The Divine Hunter Chapter 14: The whereabouts of the Druid

The Slug Tavern.

Amidst the swaying lights and cheerful music, the fat bartender saw the young customer again.

Compared to the calmness of yesterday, there was a faint scar on his face today, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body, as if he had just gone through a **** battle.

Even if their noses were about to malfunction due to the strong alcohol, the surrounding guests were keenly aware that he was not easy to mess with and sat far away from him.

This is the only customer left in front of the bartender.

"A glass of cider." Roy knocked on the table.

"Have you found a job?"

"It's being processed, but the commission is too difficult, so we have to take it slow." Roy took a sip of his drink, and the light flashed reddish. "I have a question for you, buddy. I heard that there are A Druid's Circle."

The bartender smiled and said nothing. The news was naturally not free.

But before he showed off his pretentious attitude, his heart skipped a beat. Somehow, he felt that if he didn't answer the man's question honestly, he would suffer.

Even the fat security guards at the door who were so powerful in punching Mayena could not save him.

"Two to be exact..." He gave the answer simply, and said with a cautious smile, "One is east of Soden, called Cade Du..."

Roy raised his eyebrows. Kai Dedu means "Black Forest" in ancient language. He remembered that Geralt passed that place on his second search for a girl, but it was too far away from Mayena. Not the place he was looking for.

"There is another one in a forest to the west outside our city of Mayena. Occasionally, beekeepers from the suburbs come to drink with slugs..." The bartender paused, "He told me about his experience, living in the forest. Most of the druids are a group of mistletoe wild men, wearing various plant ornaments all over their bodies, just like those juniper leaves, marigolds, and sage growing on their skin."

Roy was a bit dumbfounded. This was different from the druids Mossack and Evelin he knew. Maybe Druids are also divided into several sects?

"Talk about the Druid's Circle west of Mayena. Well, let's have another glass of cider."

Roy bought ten copper coins and three crowns. However, the bartender learned the lesson this time, and the latter immediately beamed. This time, he learned the lesson and did not dare to bargain.

“Most druids have a strong sense of territory like wolves, and large areas of the forest are regarded as their own property. If an ordinary person without an invitation breaks in without permission, how would the beekeeper describe it? With?"

There was a hint of fear in the bartender’s round eyes,

"If you don't have time to destroy the vegetation and animals, you will be 'lucky' to be invited out by countless forest beasts and rough and gnarled oak trees that run like humans."

"If you go hunting or cut down a tree, you will enjoy the 'supreme' treatment. The druid will personally process them into fertilizer for flowers or feed for pets."

Roy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It didn't sound much better than Broklon's dryad, but he wasn't worried. He was carrying the acorn token given by Mossack, so he should be safe and sound. Meet the Druid.

"I used to think so too, taking the beekeeper's words as truth..." the bartender said in a shrill, effeminate voice, "I thought druids were all savages who kill without blinking an eye."

"It wasn't until after this **** war that I realized a lot of things. Many of the scandalous rumors about druids were just prejudice and rumors."

"What do you say?" Roy dipped his finger into some apple cider and put it into his hood. Two warm little tongues immediately licked the sweet apple juice on his fingertips.

The bartender was startled by the huge cat and dog heads that suddenly appeared behind the witcher, and then became angry about it,

Is this guy also a druid? What kind of lunatic would keep two small animals in his hood?

"The opportunity to dissolve the misunderstanding came from the Battle of Sintra." A trace of sadness appeared on the fat man's face.

"After the city of Sintra was broken, many displaced refugees fled to Brugg in the north, or Soden fled. Over in Brugg, I heard that Marshal Visekid of Sintra escaped death. The remnants of Cintra are currently being gathered to form an armed force to resist Nilfgaard."

"Of course I just heard it and didn't verify it with my own eyes."

An old face with white hair and beard flashed in Roy's mind. He had seen the Grand Marshal with his own eyes. If the other party survived, it would undoubtedly be great news for Ciri and Calanthe... He Can't help but nod.

