The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Password

“A playboy, a scumbag, and a useless singer!”

In an alley north of Novigrad, next to a narrow house painted pink, a slender, enchanting elf man wearing pajamas stood on a rooftop terrace filled with flowers, looking down, and he grabbed A flowerpot is about to be thrown down.

The handsome man with a mustache and an olive hat decorated with feathers jumped back like a goat, narrowly avoiding the flower pot, which shattered into pieces in front of him. Thousands of pieces.

Then a lute flew down, and the man hid in a hurry.

"Please, Ariel." He shouted with a bitter smile, "Don't believe their lies, I am very loyal to you and have never found another man! If I lie, I would rather remain abstinent for the rest of my life!"

"Scoundrel! Devil! Don't bother me anymore!" The elf man yelled and ran into the house, slamming the window shut.

"Why can't you believe me? Is there any man who can match your peerless beauty? Of course...except women." The handsome man mumbled and picked up the lute on the ground, like a prairie dog. He looked around vigilantly and breathed a sigh of relief when no one noticed him. He calmly straightened out his tight-fitting top with blue notch lapels and puff sleeves as if nothing had happened.

"There is no place for me to stay here, I have my own place to stay. I just went to the boss's banquet to change my mind, maybe I can find some inspiration."

The bard's face regained his composure, he held the lute and played with the strings, plucked a few notes to test the sound, and while walking through the narrow alley, played a low music with vibrato,

"The breath of autumn fills the air,

The wind stole my language,

Such a thing is only natural, so,

Don't let diamond tears well up in your eyes! ”

……

"Master Dandelion, welcome to the Poetry Lovers Conference..." Located outside the Vanilla Hotel in the most prosperous area of ​​Novigrad, two tall gatekeepers wearing blue armbands rushed to the crowd and bowed, " I haven’t seen you for a month. I wonder if you have any new works coming out?"

"Your home is covered with snow, and ice covers the rivers and lakes..." Dandelion sang a sentence in a magnetic voice, just one sentence, and then looked at the two gatekeepers with squinting eyes, as if he didn't want to interact with such vulgar people. When people discuss elegant art, "Don't you want to hear my "Winter" before Boss Alphonse?"

"Don't dare, don't dare! Is this poem called "Winter"? What a wonderful name!" Panic flashed across the big man's face and he retreated to both sides, "It's a pity that Boss Alphonse is not here today, Boget The butler is hosting the party...and is waiting for you inside. Master, please come in!"

The bard then proudly opened the wooden door of the Vanilla Hotel.

The Vanilla Hotel is one of the largest hotels in Novigrad. The party hall on the first floor is terrifyingly large, enough to accommodate hundreds of people having fun at the same time.

At this moment, the tables and chairs that originally occupied the hall were scattered to the edges, filled with all kinds of delicacies, as well as wine and juice to accompany the meals. There was a huge bonfire in the corner of the hall with a barbecue spit on it.

Bundles of mistletoe and heather were hung high on the surrounding walls, and a red ribbon was drawn under two sets of magic lights on the left and right of the ceiling, with the words "Nocity Poetry Lovers Conference" and several eye-catching words on it. Big letters.

According to tradition, "garlands" made of garlic are hung everywhere in the hotel to scare away vampires that no one has ever seen.

Dandelion put down the lute in his hand, comfortably picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and involuntarily focused his eyes on the stage in the central open space.

Although the place was crowded, it was not noisy. More than thirty poetry lovers from Novigrad and nearby areas gathered here, most of them were arty little nobles, wealthy businessmen and bards. Together with the bodyguards and thugs from the Willy Gang in the corner, they quietly listened to the charming performance of a young woman.

The woman was wearing an elegant long dress, sitting on the stage, accompanying her sweet singing with a lute on her knees. She looked to be less than twenty years old, with a curvy figure and golden hair hanging on her shoulders.

Dandelion arrived a little late, just in time to hear her sing the last few lines in a voice as smooth and loud as an oriole. The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers, but she just nodded slightly, her long hair swaying slightly.

"Okay, distinguished ladies and gentlemen! Friends -" the tavern owner raised his beer glass and shouted, "Let us once again thank Ms. Vespula for her wonderful performance, and also thank Alphonse Sir, because of his generous and selfless sponsorship, the majority of poetry lovers and like-minded people can participate in such a wonderful gathering."

"Here's to Vespula, here's to Alphonse Wiley!"

On the left side of the hall, a well-dressed middle-aged man, Alphonse's butler, stood up and raised his beer with reverence on his face.

……

After a long time, the female bard squeezed out of the crowd, "Hi, Dandelion!"

"Hi, Priscilla, that song just now was really nice. Your repertoire has really improved a lot. I've said it a long time ago, if you can't write your own songs and your inspiration is always withering, you might as well get it from someone else. Borrow some. Do you often do this?"

