The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Reunion
Ta, tap, tap...
The crisp sound of footsteps.
A pair of iguana skin black high heels stepped on the long street paved with bluestones.
A gorgeous woman walked out of a two-story building in Geldof District, wearing a pure black lace gauze skirt, decorated with foam-like lace frills, clinging to her body, showing her floating Convex and graceful curves.
The biting morning breeze blowing from the sea in the west caresses her fiery red hair shawl, and the hair slaps her jade-like smooth and slightly haggard cheeks wantonly.
She moved forward gracefully and quickly.
The obsidian amulet and pearl necklace on the chest reflect a faint golden light in the warm spring sunshine.
The flower shops on the street, the merchants and hawkers in the grocery stores, and the passers-by all paid attention to her, with stunning gleams in their eyes.
However, she ignored it and walked through the bustling long street with people coming and going. Her slender eyebrows were lightly frowned, her blue eyes were empty and blank, and she exuded a lonely temperament stripped away from the world. It is filled with a touch of melancholy, which is incompatible with the surrounding scene full of vitality and vitality.
She headed north along the business district and stepped onto the sturdy and luxurious bridge leading to Temple Island.
The scenery on the bridge has always been beautiful. You can not only admire the neat red-brick and green-tiled houses in the business district, but also the splendid Eternal Fire Temple on Temple Island. You can also look down at the boundless blue sea and the sea surface. Reflections of sailing ships, rising sun and sunset.
But today is different from the past. There were four or five more beggars beside the bridge.
Originally, the Beggar King’s men would only beg in sparsely populated streets and alleys.
They dare not set foot in the prosperous place of Nuo City, otherwise, the guards of the eternal fire in the city will teach them the rules.
However, today, the old, weak, women and children were kneeling there, with stooped and skinny bodies. It was obvious that they had not had a full meal for a long time.
"Well done! Masters and madams!" A middle-aged woman with yellow mud on her face and ragged clothes saw her passing by and kept kowtowing to the ground. Amidst the popping sound, her forehead appeared. Clear red marks, faint traces of blood.
The voice was weak and hoarse, as if he was about to die at any moment.
"Give me some money, we are starving to death!"
Seeing that the woman's expression remained unchanged, she started shouting again at the top of her lungs,
"The beasts of Nilfgaard have invaded our country! They have robbed our houses and property and killed our relatives. Have mercy on us!"
"Goddess Freya, eternal fire, have mercy on the suffering people of Sintra!"
The woman took a deep breath, the sadness on her face flashed away, and she couldn't help but hold her chest.
Speaking of which, he also disappeared there and his whereabouts are still unknown!
The woman kept walking, but her delicate hands were lightly and covertly outlined in the air. The huge string of pearls on her chest shone with colorful magical light.
Ding dong!
The expressions of the five beggars who were kneeling and begging suddenly froze, and a few yellow crowns suddenly appeared in the open space in front of them.
Ecstasy overwhelms them!
"The eternal fire appears!"
"Goddess Freya is merciful!"
The five people picked up the coins and immediately rushed madly to the slums to buy food!
The porridge, soup, and water provided by the Eternal Fire Church can float on the plate, but they cannot fill an empty belly!
……
The woman stayed for a moment outside the Temple of Eternal Fire. As far as she could see, under the beams and pillars, beside the fountain pool, and between the circular squares, there were all low and dilapidated tents, in which people from Sintra lived. refugees coming.
On the advice of Magistrate Chapelle and Collector Gawain, Novigrad and other northern countries generally mercifully resettled some of the refugees who had come from afar.
Unfortunately, it is a drop in the bucket, and more Sintra people are still displaced in the north.
……
Under the Temple Island, behind a long and narrow **** covered with grass, there was a dark and hidden cave. In front of the innermost wall, the woman waved her hand, and the wall immediately dispersed like foam, revealing a corridor lined with braziers burning quietly.
She walked into the corridor, dispelling various mechanisms and illusions from time to time. During the process, she passed by a dry fountain pool, reached out to caress a pet, and gently patted a gargoyle guard who was as still as a statue.
She walked into a laboratory.
