The Divine Hunter Chapter 13: Challenge
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"Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to trade with me?" Gaunt O'Dimm stared at the demon hunter with cold eyes, like a spider that has compiled a nest and is waiting for its prey to fall into its web.
"When I think about being entangled with you in the future, I can't sleep or eat well." Roy shook his head and said with disgust, "So I have to find a way to get rid of you once and for all - I Want to make a bet with you?"
When Roy said this, his mood was very complicated, including the fear of pretending to be calm and the excitement of adrenaline surge.
Betting with the Mirror Master is tantamount to making a deal with the devil. No matter how fanciful this guy's words are and how great his wishes can be realized, it is nothing compared to the reward he finally takes away - his soul.
What's more, the lady in the lake has pointed out the mystery of his soul and understands its irreplaceability.
Who knows what the Mirror Master will do with the contractor's soul? Swallowing and absorbing, or is it really an "interesting" trip as he described?
Roy didn't want to try and should have refused decisively.
But Gunter Odim specifically mentioned his friends and family, the old Moore couple in Novigrad.
He really wanted to be free and independent, but he couldn't do it. Only the strong could be free from restraints.
Instead of passively evading and letting the people you care about fall into a huge crisis, it is better to take the initiative.
The loser gets nothing, the winner takes all!
"Mirror Master, Gaunt O'Dimm, do you dare to make a bet with me? If you win, you can take away the bet, my soul."
"Wow, bet, challenge? This is the first time I have heard such a request in the past thirty years. Brave boy, is this your request?"
"If I win - first of all, I need the complete process of the Demon Hunter Trial of the Flying Lion School, including the grass decoction formula, the steps of mutation and transformation, etc., and secondly, give me an effective set of Plan to strengthen the ancient blood in the body."
Roy has always been worried that the power and treasures he asks directly from Odim can be taken back at any time, but if the road to power...if he puts in the corresponding efforts, it will truly belong to him.
"Wait a moment." As soon as he finished speaking, Mirror Master's figure suddenly disappeared into the air like smoke blown away by the wind.
Only a yellowish afterimage remains.
Roy's eyes narrowed and his mouth opened slightly.
What is going on, teleportation?
Two seconds later, he appeared again with an apologetic smile, "I've been waiting for a long time. The blood of the ancients is a bit troublesome. It took a lot of thought, but I finally solved it. These two requirements are okay, are there any more? ?"
Roy stared at Mirror Master's dark pupils, took a deep breath and suppressed his heart palpitations,
"If I am lucky enough to win a round, please leave this world and never come back again, nor can you use any power to corrode or touch it!"
"Sorry, man!" Gunter O'Dimm suddenly interrupted the witcher's words, with a sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you think the request is too much? I admit that you are a good customer. But it is not the only choice. The world is full of people driven by desire, too many to count..."
He sarcastically said, "Abandoning an entire forest to cut down a tree, an entire garden to pick a flower? Abandoning countless potential customers and risking self-exile for a unique soul? No way!"
Gunt O'Dimm stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of the demon hunter, his attitude of rejection was quite clear.
"You just said that you would fulfill all my wishes, but you regretted it so soon?"
"But I never mentioned that bargaining is not allowed. This is an important process in business negotiations." Gunter O'Dimm explained happily, "The amount of chips you have is how much your soul is worth. At present, your The request has exceeded the chip limit, and I cannot make a contract on this."
The demon hunter looked at him silently. After a moment, seeing the other person's firm attitude, he sighed in his heart and retreated to the next best option.
"How about this? Master Mirror, let me change the conditions and set a time limit for this exile journey. It does not require forever..." Roy pondered for a moment, "If I win the bet, you will leave within a hundred years. This world will not make deals with me, my relatives and friends!"
One hundred years is enough for his relatives to live for a lifetime, and most people he knows will not survive that time...
In addition, if he is still alive in a hundred years, he will probably have grown up enough to compete with the mysterious man in front of him.
Gante O'Dimm rubbed his chin and considered it quietly, but did not express his position immediately.
"The soul of the demon hunter, plus the soul of Arian..." Mirror Master caressed the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and then nodded, "The conditions must be changed... If I lose, it will take more than a hundred years - You will never take the initiative to contact the people you care about. These can be written into the agreement. But leaving this world is absolutely impossible."
"As for you, you have ten years of 'rest time'... during which you will not be harassed by me or other 'businessmen'."
"Ten years?"
Roy rubbed his temples and fell into deep thought. He took all the risks on his own. In just ten years, would he be able to grow enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gunter O'Dimm?
But the people he values are finally far away from the fatal temptation.
"I have an additional condition..."
"Witcher, this is not how business should be discussed!"
"My soul is so cheap? What's more, you said that bargaining is an important process in business negotiations." Roy insisted, "I took a step back. Now it's your turn to compromise, Odim, otherwise the previous negotiations All invalid!"
"Then let's talk about it, but you have to be careful. You should have an appropriate standard in your heart," the Mirror Master compromised, "Don't go too far beyond this standard."
Roy glanced at the young man on the bed and said, "Arian must be included in the bet. If you lose the bet, before you leave this world, you must give up the child's contract and let him return to normal."
"As you wish, 'Good Samaritan.'"
Odim nodded with satisfaction, and his smile became brighter, "Now we have basically reached a consensus. Let's talk about it, what are you going to play with me, Gwent?"
