The Divine Hunter

Aydin, on the edge of the Gobi Desert, the ancient castle on the cliff.

A tall and strong man dressed in black stood in front of the window of the library. His handsome and mature face was as calm as the surface of a lake, and his deep eyes stared at the remains of the sunken ship on the Gobi Desert.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I've been tricked!" Riens knelt down behind him, lowered his head, and pressed his waist with one hand, his tone was full of unwillingness and resentment, "The witcher already knew that I was looking for the little princess of Sintra. , deliberately let the crappy poets spread their names, and set up an ambush to lure me to the door! If the adults did not help in time, I am afraid that I would have been captured and tortured by those filthy mutants by now!"

"them?"

Vigfortz's calm tone contained monstrous anger, and the veins on his right hand holding the window were abrupt.

A look of fear flashed in the mage's eyes behind him.

"I am ambushed and attacked by four other witchers. Two of them are not young. They are highly skilled and experienced. They must be over fifty years old. The other two are quite young and still immature. Judging from their appearance, they have just passed the witcher. The trial is not long... As for Geralt, although he did not show up, I think he is most likely in Nuocheng, and only he knows me and understands my actions!"

Wei Ge fell silent when he heard the words, and his right hand gently rubbed the gemstone finger on his left hand. Although he had never been interested in such inferior magical products as witchers, he had also understood in the small talk with his peers that witch hunters People are used to fighting alone, and it is extremely rare to have two at a time, let alone four.

And the witchers have not been replenished with fresh blood for decades. According to common sense, they should have been decayed and on the verge of extinction.

But this time, two new people appeared at once, which was inconsistent with the facts he knew.

"My lord, I have a strong intuition that in addition to the four guys who ambushed me and Geralt, there are other witchers in No City. They are secretly plotting." Reins said through gritted teeth, "In their Under the protection, the great poet who is like a waste dares to speak harshly at me and threaten me as a mage! It's ridiculous!"

Wei Ge left the window and paced around the mage who was kneeling on the ground. Amidst the gentle footsteps, his slightly curly brown hair fluttered in the wind.

"One or two mutants are nothing to be afraid of, but when there are enough of them, they are as annoying as a group of water ghosts... You can't blame you for the failure of this operation."

"Your lord is wise..." Reins breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with plausibility, "After the princess escaped from the waste knight sent by Emhyr, where can she escape? Her only way out is to go to Nuo. The city defected to Geralt, who was linked by fate! They have completely exposed their position when they shot me. I believe that Geralt and the princess are hiding there!"

"Your previous actions have alarmed the witcher,

With the cunning and cautious nature of this group of hunting expert foxes, adjustments must be made immediately. "Wiggoforts pondered, "Listen, Reins, pay attention to the concealment of your actions, and stop provoking the witcher recklessly." "

Vigo ordered,

"Contact Skirr first, and then hire a few more powerful people you can trust. You don't need to save money... Investigate No City as carefully as possible. I want you to find out where the witchers are staying, their distribution, and who they are in No City. I want all the good forces! Check it out and report the situation to me. This time, don’t let me down again, and don’t divulge your whereabouts to irritate them!”

"I swear, my lord!" Reins touched his chest with his right hand.

"It's their luck, I don't have time now, and there is another top priority to be busy with. Let them continue to be happy." Wei Ge's mouth grinned coldly,

Top priority?

Riens bowed and took orders, with envy and reverence flashing in his black eyes.

This Excellency is amazingly young among the warlocks, but he is very talented in magic. He has mastered powerful spells that are beyond the grasp of countless brothers in the Brotherhood. He can't last five seconds in his hands.

And there are ravines in his chest.

Not long ago, he helped the northern coalition to snipe the southern warlocks in Sodan, and taught the emperor Emhyr in the south a painful lesson, and won the trust and support of most of the northern warlock brotherhood.

Now, under his leadership, the kings of the north and south are about to sign an armistice agreement.

This time, he intends to favor the Emperor of Nilfgaard again, as an old saying goes - a slap, a sweet date.

Tell Emhyr with strength that he is more important than expected and deserves more chips.

It can be said that turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands into rain.

Kings and emperors who are above ten thousand people can only obediently walk into the trap set by him under the planning of Wingford.

But this is a good thing for Riens. When Vigo gets the fruits of victory, his little followers will undoubtedly be able to share amazing benefits!

