The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Enter the palace

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"Why did this kid have to go to the palace? Could it be that he discovered our secret operation?" Seret looked at Roy's retreating back and said, "After entering the palace, I revealed it to that old **** Calanthe... …”

"Serrit, don't always be so dark in your heart," Oaks interrupted his brother's speculation without politeness. "It's because of this suspicious and weird temper that women stay away from you. What's more, before he came to Sintra, , our action has been terminated."

"In short, Roy is one of our own, give him more trust!"

"Stop arguing." Leisuo said in a low voice, "If there were any flaws in your previous actions, you should have been surrounded by soldiers. Instead of sending people to find this kid."

"The specific reason, I guess it's a commission...nobles, royal families, guys with high ambitions and bad looks, they like the look of the kid."

"Let's discuss more pressing matters next," Leisuo's eyes turned to the room, where the thin girl was still lying motionless on the sofa. "This child may be the target of the Wild Hunt, but of course it's just a possibility. How should we deal with her?"

"How about——" Seret raised his palms like a knife and made a gesture of wiping his throat downwards, "Even if it is possible, we must not let the Wild Hunt get her!"

"I said enough is enough for you," Oakes put his hands on his hips and widened his eyes. "You yelled and killed a poor little girl. Do you really think that you are a mutant killer and have no humanity?!"

"Then you should give me an idea!"

"Send her to Arethusa and give her to the sorceress to teach her!" Oaks said plausibly, "The Academy of Magic is no better than the declining Gusweder. If the Wild Hunt dares to invade Arethusa, they probably won't be able to enter the academy. If you take even half a step, you will be blasted to pieces by the group of heavily armed sorceresses using their overwhelming magic."

"What a great idea!" Seret's eyes lit up, "This will make them bite the bullet. We can just wait and watch the show."

"Well, but first we have to ask her for her opinion..." Leisuo turned to the figure on the sofa with burning eyes, her shoulders shaking in an extremely slight arc. "Sylma, I know you are awake..."

The three demon hunters were approaching the girl like beasts. She felt the terrifying aura coming towards her face, her breathing became rapid, her body curled up more and more, and the thick eyelashes between her closed eyes began to tremble.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you..." Lei Suo walked to her and stopped, "Do you still remember what you experienced before?"

"I guess this is not the first time. Maybe you can't even remember how many times - a group of people unscrupulously despised your origin, insulted your appearance, beat your body... This kind of painful and torturous... How long have you lived?"

The girl suddenly held her breath.

The witcher said in a very bewitching tone, "If there is a chance, you can change your appearance, from an ugly duckling to a white swan, with enviable beauty, and the power to punish and retaliate against those despicable people. , are you willing?"

"Are you devils, want to take away my soul?"

Hill quietly opened his eyes, with a trace of fear and a deep hidden desire in his pupils,

"I...what do I need to pay?"

……

The sky is clear and the dazzling sunshine coats the magnificent castle with a golden coat.

Roy stood in front of the main entrance of the Sintra Palace, took a deep breath, calmed down his restless mood, and then walked towards the soldiers holding halberds in front of the door.

"Are you the guy summoned by the Queen?" The soldier looked at him from beginning to end through the slit in his helmet, his eyes passing over his slightly childish face, dark gold pupils, and upright figure.

"Roy, a demon hunter of the Viper School, you are too young...Didn't I say that you all carry swords, your weapons?"

"Can I still bring weapons into the palace?"

The guards searched him carefully again, and after confirming that no dangerous items were hidden, they asked four soldiers to accompany him and move on.

The gate of the castle was twenty feet high and was pushed open by two soldiers. Behind the door was the hall of the castle, which was frighteningly spacious.

A luxurious red carpet was spread in the center of the corridor, and the demon hunter followed the soldiers at a slow pace.

On the gray walls on both sides of him hung precious oil paintings and specimens of deer, tigers, crocodiles and other beasts. Near the wall, there were huge vases and armor booths. The windows that almost reach the ceiling are decorated with light-colored, elegant and dignified patterns.

Of course there are doors. There are wooden doors on the wall that lead to no one knows where. There are so many that it’s mind-numbing. From time to time, servants carrying expensive utensils and some well-dressed nobles came in and out of the door.

The whole castle is like a maze, and it is easy to get lost unless you are familiar with it.

Roy followed the soldier leading the way and turned a little irritably. After an unknown amount of time, after passing a door, his view suddenly opened up, and he entered the open-air garden in the center of the castle from the slightly claustrophobic interior.

"Can you please tell Her Majesty the Queen why she summoned me?"

The soldier didn't answer his words, or even turn his head. His expression was solemn and serious, and Roy didn't take it seriously.

He followed the soldiers to an open space in the middle of the garden.

Surrounded by colorful and blooming flowers, a middle-aged man with a slender sword at his waist, a carefully groomed mustache, and oily hair came over.

"Witcher, please let me wait. I am Henrik, the court swordsman of the Hinterland Palace. I have been ordered by Queen Calanthe to conduct a swordsmanship contest with you."

His eyes were as sharp as a falcon with a trace of hostility, and his tone was angry, as if the witcher had insulted him.

"Your Excellency, we have never met, have we?"

Roy was confused now. He still didn't know why he was summoned to the palace, let alone the inexplicable hostility of the man opposite him.

"I have been working for the palace in recent years, but you have been hanging out with wild beasts and water ghosts in the countryside. Naturally, you have never been masked."

