The Divine Hunter Chapter 23: Grufeld’s diary

The flickering firelight fell on the sorceress’s smooth and delicate cheeks. The red spices applied by the high-level vampires on her cheeks, chin and nose bridge were like tattoos on her face, adding a touch of delicacy and wildness to her. She looked like a princess from Zerikan, east of the Blue Mountains.

She was kidnapped by an evil beast and was lying on a primitive stone bed, pitifully waiting for the prince to rescue her.

However, this "prince" was beyond her expectation.

He was wearing blood-stained gray leather armor and tight leather pants. He was tall and straight, carrying two swords on his back, and his irises were different from ordinary people. All circumstances indicated his identity - a demon hunter.

Looking very young and handsome, with short black hair, slightly pointed ears, a straight nose, thick eyebrows, and deep and bright eyes, which reminded her of the stars in the night sky.

And there is a sense of familiarity.

Where have you seen it?

"You are -" She suddenly realized that the invisible force that had restrained her body had completely disappeared, and she immediately sat up from the stone bed. Unexpectedly, her hands and feet had not moved for too long, and a numbness surged throughout her body.

The foot went soft again, and the sorceress’s shallow-heeled short boot on her left foot stepped on her right foot, causing her body to fall forward uncontrollably——

She jumped directly into the demon hunter's arms, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist and back.

The hug was so desperate and tight, like meeting a lover again after a long absence, and he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

The sorceress buried her face in his arms and was silent for a long time.

She swore to God that she had never been in such a big embarrassment in her life... Without finishing a sentence, she threw herself into the arms of her savior?

Triss, Triss, you are really a woman, do you still have any sense of shame?

Her ears felt hot and her cheeks were on fire.

The strong smell of blood on the witcher's clothes penetrated her nose pervasively, stimulating her heart to beat rapidly.

She raised her head.

Looking at each other.

But he saw that the other party had a strange expression, a little at a loss but trying his best to maintain a calm expression.

She couldn't help but relax her body, and a desire surged in her heart - let me lean against her for a little longer.

"Lady Triss Merigold...we meet again." The witcher said as he helped her without any explanation and made her sit back on the stone bed. Then he smiled at her with a slight expression. Tired, "I am Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School. Do you still remember me?"

"Ah? Remember, I remember..." Triss quickly adjusted her mood from the loss, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the red dye on her face as if to cover up, confusing the blush on her cheeks, and she looked dazed. "Roy, the Terminator of Filth—The Butcher of the Sewers... plays of this origin are occasionally performed at the Vizima Opera House."

"You have changed so much..." She straightened her waist and raised her chin slightly, barely regaining a bit of a lady's reserve and calmness,

You didn't have such strong masculinity at that time.

She crossed her legs and held out the back of her hand towards the witcher.

"Well, a sewer butcher is a sewer butcher..." Roy kissed his hands, sighed and accepted his fate, and then pretended to know nothing and said, "Your beauty is still the same as before, but I I’m curious as to why you suddenly appeared in such a dangerous place.”

He looked at the sorceress, who had an abnormal blush on her face.

The blue eyes were also a little moist.

If the person sitting opposite was Coral, he must have put his hand on her forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell? I brought some crude anti-disease potions."

Triss shook her head, took a deep breath, and let the current coming from the back of her palm disappear.

She felt better than ever.

She enjoys the moment.

The sorceress's index finger entangled the hair around her neck, trying her best to stop the shivers of pleasure caused by the witcher's touch, and her original excitement subsided slightly.

She thought again of the White Rose Knights who had been seriously injured by high-level vampires, and didn't know how they were doing now.

Have you received timely treatment?

She recounted her experience tonight, and then looked at the witcher with gleaming eyes,

"Roy, you killed that high-level vampire, right? How on earth did you do it, and what is that big octopus?"

"Actually, when I fought with that guy just now, I found that it was seriously injured, so I took advantage of it...Big octopus? It should be the illusion it created to scare me." Roy kept his face straight and spoke nonsense seriously. Eight ways.

The sorceress looked surprised. The high-level vampire was seriously injured?

How is that possible?

She personally witnessed that guy's terrifying combat power, not to mention his resistance to spells... a dozen White Rose knights were like paper in front of it, vulnerable.

It was humming happily while preparing the condiments. How could it be injured?

She wanted to read the witcher's mind, but she was worried about offending her savior.

