The Divine Hunter Chapter 13: Riens

On the other side, Gawain's house is thousands of miles away from Skellige.

Under the guidance of Yennefer, Ciri began a arduous career of learning magic.

The sorceress is strict and domineering, never letting her sleep in class. She always uses her unique and charming voice to inspire her to persist in boring painting and gesture training.

"Ugly girl! Concentrate on me and control your **** and little finger to bend at the same time, but not your ring finger! Didn't you sleep well last night?" Ye Naifa sighed helplessly and ruffled her black hair. "I did it perfectly yesterday, so why are there so many mistakes today?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yennefer. But I have a problem. I can't concentrate if I don't understand it. Why can't others learn the stars and gestures you asked me to draw?" Ciri's green eyes Staring like a saucer, "I have taught Vicki and Renee a dozen times, but they always make mistakes!"

"Ugly girl, didn't I say that you have talents given by the gods, but other poor people are not so lucky. You teach them just to make a mortal pick the stars in the sky. It is absolutely impossible! Save your energy and spend more time improving yourself instead of running around with those little brats all day long, or studying how to train little black dogs to stand up and pee like humans. That is impossible, and you are abusing children. Animals!"

"You know it all? But why is the magic I learn different from that of the witcher?" Ciri licked her lips, "Karl, Monty, and Akamtom were the first to learn magic before they mastered it. One lesson is called meditation. They chatted with colorful tadpoles during meditation...the tadpoles would crawl into their bodies and make their home. Then they would swim out when they cast the spell!"

"That's called chaotic energy, not a tadpole! And meditation is for people with unsatisfactory talents. It's a shortcut to the end. Well, maybe it also has a part of the role of concentration and calmness. But for the source of law, , it’s not necessary. You don’t have to rely on meditation to restore magic power, you can directly extract magic power from the ‘intersection’ of the earth, water, fire, and air! You have to remember that what a demon hunter masters is not called a spell, but is difficult and powerful. More seals!"

"So, in the future, I can be better than them in breathing flames from my hands?" Xili's emerald green eyes sparkled when she heard this, and her smile was like a flower,

"As long as you learn from me, you will be able to surprise them within a year!"

……

The subjugated princess of Cintra, driven by a competitive spirit and dreaming of challenging the demon hunter's apprentice, began to study hard.

Given her talent, she quickly learned more than a dozen basic gestures, movements and postures.

According to Yennefer's instructions, she also moved from the school dormitory to a luxurious double bed room in Gildorf District at night.

Study the introductory textbooks prepared by Yennefer and her under the magic lamp - "Dialogue on the Nature of Magic", "Natural Magic", and "The Power of Elements".

After reading the book, the little girl yawned, and the sorceress held her in her soft arms like a doll, as if she wanted to prove that there was no unicorn in her bedroom, and Geralt had no chance to ride it. it!

In fact, the little girl will fall asleep immediately as soon as she lies on the bed.

Magic training consumed too much of her concentration and mental energy. She slept very deeply, completely unaware that the sorceress would get up in the middle of the night and go out to fool around while she was asleep.

……

The children of Gawain's House noticed that the new, silver-haired and active little girl suddenly moved away and no longer lived in the dormitory. They felt a little lonely, but soon, their attention was attracted by the new blacksmith who joined the class. Attracted by the girl Yuna.

Girls often chatter around Yuna and ask questions, such as why she, a girl, jingles in the blacksmith shop, and her chest is not as flat as a racecourse like other girls, but like a hill. Thrillingly bulging.

And several precocious boys always secretly looked at the more mature Yuna, including the boy who once peeked at Shirley, and the focus of their eyes shifted.

One time, Karl, who was training on the sidelines, was so fascinated by her that he hit the plum blossom stand straight up. A big bump appeared on his head and it took three days to disappear. He was laughed at by everyone for half a month.

Xili felt sad about this for a long time.

"Humph, a bunch of little **** who love the new and hate the old!"

The little girl made up her mind to follow the sorceress into the magic hall.

……

"Keep walking, ugly girl, vortcaelme, put your hands in front of you, relax and move forward."

"Ouch! Where on earth are there water veins?" The little girl stamped her feet anxiously.

"Water veins are everywhere, and you have to control your temper!"

Ciri raised her palms awkwardly on her chest and burrowed into the bushes like a wooden figure, "Ms. Yennefer... aren't there four of the four elements? Why can I only draw magic power from the water veins? Rather than soil, fire, or air."