"No, I'm ready for a challenge. You should know from observing me that I am good at completing various difficult commissions and tasks. Please assign tasks to me." Roy tried his best to restrain his trembling voice, "Of course, your task cannot be beyond the scope of my ability... You cannot let a trout swim in the flames, or let me dive into the deep sea to hunt whales, fly up to the sky and pick off the stars and the moon. You have to ensure the possibility of completing the task. !"
"You have so many demands..." The man lowered his face and thought for a while, "But I promise you, after all, the challenge that is destined to fail is too boring..."
"Now, let's make a contract..." Odim waved his hand to the witcher casually, golden flames suddenly ignited in the air, and a piece of yellowed parchment came out and fell lightly to Luo Yi's palm.
At the same time, Master Mirror slowly moved his fingers, and rows of clear handwriting gradually appeared on the parchment as he moved. All the details about the bet were written in four different languages, including the ancient language, the common script of the North, and a tadpole-shaped script that the witcher had never learned.
It's amazing. He doesn't know every word, but he can understand it when they are put into a sentence.
"Devil, or the writing of gods?"
Finally, there is a type of writing that Roy is very familiar with, from another world - Chinese characters.
What does this mean?
This contract comes at the cost of one’s soul.
"Have you gained insight into my essence?"
"Friendly reminder, look carefully, Demon Hunter, don't miss a word. Otherwise, you will regret it later and tarnish a wonderful transaction."
Roy checked the contents of the contract several times, not even leaving the remarks, and confirmed that there were no loopholes to exploit. Then he signed his name according to Odim's instructions, bit the skin of his finger, and pressed it. There was a **** fingerprint.
After doing all this, he developed a strange connection with the parchment, as if an extremely important part of his body was being detained inside.
Then, Odim hooked his hand, and the entire contract flew into his hand, rolled it into a tube, and kept it close to his body.
"I can't keep a copy? You don't have to sign?"
"There is only one contract, and Gaunt O'Dimm is the contract, and you cannot betray yourself."
Roy thought thoughtfully, "Don't you need to leave me a mark or something?"
"The contract is already effective enough, there is no need to add another brand..." Odim smiled, "You have a special hobby, I can help...or you win this game and get the honor of a 'winner' '?"
"No need."
Roy shook his head and put the resting Gorfen Black Cat and the blood gem in the hood into the bald man's pocket.
"Interesting transformation and soul." Odim commented.
Just as Roy was about to say something, two crisp slaps suddenly sounded in his ears, and then his eyesight went black, and he fell into a darkness where he could not see his fingers——
The world was spinning, as if it was falling continuously into the bottomless abyss, and with it turning 360 degrees on the spot, a strong dizziness took over the demon hunter's reason.
At the same time, the suffocating air flow quickly passed by, and the demon hunter thought of his first experience of passing through the portal.
"Already started?"
But he had no time to think about it. In less than two seconds, the darkness was replaced by dim light, his vision returned to clarity, and the world before his eyes changed.
Roy was shocked to realize that he was sitting on a dirty ground, with a gray night sky above his head, and the faint moonlight illuminated a savage wasteland, with low shrubs, dry trees, and jagged rocks everywhere.
"Where did you get me?" Roy yelled twice into the sky, suppressing the dizziness in his head, and reluctantly stood up.
The voice of Gunter O'Dimm came from all directions and gave him an answer.
"You want to play, let's play..." The voice was like a clown's joke, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement,
"I will come up with a riddle, solve the riddle, and 'seize' the answer. You and Arian will be free again, and you will no longer be disturbed by me for the next ten years."
"Can't it be solved?" Roy slowly turned around and looked around. He had never been to this place before, or even seen a similar place, but it was undoubtedly very bad and put him under great pressure.
"Hahaha," Odim laughed maniacally, "then there will be a crazy and interesting journey waiting for the three of us. This was your own suggestion, wasn't it?"
"Tell me the riddle..." The witcher breathed out and pricked up his ears.
"Everything in the world is related to me, but some people are afraid to avoid it." Master Mirror's tone is melodious, as if he is reciting poetry.
"Touching and playing with will make you lose your mind, but no attack can hurt me."
"Children are happy when they see me, elders are afraid of me, and girls can't take their eyes off me."
"You can speak, and so can I; but you have a voice, and I am silent, so I have no time to open and close my lips."
"Tell me, what am I?"
……
After listening to the riddle, the witcher lowered his head and pondered for two seconds, then slightly curved the corner of his mouth and said, "You are destined to lose!"
"Oh, really? We'll see, confident friend...you have to find me before the sand in the hourglass runs out."
A small and delicate hourglass fell out of thin air and fell into the palm of the demon hunter. He closed his fingers and held him in his arms.
"For the sake of fairness, I have a small gift for you before the official start. Your current state is really bad. ~IndoMTL.com~ After Odim's words fell, Roy's right chest and abdomen A stream of heat surged out of his old wound, as if a masseur was relaxing his muscles and activating his blood circulation. It was so comfortable that he almost hummed.
When the warmth disappeared, the witcher touched his ribs and found to his surprise that the wounds left after the fight with the Lady in the Forest were gone, and the broken ribs were healed as well.
He stretched and stretched his muscles, and there was a crisp sound all over his body. Then he took out the sword belt containing Gurwishir and Alondette from the storage space and wrapped it around his back. Then, a voice called Discontinue further action.
"Since you are ready, let's start now," Odim said with a hearty smile, "I have prepared a lot of surprises for you on the journey, enjoy it... By the way, no cheating is allowed!"
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