The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: We unite for the future!
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Night falls.
The witcher buried the four remains in the cemetery, mourned, and returned to Kaer Morhen.
This day's dinner was particularly dull.
Everyone looked down listlessly and picked at the food on their plates.
Roy looked around at his silent companions. Under the light, the expressions on each face were different, either sad, frustrated, or faintly angry...
They are intoxicated in their own emotions.
No one stood up to start.
"Guys, although the deceased has received a decent burial, it is not enough." Roy couldn't help but speak,
“The **** lessons are before us, we must learn from the experience!”
Everyone was awakened by the sudden sound, and several pairs of amber vertical pupils turned to the seats. The youngest demon hunter couldn't help but listen.
"A single school of thought, even in its heyday, cannot withstand the violence instigated by warlocks with ulterior motives!"
"In order to live up to the sacrifices of the predecessors of the school and avoid the recurrence of the tragedy two hundred years ago——"
Roy paused. He suddenly stood up from his seat and his voice became louder and louder.
"Demon hunters must unite, help each other, and resist foreign enemies together!"
"Roy, you mean the alliance between the Wolf Faction and the Snake Faction?" A look of relief appeared on Vesemir's weathered cheeks, and he turned to look at the three students, who nodded. "I guess that should be fine, but the details..."
"Not just an alliance," Roy said excitedly, "I mean a closer connection, the two schools integrating into one, further forming a brother-"
"Ahem!" The bald man suddenly interrupted the student's speech, glared at him fiercely, and changed the subject, "Brothers, let's talk about something more pragmatic."
"Now that all six blueprints have been found, what are your plans next, how about forging all the weapons and equipment?"
"This kind of thing cannot be rushed." Geralt waved his hand, "Everyone has seen the blueprint. It involves new alloys and costs a lot of money. According to the income level of our industry, even if Lambert, Ai and I Skaer may not be able to save this money even if he works frugally for a year outside."
Lambert and Eskar looked embarrassed upon hearing this.
As the most traditional demon hunters, they usually only accept commissions to eradicate monsters - which is dangerous and costly.
Repairing equipment, replenishing potions, healing injuries, and rushing...all the pieces are taken away, and there is not much reward left.
After so many years, the four of them have not been able to save enough money to repair Kaer Morhen from top to bottom.
Everyone in the Snake Sect has also looked through the drawings. Aijia is worthy of being the first-generation legendary demon hunter. The weapons and armor passed down by him are exquisite and novel in craftsmanship. Their cost and forging difficulty exceed those of the Cat Sect that the demon hunters have seen. The Snake Sect, And the flying lion monster.
Such a set of Wolf Faction equipment, conservatively estimated, would cost less than 3,000 or 4,000 kroner to build.
This is indeed a huge sum of money.
If the Snake Sect deducts the bumper harvest from Nuocheng that paid off the giants, the total property is only more than two thousand crowns.
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"In addition to the issue of money, the choice of blacksmith is also very important. The forging process recorded on the blueprint is quite complicated. I think no one can create it perfectly except the blacksmith master."
Askar shook his head,
"Oh, Master Vesemir can't do it either?"
"Valin is the casting mentor," the old man shook his head, his expression gloomy, as if he was still immersed in the memories of the day, "My blacksmith skills are only passable. After all, hundreds of years have not been in vain, but I am missing A little talent, sometimes just a little short of it, will never reach the master level. The entire wolf sect has only Bei..."
The old man paused and then changed the topic, "It is impossible to convert the blueprint into a finished product in a short time. You might as well take it and make a copy first."
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"We don't care about the choice of blacksmith for now."
"Master Vesemir, regarding your sect's lack of funds, we have a proposal," Seret said, "Are you willing to listen to it?"
"Tell me and listen."
"It would be too inefficient to just rely on commissions to make money. We have found another way to make money - in Novigrad, the Snake Sect did a big deal not long ago, from a 'rich man' I got two shops in the business district..."
"What is the commission? Can you introduce it to me? No," Lambert was startled and his eyes were suspicious, "Could he have robbed a wealthy family?"
"Uh...that's not the point." Seret's cheeks twitched, "We opened a pharmacy and a dance hall. We got in touch with a giant in Nuo City."
"There will definitely not be just one pharmacy. When the headquarters in Nuo City stabilizes, we will continue to expand to other cities."
"The alliance between Kaer Morhen and our Serpent Faction is a foregone conclusion."
"As allies, if you are willing, you can help us manage the branch in the future. Use your alchemy skills and force to become a shareholder. You will definitely earn more than a dirty and dangerous hunting commission."
"If you feel bored, there is another way. The collector in Nuo City has a good relationship with us. He is happy to hire several masters who are highly skilled and principled."
