mountain again.

The troll family almost smashed their heads with stone cannonballs, but it was thanks to the owl that brought out the gift "Nuocheng Vodka" in advance and mentioned Roy's name.

Then the troll family turned their anger into joy, and invited the friends of the two friends with friendliness and enthusiasm to taste the smelly and fragrant troll porridge boiled by a mixture of small snails, small frogs, and small slugs.

With tears in his eyes, Carl accepted the unrepentant kindness and drank two full bowls in place of the teacher.

When they parted, the troll gave them a few jewels and minerals found in the mountain.

Only then did the little boy forget the ecstasy, and he smiled happily—Giving these stones to Vicky would definitely please her!

...

The last stop of the two masters and apprentices, the ring of elements of Kermohan.

Karl meditates cross-legged in the ring.

Phillius lit candles representing the four seasons and the four elements one by one.

He leaned against the stone wall with his hands around his chest, staring at the vast expanse of the wilderness under the ring of elements.

Thoughts are flying.

Owl never thought that he would settle in one place, especially the lively big city and the crowded Gawain's house.

In exchange for his previous character, he prefers Kyle Mohan's home in nature, isolated from the world, and a leisurely and peaceful home.

But now, the eyes under the sunglasses glanced at the quiet cheek of the little apprentice.

He seems to have lived a comfortable life in retirement early.

Those lively little guys, so that he will never be boring.

But how long can this peace last?

"Well...Teacher, I feel great." Karl stood up from the ring of elements with a look of joy, and couldn't wait to outline with his five fingers, slightly sketching a blue triangle charm, and an air flow drilled out of the palm of his hand. hit the ground.

A pit exploded in the ground, and dirt and broken grass clippings flew everywhere!

"Haha, my seal has become stronger!"

The owl patted his head and said, "There's nothing to be proud of, Roy and Geralt are directly mutated by the seal."

"According to our rules, you have killed ten monsters and arrived at the Ring of Elements. You are eligible to choose a witcher badge."

The owl spread out his hand, and the sunlight illuminated six lifelike pendants in his palm—

Wolf head, cat head, griffin head, flying lion monster, roaring giant bear, entangled poisonous snake...

Karu's eyes gleamed instantly, he took over all the amulets, held them in the palm of his hands and rubbed them and looked at them in turn. A childish smile appeared on his small eyebrows, nose and mouth, like a little girl who got a beloved rag doll.

"Teacher, can you give me all of them?!" Carl pursed his dry lips.

"These amulets are expensive to make, each person can only choose one, and leave the rest to your good friends." Phrius said half-truth, "Now you've taken a big advantage, do you know that you have Six choices, and you take one and the rest have only five choices."

"The further you go, the more pitiful it is."

"Is it like this?" Carl tilted his head, feeling that something was wrong, but his mind was all about taking advantage. His eyes swept across the six pendants of different shapes one by one, his small face tense and entangled.

"I drank the Flying Lion Monster Decoction, but I—"

In the end, what prompted him to make a decision was the pendant on the owl's chest.

"I'm your apprentice!" He took out the grinning silver cat head from a pile of pendants and put it on his neck.

"Haha, as expected of my good student." The owl nodded, an exaggerated arc split at the corner of his mouth, unable to contain his smile, he tore apart a teleportation coordinate.

"Boom!"

A boxy space door, with a gust of wind, appeared in the void.

"Come on, go back and show them the brand new Cat Witcher!"

...

Gawain House.

When Owl and Carl jumped out of the portal, a group of people had already gathered in the center of the courtyard.

Wearing a brocade top and an iris hat, Oaks dressed as a minstrel was showing off to a group of companions.

Carl leaves the four eye-catching companions at the stake to avoid the spinning dummy, and can't wait to rush into the alchemy room to show Vicky the harvest of his trip - the cat pie pendant and the Cyclops' knuckles, the troll's gem.

As the owls approached the crowd, Oaks' exaggerated voice drifted into his ears.

"You don't know, the people of Toussaint play a lot... After the Harvest Festival, they also have a barrel festival."

"I've heard a little," Vesemir wiped his hands with his blacksmith's apron, and a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "Although Toussaint started to use machines to squeeze grape juice a long time ago, it still retains an ancient tradition."

"Haha, you old man must have a lot of romantic debts when he was young!" Oakes patted him on the chest and winked at him, "At the barrel festival, the Toussaints gathered in the center of Beauclair Square, whether nobles, knights, Courtiers, merchants or commoners, enjoy music and acrobatics together."

"In the atmosphere of celebrating the whole world, start an exciting activity." The witchers listened intently, imagining the lively scene.

The owl is also caught in it.

"In the center of the square is a large wooden barrel filled with ripe grapes waiting to be juiced."

"However, they use neither machines nor instruments—"

Oaks paused and smiled excitedly in the threatening eyes of everyone, "They let the lively and fragrant beauty stand in the wooden barrel and squeeze the juice with both feet!"

"Two amazingly beautiful women, wearing that is called a cool one, revealing what should be exposed and should not be exposed! One of them is actually Grand Duke Anna Henrietta of Toussaint."

