The Divine Hunter Chapter 18: Farewell

Late night.

On the outskirts of Vizima, an abandoned farmland.

The alfalfa bush suddenly shook, and a pair of long pointed ears emerged from the rustling.

Then an adult gray rabbit jumped out. It looked around with a pair of black bean-like eyes. After confirming that there was no threat around it, it buried its head close to the alfalfa bush and nibbled on the small light green leaves.

On a large banyan tree five meters away, a monster with a griffin's head and a body of a lion was quietly prostrate. It was hidden in the shadow away from the moonlight, its body blended into the trunk of the tree, and it stared at a pair of deep eyes, locked. Eating prey.

But it didn't attack in a hurry, it stayed still and waited for the opportunity.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

At a certain moment, the hook-like claws tore through the bark of the tree, and the monster suddenly flapped its wings, flew away from the banyan tree, and swooped down from a height of five meters——

"Huh-huh-"

A terrifying shadow passed across the dark night sky.

In an instant, the huge body landed on the ground, and the strong air flow bent the alfalfa bushes. The three hooks at the end of the right wings were like a steel cage, tightly covering the petite prey.

"Well done, Gorfen!"

A slender figure ran out of the bushes farther away. He blew a loud whistle, and the latter immediately raised his paws obediently.

Under the paws, the poor rabbit was extremely frightened. He curled up against the grass, as if in a faint, and allowed the griffon to lick the whole body with its scarlet tongue. Even if it regains freedom, it does not dare to escape. The fear of top predators is deeply engraved in its genes, making it unable to resist.

"Gu...gu..."

Golfin's dark eyes turned to the witcher, filled with desire for flesh and blood. Not long ago, it had eaten two voles, but its stomach was far from full.

"He's less than half a year old and already a big eater!" Roy nodded.

In an instant, a series of "pop, pop" sounds of cracking flesh were heard in the dark night. The Gorfen's sickle-like claws and sharp beak easily tore the prey into pieces. In just a minute, the lively rabbit was dismembered. Eight pieces, turned into a pile of bones with minced meat.

Golfin stretched his neck and let out a contented "coo" sound, then lay down on the grass, lazily licking the blood on his paws and feathers.

This is already the fourth day of field training. The griffin has made significant progress in all aspects - the distance it glides in the air has changed from 2 meters to 5 meters. Although it is still far from being able to sustain flight, it is by no means It will be like before, as soon as it flies into the sky, it will fall down immediately.

The hunting performance is even more surprising.

Having lived in a cage for half a year has not affected its wildness at all. It has perfectly inherited the predatory instincts of its parents and quickly moves towards the most sophisticated predator without any guidance.

Roy witnessed the whole process - the hunting methods of griffins are completely different from those of conventional cats. Because their bodies are too conspicuous and their movements are large, they cannot hide in grass and shrubs for sneak attacks. They prefer to For eagles and vultures, they descend from the sky and use the huge inertia of their bodies to penetrate their prey with their fangs and claws.

Or stay close to the ground, use your nearly folded hind legs and elastic spine to leap forward and pounce fiercely at the target!

Crush, tear into pieces!

Although Gorfin is less than half a year old, he can kill an adult in an instant with his ferocious attacks. When it gets bigger, it can also pose a threat to demon hunters.

And when it reaches adulthood... there is no doubt that it will fight side by side with Roy to deal with difficult monsters together.

"Golfen..." The palm of his hand gently brushed the gryphon's back,

"Gu...gu..."

"I have eaten voles and rabbits. How about changing the taste tomorrow and trying bigger prey, wild dogs and wild boars?"

"Goo!"

The spell crystal blooms with light.

The ferocious beast disappeared, and a chubby orange cat appeared on the grass under the moonlight.

In Kalkistan's laboratory, the delicate crystal lamp on the ceiling sheds gentle yellow light.

The demon hunter raised his head and held a bottle of turbid liquid in his high-hanging palm. As he shook it wildly, the transparent glass container waved afterimages in the air, and the liquid rotated and changed color at high speed. White turns to black, and then from black to red, reflecting a rainbow of colors.

Finally, as the demon hunter stopped moving, the liquid completely turned into the blue of sea water, as beautiful as a work of art.

"This potion is perfect..." Kalkstein looked at the finished product, his eyes filled with relief, "Congratulations, you have achieved all your goals."

"It's all over? Five days, mastering three recipes... unbelievable." Roy recalled the crazy energy of these days from morning to night, with a feeling of loss, and then said gratefully, "Carl , thanks to your careful guidance, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to learn so fast.”

This alchemy master with an unattractive appearance and eccentric personality never deceives in fulfilling the agreement.

The entire guidance process is dedicated, and usually one or two sentences can get to the point.

Saves the demon hunter a lot of time.

In the template, Alchemy level 1 → Level 2 is upgraded earlier than Long Sword Specialization and Crossbow Specialization, which Roy did not expect at all.