"The job content is simple, the time arrangement is free, and I am mainly responsible for training my subordinates and security work. The salary will definitely satisfy you."
Using interests to deepen the relationship with the Wolf Faction is also one of everyone's plans.
Lambert was obviously moved after hearing this.
Young people don't mind trying new things.
"Why do I feel like the four of you have dug a hole in advance and are waiting for us to jump down? They found the blueprint first, but they just lacked the funds to purchase materials, and then they took advantage of the situation and 'coaxed' us into it." Geralt said slowly Said, looking at the other witchers,
"But I'm sorry, according to the tradition of the wolf sect, we mainly make a living by dealing with monsters for people. We work as full-time alchemists and long-term bodyguards for rich people. What kind of demon hunters are we?"
"We appreciate your kindness."
"Geralt, Vesemir, Eskar, you are so traditional."
Roy shook his head helplessly and a little angrily. After experiencing a series of events in the past few days, he really couldn't understand what the Wolf Faction was doing.
The ancient tradition is still reviled by the world, and the world lives in poverty, watching the school decline day by day, allowing such a large fortress to stand in tatters for hundreds of years without even repairing it.
Never actively seek change.
Even if the Snake Sect now puts a chance for change in front of them.
They're not willing to try either.
Roy really can’t stand it! He's going to turn this around.
The bald man noticed the strange look on the student's face and gave him another stern warning look.
But Roy just shook his head this time.
The cheeks were tense and the expression was determined.
"Let's not mention the funds for now. If the four of you don't want to, we won't force it."
"I would like to share my thoughts on you Wolf Faction brothers after spending the past few days together."
The dark gold pupils passed over Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert, and Eskar one by one.
"Oh, boy, you really don't know how to respect your seniors at all!" Lambert raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "But I like your honesty. Do you have any opinions about us? I am all ears!"
Roy was unceremonious, counting the stubbornness of several people with his fingers,
"I have seen the attitude of the Wolf School. They insist on relying on the law of accidents to recruit apprentices, but they give up on their own accidental children."
"Yes, I'm talking about you, Geralt, you gave up the little princess Ciri of Cintra, Eskar, you gave up the girl named Deidre, the previous generation of Kangong'en ruler, leaving you A girl with this scar on her face."
The faces of the two people who were named changed.
Especially Eskar, he didn’t remember telling the other party such a secret.
Vesemir’s eyes were complicated, but he just listened quietly.
Lambert glanced at his two companions teasingly.
"That's all. Do you think this behavior is noble if you insist on making money from those dangerous commissions? Most employers will not only not be grateful to you, but will scold and insult you! And there are fewer and fewer monsters, money It’s getting harder and harder to make money.”
"Adhere to some anachronistic traditions, let alone build Wolf Faction equipment. Maybe one day, you... will be too poor to afford medical treatment!"
"If you don't seek changes," Roy emphasized, "If you continue to live like this, there is no doubt that Kaer Morhen will completely become a ghost town in the near future!"
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"Shut up, kid!" Leisuo scolded him sternly.
"Boy, although you are a guest of Kaer Morhen, you are not qualified to preach to us!" Lambert couldn't help but slapped the case, blowing his beard and glaring.
"How old are you, and what do you know? Don't think that because you are young, you can talk nonsense here!"
However, Geralt and the three remained silent.
"Am I wrong, everyone? Even the ghosts in the old fortress still remember the glory of Kaer Morhen and the identity of the witcher. You don't want to let the Wolf Faction regain its vitality?"
"The two schools of thought have finally come together. The opportunity for change is right in front of us. Can't we take the initiative to seize it?"
"That's enough, kid!"
"It's okay, Master Leisuo, let him say it." Vesemir crossed his arms, but there was a touch of sigh and appreciation on his weathered cheeks, "If young people are not a little arrogant, they are too hypocritical. ."
"Roy, speak freely, tell us all your opinions about us and Kaer Morhen."
"We guys are all old, our eyes are dim, our ideas are old, and we may have some mistakes that we can't find ourselves. We need a bystander, a brave person to point them out."
Roy took a deep breath and looked at the four seniors of the Wolf Faction.
"I understand your concerns."
"Geralt, Eskar, in your hearts, the sacrifice of the witcher is far greater than the meaning. So you don't even want to recruit apprentices and don't want other children to endure pain. Am I right?"
The two wolf sects are in their eighties, but they have never accepted an apprentice.
It's very possible that they don't want to.
Vesemir, who was listening, nodded quietly.
"Roy, you have experienced that feeling." Geralt's lips wriggled as he defended himself.
"Of course I understand that the grass decoction made me suffer for several months. This is a fact." Roy said, "But it can be solved. Let's join forces to research and improve the formula of the medicine to increase the survival rate and reduce the pain. !"
