The Divine Hunter Chapter 19: Modeng of the Flying Lion Monster

In the Queen's House at night, the intoxicating smell of wine and the simple and sweet organ are intertwined. Men and women are intoxicated in this endless dizziness.

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several big men filed in through the door.

This time, it was no longer the usual two people who came to the Queen of Night's house to have fun, but five demon hunters.

Roy and Leisuo were accompanied by the Serrit brothers and the swordsmith Berengar. They all sat side by side at the wine table at the door.

Brother Seret had a dusty look on his face. Because he hadn’t showered for a long time, his hair and beard were messy and full of grease and dandruff. There were faint stains of dried blood on his black leather armor, which exuded a strong rancid smell. , fishy smell.

"Four Bloody Marys and a glass of cider, thank you!"

"Wait a minute-" The **** bartender Sharika in front of the wine cabinet showed three teeth, smiled faintly, took out a row of fragrant wine, and then began to perform fancy bartending skills.

"This trip is a week earlier than expected!" Oaks admired the beautiful swaying figure of the bartender in front of him, while shaking his legs as if he had ADHD, "Thanks to your horse, Roy. Wilt is a good boy, I suspect it has the fine pedigree of the Mahakam pony. It has amazing endurance and has maintained a good level of physical strength throughout the trip. It is also very brave!" Under the light, Oaks's face turned red and he looked a little excited, "Amel Do you have any impression of the royal griffin beast on the mountain?"

"Coral specifically warned." Roy took the liquor mixed in the hands of the female bartender, with the color of blood and the smell of alcohol. He frowned and pushed the glass to Oaks.

Oakes was not polite. He took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes comfortably, "The wine is strong enough! Roy, you better understand us. Just drinking Toussaint's wine during this period makes me feel like a bird in my mouth. Just in need of some exciting wine to balance the palate. The place you chose is...well...surprising!"

"You mentioned the Royal Griffin Beast..."

"Roy, can't you give Big Brother some patience? This beast is probably used to being domineering in the Amer Mountains. He has no vigilance and was easily seduced by Wilt into the bear trap we set in advance. , and then Serrit and I will work together to smooth it out."

"Wilter is not injured, right?" Roy's heart tightened.

"Didn't you see it just now? This horse is very smart and doesn't know how you usually train it."

He burped, "The road after crossing the Amer Mountains was smooth, except for a group of short-sighted robbers who contributed a sum of money for our travel expenses. After entering the border of Toussaint There are some twists and turns, that treasure map..."

"The location of the treasure map is wrong?" Roy's heart skipped a beat. Did he remember it wrong, or was there a deviation in history?

"The main reason is that your marks are too general... Toussaint's western border, prison, hidden church, vague information, and the search range is scary."

"Sorry," Roy took a sip of the cider and stuffed back the small thing in his hood that was curiously reaching for the drink. "My premonition is out of control. You know, so you didn't find the blueprint?" ”

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense!" Serret glared at Oakes accusingly, "Idiot, can you speak briefly and directly?"

"Although the process was tortuous, the result was still satisfactory." Oakes sighed helplessly, "I'll keep it short. Roy mentioned the life story of Modeng, the manticore (flying lion monster) demon hunter I once had a long conversation with a believer of Lebiolda in a prison in Toussaint...and then he completed his transformation, reborn, and embarked on the pilgrimage of Lebiolda."

"More than fifty years have passed since the incident happened. Finding Moden's whereabouts is like finding a needle in a haystack. So I changed my mind and pretended to be a believer of the prophet Lebiuda to communicate with local believers and follow the clues. I found out the identity of the believer who had been in prison. He is a famous person! He once spent some time in Bastoy Prison."

"Thanks to my good brain and flexible speech, otherwise with this wooden face-" Oakes looked at his brother with disgust on his face, "I couldn't hold back a word for a long time, and I couldn't ask anything."

"You mentioned prison!"

"Okay, okay, Bastoy Prison has fallen into disrepair and turned into a ruin. We went around in a big circle and found a skeleton, and we also had an unexpected surprise." Oakes smiled happily, Seret tacitly took out a soft animal skin roll from the bag behind him, "The blueprint of the flying lion monster steel sword... was probably left behind when Modeng was imprisoned."

