The Divine Hunter Chapter 33: Festival rewards
A carriage left Old Vizima and headed east to Foltest Castle.
"Tell me, Yada, what's going on?" The demon hunter twitched his cheeks and was greedily biting white bread with fresh vegetables and beef, and taking a sip of goat's milk from time to time.
Lying in the coffin and eating dry food for three days, the demon hunter's hunger level has reached the threshold. He feels like he can eat a cow now.
"Do you still remember why the curse recurred?"
Yada sat opposite him, in the innermost seat of the carriage.
The princess of Vizima was much more civilized. She slowly tore the bread into pieces with her slender fingers, then stuffed it into her red lips and chewed it in small bites, with a kind of aristocratic elegance.
At this moment, she put on a clean black lace dress, and she was no longer in the most calm state in the coffin.
The black frilly lady's hat covered her fluffy and messy red hair. She was still wearing the large witcher cloak, and her figure under the cloak was obviously much thinner than a week ago.
Roy has witnessed this with his own eyes. The slim waist has become thinner to a certain extent and is not as toned as before.
"My last memory," Yada looked at the witcher in ecstasy, pulled her cloak, and seemed to feel a little cold. "Take off the talisman, drink the potion Abigail mixed for me, and then I will be unconscious until I wake up from the coffin."
"What potion?" The demon hunter raised his eyebrows.
"A magical medicine that can break the curse on me..." Yada's narrow eyes flashed with the light of memory, "I confirmed with Abigail...More than twenty years ago, a curse was placed on my mother and me. As expected, Osterit believed in the lion-faced spider. That **** had been active in the Holy Temple of Omens in the sewers during his lifetime. According to Abigail, he asked the high priest at the time for the curse method."
"This is also the source of my bad luck. As a priest of the God of Omens, Abigail has the ability to solve it for me."
The demon hunter lowered his head, as expected.
Yada thought for a while and said mockingly, "I still remember the formula of the elixir clearly. It includes three drops of wolf blood, three drops of bile of a newly buried woman... and my father Ful Test's blood... several key ingredients allowed her to prepare the so-called elixir to break the curse."
"Your Highness Princess..." Roy rolled his eyes, "Do you trust Abigail too much? As far as I know, blood can be cast into a curse. Are you not afraid of Abigail using Foltes? Deal with him with Te's blood. He is your father, the king of Temeria."
"Want to curse a king? It's not that simple," Yada said. "Foltest has countless magic talismans on his body, but they are hidden in places where ordinary people can't see them. No curse can cure it. It worked. If you want to threaten his life, unless -" Yada stared at Roy and muttered, "unless a demon hunter with extraordinary skills like you becomes an assassin."
"Pfft——"
"What's wrong with you, Roy?"
"Um...it's okay. I ate too fast and choked." The demon hunter wiped the goat milk from the corner of his mouth and the cold sweat on his forehead, "Your Highness, don't be kidding me. I can't be an assassin. Snake sect hunter Demons don’t know that either."
"I'm just making an analogy..." Yada was a little curious as to why the demon hunter reacted so violently to this topic.
"Let's get back to the point." The witcher burped, "According to what you just said, there is no doubt that it was Abigail who used the potion to awaken the curse in your body. What she did also counts. Get it right and let Vizima's royal advisors banish the curse from your body once and for all."
"After the onset of this curse, you will no longer turn into a vampire bird."
Yada nodded, then murmured to herself, "Abigail has clearly reached an agreement with me and swore an oath to the lion-faced spider, but she went back on her word! This little bitch...I can't spare her!"
"She knows the price of betraying me very well." Yada said coldly, "I have found out the roots of the God of Omens in Vizima. As long as I want, I can take Vizima's God of Omens at any time. Isn’t she afraid of being uprooted?”
"Maybe she didn't lie," Roy suggested another possibility. "Only after the curse breaks out completely can it be completely removed, but there is some selfishness mixed in, and she did something else... As for who she is? What do you think? You can figure it out if you catch him and confront him. Now——"
The witcher opened the curtains of the carriage and saw Foltest Castle standing in the morning light not far away. "You'd better think about it first and how to explain it to His Majesty the King later."
"No need to explain..." Yada said matter-of-factly, "This is what Foltest owes me and my mother..."
Adah's mother is Foltest's sister, and her name is also Adah.
"After meeting Foltest, can you help me find Abigail?"
……
Foltest sat on the golden throne, with three royal advisors still standing behind him, and the old yellow-skinned dog still crawling at his feet.
Yada walked from the entrance at the other end of the palace, stepping on the saffron fur carpet, past the halberd-wielding guards wearing shiny silver armor on both sides, and walked up to Foltest.
The three witchers followed her and stood at the foot of the steps in front of the throne.
"Yada, my daughter, come here and let me take a good look..."
The king held her hand tightly, looked at her pale face, was silent for a long time, closed his eyes and sighed, a trace of pain appeared in his bright eyes, "I'm sorry for not being able to take care of your mother. Good on you."
"It's not your fault." Yada lowered her pretty face and said calmly.
"I didn't care enough about you during this period, and that's why people hurt you." Foltest said, "Fortunately, everything can be repaired. Tell me quickly, which **** made you suffer from the curse, I want to peel off his skin and cramps, and hang him in the square to be dried into a blanket!"
