The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Exposed
Standing in front of the passionate bed, Francis slowly smoothed out the bow on his collar.
Under the pale skin of his face, his blood-red lips curved slightly, showing pale teeth and a satisfied smile.
The woman lying on the big bed behind him was also smiling. Although her eyes were closed, her smile was sweet and happy, as if she was indulging in an unparalleled dream.
"Good night, my baby!"
Francis blew a kiss to her, then strode open the door.
At this moment, the lights in the Peacock Flower Tavern are brightly lit.
In the lobby on the first floor, the Irish people who have been busy all day are showing off their passion.
The bartender in front of the wine cabinet shook the wine cup with dazzling hand speed; the laborers wiped the wine stains and sweat on their chins, and took big gulps of cheap and pungent ale;
The gambling men sat around the card table, staring unblinkingly at the Gwent cards and the golden crown next to them;
The butterfly-like maid walked back and forth in the hall carrying drinks. Occasionally, she would be touched by a hairy hand coming out of nowhere, and she would curse and smile.
"Boom——" The slender fingers of the real poet holding the lute on the stage suddenly became faster, and the strings plucked rapidly, like a trickle flowing into a river. The dullness in the hall was washed away, and the musicians started to shake. The organ dances left and right in response to the cheerful rhythm.
The smell of alcohol, sweat, laughter, and dance music intertwined into a confusing night.
Francis stood on the second floor and admired all this from a high position. He quietly opened his arms and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of enjoyment.
The night is dark
Dancer’s gauze skirt
Why not take a nap
Taste this sweet spring
After reciting the poem, he shook his head and looked quite narcissistic. "Tonight is a good day. Once inspiration comes, there is nothing to stop it!"
He went down the stairs and walked through the crowded crowd towards the door of the tavern, while still twirling his fingers to compose an unfinished poem.
However, halfway through the wine table, an arm suddenly stretched out from the wine table and blocked his way. A young man with dark golden pupils raised his glass to him,
"Your Excellency, Coroner, would you like to have a drink with us?"
"Oh my... when did you come? I didn't notice it at all. It seems that I have been too obsessed with beauty recently, which has made my perception so dull."
Francis sat down rather annoyed.
"Tell me, Demon Hunter, why did you suddenly come to see me?"
Roy pushed the full wine glass to him.
"I'm just a little curious. You have a great appetite. You have to face a bunch of messy corpses during the day, and you still have fun at night. If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have such thoughts at all."
Francis took a sip of the strong drink and grinned, revealing a mouth full of teeth.
"It's very simple. In my opinion...the living and the dead each have their own beauty, and both are worth writing about in poetry. And the young body full of vitality, and the art of death Products can provide me with a steady stream of inspiration."
"You are a passionate poet." Roy complimented.
"Of course, in fact, I am a poet first and then a coroner. For me, poetry is the most beautiful existence in the world, surpassing everything else."
Francis said emotionally. His voice was full of emotion and penetrating, and it could be heard very clearly even in this noisy hall.
"Actually, I have a suggestion for you..." Roy said, "The connotation of your poems should not always focus on the living and the dead. You can broaden your horizons and draw inspiration from other aspects."
"For example?"
"Such as nature, such as architecture..."
"The most exciting things in this time are survival and death..." Francis raised his chest and raised his head, "Why should I choose those vulgar themes?!"
"Okay," Roy shrugged and said directly, "Actually, in my opinion, the living and the dead are completely different. It can even be said that they are no longer a species or a race."
"The difference is like humans and monsters..."
Francis crossed his arms and listened to him continue, "You see, corpses can cause genocidal plagues and diseases, and can be turned into puppets of destruction by warlocks who study necromancy. Under certain conditions, they can even hatch and nourish evil. Ghosts and ghouls. It can be said that the corpse is the enemy of the living."
"I almost forgot that you are a witcher," Francis slumped in his chair with half interest, "How can a witcher have so much free time to come to the tavern to drink with me and exchange poems. You are all black and white, in your eyes I'm afraid there are only humans and non-humans, killable and unkillable, right?"
"It's impossible for you to agree with my ideas. But... do you want to correct the idea of an aspiring poet with a few words?"
"No, no, no..." Roy smiled gently and said his purpose, "I just want to remind you not to be too obsessed with death and corpses. And don't try to use death to please someone. The living."
"What do you mean?" The coroner stood up suddenly, and the cold aura on his body became stronger instantly. The drinker sitting next to them shrank unconsciously, as if he was suddenly hit by a biting cold wind.
Roy also stood up, drank all the strong wine in the glass, and exhaled happily.
"Recently I discovered a very interesting thing in Elland. An inhuman creature fell in love with a 'noble' female human. And in order to express his love, he did many things. There are many behaviors that are incomprehensible to ordinary people. Of course, the non-human creatures I am talking about do not refer to dwarves and elves."
“I once heard that a female night demon was ‘in love’ with a human male, but in fact, that stupid man was just used by the female night demon as a free puppet to provide essence; I also heard about an ancient high-level A vampire is obsessed with a human woman, and then is played and applauded by this shrewd human woman."
"Now, I feel that Airland is in love deeper and more infatuated than the first two. For his lover, he even risked exposing his long-hidden identity and committed murders continuously. ”
"Mr. Senior Vampire... I am not the kind of guy who only yells and kills recklessly. Now let us have an honest, peaceful and friendly talk."
Roy's deep voice was broken by the noise and noise around the hall, but he knew that the people opposite could definitely hear it clearly.
The guy opposite suddenly grinned at him, vaguely revealing two long canine teeth.
Under the young man's observation, the dark gray energy behind Francis formed a humanoid bat with huge wings on its head.
Francis
Age: 310 years old
Identity: coroner, poet
High-level vampire (it shows its fangs to you, your gaze passes through the **** camouflage, and reveals his essence. He is the topmost existence among vampires, different from the original kind, his behavior Closer to humans.)
Health:? ? (Insufficient perception)
Magic:? ?
Attributes:
Power:? ?
Agility:? ?
Physique:? ?
Perception: 18
Will: 9
Charm: 7
Spirit:? ?
Skills:
Hungry for blood? ? : High-level vampires do not rely on blood to survive, but they are addicted to blood. If they drink blood during battle, they will quickly heal themselves of moderate injuries.
Self-healing? ? : Garlic, flames, and wooden stakes are all ineffective against high-level vampires. They are very long-lived and have extremely strong self-healing capabilities... Even if their hearts are taken out or their heads are cut off, they can slowly recover by consuming time. Some are particularly powerful. Even if an individual is burned to ashes, he can be reborn after a long time.
To a certain extent, only the same kind can kill high-level vampires. ~IndoMTL.com~Hypnosis? ? : A high-level vampire uses magic power to weave seductive words to make the target open his heart and obey his words.
Invisible? ? : High-level vampires can change the color of their skin at will, blending into the surrounding environment, and enter an invisible state that is difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Blurred? ? : High-level vampires transform into a group of bats, avoiding attacks and moving at high speed.
Call for blood? ? : High-level vampires can forcibly command nearby low-level vampire creatures: bats, vampire banshees, blood demons... to act as their thugs.
A body made of blood? ? : A high-level vampire releases all its power and transforms into a giant bat. In this state, all attributes are improved, has the ability to fly, grows fangs and claws, is full of desire to kill, and loses most of its sanity.
Insufficient perception to obtain more information.
"Gulu."
Roy's face turned stiff.