The Divine Hunter Chapter 13: Persuasion

Leisuo pulled out a sharp dagger and cut up the corpse of the tomb witch skillfully. His technique was no worse than that of a butcher who handles livestock.

Eyeballs, ears, and unknown meatballs were all neatly placed on the flat blue cloth. He also took out several fist-sized twisted blocks from the monster's abdomen and shook them in his hand.

"Luckily, this tomb witch has reached a certain age, and the mutants are just used to supplement the decoction."

"Master, what are these things?"

Hearing this, Leisuo couldn't help but glance at Roy. The boy calmly inflicted a stab on the dying tomb witch, and did not change his expression when faced with the **** scene of the demon hunter breaking down the trophies.

What an anomaly!

Anyone else, even an adult, would have vomited it long ago.

His courage and courage made a ripple in the heart of the demon hunter.

"It's a good seedling."

Leso pointed at the divided objects and began to patiently explain each name and purpose to Roy, who also listened quietly, occasionally frowning in thought.

"By the way, Roy, who are the people in your family?" Lei Suo asked casually.

"I live with my father and mother."

Lesuo felt a little disappointed when he heard this, and couldn't help but speed up and quickly dispose of the valuable things on the Tomb Witch.

After about an hour, when the alchemical gas in the tomb completely dissipated, everyone entered the home that once belonged to the tombkeeper.

The originally normal human room has been transformed beyond recognition by monsters. Dirty clay is everywhere, and the space appears damp and dark. Pots, pots, and strange utensils can be seen everywhere, as if the Tomb Witch was refining something during her lifetime. There are also some tragic bones of humans and small animals hanging on the surrounding clay walls.

It looks eerie, scary and bloody.

When Roy looked at the innermost wall, he suddenly quickened his pace and rushed over.

"Brandon..." Or the little fat man who loved to have a runny nose and loved to pester him. All that was left was a rotting corpse penetrated by dark wooden sticks, like a hanging flag.

The eyes of his skinny, shriveled face were taken out, revealing two dark holes. His mouth was slightly open, and the extreme fear before his death could be seen vaguely.

Roy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, carefully removed his bones, and held them in his arms without disgust, as if he didn't smell the pungent smell of rot, mold, and mildew.

"I'm sorry...if I had given you more patience and hadn't said that..."

At this time, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder,

"Sorry, you have avenged them." The demon hunter comforted people uncharacteristically.

Soon after, Roy finished burying the bodies of the blacksmith and butcher and his son, and wrote the tombstones with the help of the demon hunter.

Originally, he wanted to find the grave of the butcher's deceased wife and rebury the family of three together. Unfortunately, the cemetery was severely damaged by the witch and was beyond recognition. He could not find it, so he could only bury the butcher and his son together.

Pu Sig

Kaya blacksmith, son of Skellige

Proved my courage between life and death

Died in September 1260, during a heroic battle with the Tomb Witch

The following are one monument and two epitaphs

Fletcher

The Butcher of Kaye

Great love cannot be expressed.

Brandon

Friends of the Rooster Killer, future bard star and master of magic

Will shine in the kingdom of the goddess

Died in September 1260.

……

After tidying up the cemetery, Roy followed the witcher back to the village. The old couple cried and surrounded him and checked.

The witcher showed the hideous and ugly witch's head to all the villagers, and then received the reward from the village chief and One-Eyed Jack.

At this moment, the riot caused by the monsters finally came to an end. But it's not over yet.

The villagers were surprised to find that the three demon hunters did not leave immediately after receiving the bounty, but rented a room in the tavern to live temporarily.

Without the threat of the Tomb Witch, the villagers' state became very strange again. They began to point fingers at the witcher, slandered them, and felt very disgusted...

"The monster has been killed and the bounty has been given. Why don't these three mutants leave?"

"Look at them, they don't look like good people. This is not good for the village chief. He must find a way to send them away as soon as possible! Let them stay for one night at most!"

