The Divine Hunter

"Uh..." Amos wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but still felt that the heat was making him breathless. He loosened the neckline of the loose white robe, and simply took off the turban.

It was clearly a cool winter, but his dry, curly yellow hair was soaked with sweat and turned into clumps and sticky clumps.

"What's the matter, how did I suddenly lose so much?"

In Amos' memory, after fighting for a long time, he and Roy have always won and lost each other.

But wait for him to calm down and think carefully. However, he found that he had lost his old money before he knew it. On the right side of the Quint chessboard, the place where the rare decks were originally placed is now empty, and on the right side of the opponent, the colorful cards are like precious treasures. Drill, attract everyone's attention.

Amos couldn't help but feel a lot of pain - he not only lost the hundred crowns that Roy handed in as his travel expenses, but also lost a "Vesemir's golden card, and a "Necromancy" silver card.

These two cards were earned by him with great effort, and they were basically not received in the market.

"Insidious guy!" He suddenly realized, this harmless boy. They are constantly throwing bait to tempt him like fishing, and they are constantly taking up the line and pulling the rod. He came back to his senses and was dragged out of the water by the fishing line, unable to break free!

"But how old is he? Could it be that he began to hone his skills in the womb?"

Amos glanced at the bright-faced young man opposite, recalling that he had to suspect that this guy could read minds, or was cheating in some hidden way - always at the most critical moment of the game, he suddenly played. The card that restrained him the most, defeated him in one fell swoop. And his card skills are not said to be the top, at least a master.

"Brother Roy, I'll discuss something with you." Amos no longer had the arrogance of being superior to others at first, and said shyly and ingratiatingly,

"Can you give me back those two cards, you can understand my mood... How can the Quint performer not have a gold medal to stand up for? They are really my favorite!" Amos pitifully squeezed a tear out, "Without them, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't live!"

"Oh..." Roy gave him a sideways glance, "How much are you going to pay for your 'life'?"

"This..." Amos's expression froze, "To be honest, the money I usually earn is deposited in Vivaldi Bank. Why don't you return the card to me first, and wait until Ellander has withdrawn the money, Guaranteed to give you a satisfactory price."

"Let's talk about it when it comes to Ellander."

"Is it really impossible to negotiate?"

"I'm willing to admit defeat, the dignified Quint performer, is he a rogue who can't afford to lose!?"

Amos suddenly became angry, his nostrils were panting heavily, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and then he glanced at the witcher who was meditating with closed eyes like a monk, and took a deep breath unwillingly.

"Forget it, stop playing!"

He turned around and was about to leave, and a word came from behind him, "Try again, maybe you can make a comeback next time. I still have a gold medal of Yarpan Zigrin waiting for you..."

"Humph!" Amos rushed away angrily, while Roy smiled with relief. Krone and Golden Gwent cards, after playing for a long time, the harvest is really beyond imagination.

"I remember hearing from the bartender of the Walls Tavern in Edsberg that the Northland Quint Contest is about to start!"

When I go to Elland, I will have the opportunity to meet the heroes of the Quint world for a while.

...

Maybe the witcher's guess was right, the convoy quickly left the monster's territory, the attack that had been feared did not happen, and everything was in order.

They spent two nights without incident.

Leto was served by Roy like an uncle who was full of food and drink.

Most of the injuries to his legs and feet have healed, and he has regained some of his fighting power.

I don't know what the reason for the red-eyed Amos was, and he pushed the other members of the sea scorpion to challenge Roy. Of course, Roy refused to come, and made a small profit.

During the day, more than a dozen people in the team looked at him strangely, mixed with fear, pain, and resentment.

It was only during the fight against Evelyn that the teenager let her win some money, and deliberately let things spread.

Amos, who usually haunts the elf lady like a dog-skin plaster, consciously stayed away from the woman after hearing the news. When the proud card skills are no longer tenable, what face is there in front of Evelyn?

"At last, I have a little self-knowledge." However, occasionally he looked at Roy, but there was a hint of hidden thought in his eyes, as if he was thinking something.

After all, it's on someone else's territory, so it's not easy for a young man to bully others too much, so he temporarily endures the idea of ​​a head-on attack.

There is one more thing that makes him mind - the team has been monitoring the two people in various ways.

With his perception, he clearly noticed that there are several pairs of eyes staring at his tent or carriage all the time. Even if Ai Feline is kind and gentle to him, the main members of the sea scorpion maintain a superficial respect.

But the rest of the ordinary people couldn't hide the awe and alienation in their eyes.

He had never felt such a strong abnormal emotion in Kaye Village or Carbon Mountain. It was the first time he clearly faced this distrust, and he was a little dazed, even more uncomfortable than facing a ferocious and bloodthirsty monster.

After all, he was just an ordinary human teenager in the beginning, even if he often saw the witcher's situation from other places, it felt like that at the time. Only by experiencing it personally can we understand the strange feeling of being out of tune with the mainstream society.

According to Leto, “The first generation of young people who have undergone a mutation in childhood and have just embarked on the road of witchers, the biggest problem they face first is not the ferocious and cunning monsters, but the changing attitudes of human beings. It often takes years for them to , and even ten years, to completely adapt to all the strange eyes."

"Humans are gregarious animals, and witchers must learn to be more solitary."

Not only have to face ugly monsters, but also face ugly people!

"Don't worry about it! It's better to meditate."

Roy began to learn to be like a witcher, spending more time in meditation, sitting in the carriage for half a day.

In the past two days, there is another interesting thing.

When Roy woke up at night, he accidentally found that Aaron left the tent with an owl "Ali" who was screaming "Cuckoo" on his shoulders, and got into the dark grass outside the camp, without any weapons on him.

So every night.

"It's true that owls are nocturnal, and it's normal for them to hunt at night."

"But like Aaron's attributes and fighting power are not much higher than ordinary people, but entering the dangerous jungle alone at night, is it too courageous?"

The Witcher's Viper Emblem also did not detect that someone in the Sea Scorpions had magical fluctuations, ruling out the possibility that he had some kind of powerful magical item.

This kind of thing changed until the morning of the fifth day.