The Divine Hunter

On the other side, the witcher took Kelvin to Spencer to investigate.

The cold wind in the north was biting, and the village chief of Spencer was shivering while standing at the entrance of the village.

When the white-haired dwarf came into sight, he immediately hunched down with his waist close to a forty-five degree angle, his face wrinkled with a smile, like a domestic dog welcoming its owner.

"Lord Kelvin, welcome to Spencer, our whole village is truly honored."

As he spoke, he led him forward and led the two of them into the village. When the leader Kelvin passed by, he grabbed the other's hand covered with black hair and flesh with great enthusiasm, and the latter touched him at will, and quickly retracted his hand to his back.

Then the witcher saw the dwarf wipe his clothes with great disgust.

Casili sneered, his tone still full of flattery and a trace of tension,

"My lord, are you here to convey good news this time? Has the murderer in the mountains been caught?"

"Are you questioning our abilities?"

Kelvin raised his chin and gave him a vicious look. He was only as tall as the village chief's chest, but his expression and attitude were like that of a giant aloof, full of disdain.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is Master Lesuo, the witcher invited by Carbon Mountain. He has something to ask you, so give me an honest answer!"

"When...of course...we are absolutely meticulous in accomplishing your task!"

Cassili turned his face and saw the witcher walking out of the dwarf team, his eyes suddenly became strange, he recognized this freak who ruthlessly rejected his commission.

Back then, the man was so ruthless and dismissive of his pleas. Now, the corners of Cassilli's mouth dipped, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

As if to say, didn't he rejected us at the beginning, and now he is still obedient to accept this commission?

The witcher, but also a dog of the dwarves...

His back straightened slightly, as if he felt more noble than a witcher.

The dwarves despised the villagers, the villagers despised the witchers, and the dwarves in turn respected the witchers, a strange cycle.

Leto didn't care, and said lightly,

"Are all the villagers at home now?"

Cassili glanced at the dwarf as if asking for instructions, and the dwarf nodded at him.

"Yes... Except for the few brothers in the mine, everyone stayed at home because they were afraid of ghosts, no, they were afraid of that dirty thing, so they didn't dare to run around."

"Now you go to accompany Kelvin, I'm going around...I'll find you if I have something." The witcher swept around the wooden and stone houses in the village, and began to go around the house, observing the women, children and the elderly through the windows. .

...

Roy and the witcher did their part, and the day passed quietly.

Late at night, in the bedroom.

The two began to count the harvest again.

"Did you find anything in Spencer?"

"It's all checked, and the imprint parasite is not in the village." The witcher's face showed no surprise.

"Did you miss the villagers working in the mine?"

"If Cassili didn't lie, then I met all the villagers today, and no one had contact with the deer head."

"Besides, Kelvin and I destroyed the second totem today," said this, the witcher rubbed his chin with a surprised expression, "this time the deer head spirit didn't even send beasts to interfere and let my destructive behavior be allowed. This is inappropriate. Common sense, as expected, it should have stepped up its counterattack."

"Anyway, this is good news. If the Deer Shoujing is weakened by one point, our odds of winning will be increased by one point." The young man smiled when he remembered what happened during the day, "I also found out today..."

"Oh? Come on, have you found the clue of the parasite?" The witcher's expression changed.

"No, that sly guy hid deeply and didn't show any clues." Roy paused,

"I found something strange about the case. I heard from a dwarf friend that two of the four dead people in Carbon Mountain were from the fifth mining area. And the guard captain of the fifth mining area was assisting. Kelvin Hogg of your investigation."

"Do you suspect that he has a ghost?" The witcher closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "The parasitic mark is not on him, let alone the two totems that destroyed the deer head spirit, if the believers absolutely cannot desecrate the totems. But since you mentioned that, I'll check."

Roy continued, "I have some eyes on the second force you mentioned yesterday, hiding in the carbon mountain and helping the deer head."

"Little devil, you're moving very fast." Surprise flashed in the witcher's amber eyes, "Who did you get the news from?"

"Do you remember the four drunkards we met on the first day we boarded Mahakam? After two days of contact, I found that they are not serious guys and can be trusted," Roy remembered the dwarf's drunkenness Embarrassed, the corners of his mouth curved, "Wine is their weakness, and the first elder has promised that I will be full of wine and water. Of course, I will take advantage of this."

"I don't know the Axi seal, I can only make this crooked trick."

"After they got drunk, they accidentally mentioned the Squirrel Party..." His voice sank. "Lesso, do you know this organization?"

The witcher's sparse eyebrows twitched. "I've been in the South most of the time, and I've never heard of this group. New?"

"It didn't take long to establish." Roy thought for a while and explained, "In short, the Squirrel Party is an organization that hates humans extremely. Most of its members are elves and elves mixed blood. They try their best to win over other ancient races, Such as dwarves, halflings, and goblins, as long as they hate humans, they can be used for them. Currently, they are mainly found in the Valley of Flowers and other gathering places of ancient races."