"Families with children, be careful! Don't sleep tonight or tomorrow night until they leave. I heard that witchers like to steal children and train them into disgusting mutants!"

Listening to the stupid and prejudiced remarks of a group of villagers, Roy shook his head with disdain, then left the crowd and ran to the tavern. It happened that three demon hunters were having a drink and chatting with One-Eyed Jack, or rather One-Eyed Jack was there. A big advocate of his Gwent skills.

This old captain, who has been in Skellige for decades, does not have the superstitious ideas of most villagers in Kaye Village that exclude witchers for no reason.

“I don’t know if that brat Roy started practicing Gwent from his mother’s womb, and he made sixty kronor from old Jack in a row.”

"It just so happens that all of you knowledgeable masters are here. Old Jack, can you please help me and teach this brat a lesson for me?"

……

An hour later, Reso's ever-changing poker face twitched and he took out a handful of gold crowns from his wallet.

"Oh, 15 crowns, the commission fee is only one-tenth."

"Okay, kid, you've won enough money, let's talk about business. You're not afraid of us at all, and you even take the initiative to come over and communicate with us. What's going on? Are you interested in the story of the witcher? Want to hear it? Which version?" Leisuo and his two companions exchanged glances, and sat around the boy's table, staring at him with piercing eyes.

It's like an interrogation.

Roy's heart skipped a beat, but he did not hide his thoughts. He smiled and said bluntly, "Do you see it? I do have some thoughts... As far as I know, you have a long life, good health and vitality. , basically won’t get sick, and have powers that ordinary people can’t imagine..."

As a former player, who doesn’t have a dream of being a demon hunter? He still remembers the witcher's motto: I want a horse as dark as the night and as fast as the wind; I want a sword as bright as the moonlight; I want to ride my black horse at night; I will kill evil with the sharp sword in my hand.

Time travel is one of his desires.

"Wait... I heard you right, are you envious of 'mutants'? I have to confirm again," Seret suddenly interrupted, her amber eyes looked him up and down, "Luo Yi, your real age is not thirty?"

"Who taught you this fallacy! Those 'mutants' are very powerful, don't get sick, and live a long time. They are worthy of envy!?" Seret suddenly sneered, rolled his eyes, and suddenly After taking a sip of strong wine, he went crazy, "I tell you, the identity of a demon hunter is a curse, a kind of misfortune that can never be escaped. You shouldn't envy us. I also envy this carefree country. I want to live a life of worry, where I won’t be disliked and hated by others for no reason, and I won’t be on the road to death or escaping every time I open my eyes!”

Roy's face froze and he moved his upper body back slightly. He was not used to Serrit's violent temper, sharp words, and rich facial expressions. This guy didn't look like an old man in his seventies or eighties at all. He does look a lot like Geralt's good friend Lambert.

Reso and Oakes folded their hands on their chests, like stuffy gourds, and allowed their companions to speak.

"You look like a very pleasant boy, so I would like to advise you... stay in the country, don't always think about going on adventures and killing monsters. There won't always be someone standing in front of you to help you cut off the monsters' limbs. The brain is left for you to give it one last try." Seret took another sip of wine and said, "When you marry a wife and have children in two years, you will know that I am doing this for your own good."

This guy still thought he killed the Tomb Witch just to satisfy the teenager's adventurous mentality?

"Serrit is right," Leisuo said, with a bit of regret in his tone, "If you just envy the witcher's superb skills and are interested in monsters, there is no need to continue the rest of the conversation."

"On this road, there will definitely be more pain than happiness. You still have family members, live well and be an ordinary person. This is my advice to you."

"But at least you can protect yourselves..." Roy retorted unwillingly. Compared with the previous path of cautiously gaining experience, now, a more professional, comprehensive, and efficient path to strength is in front of him.

He tried hard to catch it in his hands.

And he could feel that the three demon hunters were also hesitating.

"If you have stronger power than ordinary people, then at least you won't be preyed upon by that **** like my friend and teacher... without even leaving a whole body behind."

