The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Nuo City Pattern

"Are you really my child?" Old Moore tilted his head and looked at the demon hunter beside him. He quickly calmed down from the initial ecstasy and became suspicious.

The slender, heroic young man in front of him is far different from the skinny boy with ribs in his memory.

Calculating his age, my child should be a boy close to fifteen years old, but he does not have the liveliness and cheerfulness of a teenager at all. His expressions and movements are full of maturity, and he is almost fifteen years old.

The demon hunter's eyes looked towards the direction where the three gangsters were being dragged away from time to time, with extreme indifference.

Old Moore has only seen this kind of indifference in butchers who have been in butcher shops for decades, and taciturn adventurers in taverns.

Let ordinary people stay away.

Old Moore was no exception, but he felt that there was a sense of familiarity that ran deep into his bloodline between the other person's brows.

"Are you dazzled? Of course it's our son! I will never admit that I was born in ten months of pregnancy," Susie straightened the swaddling clothes in her arms and held the witcher's hand affectionately. , "It has been more than a year, and when we separated, we were growing up, so the change in appearance is normal."

“Look at those eyebrows, nose, and mouth, it’s definitely my Roy!”

Susie looked up and down, her face filled with relief,

"You are not only tall, but you are also strong. Master Lei Suo has taught you well and has trained you from a weak little carrot to a strong man."

"You have grown up."

Susie accidentally met the dark gold eyes of the witcher, glanced at the tips of his ears that resembled a half-blood elf, and asked curiously, "My child, what's wrong with your eyes and ears..."

"I passed the Trial of Green Grass and became a demon hunter, and some of my facial features became different from those of ordinary people."

"The specific reason will be explained after we get back." Roy squeezed the old couple's warm palms comfortingly, turned his head away, and frowned where no one could see him, with a conflicted look on his face. Pass.

Unknowingly, he had been separated from the old Moore couple for a year. When he saw the old couple again, their hair was gray and their age was clearly showing.

But he could feel that the two people's heartfelt concerns had never changed.

But he was different from before, not quite used to the burning eyes of the two.

"By the way, Dad, those three **** just hit you. How are you feeling? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it's nothing serious."

"Let me see the wound."

Roy stubbornly checked Old Moore's body, and his heart sank. The old man's body, waist, abdomen, back, and neck all had old injuries caused by beatings with fists and feet.

On the surface, these injuries have healed and there are no major problems. However, if they continue to be delayed, one day they will break out and he will lose half his life.

During observation, Old Moore's physical condition was also weakened to 4 points due to injuries, which was even worse than that of an ordinary person.

"You have suffered during my absence."

Roy gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of marigold potion from the space, and asked Old Moore to drink it without any explanation.

Poison is equivalent to poison for ordinary people, but the medicine prepared by Roy at Cowburg is also suitable for ordinary people.

After drinking the potion, Old Moore suddenly felt a wave of heat rolling into his intestines and stomach. The pain caused by the bruises on his body seemed to be a little less. He couldn't help but hold Roy's hand moved, and his cloudy eyes gradually became moist.

"My child, look here, the little guy must recognize you!"

At this time, Aunt Susie called out, and the baby in her arms regained her composure at some point. Her **** eyes turned to the witcher, twinkling with curiosity like stars.

The baby's senses are very keen, and it seems that it is aware of the blood relationship with the person in front of it. Under the surprised eyes of the old couple, it takes the initiative to extend its white and tender little chubby hands towards the demon hunter.

"It seems that Xiao Mino likes you very much, you are worthy of being a brother!"

"His name is Mino, cute little guy." Roy squatted down, gently scratched the baby's fleshy feet, pinched his chubby face, and then rubbed his head from behind. He pulled out the dozing Golfin Yellow Dog from his hood and stretched the dog's mouth into a pie, making the little guy giggle.

That innocent and childish smile made the demon hunter's heart soften inexplicably.

After one year of separation, he suddenly had a younger brother, which caught him off guard.

But it’s good that when he leaves again, the old couple will have a relative to accompany them.

"Do you want to hug him?" Susie glanced at the surprisingly docile yellow dog in surprise. Before she could ask, her son had already stuffed the dog back into his hood.