"As for Soden, it had not been raided by Nilfgaard at that time and was also the first choice target for refugees."

"It's a pity that the road to escape is full of difficulties and obstacles. More than one-third of the refugees died at the hands of monsters' minions and bandits. Those who survived were tortured, either sick or injured... You have to know that the most worthless people in this world are It's human life." The fat bartender seemed to suddenly transform into a poet, with a melancholy expression of concern for the country and the people on his face.

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched.

"At this time of devastation...a group of compassionate people stood up."

"They are not ordinary people, they have magical spells."

"The Temple of the Goddess Meriteri in Elland sent some priestesses to treat the refugees along the way," the fat man said, "but this is as it should be and is not surprising."

"Isn't that because Meritelli is like this? They enjoy a high reputation among the people and receive a large amount of charitable donations every year, so they are naturally obliged to solve some of the people's sufferings."

Roy took a deep breath and thought about the past of the Temple of Elland Meriteri.

"But in addition to the temple priests participating in humanitarian relief, some warlocks and druids also contributed their own efforts." The fat man's eyes flashed with surprise, "This is really beyond my expectation, Mr. Mercenary , I mentioned to you before that the reputation of warlocks and druids among the people is very bad, and people’s disparagement of them is as outrageous as it is outrageous.”

"If it were me, all these people who scold me would be dead! But they don't seem to care about it," the fat man said with admiration, "Instead, they extended a helping hand to the refugees regardless of their previous grudges. It can be called A righteous man."

"And among this group of martyrs is the Druid from the woods west of Mayena." The fat man paused, "A beautiful woman with hair like cinnabar."

"This has nothing to do with the mistletoe savage the beekeeper describes."

"She is so clean, well-dressed, exuding the fragrance of plants, and her body is slender and graceful, just like a daffodil."

"It seems you have a crush on her."

"Not just me, but the entire Mayena and the entire refugee camp are grateful to her, do you understand?" The bartender didn't seem to be satisfied with the witcher's dismissive attitude, and his expression was very serious, "She will be by the refugee camp every week. Provide free treatment for injuries and illnesses to suffering people."

"No matter you are a refugee, a resident living in a town, or a stray cat or dog on the street, you can come to her whether you are sick or injured. She diagnoses and treats you for free, and even provides you with precious herbs grown at home!"

"Everyone knows that her methods are much better than those paid quack doctors! No matter how serious the injury is, the medicine can cure it, except of course terminal illness."

"It's not just herbal medicine, she also releases noble magic to us ordinary people, do you understand?" The bartender had a hint of happy memories on his face, "I didn't expect that I could enjoy such an outstanding experience just because of a bout of diarrhea. Feel the magic flowing into your body with the beauty's careful treatment. It's a bit warm."

"And she treats everyone equally! She respects everyone...whether they are traffickers or noble officials. Of course, nobles cannot go to a place like a refugee camp to see a doctor." The fat man murmured to himself, "I can feel her high moral integrity. In her eyes, all living beings must be equal!"

"If you can vote for the lord of Mayena..." the bartender suddenly lowered his voice~IndoMTL.com~ and said in Roy's ear, "That lady will definitely defeat our jazz master by a big score!"

Roy nodded, he understood nature and had a great reputation.

Not the person he is looking for.

Investigating the nature of the red light and clearing Geralt’s name require this beloved Druid!

But she has an inextricable relationship with Geralt, so she is simply the best candidate.

"But she regards money and fame as dirt. All she really cares about is people and other living beings!"

"What's her name?" Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart and made the final confirmation. He took a sip of his drink and rewarded the two little guys with a sip.

"She didn't tell anyone because she didn't need any fame." The bartender took a deep breath and finally ended his tirade. Counting the time, she should be here in the next two days. That white tent is near the refugee camp. You can recognize it at a glance when you go there."