"The nature of magic is different. Your power is too weak to draw magic from the soil; you know too little about magic and cannot draw it from the air; your control is too weak, whether it is will or magic, so it is forbidden to play with fire and burn yourself. ! Otherwise, the ugly girl will burn herself even uglier!"

"Wow...I feel it, there is something there, right behind that flower!"

"Very good, stay calm and controlled, and move slowly over in small steps. Confirm its location and point it out to me!"

"Right here!"

"Great job! Can you feel your index finger starting to twitch slightly? Do you see it bending down? That's a sign of a magic junction. Well, this is a water vein, suitable for beginners. Let's Take your time and capture it..."

"Can I absorb magic power?" The little girl turned her head and looked at the teacher, her green eyes eager to try!

"Wait, I have to confirm the magic concentration, damn, stop!"

"Ms. Yennefer, witness the miracle!" The little girl clasped her hands in front of her body to hold a ball of blue water. The waves rippled and refracted the golden light. She turned her head and laughed wildly, "I, Cirilla Fiona Aeron Rhianlon, hereby announces that I have successfully captured magic power and become a glorious warlock. I am—the Demon Hunting Queen! Hiss—"

The sorceress anxiously held the dizzy little girl in her arms, and blood could not stop pouring from her nose.

"Ms. Yennefer, my head feels so dizzy, oooh...it's all blood...am I about to die and about to go down to see grandpa?" Xili's face turned blue and her whole body was shaking like a quail.

"Why the Demon Hunting Queen instead of the Magic Queen? I worked so hard to teach you magic, and you repay me with insults?" The sorceress blocked her nose with a piece of cotton, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was fine. After that, he rolled his eyes again, "You ugly girl with no conscience! Why don't you tell me your last words quickly?"

"Woo...last words? I, I just saw a few pictures..."

The sorceress raised her eyebrows and tightened her pretty face. What's going on?

Psychic phenomena caused by stimulation of the source of law?

"I saw the mage with the scar on his face who wanted to catch me! He's here!" Xili's soft voice trembled, and she grasped the sorceress's hand tightly.

"What? He's there?!"

"Aiden and Lambert, and a man with a beard and a flowery dress, are with him!"

……

The setting sun fell into the horizon, and a fiery cloud appeared on the horizon.

In a low-rise house in the civilian area of ​​Novigrad.

Dandelion stood up straight from his chair, put on his belt, put on his flirty floral coat, and put on his purple iris hat, and then he looked at the girl who was swaying his waist and showing off the beauty between his shoulders and back. The woman waved goodbye.

The great poet crossed the dirty water and narrow alleys, and quickly walked from the civilian area in the southeast to the Nuocheng Dance Hall in the commercial district in the north.

Recalling his previous happiness, he couldn't help humming a beautiful ditty happily. He stepped on the beautiful sunset, danced around in a circle, and bent towards the imaginary beautiful woman in the air in front of him. salute.

"Madam, your beauty is more dazzling than the bright moon and stars in the sky. It is just like a wonderful poem. How about you let me find a place where no one will disturb you and read it to you?"

"Haha!"

Dandelion touched his handsome face and carefully groomed beard on his upper lip. He walked briskly and full of energy. Since the opening of the Nuo City Dance Hall, his life has entered a highlight moment, and his business is getting better and better. There are more and more guests visiting the dance hall. In just one year, the dance hall has surpassed the Spear Cave and become the most popular place for entertainment in Nuo City.

Not only did he receive a generous income to support his daily extravagant pastimes, but he also had a fixed place to vent his dissatisfaction and talents.

In the past year, he has created more than a dozen stunning poems and plays. His reputation has spread throughout Nuo City and the areas radiated and affected by Nuo City's influence. There are a lot of chants from his peers and subordinates. Poets and actors began to praise him, and countless beautiful and noble women began to favor him, from the daughters of traffickers to widows of noble status...

Although Pucilla kept a close eye on him.

However, who is he, Dandelion, a man who regards poetry and art as the ultimate goal of life? His quick wit saves the day time and time again, and puts aside Pucilla's suspicion.

In fact, women of all kinds are one of his ultimate sources of inspiration.

He used to drink too much and was so drunk that he lost his mind and thought that he was bound to the female bard wholeheartedly. However, he soon realized that his life would never be nailed to a tree. superior!

He enjoyed the bliss that all men dream of, and these deep-seated pleasures fed back to him endless inspiration.

