The Divine Hunter

"What about I, Irene? What a shameless, inhuman bastard to disturb her sleep!?" The heart-piercing mourning echoed in the night, and the old Davao leaned against the side of the empty coffin in front of the tombstone. The whereabouts of the original "residents" are unknown.

Aiden and the three companions looked at each other, and felt that the disappearance of Irene's body had something to do with Gaitan, whose whereabouts were unknown, so he suppressed the urgency in his heart and asked,

"You have been the mayor of Kent Village for many years. You know the villagers under your command. You should know who is most likely to take her away."

"What do you mean, Master?"

Old Davao wiped away his tears and cried.

"The world is complicated, and there will never be a shortage of people with a dark heart, such as people who have a crush on your daughter but can't ask for it while she is alive, or some evanescent fetishes... They all have motives for committing crimes and secretly dig up Erin's body , to satisfy their own perverted desires.”

"No! It's impossible!"

Old Davao shook his body like an electric shock and shook his head to explain,

"Irene is the most beautiful girl in my eyes, as beautiful as her mother, but in fact she suffers from cancer, her morbid body is skinny, and her character is introverted and shy, the villagers are reluctant to get close to her ...As for the perverts you call them, I'm sure that such beasts do not exist in Kent Village!"

The old man stared at the tombstone, every word was sad, took a deep breath and said a guess that broke his heart,

"Could it be that the beast that killed a thousand knives dug up her body?"

"You have to understand that it is impossible for an animal dominated by instinct to take out the body and then bury the coffin again, and handle the scene flawlessly. This is obviously done by humans to cover up the truth."

Kaiyan immediately denied it, his scarlet pupils rolled,

"Therefore, there is only one suspect with the most doubts - the hairdresser who is caring for the world in your mouth, Mr. Goldie Foy! He takes the patient's body and conducts medical research and experiments!"

The cat demon hunter recalled his miserable experience under the temple island, and said cold words with the greatest malice,

"Maybe that's what he's getting paid for - for the painstaking treatment over the past few years."

"Do not!"

Old Davao was like an old goat whose foot was pierced by a hedgehog. He suddenly stood up against the coffin and stared at Kaiyan. A large amount of cold sweat appeared on the old face covered with ravines.

"He will never molest the dead!"

"When Irene was alive, he liked her so much, loved her so much, and treated her as if he were his own! There is absolutely no way he could do such a maddening thing!"

"This is just a guess, don't get excited..." Roy's left hand five fingers outlined an Axe, a cyan inverted triangle flashed in the old man's pupils, his excited mood suddenly calmed down, and his tense body relaxed.

Roy continued, "Actually, apart from Godie Foy, there is another possibility - are you sure Irene is dead?"

"You think she's pretending to be joking with my father? No! I remember clearly, that day she had no breathing or heartbeat at all, her skin was white and translucent, and her body was as cold as a popsicle."

Old Davao was grief-stricken,

"The villagers have all witnessed her last side and confirmed her death. So many pairs of eyes will not produce hallucinations."

Roy pondered for a moment, and his intuition told him that something was wrong - sometimes what looked like death wasn't really death.

"Then let's go, go to the wooden house and take a look. I believe that after finding the barber, all the answers will be revealed!"

...

The full moon casts bright moonlight from the sky.

In the westernmost part of the Tomb Mound Plain, far away from the human gathering place, under the huge banyan tree stands a small shabby house made of logs. Old Davao called Godi Foy's name several times loudly. closed the wooden door, through the yellow curtain hanging from the door frame.

The witchers followed him into the house, watching him skillfully light the oil lamps on the wall.

The dim light illuminated a cramped, cramped room that was almost unbearable.

Warm, moist and complex smells permeate the nose, and these strange smells come mainly from the bundles of herbs and plant roots hanging on the four walls.

Mistletoe, cinnamon, plantain, sage… you name it.

Compared with the complete variety of herbal plants, the furnishings in the house are very simple. There is a gray bed, an outdated table, most of the places are concocted herbs and a group of glassware and ceramics used for alchemy. Jars take up.

The most striking thing here is the immersion furnace in the center, which is connected by an hourglass-shaped stove, a cobweb-shaped glass tube, and an oak barrel. Teenage head.

It seems that the barber's enthusiasm for alchemy is no less than that of Kalkstein.

Too bad he's not here at the moment.

"Sorry, masters, I'm afraid this time will be a waste of time."

Old Davao said in disappointment and bitterness, but his heart was relieved. The doctor should not come to Grave Mound Plain this summer, which means that someone else took Irene's body away.

The person you trust the most is not toying with you.

The witcher didn't think so. Kaian walked to the oak barrel, took the measuring cup on the table and scooped it into the bottom of the barrel. He lifted out a glass of transparent solution and sniffed it in front of his nose.

"Dried mandrakes, roux, belladonna, the fifth element...to make a fine mandrake."

He shook the measuring cup, admiring the rippling swirls in the cup, with admiration on his face,

"The alchemy technology is quite advanced, and the brewing time does not exceed a week."

