The Divine Hunter

In the civilian area of ​​Nuocheng, in a small two-story building, Geron Moru lay in a simple but tidy room, looking sideways at the dim starry sky outside the window.

A haircut and a shave, and five buckets of hot water washed away all the dirt and scruff from his body.

His grooming has barely evolved from a beggar to an ordinary person, but his thin face and beast eyes reveal vicissitudes that are unattainable for ordinary people.

This was the first time in a long time that Geron had changed into clean and soft new clothes, and the bed under him was no longer the cold grass and the gnawed tapestry.

Over the past few decades, he has complained about the injustice of fate in the dead of night countless times.

He abides by the creed of the Griffin and chivalry. After he left Kaer Siren at the age of fifteen, he traveled around the world alone with his sword on his back. He can't remember how many times he did it purely for free, or reduced most of his remuneration, for the poor. Peasants eradicate evil monsters.

He asked himself, never did anything wrong.

But it was him, who suffered heavy injuries one after another, was tortured, his home was destroyed, he lost all his relatives and friends, and was alone.

Do good people deserve all this bad luck?

He began to wonder whether the good deeds he had done in his youth, the persistence of the Griffin spirit, the good or the evil in this world had any meaning.

This suspicion, contradicting the deep-rooted beliefs he received as a child, still tormented him to this day.

But during the time Cohen was with him, he figured it out - he had to ask Mr. Elan for an answer.

"Don't look for—"

"Sorry teacher," Geron sighed, turbid tears streaming down his thin, dry cheeks, "the answer is sometimes more important than life."

...

The early morning mist shrouded the buildings, and the sky just now was as dark as ink, but at this time there was a white light.

On the quiet streets of Nuocheng, five witchers walked side by side toward the southwest corner of the business district, which belonged to collector Gawain Samsa.

"Brother Coen, didn't Iglesia fix you last night?" Lambert gently massaged the mountain-shaped hairline with his five fingers, as if such a massage would make it stop subsiding. "You smelled like a trash can, I swear, if I were she, I would break up with you!"

"Roy said hello to me, it's less than the agreed three months," Cohen put on a gorgeous fur coat, and his whole body looked brand new, with a single-shoulder backpack on the right swaying with his footsteps, " And Ignatius is a gentle and good girl, she can understand me."

"Then cherish it," Leto said. "Don't let down the love of beauty like Dandelion."

"Where is Master Dan?"

"I heard that Priscilla didn't speak to him for a week."

Everyone was silent for a while, looking not far away, the undulating spires of the houses were like saw-toothed straight into the sky.

"Can that lady fortune tell the whereabouts of Teacher Elan?" Geron Moru in the gray leather armor reconfirmed nervously.

"Half certain." Roy glanced at the one-shoulder backpack beside Cohen. "The Book of Shadows was originally written by Grandmaster Elan. He carried it with him for hundreds of years, and it was deeply involved."

"Even if it doesn't work, isn't it still with you?"

"Your Excellency, as the accidental son of Master Elan, has a strong bond with him. Perhaps it is for this reason that he was able to contact you through meditation in the first place."

"The Book of Shadows plus the Law of Accidents is like a bright beacon, helping fortune-tellers to dispel the fog and guide the direction."

Jiron's expression became calm.

And Roy turned to another thought.

There is a spell called Empathy Probe that finds people through emotional connections. And Jielon became a disciple of Grand Master Elan because of the law of accident, and there was a deep relationship between them. This method can also be used as an alternative.

...

Colin Tilly was doing the splits and pressing her waist on a blanket on the second floor terrace, doing a very feminine gesture.

The light and slim sweater showed off her plump and beautiful figure, with a layer of fine sweat dripping on her face and flushed cheeks.

Looks dainty.

She bent over to the left side with a sigh of breath, her ribs were against her thighs, her fingertips were touching her toes, her amber eyes were lowered, and she just saw four men pouring out of the narrow alley in front of the door.

She looked surprised at first, then shook her head mockingly.

Today is different from the past, she is no longer an illegal dream divination master who needs to hide in Tibet.