It is brightly lit and spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people; it has a rigorous layout with clearly defined living areas, experimental areas, and material areas; it is well-equipped with various types of containers, operating tables, and cooking furnaces.
The two researchers reflected in the blue eyes.
A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a dirty and slimy goatee on his chin.
The man's too-small eyes were bloodshot and had two thick dark circles.
At this moment, he was slapping the back of his head with an annoyed expression.
Beside him was a woman with long reddish-brown hair tied back, a playful and cute sorceress, her beautiful cornflower blue eyes flashing with confusion.
"Triss, Kalkstein," Rita Nied's nervous voice sounded, like a patient waiting for the doctor's test results, "Is there any progress yesterday?"
"Sorry...Coral," Ms. Merigold lowered her head in shame and rubbed her clothes with her hands, "I can't remember! My impression of what happened in Sintra Castle is very vague and vague...I only remember Several cloaked men surrounded Roy, and then they started fighting for some reason. What did they say during the period? I can't remember it at all, this part of the memory seems to have been completely deleted!"
"Ms. Rita, don't worry, Triss's amnesia symptoms are not simple." The alchemist stroked his beard and shook his head, "It is by no means a simple suggestive magic. She was also fed some kind of special drug... which made it worse. The effect of amnesia. In my opinion, it is impossible for her to regain her memory in a short time."
"But Roy, can you still wait?" Rita Nied suddenly slumped back and sat on a row of benches, her fingers unconsciously tightening the hem of her skirt, "It's been two months...nothing at all. There are no clues, and the research has basically made no progress."
In two months, Rita Nied went from being confident, to being nervous and crazy, to having lost hope, and now she is beginning to despair.
"If he is really alive, why didn't he ask Gorfin to help deliver a message? All divination failed to work on him! The shapeshifters Gawain and Chapelle sent out a large number of people and went through countless channels, but they couldn't find him. His whereabouts."
She complained angrily into the air,
"Don't he know how many people here are thinking of him, waiting for him, and worried about him?"
Triss trembled when she heard this, pursed her red lips, and showed a timid expression on her delicate and pretty face.
Then he shook his head in consolation, walked up to the sorceress, grabbed her hand, and looked at her haggard face.
"Believe me, he must still be alive somewhere!"
After getting along with each other during this period and working together on experiments, Triss's attitude quietly changed.
From the beginning, I was fearful of this domineering, cold-hearted sorceress who spoke harshly to me, but gradually developed recognition and compassion.
It must be said that Rita Nieder's concern for that person was beyond Triss's expectation.
It seems to occupy her heart all the time, and she often has no sleep for it.
This is completely different from the colleagues Tris remembered who changed partners within ten and a half months.
In comparison, my own dazzling emotions caused by physical impulse and gratitude seemed simple and childish.
Only women can understand women.
Triss gradually found the knack of getting along with each other. As long as she didn't show too much concern for her man, there was no problem.
"If that group of people were going to be detrimental to Roy, why not simply kill me and instead work hard to clear my memory? They used such a roundabout method because they must have other plans for Roy, and they didn't want to show off! ”
"Roy must be in control now and unable to contact us."
Rita Nieder,
"I hope so."
"Two ladies, tell me, don't be obsessed with a young boy all day long. How can a man compare with sophisticated experiments and endless knowledge?" Kalkstein said with spittle, "Magic. Mystery is the final destination of a warlock!"
"The love between men and women and physical stimulation are just condiments!"
"You have finally gained some professional qualities and attitudes during this period, and you should focus on doing experiments with me in a down-to-earth manner!"
Suddenly, the two sorceresses looked askance at the alchemist, their eyes flashing with disdain and contempt.
"Stop your shameful contempt! Don't look at me like that. Is being single a sin?" Kalkstein was angry at first, then shook his head and laughed,
"Okay, I was joking just now. Roy deserves your favor. He is young and vigorous, and will never abandon such a beautiful partner. Believe it or not, he will be back soon?" The alchemist said nothing He made random guesses irresponsibly, "Maybe you can bring us some surprise gifts or something."
The pretty faces of the two ladies looked slightly brighter.