Roy noticed her expression and added, "Actually, there are other reasons... The generosity of a famous alchemist master Kalkstein sponsored me... He entrusted me to track and hunt this high-level beast Vampire, and supported me with a large number of enchanted equipment, such as the new alchemical bomb he recently researched...even flying dragons will be killed."

"This hit it hard."

Kalkistan, what happened is what happened, don’t blame me for dragging you into the water...

The sorceress had a look of surprise on her face. Of course she had heard of the famous alchemist.

As expected of him, he actually took the initiative to cause trouble for a high-level vampire that ordinary people would avoid.

"Ms. Triss, I have a heartfelt request..." Roy suddenly spoke, looking at her brightly.

Here it comes again, that feeling comes again.

Merigord experienced that exciting feeling again, sweat surged in his palms, his breathing became rapid... his heart pounded, and the blush on his cheeks could no longer be concealed.

She was filled with tension and expectation.

If my savior makes some unreasonable request, should I agree or not?

She couldn't help but tighten her legs and tighten her cheeks.

Under the amber patterned leather jacket, his chest was trembling.

Roy noticed something strange about her and shook his head secretly. This lady must have been injured.

"I want to ask you to keep it a secret for me," he turned around and solemnly requested, "Don't leak this matter! You should know that if this high-level companion knows that I killed it, he will definitely find me. I seek revenge."

"Neither I nor Master Kalkstein want to be cared about by a group of vampires."

"Huh?!" Triss trembled, her red lips slightly opened, and her head dropped in frustration, "I, I can swear to the goddess of magic, I will keep this secret for you...otherwise I will become an ugly monster. !"

"I am grateful..."

"No, Roy, I should be grateful to you..." The sorceress pressed the heart-shaped pendant around her neck with one hand, her face turned pale, and she said with lingering fear, "You saved my life from the clutches of that monster that drinks blood. , otherwise I would have turned into a pile of bones."

"So, I owe you a life..." Triss Chayaju's eyes stared straight at the witcher, with a blushing face, moist eyes, and slightly curled lips, and she was so charming, "I How should I repay you?"

Follow me back to Nuo City and help me improve the herbal medicine.

Roy said it in his mind, but rejected it with his mouth, "I just accepted the guidance of fate, and it happened at the right time...that's all. Fate will give me gifts, not you."

"Your Excellency, in your heart, does a warlock's life not deserve a gift of thanks?" Triss said with a bit of dissatisfaction in her voice, and left the stone bed with both hands. Her body seemed to have not recovered yet, and her steps were staggering. The ground is close to the witcher.

A scent of roses blew over, but it was not as strong as coral.

More refreshing and refreshing.

"I didn't mean that...your life is quite important." Roy pretended to be helpless and shook his head, "Okay, thank you...let me think about it before saying anything, okay?"

"Think slowly and carefully...money, alchemy materials, and other requirements, as long as I can fulfill them..." Triss moved slightly past his body and looked around in the hall. But all he saw was blood stains all over the ground.

A pair of eyes flickered.

"Where is the body of the high-level vampire?"

Roy walked to her left and stood side by side. The hair on her shoulders was redder than coral.

"After it died, it turned into a pool of blood and disappeared completely."

In fact, the soulless humanoid shell had been put into the coffin given to him by Roy by Roy, and then put into the trophy package.

As a commission item.

Roy also took advantage of the opportunity to collect the second ingredient of the "Elixir of Strengthening" - the highly absorbent blood essence.

Now we still need the essence of the dragon's blood. Now that the three ingredients are complete, we can start refining the elixir of tempering and evolve the ancient blood.

Triss frowned her small eyebrows and turned her head with suspicion, "But I heard that high-level vampires are immortal, so it's so easy to-"

Her voice stopped suddenly. She and the witcher were so close that when she turned around hastily, her soft chest touched each other...and her forehead touched his mouth at the same time.

It was like taking the initiative to offer it to him for a gentle kiss.

Triss Merigold fell into a gaffe for the second time today.

Triss, you are dead, you senile old maid!

He threw himself into his arms again, and took the initiative to "offer a kiss"...

"Triss, does it hurt somewhere?" The witcher's soft greeting rang in his ears, and he held her limp arm.

The sorceress was like a demon. She didn’t know why she did it, but she did it. She fell into the arms of the witcher, looked at him apologetically, her eyes were watery and her voice was weak, " Sorry...I, my foot seems to be hurt a little."