This is a positive cycle!

Haha!

The bard danced with flying steps, and his smile became brighter and brighter, but the smile suddenly froze.

The rays of sunset shone on the men at the entrance of the alley, making their expressions even more sinister.

"Master Dandelion, please forgive me for blocking you in a place like this..." The leading man wearing a gray mercenary leather jacket said loudly and approached him.

Even if Dandelion is not proficient in martial arts, he has traveled around with Geralt for many years. It can be seen at a glance that this man has extraordinary skills, amazing momentum, and a bit of mystery that cannot be seen through. As for the two followers beside him, He is an extremely ordinary gangster.

"But I really admire your poetry very much... When I heard that you opened a dance hall in Nuo City, I couldn't wait to rush over. I want to talk to you in person... But please don't worry, If everything goes well, the guests and hosts will have a great time and it won’t waste much of your time.”

"I like to exchange poems with people of the same kind the most, but this place is really not an elegant place, and it will affect my interest and performance." The great poet stamped his feet, shook off the mud on his boots, and looked slowly Passing through the faces of the three people, the leader had moist black eyes, a pointed nose, thin lips, and an ugly scar on his face. "Let's change places and sit in the spacious, luxurious and comfortable chairs in the dance hall." Let’s chat! To show my sincerity, I’ll waive your tea bills!”

"Don't be nervous, don't worry," Riens took another step closer to him, so close that he could strangle the great poet by his neck. "How about you listen to my question first?"

He winked, and a gangster walked straight past the great poet and blocked his retreat.

"Your poems are unique and have created a whole new genre - praising mutants. Wow... Such an act that defied the world's disapproval did not attract infamy. Instead, the people of Nuo City watched it with gusto. Your Talent does have the magic power to turn decay into something magical." He first praised it, then changed the topic,

"Let me tell you straight, I am very interested in the character you celebrate in "An Unexpected Journey" - a white-haired demon hunter... Anyone who has studied poetry knows that poetry is based on The creation is based on reality. You know his dancing-like swordsmanship, his sharp-tongued character, and his anxious life experience and experiences so well. You must be close friends with him."

Learns stared directly into the great poet's eyes, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate his heart, "Then do you know where he is?"

Geralt?

Dandelion rolled his eyes and instantly understood that this guy definitely had bad intentions in finding his old friend.

Whether it was for the sake of deep friendship or the great cause of the cabaret brought to him by the witcher, he had no other choice.

"What do you call me?"

"Liens... It's normal for a famous poet to not recognize me. You have many admirers, and I'm just a nobody... But your kind and generous Excellency, can you give me a little help?"

"Sorry, I can't help you." Dandelion shrugged and shook his head. "This story about the white-haired demon hunter comes from another bard. I became interested at the time and kept it in my mind. I adapted it a bit. But in fact, I know nothing about the true identity of this white-haired guy."

"You should think about it again, Master..." Riens reached into his arms and found a heavy bag in his palm. He put the money bag into the poet's hand without any refusal.

Dandelion felt the weight of his hand and felt contempt in his heart.

Well, it’s not enough to make a month’s profit in his dance hall.

You want to bribe me with this little money?

"You must know him, otherwise why would you sing the praises of a witcher without any connection?"

"Another master witcher once saved my life and rescued me from a group of elven robbers. He was seriously injured for this!" Dandelion said seriously, often The superb acting skills honed during his performance on stage made him immediately express his gratitude. "Since then, I have vowed to change the world's bad impression of my savior and clear them of unwarranted charges!"

"The story is well written!" Reigns' face turned cold and he dropped the honorific. "Dandelion, think about it again. This issue is very important to you and me. The white-haired witcher is here. Where?! If you answer honestly... I don't need to force you, and I don't need to hurt your body, which is more delicate than a woman's. You know-" He glanced at the pockmarked, wretched-looking little gangster behind him. The little gangster suddenly licked his lips hungrily at the great poet, "Some people are very interested in you."

The bard shivered all over and couldn't help but protect his butt, with an extremely embarrassed expression on his face.

He bowed his head and remained silent.

After struggling for a long time, he finally sighed and confessed with a frustrated and resigned expression,

"I thought about it again... I remember the bard mentioned to me that the white-haired witcher often haunts the east of Aedirn, near the Valley of Flowers."

When Riens heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and a terrifying smile appeared on his thin lips,

"Not honest? You are asking for death!"

