The Divine Hunter

In Kaye Village at night, 90% of the villagers turned off the lights, the men slept with their wives in their arms, and the children looked at the sky outside the window and counted sheep. Night Watchman Thompson, armed with torches and a rusted steel sword, began patrolling the entire village, chasing away beasts, bandits, or giving early warning.

The only brightly lit place is the village chief's house, and the old captain's tavern in the middle of the village.

Occasionally, energetic and unmarried men come here to pass the time, drink a little wine, and when the mood comes, they call the one-eyed Jack, the bearded man who loves to brag about his young Skellige's maritime career, and the tavern owner, to play a game. Play Quint.

In the old captain's tavern, under the light of candles and fireplaces, there were five or six figures sitting sporadically.

Roy stood in front of the Quint card board, staring at the pile of delicate cards with bright eyes.

These are real Quintess!

Gwent was originally invented by dwarves who were bored to pass the time, but with its simple rules, changeable and interesting gameplay, it quickly conquered everyone. Whether it is aristocrats or ordinary people in the market, they like to have a few drinks after a meal.

Quint's card face borrows the image of a popular legendary figure in the folk.

For example, Emperor Emhyr of Nilfgaard, King Foltest of Temeria, King Demawi of Aedirn with a crown on his head, Mivi the beautiful queen of Leiria and Livia...

Each Gwent is meticulously made by dwarves with superb skills, with impeccable illustrations and materials, and it is basically impossible to forge. More treasures, made by dwarf masters, can be called miniature works of art.

Ordinary Gwent sells for one or two crowns, and you can buy more or less in grocery stores around the world, and some rare cards can buy a house in Vangerburg, the capital of Aedirn, but few Collectors are willing to sell.

However, Roy observed for a long time, and the Nilfgaard, Northern Domain, and Skellige decks all appeared in the game, but he did not see a monster card or Squirrel Party card. All monster cards are rare, and the Squirrel Party...

In the current timeline, the Northern War has not yet begun. The Squirrel Party, which helped Nilfgaard attack the northern humans in the form of an assault team, has not yet shown its head, so naturally there is no Squirrel Party card group.

It is estimated that after the Northern War, the Squirrel Party deck will be expanded into the Gwent pool by a dwarf master.

"Little Roy, why don't you go to the pub for a good night's sleep when you're not at home?" The one-eyed Jack's big black-haired hand was about to fall on Roy's head, but the latter dexterously dodged away.

Roy smiled ingratiatingly. Anyway, he is only thirteen years old now, so there is no shame in being cute. As long as it works, "Uncle Jack, I am waiting for Brandon. He promised to invite me to taste the fruit wine tonight." In fact, he wanted to cash in. Promise, teach Brandon a simple magic trick, which he learned from the Internet before crossing.

But now I have an idea to make money. Old players of The Witcher 3 have always been unable to escape the fate of Quint's addiction.

One-eyed Jack's weathered, wrinkled old face showed an ugly smile, "That little fat guy steals his family's money to drink every once in a while, thanks to me mixing water in the fruit wine for him, otherwise old Fletcher would have smelled it long ago. He's full of alcohol, spanking his ass to bloom, don't learn from him!" A gleam of light flashed in his single eye, and his men neatly threw a pale Qunt on the chessboard.

At the same time, his opponent's face also turned pale!

"Eat me a frost! Melee units are unified! Haha 35:20, old Otto, I won this game!"

"Crash..." Several crowns were placed at Jack's table.

The farmer on the opposite side looked gloomy, "Tonight's luck is worse than Keville's salted fish, don't come!" After speaking, he walked out the door.

And Roy took advantage of the opportunity to fill the vacant seat and stared at the one-eyed Jack.

"You sit in another place, my old man is coming soon, he must win and go bankrupt today, without leaving a single pair of pants!"

"Uncle Jack,

Anyway, if you are idle and bored, why don't I play with you, just warm up before the game? "

Hearing that, Jack shook his head, "Do you have Quint?" How could a teenage child have the money to collect Quint.

"In the whole village, who doesn't know the name of the old Captain Jack, the Gwent collector? You have so many Gwent cards in your collection, there must be some repetitions. Okay, how about getting a pair and lending me a pair?" Roy folded his hands together, Looking at him expectantly.

"Hey, where did that shy and cute little guy go? Why did the village bricklayer suddenly apply a layer of cement to his face?" Jack sighed, raised his hand and made a slap gesture, In the end, he seemed to remember something and moved slowly.

"Count what I owe you... I can borrow it from you, but Old Jack won't fight Quint, who has no prizes. Let's talk first. You have to clean the tavern once you lose."

"If I win?"

