The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Barony
In the morning, the sky was overcast and gray, and the air was extremely humid.
Because they had to take care of the wounded, the witchers advanced slowly, but they still managed to enter the territory of Barony La Valette before noon.
Roy has not been idle in the past three days. His rib injury has not healed and he cannot exercise strenuously, so he concentrates on studying crossbow shooting skills. He also searched the bottom of the space for the archery experience given by Reagan Dahlberg at Carbon Mountain, and turned it over and over again. View and summarize.
In the past year, the uninterrupted training has finally been sublimated. Wrath Specialization quietly broke through and became the second skill to reach level 2 after alchemy, and it was purely through hard work.
Crossbow Specialization lv2: After thousands of shootings, you have further mastered the use of long-range weapons such as crossbows and crossbows. When using similar weapons, your shooting accuracy, effective range, and penetration will all be improved by hundreds. Bonus of 5/5 → 10.
You can actively activate this ability, and the bonus effect will be doubled, but the physical energy consumption will also be doubled, and your own movement speed will be halved. This state will last for at least 30 seconds. )
The young demon hunter lay on the back of the brown horse, staring at the undulating horizon in the distance with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The hand crossbow is a vital part of his combat system, affecting the power of flashing and guiding arrows. As crossbow specialization increases, his overall strength will also benefit.
There is still a slight difference between this kind of improvement over time and the direct use of skill points - every small step is covered with sweat and has a greater sense of accomplishment!
"The next skill to improve, well, should be long sword specialization!"
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The Barony of La Valetti is the fief of the La Valetti family in Temeria. It is located directly north of the kingdom and is located on the south bank of the Pontal River, next to the white bridge across the river. Just across the bridge is Redania, which is much easier and faster than crossing the river on some shabby and rickety barge.
The La Valetti family has been running the barony for generations, controlling the trade routes and river crossing points in the entire surrounding area. After the family's continuous expansion, this territory has become the largest and strongest barrier in northern Temeria.
"Have you ever been to the city of La Valette?" Friius walked on the bumpy country road and looked into the distance, looking across the quiet villages and the vibrant farmland.
Peas, lettuce, bitter melon, onions, tomatoes and other crops are planted on the ground, and they are growing well. Different from the barren land of Willen, farmers in La Valedi can still harvest enough fields to make a living even without the acorn oil given by the Lady of the Forest.
The bald man shook his head, "What's so special about that place?"
"I thought Vizima was the most impressive land in Temeria...until I entered Lavalet Castle, a huge town and fortress that was in no way inferior to any northern country in terms of size. The capital of the capital," Furius said, shaking his head, "Forget it, it's boring to say it, it's more appropriate to wait for you to witness it with your own eyes."
The witcher quickened his pace, and soon a heavy rain came.
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Suburban village, chicken coop tavern.
With the sound of scratching the wooden boards, five slightly wet demon hunters poured into the tavern one after another and sat side by side in front of the bar.
On the far left is Leso, the tallest boy. To the right are Oaks, Seret, Flius, and Roy. On the far right is Karl, the petite boy.
Viewed from the back, they are arranged from left to right and from high to low. The six heads are like a row of stretching mountains, which has a different kind of beauty.
"Boss, five glasses of Vizima stout!" Leisuo knocked on the table and looked around. This tavern exactly matched its name, it was narrow, dark, damp, and dirty.
It's like a chicken coop magnified a thousand times.
At this moment, there are about a dozen customers drinking and dining in the corner. Some of them are local villagers in coarse linen clothes, as well as businessmen and travelers from other places who are tired of their travels.
The witcher, who carries two swords on his back and has a very special appearance and temperament, attracts everyone's attention as soon as he enters the tavern.
The sound of chatting stopped, and strange eyes swept across, but quickly turned away.
However, the sensitive demon hunter still noticed that there was one person whose eyes were not very friendly, with a hint of disgust.
"God, open your eyes. When did these freaks start acting together? They also brought a boy with them, kidnapped from who knows which poor farmer's family... He is skinny and must have been tortured. ."
The witcher clearly heard the low-pitched mutterings of the fleshy-faced guy, but his expression remained as usual without any reaction. If someone slanders them, they will take action. They are exhausted.
"What else would you like to have with your beer?" The middle-aged man who was the bartender and owner finished his drink and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner with his chin propped up. The hour hand pointed to twelve, which was lunch time.
"Six more grilled fish and smoked pork..." Reso said.
"Plus a glass of apple juice..." Roy added, "I don't want to drink right now, including beer..."
"You can't waste it if you don't drink it!" Oaks gently pushed the beer in front of Roy, and the cup slid to the right from the bar, and slid right in front of Carl.
The huge cylindrical beer glass was filled with dark liquid, with a layer of snow-white foam on the surface, exuding a slightly sweet and mellow malt aroma. Carl couldn't help but squint his eyes after smelling it, looking slightly tipsy. status.
And the two-pint beer glass was bigger than the boy's head.
"Little brat, this is the first time we have a serious meal. We have to go through the formalities and follow the rules of the witcher. After drinking this glass of wine, we will be good brothers from now on."
This time, Seret was not scolding his brother, but just watched quietly.
"Uh..." The boy swallowed and looked at his mentor for help.
Flius took off his sunglasses, and his gray-green pupils flashed a cold light at the hooded demon hunter, "Ox, who gave you the courage to bully my disciples..."