...

"Good morning, Ms. Ke Lin. I haven't seen you for half a year. Your beauty is better than ever."

The dreamer lady met the witcher in the lobby on the first floor. At this time, she had changed into a long orange dress with a slit on the chest, and the corners of the clothes and skirt were dotted with broken flowers, revealing large areas of delicate wheat-colored skin. Hair draped over the shoulders.

As bold and cool as a sorceress, but with a much thinner magical aura.

Lambert began to frantically wink at Roy, who turned a blind eye.

"Master Roy, it can be seen that you are much better than before." In a hoarse and pleasant voice, she stretched out her hand and let the witcher give a kiss.

Then he offered tea intimately, and his eyes swept over the faces of several people gently.

"Is work and life going well recently?" Roy asked, sipping his tea.

"Thanks to you... Your Excellency Gawain is concerned about the faces of the masters and takes good care of me. No one dares to embarrass me like before."

Ke Lin sat on the chair opposite, with his legs crossed and folded, and smiled gratefully at the witcher, "The business district is filled with rich people, the job is easy, but the income is more generous than before, not to mention how comfortable life is. !"

"That's good." A smile appeared at the corner of Roy's mouth. It was undoubtedly a joy that the lives of those who were influenced by him became better, not to mention that the other party was such a beauty with special abilities.

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, do you know where to find us?"

Ke Lin couldn't help grinning, stood up and bowed his knees to a few people, and let them feast their eyes - Cohen turned his head to avoid suspicion, Roy, Geron, and Leto were indifferent, and Lambert's eyes were about to pop out. .

"A few of you have come to the door, there must be something of use to me, just tell me..." Ke Lin folded his hair and said boldly, "I will serve it for free once."

"Service?" Lambert murmured.

"Then I'll make a long story short, we need your help in divination of a person's whereabouts." Roy was also rude, "We have his diary that he has carried for decades, as well as his 'unexpected son'..."

"Ms. Ke Lin heard of the concept of 'accidental children'?" Lambert's eyes lit up and he volunteered, "Do you need me to explain it to you?"

The woman smiled and shook her head, "The Law of Accidents is not unique to witchers... Heroes Zartret Voluta, Crazy Day, etc. are all children of accidents."

"We dream-seekers also study fate. I just happened to understand the law of accident. There is no doubt that this unbreakable bond is enough to guide the direction of dreams."

Ke Lin took the "Book of Shadows" handed over by Keen again, rubbed the cold and hard bookcase a few times, and instantly realized that it was extraordinary.

"Even so, I can't guarantee to find that Your Excellency, I can only try my best. Now, please allow me to prepare."

...

About a quarter of an hour later, everyone followed the dreamer into the bedroom.

The windows were shut tightly, and the curtains blocked the light from the outside world.

Only a single candle on a wooden frame shed a dim and comfortable light.

Jielon was lying on a soft single-seat sofa, holding the Book of Shadows in his arms. The remaining four witchers were leaning against the iron-clad nanmu door, their arms crossed their chests, and they watched silently.

The dream-seeker stood behind Jielon, his small hands rubbing against his temples, and the incense burner on the left wafted out wisps of good-smelling incense, which made Jieron inexplicably sleepy.

"Take a deep breath, relax..." Kelin Tilly stared at the man's confused eyes, and blew out a candle to make the light dim and soft.

"I will guide you. First of all, we have to establish a spiritual connection. I will ask some questions. You must answer them, and you must answer them honestly and sincerely."

Jielon took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of rejection in his heart, and removed the psychological defense line built up by his long wandering career. He adjusted for about five minutes.

"All right."

"To describe one of your memories of Ellen, I need one of the strongest and most complete memories about him. It would be better if he established the law of accident with you and took you away for the first time."

The man's eyes are aimed into the distance, memories are rolling in his mind,

"In 1087 Elam saved the life of my father Thomas Morlu in the woods, and made a law of accident with him, taking in return something he already possessed without knowing it - still in Lydia me in my belly."