"Later, you stay here," Roy finally touched the baby's bare forehead and stood up, "My friends will help clean up the food stalls, I have to deal with the three little ones first. Gangster."

"Roy..." Old Moore said hesitantly, "Don't offend the Willie Gang too much, otherwise we won't be able to survive in Novigrad in the future."

"I have my own sense of proportion." The demon hunter turned around and the smile disappeared from his face.

In the frightened eyes of onlookers, enter the dark alley.

……

"I've taken care of these three guys from head to toe, and now they've become more honest." Oakes cracked his knuckles, his face full of contentment.

The three gangsters headed by Vincent collapsed in the corner like mud. Their bodies were soaked with sweat and there were no visible injuries. However, their faces were covered with snot, tears and drool. Their eyes were looking at the sky blankly, and their mouths were full of tears. He stopped opening and closing, muttering to himself, and completely lost the arrogance in the food stall.

Demon hunters who are familiar with the structure of the human body have many ways to make people unable to survive or die, and they are sufficiently concealed.

"Before Serrit and I left Novigrad, the local gang sent people to the food stall to trouble Old Moore in an attempt to collect protection money. We gave him a hard lesson and then stopped."

Ochs shook his head and his tone became colder, "I didn't expect that as soon as we left, these **** would blame the old Moore couple. Speaking of which, it was my lack of consideration that caused your family to suffer. , I should have been more ruthless at that time!"

"You have done enough."

Roy said gratefully, turned to the three gangsters, waved his hands in front of them, but there was no response, "Bah!"

After being slapped three times in a row, the gangster came to his senses while covering his red and swollen cheeks.

Then he huddled in the corner subconsciously, his face full of horror, and traces of wet heat gushing out from his trouser legs.

"Devil! Demon hunter, devil!" Vincent wanted to slap himself twice now, but he didn't expect that his words came true, and a mutant really came out to stand up for old Moore.

What’s even more frightening is that there are not just two from last time, but a whole four!

"Shut up! Now I'll give you a choice. If you don't want to be tortured anymore, just answer the questions honestly!" Roy pointed at the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who kicked Old Moore a few times before, "Your name is Vincent? Willy? Who is the leader of the gang?"

Vincent glared at the witcher fiercely and remained silent.

"Boy... we'll see, sooner or later the boss will help us take revenge and make you disappear from the world!"

The muscular gangster in the yellow vest next to him suddenly said a harsh word, and then was kicked to the ground by Oaks.

"I haven't felt comfortable being tortured just now... Do you want to try the butt-opening position again?" Oakes showed an enthusiastic smile.

"No! No torture, no **** blowing! I said," the muscular man swallowed and stammered, "Our boss is Alphonse Willy, who rules the largest gang in Novigrad. !"

"If you cooperate well, you will naturally suffer less."

Roy patted Vincent's cheek hard and pondered for a moment.

When White Wolf was hanging out in Novigrad, he had in-depth interactions with the four major gangs.

But that was ten years later. During that period, the Eternal Fire of Novigrad, with the support of the hard-hearted Emperor Radovid of Redania, sent a large number of witch hunters to brutally sweep the city and eradicate the inhumans. Races, warlocks, and the four major gangs fished in troubled waters, secretly taking the opportunity to develop their power, and slowly developed into the four giants of Novigrad.

How powerful is the power?

Even the emperors of Nilfgaard and Redania can't do anything to them. Before taking over the city, they have to look at the gangsters' faces.

But now the Northern War has not yet broken out, the world is not that bad, and the influence of the four major gangs is not as good as that of later generations.

However, it is still a behemoth that ordinary people cannot afford to offend.

“Besides Old Willy, who are the other three gang bosses of the four major gangs in Novigrad?”

"Don't fight, I say!" The gangster answered simply this time, "The three bosses...Cliff the Butcher, Francis Beland, the King of Beggars, and Olof Beard, the Collector."

Roy frowned. He had heard of the first two guys, but the Collector, he didn't remember such a number one figure among the four major gangs, "Shouldn't it be Sigismund Dijkstra? That’s right, the spy chief should be hiding behind the scenes and has not yet developed underworld power.”

Roy was almost certain of this guess and asked, "What business in Novigrad are each of the four major gangs responsible for?"