"Just like the creators Azuri and Cosimo did, pave the way for future witcher apprentices and our future students!"
At this moment, a trace of longing flashed in the eyes of several demon hunters.
Reducing the mortality rate in the Trial of Green Grass is the long-cherished wish of all demon hunters.
"Boy, I told you that you don't understand anything," Lambert retorted disdainfully, "Even if we join forces, what can we accomplish with just a few demon hunters? What can we change?"
"Without warlocks, those magic-driven alchemy devices can only make us unable to do anything! Seven percent of the apprentices will die in the trial."
"First of all..." Roy retorted in a smooth tone, "I have a warlock I know well, and she is very interested in the witcher mutation, and even helped me preside over the Serpent Faction's Green Grass Trial. She is also willing to contribute to more Many witcher apprentices provide help in exchange for experimental data!"
The faces of the wolf sect's demon hunters changed.
"Secondly, Geralt, Geralt, don't you know Yennefer? As a royal advisor, she has great magical attainments. Why haven't you taken the initiative to invite her to Kaer Morhen after all these years? Preside over the Green Grass Trial for your apprentice!"
"Have you never considered this?"
The white wolf was speechless.
He and Yennefer have been entangled in their feud for decades.
Only on and off, but he has never made a request in this regard before.
As a happy-go-lucky witcher.
Geralt only adheres to the principle of school neutrality and follows ancient traditions. But he never took the initiative to consider the dying school of thought.
Inexplicably, I was a little surprised by what I said.
"Everyone, think about it, why do you always complain about the lack of warlocks, lack of experimental conditions, and the high mortality rate in the Grass Trial?"
"Why not take the initiative to improve all this!"
Roy's voice became louder and louder.
"Let's unite first, pool all the resources at hand, establish the foundation of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood, and then recruit warlocks and spellcasters to develop and thrive! We have a long life, enough to make careful plans and realize them step by step Goal!"
"I also know that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, but giving up without trying and claiming that the so-called sacrifice is greater than the meaning is escaping!"
"That's the act of a coward!"
The young demon hunter paused.
The entire room and hall became deathly silent.
Under the candlelight, everyone in the Wolf Sect looked at the man with surprise in their eyes.
The three people from the Snake Sect are not much better.
"You brat, didn't you agree that this visit will be mainly about wining over and establishing a mutual aid pact first?" Seret made a fierce expression at Roy and muttered.
Lesuo sighed, feeling deeply that the student's wings had grown hard.
Ochs winked at him with admiration on his face.
"Gulu."
Askar swallowed the drink with a dry mouth.
Under the light, the scars on his face glowed faintly red.
"Geralt, were these the words he used to impress you in Sintra?"
Geralt nodded and took a sip of wine.
The young man who was full of fire just now questioned him continuously and mentioned the bad things about Yennefer. He was in a terrible mood.
I even started to blame myself.
It is undeniable that the young snake sect has certain points.
"He is really a young man full of imagination and boldness." Vesemir breathed out softly. He had not heard such ambitious words for many years. Once upon a time, when I was under fifty, I was so ignorant.
Later I was educated by reality.
He lowered his head.
Although his words were too idealistic, they were full of vitality.
In comparison, the younger generation of the Wolf Sect is like a pool of stagnant water, following the rules but unable to make any breakthroughs.
"Roy, you are only fifteen years old, why would you have such a bold idea? This is unheard of in the Demon Hunter Brotherhood."
Roy looked at the old man’s encouraging eyes and pursed his lips,
"As a demon hunter, I identify with my identity, but I don't like the lifeless atmosphere, and I don't like the attitude of people being deceived by fabricated lies and inexplicably hostile to us. These are terrible!"
"I...we, the Snake Faction, want to change all this, and we are working hard for it!"
"What a courageous boy... Could it be that people with prophetic abilities are born with lofty ideals and ambitions that are different from ordinary people?" Lambert said dryly. In fact, he was a little moved just now. As the youngest member of the Wolf Faction, he has not yet exhausted his enthusiasm, but starting an organization means responsibilities and countless chores. He is still young and has not had enough fun.
"Boy, after listening to your words and looking at your attitude, I feel like you are like a prince who is trying to restore his country as described in poems and dramas."
"My words are crazy, but I am not a madman. Talking about restoring the country and overthrowing the kingdom's rule is unrealistic!" Roy shook his head. "The demon hunters just need to unite and fight for a small and pitiful living space."
"No longer like a street rat, hated and discriminated against by the people!"
"Walking in the sun, having the same rights as other organizations, developing, continuing, and growing healthily!"