"In 1093, when I was six years old, I first met Grand Master Elam..."

"That's when Lydia told me that I would live with him in the future."

After a quarter of an hour in the slow statement, the man closed his eyes, his expression a little disappointed.

"Reinstate your emotions, don't indulge in sadness," Ke Lin didn't change his face, and put his palm lightly on the man's forehead, "Now you have to lie down, relax, hold my hand, and talk about Ellen, you Think what happened to him, why did he disappear, and where should he be now?

While asking, the dreamer lit the incense burner on the right side of the sofa.

The white, grass-scented smog fills up,

The whole room was filled with smoke.

Jielon's face became indistinct in the hazy mist, and the corners of his mouth opened and closed, changing like a cloud of smoke, and the voice of the statement became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared.

"Now, try to connect yourself to this book."

He closed his eyes and began to breathe regularly.

The dream-seeker stood up, observed the man's expression, confirmed that he was asleep, and then took the half-finished sweater prepared by the dressing table - she started to knit the sweater, the firelight stretched her back on the wall, she was like a A goddess who weaves a great web of destiny.

The white smoke shrouded the lying and standing shadows and merged into one.

...

After about half an hour.

Geron wakes up from a strange dream.

He opened his eyes, his pupils lost focus, and he was at a loss.

"Dell!" After a crisp snap of his fingers, his eyes returned to agility.

"How is it, buddy, how are you feeling?" Lambert swept over his body with concern, then turned eagerly to the sexy dream-seeker next to her, who cherished the blue and white sweater that was half knitted in her hands. He put the land in the box behind him, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the other sofa with a tired face, the sweat on his forehead wet his gray hair.

"Take me serious bastard!" The bald-headed man's eyes froze, and he turned to Ke Lin again, "Ma'am, rest for now."

"Um."

"I seem to have seen something." Geron said suddenly, "but it's not very real - two things that are unrelated."

"Let's hear it mate," Roy said. "There's no way that many of us can come to a conclusion."

"A grand and ancient castle...in a remote place among the mountains, it was carved into the ice of the mountains, hidden under jagged cliffs and snow, and half of the building was covered in ice."

"Wait, why do you think you're talking about Kyle Siren?" Roy glanced at Cohen, who narrowed his eyes.

"I'm sure it's not Kyle Siren..." Geron put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, frowning with a thoughtful expression, "but they have similarities, and they all give me the feeling-the castle that trains witchers! "

"Yes!" He raised his voice, "I just dreamed of the inside of the castle, the cool and simple hall, the device used for the grass trial, the operating table, the test tube rack..."

"I saw that pile of stuff when I was young."

"But they are too old, and when they touch the dust clouds, they seem to have been idle for decades."

"If what you saw in your dream was a witcher's castle... First rule out Kyle Siren and Kyle Morhan." Roy looked at the bald man, "Could it be Gersvid."

"Gthved has never had snow," Letho denied.

"Are there any other clues?" Roy asked slightly nervously, "Have you seen Grandmaster Elan himself?"

Geron nodded and shook his head,

"I myself seem to be a teacher of Ellen. From his perspective, I browse his past experiences. In addition to this castle among the mountains, he has also traveled to the highlands several miles away."

Geron's face flashed shock, "There are countless troops stationed on the high ground, thousands of tents stand, and the silver sun wheel flags with a black background are stretched out in the wind."

"The sun flag on a black background..." The expressions of several witchers changed greatly.

"The flag of Nilfgaard!" Geron said loudly, "I'm sure it's the flag of that southern empire."

The witchers were in a tangle when they heard the words.

"At the moment, as far as I know... Nilfgaard is gathering a large number of troops on Mount Amer." After a while, Roy's face was complicated, he didn't expect to be associated with the war, "So, in all likelihood, what you said The castle is also on the Amer Hill."

"And what you see should have happened in the last two or three years."

Cohen and Geron's breathing became heavier when they heard the words, and their faces flushed red with excitement.

This means that as long as they go to Amer Mountain, there is a certain probability of finding Elan.