Looking forward to a bright future, he was willing to risk being beheaded by Emhyr and act as a double agent.

Find Ciri for Viggo!

"When I solve the problem at hand, I will find a way to deal with this group of witchers... It belongs to me, no matter how I can't escape, let that little swallow fly for a while longer, experience the baptism of the storm, the stronger the exercise. , the more precious the spoils." Wigold paused, "I have to remind you, don't think about leaking information to the Imperial Intelligence Service, in order to please the old fox of Valtier de Lydox!"

"From the day you rescued me from the dungeon in Sintra and paid off my debts, I swore that I would only be loyal to you forever!"

...

"Boom-" Reins bowed and quickly disappeared from the portal.

And Wigfords, leaving the library, descended a wide staircase of three landings, passed a passage lined with statues in alcoves, and entered a laboratory.

It’s well-lit and clean, with long metal tables and shelves full of glass items—flasks, test tubes, retorts, mixing bowls, and all manner of small utensils.

and embryos sealed in glass vials.

There was a strong smell of alcohol, ether, and formalin in the air.

A poor man with disheveled hair was tied to a steel chair with various ingenious and cruel mechanisms, and his arms were fastened with iron hoops.

She lowered her head and did not move, exuding fear and fear all over her body. Like a rabbit cornered by a wild dog.

On the other hand, a cruel and excited smile appeared on the handsome face of Wigfortes. From the arrangement table full of various instruments, he picked up a glass syringe about half a foot long with a slender and curved tip. pointed.

He stepped forward and squeezed her chin suddenly.

The magic light of the laboratory casts a monstrous shadow on the wall holding a syringe, and screams and wailing begin to echo!

...

On the other side, in the laboratory under the temple island of Novigrad, a discussion kicked off.

The bright light of the brazier illuminated a dozen serious faces... Geralt, Vesemir, Leto, Oaks, Kayan, Cohen... and a water-blue light curtain in mid-air.

A human face appeared in the light curtain, with short black hair, sinister eyes, thin lips, a scar on the face...

The fingers of Yennefer's right hand with black leather gloves twitched in the air like a knitted sweater, and the details of the portrait's face became richer and more lifelike.

"Is it this face?"

"Yes, it's those mean eyes, the mage Riens whose waist was blown off!" Lambert put his arms around his chest and nodded reluctantly, "I know him even if he turns to ashes. He almost destroyed the philistine poet. an arm!"

Hearing this, Yennefer turned his gaze to the white-haired witcher, whose dark cat pupils flashed a sharp light, "At the Cintra Castle, he stopped me and wanted to take Ciri... Later Ciri and I After returning to Noro City from Wailivia, he was mainly mentioned, in addition to the Nilfgaardian knight, the unknown mage Riens chased her all the way."

"So who is he serving?" Serret rubbed the green stubble of his chin and looked at the participants in the ambush, "Emperor of Nilfgaard? Or Phortes of Temeria? Ter, Demawi of Aedirn, Henselt of Caldwin, Vizmir II of Redania, the Union of Humphoths? What did those two bastards say?"

"It's a pity..." Aiden shook his head, "they lived in the suburbs of Nuocheng, and were influenced by mental magic, they foolishly went into the city to kidnap the great poet for Reins, intending to make a fortune. Nothing is known about it.”

"So, we don't even know who the enemy is now?" Kaiyan raised his sunglasses, and a hint of depression flashed in his gray-green eyes.

"If it were the kings of the north, there would be no reason to send a warlock to make a little trouble." Lesso analyzed rationally and shook his head, "I think it is very likely that he will serve Nilfgaard, and he will be in the dark with that black armored knight. ."

"Riennes is a spy for an imperial intelligence agency, that's why he is so sneaky and hidden."

"But as far as I can tell, his accent is more northern," Lambert said.

"Yeah," Aiden said with a serious look, "he spoke with a big Kaldwin accent."

Everyone present fell silent.

Run a Reins, their base in No City may be exposed.

"I have to say, Riens is quite arrogant." At this time, Yennefer spoke, his violet eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "A warlock, who has grown into this honor, There's a bit of a Kaldwin accent in it again, and as expected, I think I know where he's from!"

When everyone's eyes were focused on him, the sorceress's petite body took a light step and circled around the crowd.

