The Divine Hunter

"Ade, stop!"

Aveline covered her forehead, her beautiful cheeks wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

The little boy in front of him was dodging the chasing of the clown Floz, scurrying about in the convoy like a roaring rooster. He seemed to feel that he still had a pair of wings, his arms were raised awkwardly backwards, his back was arched and his butt was pouted. , straightened his neck, and kept "flying" imitating the appearance of the tea falcon in the past, but he couldn't fly.

While shaking his arms, his mouth was still making a crisp, childish voice of "Dak, Dak", but his tongue seemed to be agitated, and it turned up and down. Aveline had to worry about this. Children can bite their tongues.

"Oh, what a naughty child."

The rest of the team were holding their hands, watching this farce with both sadness and amusing - Ade's liveliness slightly dispelled the shadow of the captain's suicide.

"Just be lively," Roy said happily. "It's better than being sad and depressed. Anyway, don't tell them about Aaron's death. Wait until they're older."

"But Ali's little guy is more tricky." The boy thought of the ridiculous scene he saw in the carriage - the little girl mistakenly thought she was an owl and wanted to rest on a wooden stick like before.

However, her body structure was completely different from that of birds. She couldn't stand at all and fell down with a big bag. First, she cried non-stop, and then she seemed to think of her disappearing father, sitting on the ground. Silent like a porcelain doll.

The most troublesome thing is that these two children can understand very limited vocabulary, can't speak human words, and their minds are worse than children of the same age. Just sensitive to kindness and ridicule.

"Hopefully they can get back to normal soon!"

...

On a gloomy day, the sea scorpions had left the village of Shire for a week. After entering the territory of the Prince of Elland, they continued all the way west and came to the capital city of Elland.

The huge city sits south of the Pontar Valley on the west side of the Mahakan Ridge.

By the way, the Pontar Valley is located at the intersection of the four largest kingdoms in the north: Temeria, Redania, Aedirn, and Kaedwen, and is one of the most important military areas in the north.

There is a saying among the people that whoever controls the Pontar Valley can control the entire North!

Its importance is evident.

As the diving platform of Pontar Valley, the status of Elland City has also risen with the tide. It is not only a military center, but also a commercial center. Although it is not as large as Novigrad, the largest city in the north, it has a population of 30,000, but its permanent population exceeds 10,000.

The huge population base has brought huge business opportunities. Merchants from all over Elland have gathered here to set up merchants associations. The carriages carrying specialties from all over the world gather here, and trade is prosperous, along with other various architect associations. , Blacksmiths Association, also opened with great success.

It is not far from Vizima, the capital of Temeria, with convenient transportation.

It was a busy morning, and there was a long queue in front of the city gate, and guards in full armor were tirelessly checking the crowds one by one.

Seeing this, Roy said hello to Evelyn, the temporary head of the team, agreed to meet at the hotel in the city, and pulled the witcher away.

"You haven't been to Ellander City for a long time," Roy explained to the doubtful big man. "As far as I know, Ellander doesn't welcome witchers very much now."

Now approaching the beginning of 1261, Roy remembered seven years ago around 1254, the white wolf who broke into the notoriety of the butcher of Blaviken and made a disgraced face in the city of Elland. First, he was insulted by the Knights of the White Rose as something worthless, and then he reluctantly participated in a duel that was completely impossible to fight back.

Although the final duel won the White Wolf and saved his life, but it further angered the Knights of the White Rose, and even Prince Siward, who highly valued the Knights, and the Templar Council complained against him.

Roy felt that if Letho's witcher's identity was revealed, he might be implicated by White Wolf's previous actions.

Leto shrugged, not paying attention, "I haven't been to Elland City for more than 20 years. But I haven't heard of any country in the north that prohibits witchers from passing through."

"Don't there exist monsters in such a big city? As long as there is a request, they will not refuse us." Although his tone was flat, the big man's attitude was very firm. "We still have to go into the city to replenish some alchemy supplies."

"Okay, let's try it first to see if we can get in. If it doesn't work, we'll find another way."

Roy's eyes crossed the crowd - the Temple of Meritelli is located outside the city, built on the hill. After a rest in the city, I will rush over.

...

The two didn't do much cover up.

Roy wrapped a white towel around his black hair, covering his pointy ears, while Leto wore his humble, plain linen clothes instead of the witcher's usual conspicuous outfits, even the iconic ones. There are no school emblems, double swords, and potion belts. Like a tall, stout farmer, mixed into the crowd and lined up.

However, it backfired. When Roy passed under the guard's eyes smoothly, a cold voice behind him made him froze.

"Head up!"

When he turned around, he found the guard staring straight at Leto, quietly clenching the weapon in his hand.

The soldiers at the entrance all surrounded them with bright eyes, and the surrounding atmosphere became extremely dull, the needles could be heard falling, and the people who were crushed could hardly breathe. Pedestrians could not help but stop.

"Yes, it's you, look up for me, big man!"

The big man heard the words, the corner of his mouth cracked a sharp arc and quickly covered it, and the clenched fists were released.

With an indelible sigh, he obeyed the orders of the soldiers.

Roy, who was watching from the side, felt sour in his heart. No matter how skilled a demon hunter was, he sometimes had to bow his head in the face of worldly power.

"Yo, it's a witcher!"

The soldier holding the spear lifted his visor, and a frivolous expression appeared on his dry face.

"I've never seen such an embarrassed witcher... Do you think your eyes will return to normal like a chameleon when you put on the clothes of the people?! Haha, a freak is a freak!" He communicated with a group of soldiers. His eyes suddenly burst into laughter.

This team of soldiers had to raise their heads to look directly at the burly witcher, but they pointed and laughed like they were facing a humble beggar on his knees.

Letho endured everything without changing his face, until the soldiers had had enough of laughing.

"Okay, back to the point, are you trying to sneak into the city, Your Excellency?"

"What do you mean by sneaking in?" The bald-headed man frowned. "I'm not being tested openly? Why... Does Ellander not welcome witchers?"

"That's not true... However, there is an adult who is very interested in you. I'm afraid you have to meet him first!"

"Is this the law of Errand? You must meet that person before entering the city?"

"No, this is an order."

"Bross, take this Witcher Lord to wait! Tanger, you go and call the Thales Knight over, just say... just say that the guy he's 'thinking about' is here."

"Wait!" Roy suddenly turned back, leaned over to the witcher, and took a deep breath under the surprised eyes of the soldier.

"I'm with him."

"What! I just said there was a problem," the soldier suddenly glanced at Leto and exaggeratedly sarcastically said, "Sure enough, this witcher is doing his old job again, abducting teenagers!"

"No, I am his apprentice, and in the future... will also become a witcher."