"What witcher castle is there in Alme Mountain?" Lambert looked at Roy curiously, half joking, half begging, "Your Excellency the Prophet, can you give us some pointers?"

Several pairs of vertical pupils suddenly turned around.

Roy looked around and said decisively, "There is a castle called Heinkaweigh, which used to be the base of the bear school witchers. But they have nothing to do with each other and no desire to kill. For some reason, one by one, they left the castle and never returned, and the castle became a no-man’s place.”

"Then what is the purpose of Your Excellency Elan staying in Heinkawich?" Cohen glanced at everyone with curious tricolor pupils,

"According to Geron's experience in meditation - Grandmaster Elan is controlled by some mysterious force."

"And in the past 100 years, he has never contacted you, never showed up, and he has proved this from the side." Roy corrected, "So what you should ask is what he is trying to do behind his back."

The two Griffin factions looked at each other blankly.

"To be honest, before today's prediction of your dreams..." The bald-headed man showed deep fear and hatred on his face, "I originally had a suspect."

"The biggest mortal enemy of the Snake Sect, the Wild Hunt, has invaded Guthvid many times, kidnapped our school's apprentices, and then converted them into their own puppets, ghost knights, wearing eerie armor and riding bone warhorses. , haunting the nights of war in droves, galloping across the sky, spreading disaster and doom."

"I thought that the great master of the Griffin Sect was also enslaved by them."

"But the Wild Hunt has always been dispatched in groups, and it is impossible for him to appear in the deep mountain castle alone."

There was a moment of silence in the bedroom.

"For today's plan, to find Elan and figure out who is behind the scenes, we only have one choice-" Cohen took a deep breath, "Go to Alme Mountain to investigate!"

"Roy, Lambert, Leto, thank you for your great help today... The next thing, just leave it to me and Geron. When we return from Amer Mountain, no matter the outcome..."

He gratefully pressed the shoulders of several people, "We will all join the Brotherhood!"

Jielon stood up abruptly, nodding at several people, and his movements were so big that he almost knocked over the chair.

Never on this day has he felt so close to his teacher.

He has tasted the life of ordinary people for several lifetimes, and it is time to see his destiny.

"Dude, don't be so unlucky!" Lambert slapped the pectoralis major muscles of the two Griffins, "After what? We'll be brothers from now on, and we'll go to Heinkawij together."

"Brotherhood, how can you let your companions face danger alone? It's not that I look down on you, even if I find Alan, not only can the two of you not be able to save him, you have to fold yourself in!"

The two fell silent.

But they didn't want to get involved with the Brotherhood.

"It's settled." Leto patted the sofa with his fist and made a final decision, "We originally had a plan - to find the Bear Sect witcher and the Bear Sect herbal decoction."

"This trip is imperative."

"Not only is the great master of the Griffin faction..." Lesuo Amber's pupils shone brightly, and he said word by word, "Ivar Evil Eye, the great grand master of the Snake faction, has also been missing for more than 20 years."

"And Aigar of the wolf faction."

"I have to find out if this is all related to the manipulator behind the scenes!"

Everyone was shocked! Inevitably, the same association is farther away, and a fact is in front of us - the whereabouts of all the great masters of the school are unknown.

They, is it possible?

...

"We have to make perfect preparations, decoctions, potions, bombs, teleportation props. To avoid danger." Roy said solemnly, "Go back to Gawain's house and call all the brothers now!"

"Wait a moment." Lambert interrupted suddenly, his eyes turned to the lady who was resting on the sofa and eavesdropping on the dream-seeker for a long time,

"Beautiful Ms. Colin, can you lend a hand? I'll find someone too."

"Who are you looking for?" Ke Lin crossed his slender fingers in front of his lower abdomen and quietly sat up straight. But she couldn't stand the scorching eyes of the other party, and narrowed her charming big eyes.

"What I'm looking for," Lambert smiled openly, "is the future girlfriend of my dreams."

"..."

"Why bother Ms. Colin, I can tell you the answer myself," Leto gave him a grim smile, his fists clenching, "You will die alone."