Hearing this, Dandelion turned around and ran away. His hat dropped to the ground in such panic, and a bag of yellow coins fell to the ground with a clatter!

Click!

Rions aimed a blue light at his back. Then he straightened his left hand and closed his index and middle fingers.

In an instant, the great poet's body rose up from the ground uncontrollably, and an invisible force grabbed his shoulders and hung him in the air.

Leave him kicking and screaming.

Riens folded his little finger again.

The great poet's cry suddenly stopped, he groaned "Uh-huh" and couldn't speak. His breathing became rapid, his face started to turn red and he was about to suffocate!

The instigator kept the gesture of his left hand and slowly walked towards him,

"If you don't eat the toast, then you will suffer more and learn a lesson!"

Five seconds later, the force restraining the poet's neck was released, but he was still suspended in the air, panting violently and hissing in pain. His left wrist was twisted into a terrifying arc, and the bones were about to break. At the same time, a taste of rust came out of his mouth.

"You want to play tricks on me and have to embarrass yourself, you piece of trash with a rotten crotch?" Reigns looked at him, his eyes were so cold that there was no emotion at all, and his tone was tired, "Now, let me ask you an answer , if you don’t cooperate, you have to say goodbye to this hand of yours. I guarantee that you will never be able to play the lute with your nimble fingers again to seduce those nymphomaniac women from good families!"

"I can easily tell whether what you say is true or false. If you dare to make something up, if there is any hesitation, I will read your mind and brainwash you into an idiot and imbecile. Don't tell me It’s about making poems. From now on, you won’t even be able to recognize a single word and will have to sit in the mud and play with your own excrement all day long!”

Dandelion was hung in the air in a rather shameful posture, as if he was defecating with his **** stuck out. His face turned red and white, and he nodded in fear.

"Okay, the protagonist of "Unexpected Journey", the white-haired demon hunter, and the other protagonist, Ciri. Tell me everything about their whereabouts, where they may appear, and what they are probably doing. I am not allowed to omit a single word."

"In Kovir and Povis, in the Wyvern Mountains near the curved coast..." Dandelion muttered, his face almost collapsed, "a witcher academy named Kyle Siren."

Riens perked up his ears and tightened his face.

Witcher Academy? It's possible.

"Continue!"

"They are..." Dandelion suddenly bared his teeth and turned his gaze to the top of the alley wall, his eyes widened with tears of grievance in his eyes.

"Continue!"

"Liens," the great poet suddenly smiled coldly at him, his smile full of sarcasm and pity, "you don't know who you have offended...you don't know who you have offended!"

"Son of a bitch!"

……

"Click!"

The crisp sound of glass breaking sounded.

A glass bottle was suddenly thrown from behind the wall of the alley, and it accurately landed at Riens' feet and shattered.

The anti-magic metal dust sparkling like stars instantly spread into a fog, covering Riens' body.

He was caught off guard and exclaimed. The chaotic energy around him flickered like purple electricity and was immediately extinguished.

The great poet in the air let out an ouch and fell face-on to the ground!

The two gangsters noticed the change and quickly gathered around.

Shuashua——

Four figures immediately jumped off the wall, two with eyes like wild beasts, slender and strong figures, carrying two long swords behind them, and two others who were much shorter, with tender cheeks, and were obviously still teenagers.

The four of them completed their division of labor the moment they landed.

Two adult demon hunters flanked Riens in front and back, and the silver sword rippled in the air, shaking off a cold light!

Two demon hunter apprentices deal with two minions.

Karl landed on his feet, stood in front of the strong young gangster, and used all his strength to hit the gangster's chin with a left hook. The latter flew into the air, hit the back of his head against the wall of the alley, and passed out with his eyes rolled. .

Monty faced the second gangster who rushed over, and used a knife with his hand across his hand at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch. He cut his trachea at once. When he covered his throat and screamed in pain, he slammed his right foot upward. Kick, right in the crotch.

The bastard, who had lost everything, let out a sharp "Oh" like a woman, curled up like a prawn, and fell down. His hands and feet continued to twitch after falling to the ground.

……

The strong and weak positions on the field flipped instantly.

Rich experience saved Riens' life. The first second his body was affected by the anti-magic metal, he had already begun to retreat. At the same time, he pinched the obsidian amulet under his chest with his left hand and rubbed his right thumb on his index finger. Ruby ring, raise your hand——

"Bang—"

Dazzling fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the back alley in this civilian area.