"You are thinking too much... As a senior demon hunter, I can tell you clearly," Oakes, the third demon hunter, took a sip of beer and showed a hearty smile, "Unless the celestial sphere converges again, causing a large number of Monsters will flow in. Otherwise, the total number of monsters in the world will continue to decrease. They cannot always cause trouble in Kaye Village. After this time, the village will be peaceful for many years, and there is no need to worry at all."

“It’s not just monsters that can threaten life, but also people, diseases and wars.”

Roy's words made the demon hunter suddenly fall silent.

After a while, Seret sarcastically said, "What a weird kid, what are you thinking about? You don't look like a thirteen-year-old at all, and your behavior over there in the cemetery is nothing like it." Do you suffer from persecution delusions?"

"I've never seen an idiot like you come over on your own initiative!"

"I'm relatively precocious." Roy took a sip of dwarf liquor and the alcohol entered his brain, making him more courageous.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have been dreaming about many horrific things since I was a child... **** and ominous encounters. Especially in recent years, the dreams have become more and more frequent?" Roy paused, "I have a premonition. , in at most three years, the world will be in chaos and all life will be in ruins. Before that, at least let me learn something useful? I think the demon hunter is a good teacher."

"Come on, kid!" Seret said with disdain on his face, "Don't make up stories to deceive us and dream about us. Do you think you are a prophet?"

"I knew you didn't believe it." Roy shook his head and sighed, but he did not lie. Three years later, in 1263, the first Northern War was about to begin.

Maybe the curtain of war is slowly opening.

“I just want to become a little stronger. Even if I don’t have the superb skills like you, I must at least be able to protect the people I care about... Send old Moore and Susie to Novigrad to live a safer life. , a more comfortable life..."

Leso tapped the wine table with his thick fingers, "I'm afraid you don't know what it takes to become a witcher."

"I know about the 70% mortality rate in the Trial of Green Grass and the defect of being unable to have children."

Lesuo was startled when he heard this, and the expressions of the two demon hunters also became very exciting, "How can you know everything about this kind of thing? Have you seen other demon hunters?"

"I said I dreamed about it, do you believe it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! But we probably understand your attitude." Leisuo said solemnly, "Kid, now, I'll give you a chance to think about it again."

"No need, I have already seriously considered it." What Roy was thinking about was that if he studied with a demon hunter, he would not be 100% sure to become a demon hunter in the future.

But this alternative is also great.

Leso looked at his two companions~IndoMTL.com~ and they nodded at him, then stretched out his thick palms towards Roy, "We will leave Kaye Village tomorrow, kid, are you willing to follow us? Shall we set off together?"

Roy held Lei Suo's hand as big as a cattail fan, but deliberately hesitated for a long time,

"Not yet, I have to save enough money to settle my parents down." Leisuo interrupted him with a wave of his hand and gave him the answer he wanted.

"If you trust the witcher, Serret and Oakes will **** the old Moores to the place you just mentioned, Novigrad. It just so happens that they also have to go there to do something. One thing you have to say Yes, Novigrad is safer than the village of Caye."

"What do you think of this?" Now that he had accepted the result, Serrit's attitude was completely different from before. He held the viper pendant on his chest with one hand and said seriously, "Oakes and I were in Norvigue. Rui arranged a food stall for Old Moore and his wife to do business and ensured that they would stabilize there. We two brothers can guarantee you with the reputation of Viper Academy."

"That's perfect."

Roy carefully observed the expressions of the two demon hunters and breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best result he could achieve.

"To help me like this, you will need to spend a lot of money."

Leisuo shrugged nonchalantly, "For the Viper School, wealth is far less important than a qualified apprentice. And I won't hide it from you, the school has not added new blood for twenty years...what? The law of accident has all failed. Your performance in facing the Tomb Witch was very spiritual..."

"A child who has never taken the initiative to get close to a demon hunter. If you have such a firm idea, you probably have a higher chance of passing the Trial of Green Grass?"

"Although you are a little older, it is better than nothing."