"Not really," Pucilla said tit-for-tat. She smiled, showing her white and small teeth, "There are not many songs that can be borrowed. Either the lyrics are too bad and vulgar, or the melody is too monotonous and does not meet the audience's expectations. But you, Dandelion, have recently Have you written a new song? I haven’t heard it in a while.”

"It's no wonder," the bard sighed. "The places where I sing will only invite the most talented and famous artists. I have never seen you in those places."

Vespra's face turned red and she blew her hair, "If your words reach the ears of the boss, do you think he will be happy or angry? Do you think you can still make a living in Novigrad in the future? Eat?"

The red-faced person became Dandelion. He came to the party where the gang boss reported him, just to fill his stomach and get some benefits. Although Alphonse was obsessed with poetry and highly respected his own works, it was a pity that it was Not being a qualified poet, and being involved in dirty gangster business, Dandelion fully cooperated with his hobbies on the surface, but in his heart he looked down upon him.

"Okay, old man, let's not rush each other..." Dandelion rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "We can't keep Butler Bogot waiting, I should go over."

"There's no rush..." Vespra shook her head and glanced at Boget's position, her eyes filled with excitement, "Mr. Butler is meeting a few distinguished guests and has no time to pay attention to you for the time being."

"What distinguished guest is more important than me?" Dandelion followed her gaze and saw three completely unfamiliar figures at the gangster butler's table. Most of them were fashionably dressed, fat, or too thin. The frail guests are completely different. They are dressed simply and plainly and have strong bodies. Just from the back, they give people a feeling of strength and calmness.

"A foreign poetry lover who came here because of his reputation?" Dandelion saw the amber-colored vertical pupils of one of them, and another familiar old friend suddenly appeared in his mind.

"They are the protagonists of my next piece, The Witchers."

……

"Boss Alphonse is not here today?" Oakes took the lead in raising his beer to the middle-aged man across the round table, "I will drink this first as a token of respect."

Today, a total of three demon hunters came to the Vanilla Tavern. Roy and Serret sat next to Oaks, and the rest stayed at home with Old Moore.

Besides the man were several gangsters, with unkind expressions and wary eyes.

There were already several waves of guests who wanted to come over for a toast, but were frightened by the situation at this table and left voluntarily.

Roy glanced at everyone one by one, his dark gold pupils flashed with a faint light, and then he raised his eyebrows.

It is not unusual to have several strong bodyguards with outstanding physical fitness, but not far behind Boget, there is a middle-aged man who is exchanging drinks with the bards. He is wearing a light gray robe and his neck is There was a silver Anka hanging on it, and its body exuded faint magic fluctuations.

"The Willy Gang is really rich and powerful, even warlocks can be hired as bodyguards."

In fact, not all warlocks can become decent royal advisors, and more are reduced to herbalists and personal bodyguards.

There are many bards, and the boss of Willy's gang is not present, so it is obviously not suitable for taking action.

The witcher enjoys drinks like ordinary people.

A few people faced each other.

The butler who is the boss of Willie's gang looks to be about forty years old, with a hooked nose, thin lips, deep nasolabial wrinkles on his cheeks, and a mean face.

He glanced at it with his narrow eyes before giving a drink in return,

"I am the steward of Willy Manor, Boget. Three masters, the purpose of this trip is about those **** yesterday, right?"

Obviously it was just an ordinary tone, but the gloomy tone made the air nearby seem to be several degrees colder.

"That's right." Oaks didn't want to make any circles and said straightforwardly, "Butler Bogot, according to the agreement we reached half a year ago, your gang will never harass the old Moore family, and neither will the snake sect demon hunters. I will intervene in your gang's affairs again... But based on what we have seen with our own eyes, why is the opposite true?"

Boget took a deep breath and suppressed the irritation in his heart. Apart from his immediate boss, not many people dared to speak to him in such an aggressive manner on the territory of Novigrad.

Some people who did this before were tied with rocks and thrown into the sea, but it was very difficult to deal with a demon hunter like this.

The last time we came to Novigrad was two witchers. This time it was four or five. Who knows if there will be more next time?

"Vincent, this guy, has been acting against the gang rules for half a year. I only heard about it recently..." Boget deliberately pretended to be angry, "Let old Moore suffer for half a year for no reason. , I was negligent."

Roy was surprised that the dignified senior figures of the four major gangs in Novigrad could be so easily subdued?

Even the faces of the bodyguards nearby could see obvious astonishment. In their impression, Boget was as cruel and ruthless as Boss Alphonse, and he was by no means the kind of person who bowed his head and compromised easily.