The first time they heard such bold words, everyone in the Wolf Faction couldn't help but be shocked.
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"So, Vesemir, Geralt, Eskar, Lambert, what do you think?" Roy said hopefully, describing the blueprint,
"It's not just a simple mutual aid agreement, the Snake Faction and the Wolf Faction, including the Cat Faction in Nuo City! We unite to build a base, share knowledge, and open alchemy recipes, equipment blueprints, swordsmanship, and seals to all members..."
"Look for traces of demon hunters from other schools!"
"Invite familiar warlocks to become the resident wizards of the new base, improve the formula, and increase the survival rate of the Green Grass Trial!"
“Extract the essence from the glorious traditions of each university school and summarize the most complete apprenticeship training plan.”
"Wait..." Vesemir interrupted, "Did you just mention Cat Pie?"
"Yes, the Snake sect made two friends from the Cat sect not long ago. The rational sect of the Cat sect is by no means a cruel and murderous lunatic. They have already agreed to join the Demon Hunter Brotherhood!"
Serrit covered his face.
He didn't remember Cat Vulture and Kyaan agreeing to this.
But, you probably won’t object?
Geralt was the most surprised in his heart. He always thought Roy's idea was too naive and unrealistic.
But Cintra had only been apart for more than half a year, and they were able to fool two Cat Faction witchers.
Is it easy for lunatics and crazies to get together?
But with the facts before him, he paid more attention to it.
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"Sorry, Roy, it's a serious matter. We have to think carefully about the Witcher...er...Brotherhood." Vesemir exchanged glances with his three companions. "Before you leave, I will definitely give Come up with the answer."
Roy curled his lips rather dissatisfied.
What does it mean to leave?
He saw the perfunctory look on the faces of the four people.
This is far from his intended goal.
But on second thought, it was right. The Wolf Faction has maintained a tradition of neutrality and a passive attitude for hundreds of years.
How could he change his position just because of his words?
Dark gold pupils shine brightly.
Roy secretly made up his mind.
The Wolf Faction is perfunctory and unwilling to change.
Then I will give them a reason to change and force them to change!
"After what happened with the Wolf Faction drawings, everyone should know that I have some kind of..."
"Boy, stop showing off, I already know you are a 'prophet.'" Lambert sneered and teased,
Roy suddenly stared at Lambert without blinking until the latter dropped his smile in embarrassment.
"Roy, you have fully proven your special talents." Geralt nodded.
"To be honest with you, there is another important reason why I made this abrupt suggestion today." Roy said slowly, his eyes scanning the four wolf factions one by one.
Pity and pity flashed in his eyes.
Everyone in the Wolf Faction frowned, and an ominous premonition filled their hearts.
Did this guy get another revelation?
"I see a future full of despair!"
"Ten years from now, there will be enemies more terrifying than the thugs and mages who once attacked Kaer Morhen!"
"The ending is more **** and cruel than the Witcher Tourney!"
"If you don't seek change and unite with other forces, your homeland and the fortress of the Wolf Faction will all turn into nothing!"
"And only the witcher can save the witcher!"
"If you don't unite, you will be dead!"
Although Luo has killed Azar Javid, the leader of the Salamander Gang, who knows if there will be another organization plotting a mutation formula.
What's more, the enemies of the Wolf Faction, the soaring Ghost Rider, the Ein El Elf from the alien plane, and the powerful and mysterious mage Wilfergoz are still hiding somewhere, plotting conspiracies.
Geralt, Eskar, and Lambert all looked ugly.
"Are you sure there is anything worth plotting in this ruined castle?"
"I only saw that the invaders were powerful, comparable to the army."
Vesemir lowered his head with a complicated expression.
There was dead silence in the hall.
The Blueprint of the Wolf Faction, the joining of the Cat Faction, and the tragic future of Kaer Morhen.
Three-pronged approach.
If you still can’t impress the Four Musketeers of Kaer Morhen…
"Roy~IndoMTL.com~Thank you for the reminder." Vesemir took a deep breath, "In fact, I support your idea. If I were fifty years younger, I would definitely join you. A career,"
"But now, this old bone really can't withstand too much torture... If the day you predicted comes." The old man turned his face and looked at the decaying fortress affectionately, "I will accompany it to the end. Last minute."
"Vesemir, no matter what, the Serpent Faction stands with Kaer Morhen as an ally." Letho emphasized.
The old man stood up gratefully and apologetically, "I'm so tired now that I'm dizzy. I'm going to rest first. I'll ask Geralt and the three guys about the brotherhood. They are still young."
Geralt glanced at the mentor who meant something, and then glanced at Lambert Eskar,
"Roy, you have given us a big problem of the century. We have to discuss it internally and let you know the result when we have it."