Aiden walked over to the extinguished stove on the other side, reached out, and took out a piece of black coal the size of a fingernail.

"The stove has been used within today."

"So you are wrong, Godie Foy came to the room not long ago, but just left, he is suspected of committing a crime."

...

The four witchers searched the entire room three feet deep in front of the old Davao, whose mood was undulating like a roller coaster.

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An iron hairpin in the shape of a jasmine flower, and a badge with blood—a silver-white cat head is barking and roaring.

and four used glasses.

Old Davao took the hairpin tremblingly, holding it in the palm of his hand preciously, his face turned ashen, "Why are Irene's things here?"

"This shows that my inference is correct." Roy's eyes flashed a gleam of light, "The barber dug up your daughter's body from the grave and brought it to this house, and accidentally dropped the hairpin, but now he has She moved elsewhere."

"And it's not just Irene." He paused, rubbing the cat-head badge in his palm, "The blood drop on it smells of a variety of potions, and it's fresh, no more than a day. There is no doubt that our old Guy Gaitan was taken away by him too, just this morning!"

For a moment, the demon hunters looked excited, and their efforts were finally in vain, after all, they caught Gaitan's heels!

And Roy's cheeks flushed with excitement.

He is now basically certain that the kind, funny, and highly skilled in medicine described by the village Davou, who does not seek fame or fortune, and who dresses like a tax collector, is the one who has been incognito in the countryside in his memory—

Emile Regis!

In the future, Geralt will be the mainstay of the female team!

A high-level vampire over four hundred and twenty years old!

High-level vampires can turn into bats, roll up Gaitan and fly away, so they couldn't find any traces at the exit of the birch forest.

In addition, Gaoshou is extremely good at concealing his own aura and magical fluctuations, and Roy suffered a big loss when he was in Elland a few years ago!

Only high-level vampires can create the illusion of Gaitan disappearing out of thin air!

Roy's heart was up and down, and his inspiration was surging like crazy.

But why would Regis take a badly wounded and dying cat faction witcher?

If it was out of kindness to save Gaitan's life, why not put him in this workshop full of herbs?

"No, not one!" Aiden and Eskar next to him raised four glasses together. Under the oil lamp, the body of the glasses reflected a mysterious and dangerous luster, and four silks of different colors appeared in the witcher's senses. bring,

"These four cups were used not long ago to sip Mandela distilled spirits, and they have different scents!"

"Master, just say it directly." Old Davao was already numb from the shock.

"You don't understand? The barber has three companions!"

Old Davao doesn't know why.

Roy's heart skipped a beat. Regis's companion is also a high-level vampire?

The four high suctions gathered together, the power is enough to destroy a city!

What exactly do they want?

Could it be that Irene, Davao's daughter, and Gaitan, the cat demon hunter, have something in common that deserves special attention from this group of powerful aliens! ?

Roy strongly felt that he was involved in a great event, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a definite answer. After all, he had little communication with this group of high suckers.

"Masters, stay with me, and when Gode Foy comes back, I will ask him in person why he is doing such a beastly behavior!"

"Of course, I won't let you all contribute in vain!"

The old man folded his hands in front of his chest, gritted his teeth, and said sincerely, "I leave my life savings, three hundred Aureen, to you all as a reward for the commission!"

Poor old Davao has absolutely no idea what kind of terrifying existence his opponent is.

"Let's not mention the remuneration in advance. We also have an account to settle with the doctor. But if we stay here, we will never wait for him."

Roy calmed down.

How keen is Gao Shou's perception, and there is a high probability that he has found that there are four fully-armed witchers at home, how can they come back and throw themselves in the net again?

"Is there any other place for Gaudifoy around here?"

Davao's old cheeks were blue and white for a while, and after a long time he shook his head and sighed,

"He never told me about his past, or information beyond the Plain of Grave Mounds."

This was not what Roy expected, he pondered, his silver-gray pupils suddenly looked deeply at the old man,

"I have a way to find Irene's whereabouts. But you have to suffer a little and go to the 'far door', would you like to?"

The old man was startled by the witcher's astonishingly bright gaze, and then he squeezed the cane with both hands, raised his chin, and the skin on his slack cheeks glowed strangely red.

"As long as I can find my daughter and let her go to the ground - I am willing to risk my life! But I want to ask first, where are you taking me?"

"It's not that serious, it will kill you..." Roy and his companions exchanged glances, the three nodded, and they all guessed Roy's way tacitly, watching him take out a telescopic crystal, rubbing gently, magic power The aura burst out and began to construct an aqua blue light curtain,

"I will contact a sorceress immediately, and open the portal to send you to Novigrad to find the dream-seeker Ms. Kelin Tilly. Then you must cooperate with her 100% and find the answer in the dream."

Gaitan only left such a cat pie badge, which is far from enough for dream divination.

But Irene, who was also taken away by Regis, has such an old father who is connected by blood, and the beloved Jasmine Hairpin who is buried with her.

That's enough to pinpoint their location!