Maybe he does have some talent in alchemy.

"You are diligent and talented, and you can endure hardship. If you had an elm head, even God couldn't teach you." The alchemist smiled and rubbed the green stubble on his chin, "How many things did I teach you? This formula is not very precious, it is just a commodity... The meditation potion and the energy potion are still starting to work, and the remaining formula will not be used in a lifetime."

The meditation potion allows Roy to communicate better with the elements, and the time for a round of meditation is reduced from five hours to four hours.

The energy potion can slightly replenish physical strength and nutrition, and also has a... aphrodisiac effect. Anyone who has anything to do with this will have no worries about sales. Roy is going to the free city of Novigrad to try to operate it and see if he can make some money.

The last medicine to treat coughs and colds is basically useless to the devil hunter who is immune to all diseases.

"I have fulfilled my promise and the contract is officially over."

"Karl..." the demon hunter said. The other party's alchemy teaching style was different from Leisuo's. It was not as oppressive and more comfortable. "Can I still come here to find you in the future?"

"You are welcome to communicate at any time." The alchemist changed his voice, pinched his beard and said seriously, "But if you ask for advice unilaterally, or to further your alchemy studies, you must pay a certain price. Equivalent exchange is the most important thing in scientific research. Basic principles."

"Understood."

"I'm not short of money. You want to continue learning and at least bring a unique knowledge...or help me solve some troubles. But it's not needed now..."

"So, I'm looking forward to our next cooperation..."

The witcher finally shook hands with the alchemist.

"Golfen, it's time to go!" On the experimental table behind him, the griffin transformed into an orange cat was lying on the soft belly of the black cat Sandro, with its face buried in the hair on its belly, its claws Stepping on it, Sandro waggled his tail, raised his paws to caress the chubby back of Golfin, and meowed "meow" in tacit agreement with it.

Gulfen reluctantly stood up at the call of his master, and then punched Sandro on the head as a farewell.

"Meow!"

"Meow...meow...meow!"

The witcher picked up the Gorfen and put it back on its hood. The little guy still refused to give up, revealing his eyes and "gazing attentively" with Sandro.

"Okay, no matter what, you can't give birth to a cat... I've eaten a bit too much these days, and I've obviously gained weight!"

Before he left, another warning came from the alchemist behind him,

"Roy, I have one last thing to say. Demon hunters cannot make a living without weapons and fighting, but don't spend all your time on killing, let alone waste it on women's bellies and alcohol. You Being so young and full of potential, he should invest his time in more meaningful alchemical experiments."

"Thank you for reminding me, I also give you a piece of advice..." Roy said, "Don't mess with the Lady of the Lake or Princess Yada."

Kalkestan watched the witcher go away, took out his quill and notebook, and began to record.

"August 20, 1261,

Was the last time you thought about it five years ago, or fifteen years ago?

That regular and tedious experiment has not produced any surprising results for too long. Keeping the experimental diary day after day made me a little tired and slack.

Living too long is not always a good thing. Knowing more makes things that interest me more difficult to find than rare animals. I think I have probably entered a bottleneck period in my long life, or am I suffering from depression or neurological problems?

Recently, there was a sudden surge in my boring life, which greatly delayed my symptoms. This is what I want to record today.

A strange witcher came into my sight.

In my two-hundred-year-old impression, demon hunters are a group of mutant barbarians who are good at wielding swords and spend their days hanging out with beasts and monsters ~IndoMTL.com~ But he made me change my mind.

The demon hunter is young and is undoubtedly a young man who acts recklessly and without regard for the consequences. In the early days of contact, I regarded him as cheap labor: he has an extraordinary obsession with jewelry and money, and he has an extraordinary obsession with jewelry and money. Priceless knowledge is not so keen.

Knowledge means truth, which is my lifelong pursuit, but he gave it away to please a sorceress?

Idiot is not enough to describe this superficial behavior. Not surprisingly, after terminating my contract with him, I will never see this short-sighted creature again.

But there are always surprises, and surprises always happen inadvertently.

He showed me the preparation process of the potion. At that time, Old Karl just took a look and dismissed him casually.

But at this glance, the God of Truth is above! That demon hunter moves faster and more accurately than magic! It's simply a humanoid alchemy machine, and I can't find any movement that's not up to standard.

How did his witcher mentor fool such a talented young man? To **** with the accidental laws of shit!

Should alchemists also establish a law of accidents to deceive gifted children?

His advantages don't stop there. His learning speed is quite astonishing, and he can initially master a pharmaceutical formula in just one day. I think even when I was young and still studying at Ban Ade, I lacked his talent.

Out of jealousy, I don’t deny that. So most of the recipes I taught him were just tricks to fool people.

But Old Karl actually still has some expectations. If he continues to learn alchemy, his future achievements will not be low.

Alas, what a pity he is a witcher! ”

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