"No one is doing evil... You know that no one in Vizima dares to offend me. This incident was just an accident because I accidentally lost the amulet." Yada pursed her lips and explained, Neither the royal advisor nor Foltest clearly believed this excuse. "I will explain the specific situation to you privately."
The king was temporarily patient and did not force Yada to reveal the truth. He's always been like this.
"Demon hunter!" Foltest turned to the three people below, "You risked your lives this time to save my priceless treasure, I want to reward you!"
"Tell me..." Foltest's magnetic voice was encouraging, "What do you want."
"Your Majesty, can you give me any reward?" Oaks's lively voice rang, his amber eyes full of desire.
But his naked intention blocked the king's words. Foltest pondered for a moment, "I will meet most of your requests, but there are a few exceptions. For example, like in a fairy tale , rewarding the princess as a wife to the warrior who saved her. This is just a joke, absolutely impossible."
"Um...Your Majesty." Oaks said seriously, "We are not so arrogant yet."
The king nodded, and when he looked at the demon hunters, he was much more pleased with himself.
"Your Majesty, can you grant us a piece of territory?" Oaks suddenly called out.
The expressions of the three royal advisers became strange, and the king seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of old phlegm, his face continued to be stiff.
Reward territory?
The witcher's request has an underlying premise.
The prerequisite for the king to reward territory is to grant a noble title. If he, the king of Temeria, made the witcher a noble of the kingdom, he would become the laughing stock of the entire north.
There is only one example of such an extraordinary reward.
In the not-too-distant future, Meve, the queen of Leiria and Rivia, promoted Geralt and awarded him the title of knight of the kingdom because of Geralt's meritorious service.
This also fulfilled the name of Geralt of Rivia.
But this is not yet a war era, and the price of this request is too high. Foltest hesitated for a moment.
"Your Majesty, we don't need the territory." The youngest demon hunter below spoke up to save him.
"Three warriors, what do you think of two thousand orens?" Foltest made a suggestion. He would rather pay more money.
"We are not greedy for money either..." Roy turned around and looked at his companions. Seeing them nodding, he looked directly into the king's eyes and said in a deep voice, "If you can, can you hunt for us, this group of humble demon hunters?" We need to correct our reputation a little and wash away the unwarranted infamy that has been placed on us."
"Tell me carefully." Foltest sat back on the throne, his face becoming unsightly.
"You know, the reputation of witchers among the people has always been very bad. Residents in big cities still know how to restrain themselves, but in the countryside, many ignorant villagers spread our rumors everywhere, saying that witchers are perverts. , freaks, blood-drinking monsters, and countless fabricated infamys have been foisted on us."
"As witchers, we have endured these slanders for too long... You, the King of Temeria, only need a few notices to correct these false claims throughout the kingdom."
"Demon hunters don't need the reputation of a hero, nor do they need to be popular," Roy glanced at his companions, "We just want to be like ordinary people, without suffering inexplicable malice and condemnation."
"That's all."
"You...are really a lion with a big mouth!"
Foltest felt his daughter beside him pull his sleeve, so he did not refuse immediately. "I need time to think about it. When I think about it clearly, you will naturally know the answer."
……
"Roy, is this what you wanted to hide before?" The three demon hunters walked out of Foltest Castle side by side. "Isn't Oren beautiful and charming?"
Oakes was a little confused.
"It is a rare opportunity to face the king of Temeria. We must take the initiative to fight for something." Roy explained, "If we want to rebuild the school in the north, we must correct the bad reputation, right?"
"Why not start with Vizima and Temeria!"
"Actually, Roy is right. Even if you have money and status, buying land is not enough..." Seret glanced at the blue sky, "You must also have the capital to attract students to join. Just buying land is not enough." Relying on the law of accident to recruit talents, a demon hunter can only receive one or two students in a lifetime or a hundred years, which is far from enough. According to this rigid method, we may not survive until the day when the school is revived."
“But how much weight does the monarch of a country’s words have in the hearts of the people? One sentence can last us hundreds of years.”
"Are you thinking too far?" Oaks rubbed his chin, "There is no sign of the Snake Sect's new base, and the foundation of the house has not even been laid. Are you already thinking of recruiting apprentices? Roy, you are still just an apprentice. ."
"Of course I understand, this is just a luxury wish," Roy shook his head and sighed, "There is a high probability that Foltest will reject my request. After all, the request is too vague, I am just giving it a try."
"In the end~IndoMTL.com~ we should still get some money."
"Money is enough," Oakes said.
"Even if I get the reward, I will keep it."
"..."
"Roy, do you know how to respect your seniors?! You must leave some money for us to drink."
"Don't worry, I remember. In the past three days, have you two gone to the sewers to see it? Don't tell Ms. Kayla, who has been with you all the time."
"I haven't gotten out of bed for three days, do you think I'm a brown horse? Of course I've been there, it was a waste of time. Abigail was not in the secret room or temple area, and had long since escaped without a trace."
"Where are her church members?"
Serrit shook his head and paused, "We searched some of the residences of believers of the God of Omens based on the list, but there was no one there."
"It just so happens that Leisuo and Berengar are still forging. How about we continue searching and earn some extra money?"