"Her figure..." Oakes gestured in the shape of a gourd with both hands in front of him, "Tsk tsk, except for a bit of rabbit teeth, it's impeccable."

Suddenly he strutted again and turned around,

Twisting his hands, neck, and waist like a dance, singing loudly from his mouth,

"Hoho, let the vines thrive! Hoho, let the grapes ripen in the sun!"

"Hohoho! Let them ferment, let them absorb the power and flavor of the barrels! Let them make fine wine! Let the fine wine flow into our cups!" Vesemir seemed to be inspired by memories, and sang along,

Oaks took over,

"Everyone was singing and cheering. In the spirit of devotion to sharing joy with the people, Grand Duchess Henrietta stepped on the wooden barrel with her female companion! The ceremony was completed!"

"The Grand Duchess? Barely an inch of thread? In front of everyone?" Escal tilted his head, it was really a wild, evil, and bewildering ceremony.

The long scar on his face showed a hint of disgust, "Then let everyone drink her foot wash, no, take a bath with grape juice?!"

Kaiyan, Aiden, Serrit, Owl, and Cohen, who was here as a guest, shook their heads, expressing that they could not accept it.

Vesemir, Lambert, and Leto nodded.

"You know what, Toussaint is such a romantic, unrestrained and free country, that's what its charm lies in!" Oakes defended.

"That's right!" Lambert shook his hair, his eyes were hot, and his expression was yearning. The Grand Duchess seemed to have a husband, "I will go to Toussaint sooner or later to see the world."

"Does the husband of the female archduke not mind? Letting so many eyes..." Kaiyan considered it for a while, and continued in a hoarse voice, "Desecrate his wife."

"This is tradition! His objection is invalid." Oaks shook his head disdainfully, "Not to mention that Archduke Raymond was not in Toussaint during the Cask Festival until we left."

A look of admiration flashed on Oakes' face, and he whispered to himself, "It's only when people come in and go out with Henrietta, they are inseparable, and they are basically planted. Maybe Archduke Raymond is about to become a father."

"What did you say?" The witchers' hearing was so sharp, everyone heard his muttering, and their faces became wonderful.

"I made a promise not to leak this secret casually." Oakes said seriously, and suddenly shook his head, "Forget it, Toussaint is basically known to everyone, and it's useless for me to keep it a secret."

"Master Dandelion completely fascinated Henrietta. In the past two months, they were like husband and wife. Originally, Master Dan wanted to spend the winter there, but I forcibly pulled him back."

"This big radish," Cohen shook his head, "I remember Roy explained to him, and he swore at that time that he would never betray Ms. Priscilla."

"Alas... that's the nature." Several witchers sighed at the same time, but they were all men.

"Forget it, let's pretend we didn't hear about it?" Lambert suggested.

"Just help Dandelion once, it's not an example!"

Oakes changed the subject wisely, "Have you not seen how warm, generous and beautiful the ladies in Toussaint are, and I don't know if they are their own men, or if they haven't been nourished by the opposite sex for more than ten years."

With a smirk of intoxication on his face,

"Faced with a man among men like me, a handsome and tall, full of poetry and books, and a superbly beautiful man with amazing physical strength, it is like a moth to a flame."

"Come on?" Serret patted Oaks' flushed cheek disdainfully. "Are you taking too much stimulant, or drinking too much 'Iron Glove'? Just your dry face, I think it's from the country. The old peasants are more or less the same!"

"Don't believe me, they are crazy about me and fascinated by me. The poems I have worked so hard to write on weekdays finally have their place. My charming poetry readings make them cry, make them laugh, and make them unable to extricate themselves. "

"I feel that in just two months, I have used up the amount of the past few decades." He looked confident, "If I were an ordinary man, then I would be the father of at least twenty children."

"Cough! Don't brag!" The bald man interrupted his shameless show, "How about your serious business, kid?"

"Of course, who am I? How can a woman be more important than the task explained by my brother? I have made three space markers - the Heshan Castle in the southeast of the Bashan Farm and the northeast of the Uthar Castle Ruins, As well as the 'Valley of the Nine' in Shansletto Swamp, the hidden church cave that Serret and I visited once."

"Heshan Fortress seemed to be occupied by a group of bandits before. Later, I heard that a passing ranger knight singled out his horse and turned it into a ruin." Oaks looked around the crowd.

"Let's wait for Roy to come back, let's set off together and start the next big adventure!" Everyone nodded.

"By the way, guys, when I went back to the room to check just now, I found that there was one missing piece of precious love poems in my collection - "The Dilemma of Love" by Master Dandelion, has anyone seen it?"

The face of the Griffin witcher changed,

"Kean, did you take it away?" Oaks' sharp vertical pupils, seeing his abnormality at a glance, asked aggressively,

"Uh, sorry, man, Roy...I thought...I gave her to Igsena."

"You!" Oxton grabbed Cohen's shoulder with a solemn expression. The latter, like a child who was caught doing something wrong, lowered his head in shame and swallowed nervously.

"As compensation, next time you go to Toussaint, you have to come along."

Oakes patted his shoulder and straightened his collar for him,

"Listen to Roy, there seems to be a secret of a Griffin witcher named Geron Molluy there. Are you not interested?"

Cohen was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and nodded heavily.