"Now, don't just talk about Roy, how did the four children behave yesterday?" The alchemist asked expectantly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Rita Nied's eyes became brighter after hearing this,
"They are very healthy, and the grass trial was very successful! I have to say that the grass decoction we improved based on snakes, wolves, and flying lion monsters is safer than the orthodox decoction. The only disadvantage is that the mutation effect is better than the traditional decoction. The grass decoction is 20% to 30% weaker. The qualities of the four reserve demon hunters after the mutation are inferior to Karl."
The three of them have tried their best.
After all, dozens of warlocks spent hundreds of years in the past researching and shaping the grass decoction, and they had only cooperated for one year, so the degree of optimization and transformation was limited.
To ensure security, some effects have to be discarded.
"But all four children survived the crisis safely. This is the biggest breakthrough! We didn't see those stinky men, and our expressions were like looking at gods!"
Hearing this, the alchemist once again pulled out a hair from the sparse Mediterranean Sea.
Why do women always like to affect innocent people?
"Now in the entire Gawain House, there are more than 16 witchers who have passed the Green Grass Trial, among which Leiso, Lambert, and Cohen have passed the second mutation. This is a miracle, do you know? If Roy saw it..."
"If that kid knows, he will definitely reward you!" The alchemist quickly changed the subject. He was almost physically sick after hearing this name all the time. "You mentioned Cohen just now. That guy last time Didn't he have to participate in the Battle of Sodden Mountain? Did he survive?"
After Nilfgaard captured the city of Sintra, the gryphon sect demon hunters who believed in chivalry finally couldn't hold back their excitement when they saw the Nilfgaards continuing to cross the Yaruga River north, invading the land of Soden, and massacring the people of the north. Hot blooded.
Whimsically going to Vizima to join the army and fight against the Nilfgaardian invaders.
Probably also intends to find the whereabouts of the Griffin Sect's Grand Master Elan during this fierce battle.
The other demon hunters forcibly gave Arkhamtom to Cohen as his personal disciple before he gave up the idea.
After all, Cohen is not Roy.
You don’t have the ability to appear and disappear on the battlefield!
"Fortunately he didn't go," Triss said with a hint of fear on her face, "otherwise there is a high probability that he would not be able to come back."
One month ago.
The Battle of Sodden Mountain, which shocked the whole world, broke out just as Roy predicted.
Only five months ahead of schedule.
After the Nilfgaardian army captured the city of Sintra, they worked non-stop and with lightning speed, defeated the small coalition forces on the south bank of the Yaruga River and occupied Upper Soden!
The northern countries, including Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, and Aedirn, were well prepared and formed a powerful coalition at an alarming speed.
Sniped at Nilfgaard who attempted to cross north at Soden Mountain.
This battle was the most intense in the past hundred years, with more than 100,000 soldiers participating.
The armies of both sides fought for several days and nights on the Soudan Mountain, leaving corpses all over the mountains and plains.
The battlefield is surrounded by thousands of miles of red land and desolate life.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank Roy..." Tris pinched her hair and looked sad, "I escaped this disaster when he persuaded me not to go to Soden Mountain. Otherwise, I might have lost my life with Fannie. The same as becoming one of the eight people on the hill."
He also saved himself twice.
Triss felt extremely short-changed.
"What a coincidence, he also advised me so. For this reason, I took a two-year leave from Aretuza and the Warlock Brotherhood to avoid the war." Rita Nied smiled nostalgically, "Let's Both were victims of the Battle of Soden Mountain predicted by him."
There is a hint of excitement in the lazy voice,
"But the fourteen people on the Hill who died fighting for the north in his prophecy became the Eight on the Hill!"
"In addition to the two of us, there are four northern colleagues who escaped the tragic fate."
The coalition forces suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of Sodden Mountain. It was rumored that the blood on the mountain flowed into the Yaruga River, and the water surface continued to turn red for half a month.
While the northern and southern armies were fighting, a large number of spellcasters joined the battle and fought to the death on the top of Mount Sol.
But five of Nilfgaard's warlocks were killed in the Manada Valley. They were at a numerical disadvantage, which indirectly doomed their fate.
At last count, the Brotherhood of Northern Warlocks had lost eight members.