"Don't get me wrong," Oakes said seriously, "I'm helping Carl... exercise this brat's tolerance in advance and lay the foundation for the future grass trial. You should understand that the taste of grass decoction is worse than beer. There are so many!”
"Besides, Carl is eight years old, right? What's wrong with a little man drinking some beer?" Oakes said exaggeratedly, patting his chest, "I think I was four or five years old when I first drank?"
"Oakes, you are just talking nonsense... You are clearly seeking revenge for losing to me in the swordsmanship competition. You did not dare to cause trouble for me, so you bullied my disciples." Fulius said firmly, "Come at me if you have anything! Anyway, I said I would give you a few beatings!"
"That's what I've been waiting for," Oakes curled his lips and said provocatively, "In this place, do you dare to compare your drinking capacity with me?" As he spoke, he raised a huge beer glass towards the cat-sect witcher. .
"Ochs, I originally wanted to save some face for you... Now that I have lost my swordsmanship, let's drink... I will let you understand today what it means to be completely defeated!"
The two pairs of vertical pupils intertwined, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
Roy covered his face and sighed, ruffled the boy's hair and gave him some apple juice.
"Leave these two drunkards alone...we drink ours..."
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"Boss, your craftsmanship is quite good..." Roy chewed the smoked pork. The light spiciness and complex spices stimulated the taste buds, forming a unique and wonderful experience.
He squinted his eyes, and in the slits of his eyes, the boss's fat figure was bathed in the dim light, becoming blurry and weird.
But when his dark gold pupils shrank, everything returned to normal.
"Thank you for the compliment!" The middle-aged man touched his round belly and smiled, "It's not Old Barton's boasting. Apart from the wine, my shop specializes in smoked pork and has the most repeat customers, some from far away. We will even come here in a carriage just to have a good time."
"Well...this rare delicacy does have the magic power to make people anxious...I am no exception."
Old Barton smiled with orange peel on his face and couldn't help but become interested in chatting.
"Looking at how they are dressed, are they mercenaries from other places?"
"Mercenaries?" Roy shook his head, took out the Snake Pie pendant from his chest and showed it to the boss, "We are Snake Pie demon hunters... and we have a brother from the Cat Pie."
"Oh, a demon hunter, wandering around with no fixed abode, superb skills, killing monsters..." Old Barton read a few lines like an opera, and his attitude was actually a bit affectionate.
"Are you not afraid at all?"
"The demon hunter is not scary, the scary thing is the human heart." Old Barton's dark pupils were as deep as the sea, "I have been running a tavern for more than ten years, and I have seen many customers coming from all over the world. I know it very well. Demon hunters are more disciplined than ordinary people... As for the rumors about the chaos in the countryside, about witchers who like to kidnap children, gorge themselves with blood, and kill people... most of them are nonsense. I have seen people with ordinary appearances and identities. Human beings are actually more evil at heart than these rumors describe!"
Roy couldn't help but look deeply at Old Barton, as if a boss of a small suburban place had such knowledge, and suddenly felt that Old Barton's round, fat, rough face became much more pleasing to the eye.
"Speaking of which, for several master witchers, the territory of Lao La Valetti is indeed a good place. The city has a large population, a mixture of fish and dragons, and there are various thorny problems, which also means a large number of people. Commission..."
"We are not here to receive a commission." Roy heard an exaggerated shouting and turned around to see that at some point, Leisuo and Seret had also joined the drinking party.
The four demon hunters enthusiastically encouraged each other to drink.
Even Karl was not spared. He was given a few gulps of wine, his face turned red and he blew bubbles from his nose in a daze.
The guests in the hall seemed to be affected by the fanatical atmosphere, making loud noises and drinking heavily.
"We plan to stay in La Valedi's territory for a while, and then enter Redania through the White Bridge." Roy said matter-of-factly, taking another bite of smoked pork, his face was intoxicated, and he seemed to even The rib injuries are no longer so painful.
"Unfortunately, the White Bridge may not be open in the short term." Old Barton poured a bucket of cold water on the demon hunter.
Roy's heart trembled, "What's going on?"
"Witchers, you need to understand the specific situation yourself. I don't dare to bite the tongue of my lord behind his back. If someone reports me, I will be hanged!"
"Aha! My lady...dearest Louisa..." A villager suddenly stood up from his chair ~IndoMTL.com~ raised his wine glass and shook his head with a mouth full of wine, "I'm not good enough for you, am I? ? Why are you having an affair with someone else behind my back?!"
"Dear Barron, I know you love me, but you are too old to satisfy my desire as a wife..." The companion opposite him stood up and said in a deliberately high voice, pinching With orchid fingers, she obviously imitated a woman, "And, and I want to try what it's like to be a queen!"
"Get out of here!" Old Barton suddenly threw a cup to the ground, waking up the two drunkards. "You know what you are talking about? Are you looking for death?"
The two drunkards were stunned for a long time, then they glanced at the guests in the hall in panic, as if they were waking up from a dream, and hurriedly fled the tavern.
"Hey! These two **** haven't paid yet! Forget it, I'll leave the account to you!" Old Barton sighed and turned to everyone, "Sorry for disturbing the guests' enjoyment. These two This guy is a bad drinker. He likes to talk nonsense when he's drunk. Don't take it to heart..."
Roy nodded indifferently, but thought about the two familiar names in his mind, "Louissa La Valedi...Baron La Valedi..."
Aren't they the current ladies and lords of the barony?
The young demon hunter felt an extremely disharmonious feeling. What was wrong? !
"This kind of scandal has actually reached the point where everyone knows about it?"