The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: The young generation of the wolf sect

Two people appeared in the dark corridor. The first one was Geralt of Rivia, whose hair was as pale as an old man.

He is still dressed in a sloppy manner, wearing a gray cotton jacket, a yellowed and old shirt, and tight leather pants. His greasy white hair is scattered behind his head. The stubble on his mouth is a bit thick, and it has obviously not been taken care of for a long time.

He waved to several people.

Askar walked over and stood side by side with him, looking like two brothers.

The third wolf sect demon hunter came to welcome the guests. He was obviously younger than the first two. He had short black hair close to his scalp, a dangerous mountain-shaped hairline, amber eyes, and an eagle. He has a short beard around his hooked nose, chin and upper lip, and his skin is pale and red.

Due to the "curse" of the Wolf Faction's scar face, he, like his two friends, has a long scar on his right cheek, extending from his forehead to his cheek, and his whole body is a little more violent.

At this moment, this guy was crossing his chest with his hands, raising his chin slightly, looking at several guests with a slightly arrogant look on his face.

Lambert

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Identity: Witcher of the Wolf School

Life: 200

Magic power: 120

Attributes:

Strength: 19

Agility:?

Physique: 20

Perception: 13

Will: 6

Charm: 6

Spirit: 12

Skills:

Witcher Seal 8, Alchemy 6, Meditation 5, Wolf Sword Sword Skill 10, Witcher Senses 7

Fifty-two years old? He is in good condition and looks like a semi-bald young man.

Roy had a deeper understanding of the shelf life of a witcher's youth. He turned his eyes over Lambert's shoulder and looked toward the courtyard, but failed to see Mr. Vesemir as he wished.

But he is not in a hurry.

"Guys, welcome to Kaer Morhen. I haven't seen you for a few months. You guys are having a good time." Geralt showed a stiff smile and shook hands with everyone one by one. "It's exactly the same as last time, every bit. Not thin, not missing an arm or a leg."

"You've gained weight, Geralt. And, thank you for the invitation."

Roy smiled brightly, stretched out his hand and shook his hand.

"You have already met Eskar along the way. This is the youngest boy in Lambert Castle." He turned to his companions who were watching coldly and gave a warning look.

The latter nodded silently, but his expression was not good as if he had dysentery.

Ochs in the team opened his eyes wide at him, his amber eyes looked up and down unceremoniously, and he became more and more confused,

"How does this guy look like me? I don't see any interesting soul at all. On the contrary, he is a bit mean."

"Lambert, who are these people"

"It's getting dark. It's very windy and cold outside. Come on, come in with me!"

The group passed through the high-hanging iron gate and walked through the deep corridor.

Come to the spacious courtyard in front of the castle.

The size of the courtyard is comparable to Edelsburg's Fountain Square, but the degree of dilapidation is beyond imagination. The floor paved with wooden planks and stones is overgrown with weeds and is not smooth at all.

Most of the place is empty, with aged wooden frames holding the decaying stairs and battlements in disrepair.

In a corner sheltered from the wind under the city wall, there are daily training equipment for witchers: wooden comb piles, rotating dummies, a pendulum hanging under the horizontal bar to train evasion ability, and a whetstone for polishing weapons. .

The three big men from the Snake Sect exchanged glances.

Kaer Morhen appears to be older and more shabby than Guthwader.

Everyone went up a few steps, and a banyan tree with a huge canopy appeared in the center of the second floor of the courtyard.

The body swayed with the sudden strong wind in the evening.

Cast a shadow on a tall, solid wall.

The majestic Kaer Morhen Castle came into view, and everyone felt dizzy when they looked up.

Several forts and towers guard the surroundings, even the shortest one is over twenty meters high.

Because the entire fortress is built on high ground, the witcher only needs to stand on the battlements around the courtyard to see the dense woods below, the refreshing vast wilderness, and the towering mountains beyond. Snow-capped mountains.

"Buzz"

The huge wooden door several meters high unfolded.

Everyone entered a dark castle hall.

It was more dilapidated and empty than any castle Roy had ever seen, and completely devoid of any gorgeous and extravagant decorations.

In addition to candlesticks, messy alchemy equipment, tables, chairs, bookshelves, and large brewing jars everywhere, the most impressive thing is the load-bearing rods connecting the floor and ceiling. stone pillars.

"Sure enough, in that conflict many years ago, Kaer Morhen had been looted."

The light of candles and the fire of the fireplace illuminated the open space in the center of the hall.

"Guys, you guys sit down and play for a while." Geralt pointed to a row of sofas by the fireplace, "I'm going to see how the food is being prepared. Eskar, go get the wine. Sorry, everyone. In fact, you are here a little early, and the wine made from potato peels may not be flavorful enough."

"It's not a big problem, as long as you can drink." Seret shrugged.

"Well. Lambert, you stay here to accompany the brothers. I remember you didn't eat salted fish today, so keep your mouth clean!"

The young wolf sect member reluctantly snorted and sat down on the tattered and yellowed leather sofa.

Geralt is about to leave after making arrangements.

"Wait a minute, man, do you need help in the kitchen?" The bald man winked at the student next to him~IndoMTL.com~The latter was observing the intricate structure of the castle and planning when to have a big adventure.

"This kid's cooking skills are pretty good, no less good than the cooks in the tavern!"

"Isn't this appropriate? You are all guests from afar. How can you ask the guests to help you? Just enjoy it." Geralt hesitated, but a trace of heartbeat clearly flashed on his face. In fact, the Wolf Faction has always The glorious traditional food can be eaten as long as it is eaten, and the taste is not important.

Therefore, wolf witchers never deliberately train in cooking skills. Even the most senior Vesemir can only say that the food he cooks tastes good.

"Geralt, who are the guests and hosts today!? We are all brothers after entering Kaer Morhen," Oakes quickly joined in and shouted familiarly, "Brothers should fight side by side, and the kitchen is another On a battlefield, the Snake Sect should also send a vanguard, Roy's skills will never let you down!"

"A strange argument, but it seems to make sense." Bai Lang looked at Roy with his dark cat eyes.

"There's still wild boar meat, rabbit meat, turnips, taro and pumpkin left in the kitchen. Do you want to see what you can do?"

The latter sighed, no matter how hard he worked wherever he went.

He quickly stood up and followed him.

The crowd behind me instantly became lively.

"Leso, take out the Gwent cards and chessboard from your ring, and let's do some warm-up exercises before meals with little brother Lambert."

"Don't worry about Gwent, man, I'm more interested in the Snake Faction itself. Are you from the south? Collective action is popular there now?"

"Don't you think it's too crowded? You won't fight if we meet every day?"

"Like me, I can only endure one winter at most. Geralt's dead face and Eskar's ugly face are too annoying. If it takes longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."