"Most of the warlocks in the north came from the Academy of Magic, either from Arethusa, who specialized in training sorceresses on the island of Temeria, and Ben Ader Academy of Magic, who specialized in training male warlocks in Kaedwen. !"

"Wait," Griffin's Cohen interjected curiously, touching the acne scars outside his thick beard, "Why does a magic academy have to be divided into males and females? Is the process of magic transformation different?"

"The witchers are divided into several schools because of different ideas, so the warlocks can't be divided into two schools because of their nature?" The sorceress explained in a clear voice, "Men and women are inherently different, whether it is the details of life, or magic practice. The talent shown in."

"To borrow the words of my good friend Margarita - magic requires patience, meticulousness, intelligence, prudence and perseverance, not to mention humility and calmness, and a tolerance for setbacks and failures. And ambition is the bane of your men. You are always looking for things you know you can't get, but you don't see what you can get."

"In other words, your men are full of courage and innovative spirit, but they are too ambitious, like a mess of sand that is difficult to manage... And women are more humble, study religiously, know how to obey, and are more suitable for the art of magic! In both games, Arethusa won by a large margin! This is the proof of the fact!"

"Wait, Lady Yennefer," Oakes shook his head, "how do I feel like you're putting gold on women's faces! I'll give a counter-example, so why don't many women survive the grass trials to become witchers?"

"Ignore this fool!" Serrit glared at his brother disdainfully and nodded to the sorceress, "You continue."

"In short, because of the blind and arrogant nature of men, there are often students who fail to graduate from the Ban Ade School of Magic... and these uneducated magic students are basically impossible to join the Warlock Brotherhood, and they have become the intelligence agencies of various northern countries. The sweet pastry."

"The intelligence agencies of various countries have been recruiting magic graduates and training them to be spies and killers. Think about it, not only mastering magic, but also having extraordinary skills and martial arts... They can accomplish many difficult tasks beyond the reach of ordinary people. Task!"

"So you mean that this Reins works for Kaldwin's intelligence agency?" Vesemir stroked his chin carefully groomed beard, which was tied into a bundle in a blue bag. That was Marina. The work of the Countess.

"Our group of demon hunters have been exposed under the eyes of a certain country?" Escal wiped his nose.

"Don't be so pessimistic." Yennefer said in a steady voice, "I will contact Ben Ader's acquaintances and ask about the origin of this Reins, and then follow the clues to find the source."

"Ben Arder's acquaintance, is he a male sorcerer?" Lambert's eyes turned between Geralt and the sorceress, whose face was inexplicably tense, and gloated, "Please show some face to the white wolf when the time comes. ."

"Don't be ridiculous at this time!" Geralt interrupted him, "If there is a country behind Reins, then we can't reverse the will of a country, we can't make them give up searching for Ciri and achieve their political goals. !"

"we can only--"

"Get Ciri away!" Kaiyan said solemnly, the scarlet pupils under the hood flashing coldly, "Little girl should go to a quiet, undisturbed place to avoid the limelight. Yes, and Geralt! "

At this moment, a thought arose in everyone's heart, and their eyes turned to the sorceress...

Yennefer shook his black hair, the tips of which turned up like a poisonous snake,

"You guys are so cruel, how long has it been since the ugly girl came here? You want her back to a lonely life? If the chicks want to fly high in the storm, they must first get enough love and care."

"You have misunderstood, Ye..." Geralt looked at him, his eyes twinkling, with a hint of shame for concealment on his dull cheeks, "Actually, Ciri wants to leave, has she told you that she Want to see someone at Skellige?"

"Who?"

"Dignified lady, you must keep it a secret..." Vesemir said unspeakable words on behalf of the students, "This news is a bit unusual."

"Well, esteemed master witcher, I swear, I will never reveal it to the outside world, or I will die alone and never have children of my own."

The eyes of the witchers met in mid-air, silent for a moment,

Geralt spoke up.

"Ciri's grandmother, Calanthe, is still alive and is visiting at the palace of King Skelligeblanc."

"What did you say?" The black-clothed sorceress held her breath and looked directly into the eyes of the white wolf, with a look of extreme shock on her pale pretty face.

"You heard that right, Calanthe is in Skellige!"

"Oh... God, the Queen of Sintra, alive?" Yennefer held his forehead and shook his head, "Let me slow... Unbelievable, I can't understand."

Numerous chaotic thoughts and images appeared in the sorceress's mind.