"Can you let me take a look?" Berengar stretched out his hand with longing eyes.

"Of course, no problem, master." Oakes clinked glasses with Berengar and the two drunkards both took a big sip

He handed over the blueprint again and winked at Roy. He couldn't understand how this guy deceived a master casting master.

"Only this one? Where is the blueprint of the Silver Sword."

"Don't worry... We found a "Prisoner's Diary" from the corpse, which pointed out the location of the secret church. From this, we can infer that this corpse is the believer who taught Mo Deng. Unfortunately, He never escaped from prison until his death."

"According to the description in "The Prisoner's Diary", the secret church is hidden in a remote cave. This cave is the cave where Lebiolda received his first enlightenment, and it is also the starting point of Morden's pilgrimage."

"On this pilgrimage, the flying lion demon hunter sacrificed a piece of equipment and the blueprint of the school. We followed the road and made a major discovery." Seret completely spread the burden in front of everyone: "Prisoner" "The Diary" and "The Holy Beggar's Diary".

In addition to these two yellowed pages, there are three additional animal skin drawings: flying lion monster armor, boots, and pants equipment blueprints.

“Look, look at the back of the blueprint!” Berengar’s startled breath attracted everyone’s attention. He turned over the soft blueprint, revealing the densely packed small characters on the back.

"7th day of the solstice month, 1203

Give me strength so that I will never stumble!

Grant me forgiveness and let me never doubt!

Give me perseverance and let me bravely abandon the old life and pursue new beliefs! ”

The demon hunters looked at each other in confusion. In addition to these few prayers, there was also a self-narration from Moden.

"I, Morden, a member of the witcher of the Flying Lion School, will start my pilgrimage today. The starting point is in this cave. Lebioda once fasted and meditated in this cave. Thirteen days and nights. I vow to atone for my sins, embark on the path of reforming my evil ways, remove all the fetters of my past life, make myself a proud member of the disciples of the Prophet, and declare that I have become a brand new person.

I will now go to the Temple of Lebioda to meet with the Holy Beggar. He was a sage who spent more time meditating on the wisdom of Lebioda than anyone else in the world. I will heed his counsel and follow his guidance on the path of atonement. ”

These words roughly outline the journey of a demon hunter who abandoned his school and fell into the arms of Saint Lebiuda.

"I was shocked when I first saw this letter!" Oakes smiled self-deprecatingly, "I guarantee that this Morden is the first demon hunter to abandon the school and turn to religion. What on earth are you holding in your mind? Let’s live a free life and become a simple ascetic monk.”

Demon hunters have been instilled with the concept of survival of the fittest since childhood and received endless cruel training. Once you survive the trial of green grass, you will go through life and death in order to survive, and you will have no time to believe in any gods.

The vast majority of demon hunters are insulators of faith and only trust in the shuriken.

"Modeng, the Flying Lion Monster School, has very few related rumors. I never expected that such a deviant guy could be born." Roy suddenly turned to Berengar, "Man, do you have any religious beliefs?"

The demon hunter who calls himself a mercenary has a depressed expression. He and Moden do have one similarity - they both abandoned the school of thought. "Only fools believe in the so-called 'gods' and 'prophet'!"

Berengar said firmly, "I only follow my heart."

"So have you ever thought about going back?"

"Boy, I'm warning you, drink as much as you want, don't mention that place to me, not a word!"

"As you wish."

Roy sighed, Berengar was really a tough nut to crack.

"Is this flying lion demon hunter still alive? Where has he gone?"

"In his last letter, he said that he would spread the Holy Name all the way north, beyond Aedirn and Kaedwen," Seret analyzed. "More than fifty years have passed. If he still Alive, probably in Feilong Mountain Range."

Roy remembered these words firmly.

"Then why did Master Modeng turn to Lebioda's arms and abandon it as soon as decades of life experience said it was abandoned?"