In order to commemorate these heroic warlocks, the people of the north named the hill where their bones were buried as Eight People Mountain.
And sixteen Nilfgaardian spellcasters died.
The triumphant return of the northern spellcasters gave the coalition a final chance of victory. After leaving more than 20,000 corpses behind, the arrogant black-armored army retreated to a position south of the Yaruga River.
……
Both the North and the South were severely damaged in this battle, and the war completely ceased.
Today only a small group of troops are left wandering in the area from Alto Soudon to Sintra, but they are no longer a commonplace.
"The south will not launch another attack in the short term..." Coral's pretty face showed a hint of relief, "Probably soon, the two sides will sign an armistice agreement."
Triss sighed again in relief, feeling a twinge of guilt in her heart.
The home was invaded.
But she was trapped in Novigrad and tried every means to restore her memory and find Roy's whereabouts.
And thus escaped disaster.
This is a betrayal of her duties as royal advisor.
For unknown reasons, she did not contact the Warlock Brotherhood or the Royal Council of Vizima during this period,
Foltest, Keira Metz, Fecat, may have thought she died in Sintra.
Triss still doesn’t know how to explain it.
……
"Speaking of which, since I have survived the catastrophe of Sodden Mountain that Roy predicted was inevitable..." The coral blue fingertips smoothed her hair, and a trace of thought flashed in her blue eyes, "This means that I can End the retreat early and return to the Warlock Brotherhood..."
"Seek help from the mages and find Roy!"
"I suggest not to act rashly!" Kalkstein shook the glass bottle filled with green solution in his hand, and bubbles bubbled up in the bottle. "What if the person who took the kid away happened to be from the Warlock Brotherhood? You Isn't this the same as alerting the enemy? It also leaks the entire Gawain family!"
"Why do you think so? Which warlock do you think can do it?" Coral's eyes shone coldly.
"For example, Wilgefortz of Logoeven, if you look at the cleverness of his methods, he is a bit suspicious! Yes, he is fully capable of taking that kid away quietly!"
Coral looked directly at the alchemist and asked, "Roy and Viggo Fortz have nothing to do with each other, which makes no sense at all. However, Viggo has been very popular recently."
Wilgefortz is a powerful mage from the north. He is young, handsome, gifted, and has unfathomable power. He has mastered countless powerful spells. He is currently a member of the Wizarding Council, the governing body of the Brotherhood.
It was he who initially initiated and brokered the formation of the Brotherhood's reinforcements, leading the northern warlocks to defeat the Nilfgaardian warlocks.
After this battle, his reputation in the northern magic world was unparalleled.
It can be said that this guy was the one who benefited the most from the entire battle on Soden Mountain.
But after all, he risked his life to participate in the battle!
"It would be extremely difficult to find Roy without the help of the warlocks' information channels." Coral frowned, her expression tangled.
"Ms. Rita, please wait for another month. I believe Roy, don't you always say that he is good at creating miracles? His predictions are so accurate. Maybe he has predicted what will happen to him and has a way out." The alchemist objected. , "Two months is neither short nor long..."
"Don't worry all day long... There is a saying that a woman who is afraid will grow old easily!"
"Sometimes I want to do something happy and happy, take a look at the children of Gawain House, and take care of the botanical garden. Keep the house safe for Roy!"
Rita Nied held the pearl necklace on her chest silently.
That was the first gift he gave.
The alchemist smiled upon seeing this and handed the glass bottle filled with green liquid to Triss, "Drink it and see if you can remember more!"
"Yeah!"
……
Time flies, from morning to late at night.
A shooting star streaked across the night sky above Novigrad, bringing a moment of surprise to the dark sky bordered by silver ribbons.
Rita Nied was walking home in the Geldof district when she suddenly closed her eyes, held her hands on her chest, and whispered to the shooting stars, her voice trembling.
Bless the little villain for his safe return, I am willing to suffer for you!
No, I would like to be a hundred years old!
After making her wish, Rita sighed quietly, and her sigh flew into the night.
She has never believed in this fleeting meteor. This is a trap only those ignorant little girls and boys fall into.
But in the past two months, she has become childish! .