Henrik spoke with disdain and began to adjust his leather gloves. "As for your question... I'm here to test your strength on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen to see if you are really qualified to serve as the princess's swordsmanship instructor!"

Princess? Swordsmanship lessons?

"Ah? So that's it." Roy sorted out his thoughts instantly, "Who recommended me to the queen? Does the princess mean Ciri?"

Roy's mind was spinning. Although he couldn't figure out the specific reason, he couldn't miss this opportunity. Only by contacting Ciri could he further contact Geralt, who was entangled with her fate, and talk to the Wolf School. , began his plan.

"Then please give me a weapon...just a steel sword." Roy stretched out his hand to the side, and a soldier handed over a two-handed steel sword.

"Demon hunter, the sword has no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you later, please forgive me." Henrik squinted his eyes and said calmly.

"That only shows that I am not good at learning." Roy retorted, "Feel free to come over, but in order to thank you for your concern, I will hold back appropriately and let you lose with dignity."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and the two confronting swordsmen pulled out their long swords in unison.

……

On the observation deck on the second floor of the garden, an old man and a young man were surrounded by a group of attendants and guards in the center, secretly observing the situation below.

"Ciri, remember your promise to me. When the witcher loses, you can't lie. Don't make me cry!" Queen Calanthe turned her eyes to the witcher, "This kid He looks different from other demon hunters, but he is still too young, so how can he be Henrik's opponent."

"Hmph!" Beside the queen, a petite girl wearing a pure white princess dress and with delicate features like a doll raised her face high, "My old mother, no matter how young the dragon-slaying warrior is, there is no ordinary person who can match you, so you can Just wait and see the good show! Don’t regret it when the time comes!”

"Damn it! Ciri, pay attention to your identity, don't say such vulgar words!"

The maids behind the two couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

"Look!" Calanthe suddenly excitedly patted the wicker chair, "This is the 'Dragon Slaying Warrior' you have high hopes for? What a joke, the Demon Hunter is nothing more than that!"

The battle on the field presented a one-sided situation.

Henrik holds a slender stabbing sword in his hand, with a calm demeanor and elegant posture. Every swing of the sword gives people a proper feeling, just like the mustache he carefully grooms every day, which is full of ornamental value.

But his hands showed the exact opposite. The young demon hunter fell into a passive position under Henrik's agile and swift stabbing sword.

The whole person was firmly suppressed. Henrik's stabbing sword is not only graceful and neat, but also has a dark and ferocious energy. Every attack accurately stabs the opponent's neck, heart, eyes and other vital points, and the offensive and rhythm are like flowing clouds and flowing water, one wave after another. One wave, never stopping.

Roy was only able to parry and had no power to fight back. Fortunately, his swordsmanship was quite solid and he could defend his sword perfectly during the transition.

However, in the eyes of most onlookers, the defeat of the demon hunter is only a matter of time.

Really?

Roy controlled his body movements and tried his best to pretend to be in a hurry.

If it is too boring to crush the opponent roughly from the beginning, only the reversal can be impressive.

In addition, excessive force may not necessarily be appreciated, but may be seen as a threat.

So he actually "kept his hands appropriately" while observing Henry's rapier swordsmanship that was different from his previous opponents.

After twenty years of practicing swordsmanship, Henrik still has some real talent. Roy's swordsmanship accumulation in just a few months is naturally far inferior to him.

But the attribute gap is too big. The fast sword that Henrik is proud of is too slow in the eyes of the demon hunter!

"This is——" Amidst the sharp friction between the sword tip and the sword spine, the demon hunter once again narrowly avoided the palace swordsman's thrust.

Calanthe couldn't help but cursed, "Bastard Henrik! Haven't you had enough to eat? You're as soft as a pussy! Yes, keep the rhythm, go faster, stab him in the throat, and kill him in one move The enemy, the witcher can't escape!"

Next to her, Xilia nervously waved her white fists and comforted herself, "Well, the 'Dragon Slaying Warrior' is just showing weakness to the enemy. This is a tactic. When the mustache exerts all its strength, it will fight back. Time!"

……

The demon hunter calculated for almost three minutes, and suddenly transformed into a beast that escaped from the fence, lowered his body and rushed towards the opponent, facing the thrust of the sword.

"Wow——" A bright silver sword blade drew a half-moon-shaped arc in the air.

The broadsword and the rapier collided head-on. Before Henrik had time to withdraw the blade, he felt a huge force surge into the tiger's mouth. His body went numb, and the weapon came out of his hand.

The next second, a flashing sword blade was stuck in his neck. Henrik lowered his head, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible.

"I lost."

Everyone around was as silent as a cicada.

“That’s unreasonable!”

Queen Calanthe stood up angrily~IndoMTL.com~ and turned around and left!

"Well done, Witcher." Ciri jumped up without any hint of princess-like style, excitedly waving her palms towards the garden below, and the Witcher instantly turned his head at the crisp call.

Two pairs of eyes of different colors, one large and one small, met in mid-air.

"Could it be——" The demon hunter's heart moved. The short-legged, short-handed, fleshy little **** the observation deck is Ciri?

Even though she has picturesque features and is an obvious beauty, it cannot hide the fact that she is definitely less than ten years old!

"Then Ciri should be eight years old this year."

Now I can’t see the dashing royal sister look like in the future at all, and she is not the “ugly girl” as rumored.

"Giggle..." At this time, Shiri above looked at Roy's dazed look, and couldn't help but cover her little mouth and laugh twice,

"Goodbye, 'Dragon Slayer Warrior'!"