The Divine Hunter Chapter 14: Embark on a journey

Roy agreed to Leisuo's invitation.

In fact, becoming a demon hunter is a good choice. After all, I have not awakened the magic talent of a warlock.

It was just a little surprising that the school was not the wolf school he longed for and was familiar with. Rather, it was a school of vipers that was on the verge of extinction and was famous for its poisons, daggers, and assassinations in the future.

But opportunities wait for no one. Staying in this remote village, the speed of improving strength is undoubtedly unsatisfactory. Soon, we will face the invasion of the Nilfgaardian army, and perhaps unknown monster attacks. Such a fate Full of uncertainty.

Following the veteran demon hunter Leisuo, at least in the past two or three years, you can make rapid progress in strength, and you can also learn a lot of professional knowledge of demon hunters. If you can pass the Green Grass Trial, your strength will be even greater. Earth-shaking changes.

What are the side effects of infertility?

Whether before or now, he has never considered this issue.

It didn't take much of Roy's time to convince the old Moore couple. The couple were less than forty years old and had longed for big cities. They didn't have the reluctance of the elderly to leave their hometown, but they were just a little nervous.

The demon hunter's promise is a rare opportunity. The trouble is that the old couple strongly oppose Roy leaving their side.

He is not yet fourteen years old this year. Even if human children in backward societies mature prematurely, most boys of this age still stay with their parents and rely on their protection to survive.

Who wants to let their children follow a witcher through life and death?

Roy could only tell a lie,

"Dad, Susie. I follow Master Leisuo. I am not fighting monsters with weapons as you imagine. I am just an assistant for Master Leisuo. It is similar to being an apprentice with Uncle Fletcher before. It is just a job. It’s a bit different. Because witchers have no idea about money, they don’t know how to manage the commissions they get from completing commissions. They often spend it in a few days and it takes us a year to earn money.”

Roy is not talking nonsense about this. Most demon hunters have extremely chaotic management of their income. The life of licking blood has made them develop the habit of instant gratification. They often get commissions and spend them on wine. , women, and even on Quint’s chessboard.

The daily maintenance of armor, weapons and equipment, and the loss of alchemy materials are also a huge expense. Therefore, some demon hunters live very hard, and Geralt, the wolf sect demon hunter, is one of them, and occasionally needs help from his confidante.

"I'm just here to manage the accounts for Lord Reso, similar to an employee of Vivaldi Bank. And we won't be separated forever. After a while, I promise to go to Novigrad to see you."

"Little Roy, don't lie to daddy. You have never learned any culture since you were a child. You can't even recognize the characters, let alone arithmetic."

Both Old Moore and his wife looked disbelieving until Roy, a high school student before time travel, showed them some basic mathematical operations.

Everyone, including the demon hunters, looked confused... The old Moores had no room for rebuttal, so they cried and believed Roy's lies.

It took a day for the couple to pack up all the valuable things at home. The land they cultivated did not belong to them and they could not take it away. In fact, I just brought a few sets of old clothes and took care of all the trivial matters.

Let’s go.

The team leaving Kaye Village set off.

Most of the villagers in Kaye came out to watch, and most of them pointed and their tone was full of disdain and contempt.

Traditional ideas are deeply rooted in the bones of this group of Aedirn farmers. In their view, apart from being able to help people deal with some problems caused by monsters, demon hunters themselves are lowly freaks and symbols of ominousness.

People are full of prejudice against witchers, so they cannot understand the behavior of the old Moore couple and their family following the witchers.

After deciding to move, many villagers came to persuade them. The old Moores were once shaken, but Roy was quite disappointed with the villagers through the incident of the butcher and his son, and patiently persuaded his parents. When it comes to making decisions, he is much more decisive than the old couple.

Before leaving, the only one-eyed Jack who could be called a friend came to see him off and patted Roy on the head.

"Time flies so fast. I think you were a shy and shy little guy back then, and now you have turned into a shameless, brave little bastard. I knew you would leave this stupid guy sooner or later. A poor place. Look at these dark and bright eyes, as if you can see what I looked like when I was young, full of ambitions and secrets."

Is there any? Roy doesn't think he has any ambitions, he just has some small wishes.

"You follow the witcher and leave Caye, and you will never come back again in this life. I have old arms and legs, otherwise I would accompany you to the big city. By the way, since you I personally avenged my old friend. I also have something as a parting gift."

One-eyed Jack reluctantly handed a set of thirty-five Gwent cards to Roy.

"This Skellige deck that I have treasured for a long time does not have hero cards, but the rare cards are there. Take it, with uncle's hope, and let the world see your Gwent cards. Stunt. Big cities often hold Gwent competitions, use this deck of cards to conquer them, boy!"

Roy solemnly put the card away close to his body and hid it in the storage space. The market price of this set of Gwent cards is probably more than two hundred crowns. Old Jack's gift is not unimportant.

"If you have a chance, when you get to Novigrad, go to Room 320 on the riverside of the city for my uncle, find an old man named Frank, and take him...bring me my regards."

After speaking~IndoMTL.com~ Old Jack finally hugged Roy heavily and waved goodbye.

……

Looking at the white smoke above Kaye becoming increasingly blurry in his field of vision, Roy felt a strange emotion rising in his heart.

This body, half a soul, still has nostalgia for this birthplace where I have lived for more than ten years, but soon this nostalgia was replaced by the yearning for new adventures.

The old Moores held Roy in their arms and cried bitterly for a long time before separating from him.

Serrit and Oakes took them in a carriage and drove along the north of Lower Posada, directly to Vangerburg, the capital of Aedirn. Then they changed the carriage and headed west across the Temerian land, entered Redania, and headed Novigrad.

This road can only rely on slow horse-drawn carriages, which takes a long time, about a month.

As for Leisuo and Roy, they were lightly dressed and rode together. After all, Roy couldn't ride a horse. Speeding westward through Edsberg, across the Mahakam Mountains, and toward the coastal area, Cintra across the sea from Skellige.

Yes, they hid the truth from the old Moores and decided not to go to Novigrad for the time being.

According to Leisuo, along the way he needed to collect special medicines necessary for the grass trial, collect mutant proteins from monsters, and inspect and teach the new apprentice along the way.

Letho himself is also traveling to Sintra to complete a secret investigation. After the old couple is settled, the Seret brothers will rush to Cintra to reunite with them.

This journey is exactly what Roy wants.

"In 1260, Cirilla Fiona Aeron Rhianlon, known as the Young Lion of Cintra, was eight or nine years old? She was engaged to Prince Christine of the Kingdom of Verden."

I don’t know if this little girl has run away from home now.

He also wanted to see if the little girl was as ugly as the oil painting depicted.