The sound of tired footsteps leaves the night behind.
Rita Nied walked into the second floor of the small western-style building along the inclined staircase outside the building.
After the applause, the lotus-shaped magic lamp hanging from the ceiling was turned on, illuminating a spacious and luxurious room.
There are many cosmetics on the dressing table, an oversized wardrobe, storage boxes, and a purple bed covered with velvet blankets and hung with translucent bead curtains.
"Pfft..."
She kicked off her high heels, opened her hands and took two steps forward. Her graceful body sank into the bed, and her face was buried in the neatly folded quilt.
"Well..."
The woman suddenly turned her pretty face sideways, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, and the fingertips that were sunk into the bed were placed in front of her nose and sniffed.
"Crazy, crazy! You can actually smell him."
How is this possible after we have been alone in the empty house for two months?
Even if I think about him again, I won’t think of him as insane!
"Maybe Kalkstein is right, it's time for me to calm down!"
However, the more she comforted herself, the more Rita Nieder tossed and turned, rolling her body left and right against the bed, trying to calm her restless mood.
At a certain moment, when she was lying on her back, her eyes suddenly widened, her face as cold as ice,
"No, I didn't fold the quilt when I left!"
"Do it again!" A weak sigh came from under the bed.
Bang!
She made a prompt decision, surging magic power spurted out from her slender fingertips, and the bed exploded instantly!
"Huhu—"
Suddenly, a strange magical power enveloped half of the room.
Time starts from now and goes backwards in an instant!
The white velvet that spread to half of the room and was flying all over the sky was picked back piece by piece by countless masterful hands called time, and was reassembled into a complete and soft bed.
Everything is back to where it started,
The room returned to tranquility.
It seems that all the turmoil just now was just an illusion.
A daze flashed through the blue eyes of the beauty on the bed. She noticed something was wrong, but couldn't remember it. Then, a smell that was so familiar to her soul attracted her attention.
She moved her nose again, muttering and laughing at herself,
"Crazy, crazy! You can actually smell him."
How is this possible after we have been alone in the empty house for two months?
"Meow—" This time was different from last time. A heart-wrenching meow came from outside the window at the right time. Rita Nied walked straight over with bare feet. Beside the window sill, there were several pots Among the fragrant and brilliantly blooming purple roses, a chubby orange cat was meowing at her.
"Gee, although spring has arrived, you are so young, do you know what it feels like?" Women are naturally irresistible to cute things. Rita felt relieved and gently picked up the cat from the flowers. , his eyes condensed.
A letter and a delicate rose were exposed from the area covered by the orange cat's belly. ~IndoMTL.com~ Meow!
The orange cat broke away from her soft embrace and jumped to the window sill. His tail swayed slightly and his flesh claws pointed in that direction, urging her to continue, just like an experienced wingman.
Rita Nied raised her head and looked into the night. The dim stars seemed to suddenly emit thousands of rays of light, illuminating her dark and cold chest.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly and her fingertips trembled as she took the rose and envelope.
"I didn't have time to say goodbye to you,
But I turned around and was busy wiping away the tears that were quietly falling,"
The handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is familiar and moving.
"When I leave involuntarily
I hurriedly calculated the return date
Although the separation was only two months
But it makes me upset and restless
Like I forgot something, like I lost something”
It seems like something is missing..."
Clear tears filled her blue eyes. She felt the heat coming from behind her, and her body became weak and fell backwards as if she was drunk.
She fell into a warm, firm chest.
If this is a sweet dream.
Then let me lie down a little longer.
As she thought this, a familiar voice whispered in her ear...
"In a foreign land, I have only one wish."
"Just like this, embracing you."
A pair of arms came from behind and hugged her waist tightly,
His lips touched her neck lightly, and he breathed out hot breath.
"Just like this, we fell into the black abyss together."
A sudden gust of cold wind blew through the window, causing her passionate red hair to slap the nose, eyes and lips of the person behind her.
She turned her face back.
The eyes that shrouded the dreamy face were just like in her memory, but with something different, which made her heart flutter and she couldn't help herself.
"I'm back, Coral."
Roy smiled tenderly at her and picked her up like a princess!