"I can guess one or two reasons." Lei Suo drank the strong wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said, "The Flying Lion School, Grand Master Ivar mentioned, is located beyond the Blue Mountains In the east, the distant country of Harklan is adjacent to Zerikan. Harklan is extremely rich in herbal resources, so the Flying Lion School has developed and utilized potions to the extreme." He paused, "Members of the school all have serious medicines. Addiction."

"It makes sense that Moden sought spiritual sustenance from Lebi Alda in order to get rid of his drug addiction." Seret pondered, "cutting off all ties with the past."

“Carrying several school blueprints with him shows that this guy has a high status in the Flying Lion Monster School, and may even be someone like Grandmaster Ivar.”

A patriarch of a school of thought turns to religion?

"What can you gain from believing in Lebioda?"

Roy couldn't help but think of a sentence - theology is the end of the demon hunter's path?

Everyone was silent,

"This is not the entire blueprint." Oaks said slowly in the eyes of everyone's surprise, "Serrit and I did not complete the entire pilgrimage, we only walked to the hidden church. According to the records on the murals, There is a deep cave behind the church called the Cave of Trials, which is filled with poisonous gases and monsters, including water ghosts, Andraeger, bat-winged demons, and vampire women."

The **** bartender who had been staying quietly in front of the wine cabinet winked at him, while Oakes pointed at the empty wine glass carelessly,

"It's a pity that Seret and I alone can't deal with the dangers in the cave, and only through the Cave of Trials can we reach the end of the pilgrimage road-the Lake of Washing. I think the remaining gloves and silver sword blueprints It should be near that lake."

"You are right..." Roy and Leisu exchanged glances, "After Vizima's affairs are resolved, it's time for the Snake Faction to act collectively and go to Novigrad to wait for news. For now, let's It’s important to turn the drawings into actual combat effectiveness, Master——”

Berengar looked at three armor blueprints and a steel sword blueprint, frowning, "Haklan, east of the Blue Mountains...the equipment casting methods are slightly different from ours. I You have to spend extra time studying. If all four pieces of equipment need to be cast, it will take a conservative estimate of one month."

"It's all your fault... We will gather the materials as soon as possible," Roy glanced hastily and saw the expensive materials such as anti-magic metal plates and dragon leather required on the drawings. There was no doubt that he would have to do it again. They were bleeding heavily, but the money they had was far from enough. They had to think of another way, "As for the reward..."

Berengar shook his head, "I owe you a favor for the commission from Kalkistan. The reward is waived, but the materials must be prepared. This is not cheap."

"Master~IndoMTL.com~ forge the armor first, one set is enough. As for the flying lion monster steel sword, we will talk about it later." Leisuo suddenly reached out to the wine table and waved, and the four newly forged snake sect long swords were exposed In front of me,

"The steel swords and silver swords of the Viper School were made by Master Berengar himself, two for each person."

"That's interesting, boss!"

The Serrit brothers unsheathed their swords and ran their fingertips over the shiny and smooth sword body. Their eyes instantly lit up.

"What a treasure! With it, my pair of crappy standard long swords can finally retire with honor!" Oakes' face was full of excitement and he changed his voice, "But how much did it cost to forge so many at once?"

"The money is almost gone."

"Roy is willing to give up?"

"You look down on me, Oakes? Am I the stingy kind?"

Later, Leitho slowly told the story of Korgrim in the White Orchard.

“Another old man has left.” Seret’s amber eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he raised his glass suddenly,

"Jingkou Grimm!"

"Jingkou Grimm!"

"Woof!" A black dog head suddenly emerged from the hood behind Roy, sticking out its tongue excitedly.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

"What is this?" Four pairs of beast pupils locked on it.

"Woo woo..."

The pup's breath was stagnant, and he suddenly retracted his head into his hood.

"Boy, don't tell me you adopted a small animal?"

"How did it turn into a dog?" Leisuo asked,

"Um...this is the masterpiece of the master alchemist...a pet golfing that randomly changes form every day," Roy pursed his lips, "It's not of much use at the moment, but I can't tell in the future."

"Don't just talk about it, keep going."

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