"According to what you said, there are countless dwarves living in Carbon Mountain, and they are all potential targets," the witcher pondered. "The Squirrel Party will most likely target them..."

"That's right. And the elder Broval Hogg of Carbon Mountain has maintained his neutrality and coexisted peacefully with human beings during his long reign." Roy said, "He will never allow an extremist organization like the Squirrel Party in Mahakan. Taking root and sprout, the relationship between the two is like fire and water.”

The teenager remembered Edsberg, the corpse in the wine barrel—Vernon Ryan. When examining the corpse, he found a rat tail tattoo on the opponent’s heel. The revolutionary army leader was undoubtedly a squirrel.

Since there is a squirrel party hidden in Edsberg City under Mahakan Mountain, there are nine out of ten near Carbon Mountain.

"The Lushoujing is trying to control the Tanshan Mountain, and it is also against the Great Elder." Roy's eyes flashed, "The enemy of the enemy is a friend... It makes sense, the Squirrel Party is secretly assisting the Lushoujing, this head The ancient monsters have the confidence to plot the carbon mountain... Maybe it was the Squirrel Party that brought the deer head spirit to Mahakam."

The deer head spirit is also called the forest spirit. In a sense, it is the guardian of the forest, so it specializes in killing humans who destroy the forest and the environment.

Among the elves, there are also extraordinary beings who are close to nature, such as Dana Midbe, the queen of the field. The Squirrel Party can use their power to communicate and cooperate with the Deer Shoujing.

"This possibility is not ruled out." The witcher agreed with his idea, "but there is no conclusive evidence that the Squirrel Party haunts Mahakam and colluded with the deer head. You can't convince anyone."

"To plan for the worst in everything, you should tell the elder," Roy insisted. "If something goes wrong in the future, we have fulfilled our responsibility to remind us."

The witcher considered for a moment,

"Then according to what you said, you will meet the Great Elder tomorrow morning to report the matter. I will act according to the original plan, so as not to be seen by others."

...

next morning.

In the deepest part of the furnace hall, on the throne made of black iron, the great elder of Carbon Mountain, Broval Hogg, stroked his frost-colored beard, and looked at the young man in front of him with majestic eyes.

In the huge palace, the lights were brilliant, but the guards were dismissed completely, leaving only two people.

"Boy, where did you hear about the Squirrel Party?" Browal's voice was like rubbing against gravel, the loose flesh on his face was bulging, and his tone was full of displeasure. I have already issued a gag order to the entire Carbon Mountain, and I dare to reveal the secrets, I can't spare them!"

"No, Great Elder, it has nothing to do with them." The boy quickly clarified that he didn't want to implicate the four dwarves, "Actually, I heard about the Squirrel Party before I came to Carbon Mountain. If you don't believe me, you can ask your nephew Sevier, I mentioned the group to Edsberg back in the day."

Roy repeated what he said to the four dwarves.

"Okay, I'll believe you for a while... I'll send someone to check later," the Great Elder pondered, "but your previous remarks that the squirrels are lurking near the Carbon Mountain are not true. As early as a year ago, The group of extremists and the dwarves who favored them were all removed from Mahakam, and to this day, the patrols and the people of Carbon Mountain have found no sign of the Squirrel Party."

"Otherwise, I should have known." Broval waved his hand, and his white beard fluttered on the bright red satin on his chest. "Your inference is just an overly worrying speculation, don't mention it again."

"Since the murderer is a deer head, find it and kill it, and bring the spoils to see me. This is the only goal of you and the witcher."

"But you came to remind me out of good intentions, and I have to reward you..." The elder's voice became gentle, "What do you need now, feel free to bring it up..."

Roy pinched his fingers, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. What is the purpose of this Mahakam's Great Elder? Since you don't believe his inference, let him make a request?

He made an unceremonious request, "Respected Great Elder, I want the right to freely enter and exit the Carbon Mountain... and a few skilled guards, preferably an old man you can trust."

If there is a squirrel party hidden in the Carbon Mountain, then his investigation will definitely anger the other party. Leto is in the distant forest during the day, and he must find another bodyguard.

"As you wish." The Great Elder happily agreed, "I will give instructions later, except for a few forbidden areas in the fortress, you can go in and out of other places at will, including various mining areas, as for the person you want..."

The first elder held his chin and thought, "Just those four big fools. I will temporarily transfer them out of the garrison and listen to your command."

Roy took a breath, and it was dangerous to accompany him to investigate. He didn't want to harm someone with a good relationship this time.

"Can you change people, Great Elder?"

"Aren't they eager to accompany you to drink?" Browal shook his head and refused, "Just treat them as well!"