A truce between the Northern Kingdoms and Nilfgaard is imminent.

If news was exposed at this juncture, the queen who should have been destroyed with Sintra was still alive.

A peace agreement, can it be signed yet?

Since the queen is still alive, why not stand up and tell the world with the help of Skellige?

What concerns does she have?

…

"Ye, I know you have a lot of questions. After we bring Ciri to see Calanthe, you can ask her face to face. Don't be surprised, you have been bringing Ciri all this time. She is very convinced of you and opens her mouth. It's what Lady Yennefer said." Geralt's voice showed a hint of envy, looking at his former lover, and begging, "But I hope you will visit Skellige as her teacher, friend, and relative. Not a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, a magical advisor to the kingdom."

The sorceress took a deep breath, her delicate chest heaving and she cleared her throat,

"I understand... Masters, please believe me, I will never allow anyone to hurt the ugly girl with a single finger, and treat her relatives equally! I swear!"

The warm scene of getting along with Ciri appeared in the sorceress's mind again.

A firm smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Then next, I have a suggestion..." Leto slammed his right fist on the table hard to get everyone's attention, "Ms. Yennefer, take Geralt, and Ciri to Kelly Jay to meet Calanth, Stay out of the limelight, um, use the portal to avoid the variables in the middle. By the way, contact Ben Ader's acquaintance to find out the origin of that Reins!"

"As for us—" Lesso looked around at a dozen pairs of beast-like vertical pupils that flickered with dim light, "You can't run away like a bereaved dog just because someone wants to come to the door."

"This piece of land, Gawain's house, and these houses are everyone's hard work."

"Let's stay and watch the house well. Of course, we must make adequate preparations in advance! Deal with that Reins and his follower!"

"Everyone, although I think we have overreacted, that Reins is a no-brainer who has already been frightened to the core! But don't worry, leave it to me!" Lambert restrained his hippie smile, patted his chest, and said solemnly , "Aiden and I will watch the whole Nuocheng more carefully! Gawain's men have learned swordsmanship from us for more than a year, and they should come out for a walk. They are happy to help."

"And this time, I promise to keep an eye on Dandelion and never let him go out to make trouble again!"

"Leave the security around the school to us..." Oaks put his chin on the backs of his overlapping hands and looked at Serrit, "We and a few hunting apprentices will set up traps, as long as outsiders dare to step into the woods, they will definitely call They have no bones left!"

"Not enough! Golphin can help guard in the alder forest. It's very smart and understands what we mean." Kayane added, "Also, I'm going to ask Evelyn to help her with her plant friends and beast friends. Watch the house!"

"Tomorrow, everyone will go to the alchemy room to pick up an alchemy potion set..." Lesso looked around the crowd, "My research with Master Kalkestein is also a little bit better. Several improved potions, decoctions, and Roy from The life potion and magic potion brought back by the Skyrim Province are enough!"

A flash of memory flashed in Vesemir's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He liked this kind of scene where his companions were twisted into a rope and united as one, "Old man, please do your best, tomorrow I will discuss with Clough, suspend research and improvement. , make every effort to create school suits, and ensure that every buddy can wear the best equipment! Deal with the possible enemies in the best state!"

"Um!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

"I told Igsena that from today, we will live in the school to protect the children." Cohen, Escal, and Owl exchanged glances. "As the last line of defense, the five reserve brats can also deal with a few scoundrels!"

"Everyone, I have a suggestion as a way back." Yennefer's violet eyes swept across everyone's faces, and she was amazed. She would never have believed that a group of witchers from different schools and ideas could unite in one place. Together.

"Since Triss and Coral are temporarily away. Then before I leave with Ciri and Geralt, I will set up a fixed portal in the conference room of Gawain's house to lead to this laboratory. If there is any danger, let the children They escaped first through the portal. Of course, you are responsible for the funds of the portal."

"Then it's settled!"

"Everyone, be mentally prepared, there will be some hard days to come!" Serrit stretched out his hand, placed it in the center of the round table, looked around the crowd, and said decisively, "If Reins and the forces behind him dare to extend their hand Come here, then let's give him a good look, let him become disabled, and lie in a coffin!"

"Would you like to contact Roy?" Cohen asked.

"The kid has another mission, and his troubles are much more serious than ours!" Leto pondered, "By the way, I don't know how he's progressing, has he found his goal?"