"Witcher, why are you asking about this kind of thing!?"

"Let me ask you an answer. If you say one more thing, take out your tongue and feed it to the dog!"

Under the gaze of the witcher's dark-gold pupils, Vincent shrank his neck, not daring to talk nonsense, "The Beggar King controls the thieves and beggars in Novigrad, and is responsible for all stealing and begging businesses; the Butcher He controls all the lending and most of the protection money business, and the protection money in the market area will soon be divided into his name; the collector runs the bathing center, most of the taverns, and whoever holds banquets and events in Novigrad They all need to use his business premises."

"What about old Willy?"

"Our boss," Vincent paused, "runs casinos, underground fighting arenas, and brothels!"

"Does he have a son? His name is Cyprian Willy?"

The gangster asked in surprise, "You, have you heard of the young master?"

Roy's heart moved,

"That's right, Alphonse Wiley, also known as 'Hawthorne I'."

His son, who is even more famous, will be called "Hawthorne II" in the future. Using the ugly word Hawthorne (son of a bitch) to describe him, one can imagine how much he is hated. .

In the future, the sadistic and psychopathic "Hawthorne II" will try to harm Ciri.

"But at present, it seems that 'Hawthorne II' has not grown up enough to kill his father with his own hands."

……

Roy also asked for information about the Eternal Fire Church of Novigrad and the city management. However, the three Vincents were only the most ordinary members of the gang and the information they learned was limited.

"The official business is done, now it's the turn of private business. The last question, you keep causing trouble for old Moore and blackmailing him, are you doing it on your own initiative, or because of the orders of the gang leaders or Alphonse Willy?"

"This..." Vincent timidly glanced at the witchers standing around like four statues. His throat was dry, then he gritted his teeth and asked, "Witchers, as far as I know Old Moore is just an ordinary farmer with no background and no money. Why do you think you can offend us for such a country boy?"

The young demon hunter suddenly smiled ferociously at the three of them, revealing his neat and white teeth, which were shining white, and at the same time, his five fingers outlined a cyan inverted triangle seal.

Vincent's eyes blurred, his face became stiff, and he calmed down,

"This is Boss Willy's order."

Roy's face was filled with frost, "The leader of Willy's gang, why are you making things difficult for a little person?"

"Half a year ago, the two masters supported Old Moore, causing the boss to suffer a loss. He was disgraced and harbored a grudge." The gangster muttered, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, "The boss appreciates the most...the struggles of little people, And despair, it is said to be full of poetry. So slowly torture him...exhale."

Roy took a deep breath, "Damn you pervert! Perverted accomplices, you also have to pay the price!"

"Shua——"

Gwishir unsheathed.

The sharp blade of the sword reflected the cold light, making the faces of the three of them turn as white as snowflakes.

"Calm down, kid, there are so many people out there right now." Seret's cold gaze swept over the three guys with so many dead souls, "Kill them, it will end the trouble."

"If you want to take action, you must at least make some preparations...and deal with all the troubles at once!"

Roy tilted his head and thought for a second, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless mood, "That's right. Killing a few minions won't solve the problem. You must operate at the root of the disease."

"But I have bullied old Moore for more than half a year, so I can't spare you!"

In his mind, the vicious curses of the three people just now appeared again.

A trace of anger flashed across Roy's face,

In order for the old couple to live a peaceful life without being disturbed~IndoMTL.com~, he dared to make a bet with the Mirror Master, but these guys who bully the weak and fear the strong are playing dirty tricks behind their back!

How dare you?

In the alley.

The demon hunter circled around the three of them ghostly, and the cold sword light jumped several times.

"Shuashua——"

Blood spattered and three severed arms rose into the air.

The three gangsters covered their bare wrists, howling like ghosts, lying on the ground and rolling around, squirming like ugly flesh worms.

"I understand the rules of the gang. Big fists are the last word!"

"Today, these three hands are sent back to Hawthorne I as a greeting gift... along with a message. I will visit you tomorrow!"

"Kid, you used the wrong word..." The bald man, Brother Oaks, stood firmly beside him, "It's not 'I', but 'we'. Let's go meet that son of a **** together!"