A round fireball dragged a red trail in mid-air and hit the cat-sect demon hunter who was charging with his sword.

Aiden jumped to the side lightly, and the flames passed by him. The light of Helio's seal flashed out, and the flames hit the wall, burning the bricks with black scorch marks.

Lambert, holding the sword with both hands, lunged towards the mage and stabbed a wall of air in front of him.

After a loud "boom" sound, it was bounced away by the reaction force.

However, while he was in mid-air, he quickly made a strange gesture with his left hand. The raging magic power surged out of a light blue triangular spell, and an Alder shot hit the surrounded mage.

Leans groaned and staggered back, just in time to hit Aiden's long sword, which was outflanking him from behind. The tip of the sword was pointed at his waist, viciously.

"Click——"

The magic shield of the body is broken.

A large patch of dazzling scarlet bloomed under Reigns's thin leather armor. He rolled to the ground, covered in mess but escaped Aiden's pursuit!

But Lambert’s attacks followed!

In the back alley, a burst of dazzling golden light erupted again!

A dripping oval object appeared in front of Riens without any warning. He held his left waist and jumped up like a struggling fish on land, jumped into the oval, and then disappeared.

The ellipse also became dim.

The sound of fighting in the alley became clear.

The battle came to an end in less than ten seconds.

"Damn! This allows him to escape? How should I explain to Geralt when we go back?!" Lambert muttered, putting away his sword with an annoyed look on his face.

"You can't blame us... He has been affected by anti-magic metal. I feel that this portal does not come from him..." Aiden rubbed the red lightning scar on his chin, "There may be another powerful mage. , his accomplices, or employers, opened the portal in a distant place and picked him up! But we caught at least two... uh... little followers."

"Do you dare to make a bet?" Lambert invited, "These two guys don't know anything about it!"

"Come and come, whoever is afraid of whom, the loser will be treated to a treat at the Spear Cave next time!"

"Help!" The great poet's wailing interrupted the bet between the two, "Lambert, Master Aiden, I'm almost finished, help me!"

He held a wrist that was twisted backwards at a hundred degrees, swollen, and deformed. He was about to cry nervously, and his lips were trembling.

"This is the guy I eat with, nothing can happen to me!"

"Click!" Karl walked over directly, grabbed the great poet's dislocated wrist and twisted it, restoring it to its original shape instantly,

The latter said "Hey", full of surprise.

"Stop screaming, Your Excellency. You are so old that you are so afraid of pain. It's embarrassing. Our usual training is much more painful than yours!" Carl and Monty shook their heads in disdain.

But Lambert looked at him with admiration,

"Master Dan, I didn't realize that a bard like you has a strong bone. No matter how tortured you are, you still won't tell the truth. I thought you could only lie to women with sweet words."

"Of course!" The great poet rubbed his wrists a few times, stood up, patted the stains on his clothes, and spoke righteously,

"Even if I, Dandelion, die in pain and humiliation, I will never betray my friends!"

In fact, he almost said it just now, as long as the guy continued to press.

"Come on, you brought it upon yourself this time," Aiden smiled half-heartedly, "We have been protecting you secretly. Who knew that in order to meet the widow, you sneaked out of the song and dance hall and ran to a remote civilian area, not only concealing You almost made a big mistake by hiding Ms. Puscilla from us all! Use your brain and think clearly, which is more important, a woman or a life? You won’t do this next time, do you understand?”

"Don't insult my character, okay~IndoMTL.com~My love for Pucilla can be seen from the sun and the moon!" The great poet waved his fists and defended plausibly, "I went out to find inspiration! In order to create more exciting poetry and drama, boost the performance of the song and dance hall, and improve the reputation of all the masters!"

"Is it better to go to bed? That's what you say," Lambert complained, holding an unconscious gangster on his shoulders, Aiden carried the other one, and walked towards the collector's villa. The two gangsters Tou followed them with bated breath, seemingly honing his stealth skills. "By the way, Dandelion, tell me again, what was the name of that guy just now?"

"Riens!" The great poet trembled, saying with fear and hatred, "He is looking for Geralt and the Accidental Son! Why do you think he did this? He is Nilfgaard Spy?"

He asked seemingly casually, "Also, do you know the whereabouts of the unexpected son?"

The two demon hunters looked at each other and shook their heads.

"We are also looking for the little princess. And this has nothing to do with you, Master Dan. For the sake of your own life, the less you know, the better!"

"Now, go back to the dance hall and stop running around!"