But he didn't seem to pay attention to everyone's expressions and continued, "I questioned those three guys. In the past six months, they almost extorted a hundred crowns from Old Moore..." As he said, he called the owner of the Vanilla Tavern over. After whispering a few words, the latter quickly brought over a bulging bag, shook it, and heard a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

Then put it in front of the witcher.

"I asked several masters to accept these two hundred crowns on behalf of Old Moore, as compensation from the gang."

The demon hunters looked at each other, but no one moved.

They will collect this account on their own.

"Besides..." the butler's voice increased, "I think one arm as a punishment is still too light for the offender."

Soon after, another slightly soaked, reddish linen bag was placed in front of the witcher.

There were three tongues inside.

"As a member of the Willy Gang, I used the guise of a gang to extort money, smear the reputation of the gang, and offended several snake sect masters. In order to prevent such things from happening again and give you complete peace of mind, I Cut off their crime tools..."

Boget looked calm and relaxed, speaking as casually as if he had swatted a few flies to death.

"In addition, the boss sent me to send a message that members of the Willy Gang will no longer harass the old Moore family. I have already informed the butcher boss in advance that after the protection fee business in the market changes hands next month, he will tell the old man Moore special care, no fees."

"Are these masters still satisfied with this?"

"Boget, if you have something to say, you might as well say it."

Roy is not here to negotiate terms.

There are no clean people in the Novigrad gang.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked stubbornly.

"So what if you are satisfied, so what if you are not satisfied?"

"Several masters think that compensation is appropriate, then we should talk about another matter," Boget chuckled in relief, leaned back on the wicker chair, his eyes were stern, and his tone instantly became as cold as ice.

"Those three guys are still members of the Willy Gang after all. Even if they violate the gang rules and make mistakes or commit crimes, and the crime is so heinous that they should be skinned and cramped, according to the rules, it must be done by the brothers in the gang. But the three masters , without even informing the boss, they disabled them without authorization. This is really against the rules."

"For a person with the status and status of the boss, there is no shortage of money or women, but he cannot be without face... Vincent's story has spread throughout the gang, and now there are so many pairs of eyes watching , if boss Alphonse cannot uphold justice for them and abide by the gang rules, then how can he have the dignity to sit in the top position?"

"If the masters cannot give a satisfactory explanation to the brothers, the more than a thousand brothers in the gang will never forgive me, including me."

"You are unwilling and want to take action? I accidentally died, and Boss Willy will avenge me!" Boget looked at the demon hunter in the middle, making no secret of the threat,

Roy shook his head, this old scumbag had bad intentions from the beginning.

That's exactly what you want.

"What do you want to explain?" Oakes showed his pale gums and smiled brightly. He has encountered many threats in his life, from his own kind, villagers, and nobles. "Do you want us to give up three hands?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard beside Boget held his sword at his waist, and the situation around the round table was tense. "That's not necessary. The boss made a milder proposal that is beneficial to both parties..." He said, "I have been lucky enough to see the skills of the masters, which are far beyond the scope of ordinary people. They are so outstanding, but they have been neglected in this world. In the wild, dealing with dirty and smelly monsters is overkill..."

"I'm sorry...Sir, the gang has rules and the witchers have the tradition of witchers, so I can't join you."

"That's not the case...I'll just put it bluntly," Boggart shook his head and said, "I want to invite a few masters to win a few games for the Willy Gang...underground fighting competitions."

“This was originally a business managed by the boss, but unfortunately he never had elite soldiers. As a result, the final honor of the Novigrad Black Boxing Competition was always snatched by the butcher’s men. I have to say that this is a big part of the gang. Sorry."

Boggart revealed his true intention,

"The boss asked me to give you a message. If you are willing to send one member to win the final championship of the black boxing competition for the Willy Gang and become the 'Fist of Anger', then all the grudges between you and the Willy Gang will be wiped out. , we are friends. Believe me, for friends of the Willy Gang, Novigrad is paradise."

Roy's face dropped ~IndoMTL.com~ and he couldn't see any thoughts, but there was a flood of thoughts in his heart.

Alphonse Willy is really a hypocritical guy.

All the charges were passed on to his subordinates, and the agents he sent pretended to be righteous. They also wanted to play a game of kindness and power to win over the witcher?

If he hadn't gotten the truth out of the gangster earlier, Roy might have been shaken a little.

"We need time to think about it." The three of them exchanged glances, seemingly interested.

"Hurry up, everyone," said Gete, "The boss promised that if you get the 'Fist of Anger', 90% of the bonus and lottery will belong to the Viper School, and the remaining 10% will be used to appease the three disabled people. members, calm down the grievances of the brothers in the gang."

"The answer must be given within two days," Bogut handed over a business card. "From now on, whether you are an enemy or a friend depends on what you think."

"Willy Manor?" Roy glanced at the address on the gold-encrusted business card, nodded, and took it into his arms.

Fuck the boxing match!