The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Dance!

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The young demon hunter sat cross-legged under the simple house, his back straight, his body and mind relaxed, his face as calm as the tranquil water, without any ripples.

He gestured calmly, and a vague aura lingered around him. The air was like an invisible hand, gently caressing his muscles and rippling his close-fitting white shirt.

A flickering speck of colored light was born from nothingness, became visible to the naked eye, and slowly but firmly entered his body.

Gradually, more light spots came out, like sparks splashed from a fire, burning his skin, roasting his muscles, and blending into the witcher's soul. The cycle goes back and forth, over and over again.

"Well..." At some point, Roy took a long breath and opened his eyes. For a moment, the dark gold pupils seemed to be pregnant with stars, which were dazzling.

He stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and saw no spells or seals. A small flame ignited out of thin air, suspended on his fingertips, like a bright red bean, following his fingers playfully. The ground danced back and forth.

"The transformation of Blockleon Water finally ended today. I didn't expect it to reach this point..."

Compared with before, his elemental affinity has increased by about 10 to 20%. Although it is not a big improvement, his level 1 Witcher Seal can already exert the power of level 2.

The most important thing is that his control over the seal has improved, and the magic power has become docile and obeys his orders. There will no longer be the joke of randomly consuming magic power every time he releases the seal.

The witcher got up and exercised a bit, then put on the clean clothes he had prepared and went out.

"Well, just to appreciate how those three guys made such a fool of themselves."

Today is the harvest festival.

Outside the house, the setting sun sets in the west, and the night falls.

Even if he lives in the most remote corner of Cintra, the witcher can still feel the huge movement coming from a few streets away, and there is a faint and moving fire at that location in his field of vision.

"At this time, the parade begins."

The witcher walked over, and quite a few houses along the way were dark and quiet, because their owners had gone to the streets to enjoy the carnival.

The witcher also saw another group of people - married old men, with their well-dressed wives and children, building bonfires with pine wood in the open space near their homes, preparing for the evening bonfire.

Celebrating the Harvest Festival as a family can be fun without having to go crazy in the streets.

Yes, crazy. There is still some distance from the Central Street, and Roy's sight is already filled with people writhing desperately.

Male and female, old and young, there are rich people wearing gorgeous velvet tops, and there are also poor people who wear old shirts from the bottom of the box but still can't hide their shabby nature.

They gathered on the street. Some men wearing red hats put their hands on their hips and danced a very rhythmic leg dance. Some of them first jumped very high on the spot, then waved to the center, or swayed their buttocks casually. , waist, neck, dancing without any structure, just to vent.

"Madmen, they are all madmen..." The demon hunter walked up to the crowd, his expression even more exciting.

Without exception, everyone was in high spirits, shouting and yelling desperately. The loudness and sharpness of their voices even exceeded those of the shrews scolding each other in the street.

Their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they were shouting all sorts of things. There were those who spoke love words into the air, there were those who cursed and cursed, there were also those who raised their heads and chests high and recited sonnets with great emotion, like serious poets.

What's more, they continuously let out a burst of high-pitched screams that made people blush and heartbeat, and then screamed and rushed into the parade and the human carriage.

Start dancing!

The queue on the long street is like a winding fire dragon, dividing the entire Sintra in half.

Roy covered his ears, and the smell of alcohol and sweat made him wrinkle his nose. Then he pulled away, feeling that he might not be suited to this kind of madness.

But there was a faint turmoil in my heart like a cat's paw.

He did not leave, but quickly came to the position farthest from the light, hoping to hide at the tail of the parade and find something less exciting. But he miscalculated.

There are piles of lit pine trees everywhere, the red light of torches embellishes the night sky, thick smoke pours into the darkness, and the fire crackles and shines among the dancing figures.

Roy was dazzled and his ears were filled with random sounds.

The demon hunter's perception was so keen, and he was so stimulated that for a moment, it felt like there were a thousand drill bits drilling into his brain.

He was so dizzy that he didn't know what to do. People came from further behind and pushed him forward like surging waves, pushing him into the parade.

While they were rubbing shoulders, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the witcher's shoulder, giving him a small cup. The liquid in the cup was foaming, and the mellow aroma of malt was intoxicating.

"Beer? It tastes bad!"

Roy also yelled, shook his head, and pushed the guy holding a bucket of watered beer in front of him back into the crowd, only to have another soft little hand pull his arm again.

"Dance!" A young girl with bright eyes and graceful figure came to his ear at some point and breathed out hot breath against his ear.

She obviously fell in love with the young demon hunter with black hair and golden eyes. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled Roy, who was still in a dazed state, into the carnival.

She danced beside him, circling the witcher, her robes and the flowers in her hair swaying in the wind.

"Dance!" she snorted, displeased by the witcher's clumsy performance! The latter was stunned and wanted to refuse, but couldn't open his mouth.

What was even more terrifying was that he found that his body was poisoned and out of control, and he began to dance to the beat of the girl in front of him.

"When everyone you see is crazy, then you are no exception!"

Roy finally understood this proverb about holiday parties.

A touch of blood stained the Witcher's cheek. He no longer resisted and joined the dance with the girl opposite.

Even if he was not so calm, he still relied on instinct to turn his body deftly to avoid other people dancing.

He is like a cat on tiptoes, still agile and graceful even in a manic crowd.

A commotion broke out around them. A tall man pulled a petite girl and ran towards the darkness beyond the light of the bonfire. The girl let out nervous laughter and shouts, struggled gently in his arms, and gradually He stopped struggling and disappeared into the corner with the man.