"A reward of 1 crown."

"Isn't it a handful of 2 crowns just now?"

Roy covered his mouth in front of old Jack blowing his beard and staring.

Soon, he got thirty-five Gwent cards from the Northern Domain, thirty-one most common unit cards with a combat power of no more than 6, four weather cards, no cherished hero cards, and none at all.

Quint's hand was full of texture, and the surface felt smoother than the girl's skin, which made him a little reluctant to let go.

As for Quint in the hands of One-Eyed Jack, he knew nothing about it.

Soon the game started, and at some point, Brandon sneaked up to the table and watched with a strong man who was over 6 by 4 inches (1 meter 9) tall and with black and red skin.

The two quietly observed the situation.

In the beginning, Roy made his moves very slowly, Quint lost it, and Jack put his hands around his chest, in a nonchalant manner, and shot like electricity.

Unsurprisingly, Roy lost two games in a row.

As time passed, one by one, the situation was completely reversed. Jack stared intently at the chessboard, his hands getting harder and harder, and his face darkened unsightly.

"Little bastard, you are cheating!"

Half an hour later, Jack roared and stood up, his tensed facial muscles were flushed, and he looked like an angry lion.

However, he was quickly pushed back into position by a rock-hard muscled arm.

"Boss, I've been keeping an eye on you, and I promise the guy didn't cheat!"

Pusig's face was determined, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth. He'd love to see this old boss, who always wins over him, deflated!

Roy glanced gratefully at the strong man with red hair and red face.

This guy is Pusig, a blacksmith who lives in Kaye Village and repairs farm implements for the villagers. Roy had heard that Pusig used to be a sailor on the one-eyed Jack, and the two operated a cargo ship together in the Skellige Islands. After Jack retired, he followed to settle in the countryside of Aden. But he is not a local, but grew up in Skerry, and has a very straightforward and courageous temperament.

"Little Roy, you should be thankful for the horse that hit you!" Pusig patted him on the head. "You used to be like a squeamish little girl, but now you are a bit manly."

...

Speaking of Quint, in half an hour and a total of eight games, One-Eyed Jack lost five games, and Roy had a "huge sum" of 5 crowns piled up in front of Roy's table, which took more than a month to earn as an apprentice.

"Unbelievable, the great Goddess Meritelli is on top, so you favor this stinky boy so much? My hand is two levels better than his, and I can lose five hands. This is no longer an explanation for my strength."

One-eyed Jack was still unwilling and stared at Roy fiercely, who wiped away the cold sweat that didn't exist and wondered if he was being too hasty.

He was indeed cheating, still using the storage space. Every time he hides two weather cards in the space without knowing it, Quint sees the opportunity and quietly changes his hand in the process. It is quite cool to freeze the combat power that the opponent has worked so hard to accumulate.

"I'm lucky!" Roy tried his best to keep his tone steady, "No one in the Quint field is more blessed by the goddess of luck than me."

"Damn it!" Jack slammed the wall hard, "If it wasn't for that abominable female thief Sasha stole my 'mysterious elf' a few days ago, you wouldn't have won me at all!"

Salsa?

Roy, who heard the name, was obviously stunned. He suspected that he had come into contact with this character when he was playing games, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At this moment, the little fat man Brandon rolled his eyes and said loudly, "Sasha, is that the woman who ran into Roy on horseback last time?"

When One-Eyed Jack heard this, he suddenly died, "Forget it, if I hadn't chased that woman, she wouldn't have run into Roy in a panic. I won't bother with you about today's affairs."

Roy was stunned, no wonder Jack said he owed him at first, and promised to lend him Quint. The source was the rare Quint collected by One-Eyed Jack and attracted a female thief, which caused him to be hit by a horse and assimilated.

"Little Roy, at this time tomorrow, if you continue to come and play with me, I don't believe you have been doing shit luck. Sooner or later, I will catch evidence of your cheating!"

Roy readily agreed, and earned 5 crowns in just half an hour. What reason did he have to let go of the big head that came to his door. This old captain, Quint is no less addicted than those dwarves who have gone bankrupt.

Brandon also joined in the fun and pulled his sleeve, "Roy, Roy, teach me a trick." As he said, he took out a handful of fragrant, sweet yellow snacks from his pocket and stuffed it into into Roy's mouth.

"Well... this is lard residue, is it delicious?"

"Every time Fletcher kills a pig, he has to boil some oil residue as a snack. You teach me tricks, and I bring you snacks every day."

Looking at Brandon's innocent and fat face, Roy smiled, and couldn't help but reach out and smooth the cocked hair on the top of his head.

"Hurry up and start, and go back to sleep in a while."