"Who is that?" Roy was startled by the familiar face, and the rhythm of the dance was disrupted. He accidentally stepped on his partner's foot, earning an angry look from her.

"Sorry, I just saw an acquaintance."

Yes, he is an acquaintance. Just now he clearly saw the amber eyes of the man who took the girl away, as well as the familiar facial contours.

"Ox, this guy has already started to attack?"

Not allowing him to think too much, the demon hunter was caught up in the rhythm of the crowd and accidentally lost his partner.

People started holding hands and shouting loudly, moving along the road between the bonfires. One person fell down, breaking the formation, and the following people immediately divided into several small groups.

At the bonfire closest to him, people threw bundles of dry pine branches into the fire. The yellow light became more vivid, illuminating the surrounding area.

Roy continued to follow the crowd.

I have to say that after this episode, there was no more commotion in his eyes. Even as the crowd around him became more and more crazy, he remained a calm bystander.

After a long time, Roy's team reached the end——

The crowd sang and danced on the stage, waving branches wrapped with flowers and wheat ears.

Shouting, "Harvest Festival"...

What am I doing here? Roy looked distant.

There is a star shining brightly in the darkness. The badge around his neck began to vibrate.

"The badge vibrates, something is wrong!"

Roy instinctively opened his pupils, his eyes easily penetrated the darkness and looked across the crowd: a hot woman was actively pulling her dance partner into a dark corner - the bald man, the buttons of his shirt had been It was all untied, revealing a mountain of bulging muscles.

The bald man felt the strange attention. He turned around and couldn't help but give her an encouraging look. He was pulled away by the woman.

"Lesuo, you had a lot of fun..."

Roy's eyes continued to move, searching for Seret, and then stopped at a certain place. Among the noisy crowd, a woman wearing a black velvet cloak stood quietly.

She is the source of magic.

She was incompatible with the carnival crowd. A strand of fiery red hair was exposed from the edge of the velvet cloak around her body.

She walked towards him on crystal high heels,

The sound of "ta, da, da" was unexpectedly clear in the noisy crowd, and was accompanied by a fragrant rose fragrance. The men and women crowded in front of her seemed to be drunk. Inexplicably swaying this way and that, it happened to leave a path for her.

The vibration of the badge became more intense.

As they got closer, the woman walked in front of the demon hunter, and he felt a suffocating pressure.

She is very tall, half a head taller than Roy. Her blue eyes are like lake water, and her wheat-colored skin is smooth and delicate.

"Roy..." She smiled brightly, revealing her neat, white teeth, which were shining white.

"Coral..." the witcher was surprised, "You are not celebrating the Harvest Festival in Kairak, why are you here?"

"Also, how did you find me?"

He stared at the sorceress's face, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Temple of Meriteri, that unforgettable time.

"Young man, you don't keep your word," the sorceress shook her slender index finger, "because you broke the promise first, so I have to come to you! As for how to find it, it's a little trick not worth mentioning."

The sorceress reached out to the witcher,

The latter shook his head, obviously not believing her nonsense, but he had no room for resistance. The sorceress's coral blue eyes were like a clear spring, staring at his face until he couldn't bear it anymore and held the sorceress's hand instead.

Cold, soft, but full of passion.

The sorceress grabbed the witcher, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the stage.

"Where are we going?"

"What should I do at the holiday party? Do you still need me to explain?" The sorceress blinked her long eyelashes, "Let's dance first!"

"But I don't know how to..."

"Lie! Didn't you look pretty good in the crowd just now? And I have to say..." The sorceress untied her cloak, revealing her sculpted figure, and she put the cloak away into the void.

"Your dancing style is unique. I haven't seen it anywhere else." She came behind the witcher with a gust of fragrance, then swung her waist to herself, and then touched the witcher's back. Back, making his body stiff.

"Come on, Roy, or don't you dare?" Her red lips breathed hot air on his neck.

"I don't dare?! It's okay... let you see the style from another world!"

The azure and dark gold eyes met at this moment.

This is not a palace dance, there are not so many rigid rules, and there is no hindering gentlemanly demeanor. The dance here is casual and passionate.

Styles, diverse.

Sometimes the two danced separately, sometimes very close to each other. Gradually, with the surging sounds around them, they danced happily in line with the rhythm of the music.

At some point, someone on the stage began to recite poetry loudly, "Your deep eyes made me blush and my heart beat. The whole world suddenly spun...Music, singing, and you made me feel as sweet as honey." For a moment, I seemed to feel like a lute that you were skilled in, and I just wanted you to use your passion to play with my longing soul."

The melodious lute came one after another, and the couples on the stage slowed down the rhythm tacitly.

They faced each other, fingers intertwined, slowly spinning in circles to the music. They stared at each other~IndoMTL.com~ and almost sucked each other into their deep eyes.

"Coral," Roy looked at the beautiful sorceress, "Seriously, why did you come to Sintra?"

"Because..." A hint of sadness appeared on the sorceress' pretty face, "Loneliness and loneliness..."

"Gee... because I'm bored! I like you so much, so after a hard time, I came to you to talk and relieve my boredom..."

Coral is still the guy who teases people at every turn, but he is no longer the blushing and heart-pounding boy he was back then.

Roy then thought of the idea of ​​the Demon Hunter Brotherhood. He needed the help of a powerful warlock, and coral, well, was a good choice.

"The dance is over, it's time to get down to business."

"What's the matter? Where are you taking me?!"

The sorceress's flaming hair rippled with her crisp laughter. She took the witcher's hand and ran quickly towards the dark woods...

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