The tip of her nose trembled slightly, and she was able to relive the familiar scent as she wished.

The witcher glanced at her state suspiciously,

Health (health)

Huh?

"Then I'll help you." The tip of the demon hunter's nose brushed past the lady's face and hair pretending to be unintentional. Suddenly, he smelled a familiar smell - he had tasted it in Coral's laboratory. Dayton's mandrake.

A drug used to enhance pleasure between lovers, it has a powerful effect - a high-level vampire grinds this drug into powder and mixes it with cooking spices, then smears it on the sorceress's face and inhales it into her body.

At this time, Roy found the source of the woman's abnormality, but he did not say anything about it.

He pretended not to know anything, put his arm around her back shoulder, and held her left elbow with the other.

The two of them were very close to each other, and walked slowly to the other end of the cave, past Grufeld's condiment table filled with various spices, and the braziers on both sides.

They saw several human remains, a grill, an iron pot, and a linen bag. This was Grufeld's entire family property.

On the short ten-meter journey, Triss's heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion. She seemed to have used an overdose of anesthetic powder. A stream of electric current passed through his hands and continued to flow through her body.

She was intoxicated and couldn't help herself.

The long-lost feelings arose, and she longed to use some kind of action to fill the years of blankness and dry heart.

She lowered her head and saw the green moss on the ground.

She suddenly had a bold and crazy idea, Moss...

She stood on tiptoes and raised her chin towards the person beside her, trying awkwardly to trace the source of the breath.

Come, in a cave under the moonlight, with a bed of moss...

Take the night as your quilt.

Roy suddenly clapped his hands, and the loud applause instantly interrupted her beautiful reverie.

Involuntarily, he helped the sorceress to sit on the spice table.

The witcher left her behind, quickly stepped forward and opened the linen bag, took out a small leather book and muttered, "This vampire actually writes a diary. This vampire is not serious at all."

He turned and glanced at the woman.

"Triss, seriously, why don't you take some medicine? If your face is so red, I'm afraid I caught a cold from the night wind."

The sorceress sat on the stone platform, her head lowered, her soft red hair covering most of her face, and her expression could not be seen,

"No, I don't take medicine. Please read it to me."

She rubbed her hot cheeks, her voice filled with shame and loss.

"Cough, cough..." The witcher cleared his throat and opened the brown sheepskin manual, which had a row of Nilfgaardian words written on it——

Mocha Aip Grufeld’s Northward Migration Diary

……

January 1262

Damn it!

Damn it!

As the most advanced creature in this world, the top being in the food chain, I, the great Grufeld, am still controlled by others.

Hiding in a down-and-out aristocratic family, pretending to be an unknown rat, carefully sucking the stinking blood of an old man with his feet half in the ground every day.

And all of this is thanks to that adult!

No hands allowed, control appetite...

Are you going to make me suffer? !

I have had enough of these humiliations, and I decided to stay away from the south and follow the Nilfgaardian army to the north... As long as I leave the old guy's territory, it can no longer control me.

Everything went well...I became a **** of Army Group Center.

I am about to go to war and feast on the devastated battlefield.

……

April 1262

The Central Army Group has merged with the Alba Division, Deswen Division, and Ad Fein Division of the Third Army under the Amer Mountains.

It has been stationed for more than two months now.

Train every day, from morning to night!

"Same pace! In the same direction! Keep the queue tight! Act as a team!"

"Stab!"

"Stab!"

Swinging the spear made me feel angry, and I had to suppress my physical fitness to the level of an ordinary person!

It's simply torture.

The only consolation is that I have to admit that the food of the army is quite good. Emperor Emhyr is ambitious for this war and does not treat the soldiers badly at all. They can enjoy meat every day: pork, venison... If it were an ordinary person, Thank you so much!

But we are a great race. I not only eat meat, I also drink blood!

I can't wait for the war to come. I really can't bear to live without "good wine".

I'm going crazy!

I tore out the carotid arteries of two fellow soldiers and sucked them to death.

These two perverts actually wanted to **** me, a male, but they made a serious mistake - I never play with food.

I took advantage of the darkness to flap my wings, flew away from the Amer Mountains, and entered Soden on the south bank of the Yaruga River, becoming a deserter!

Haha!

I heard that the blood of people in the north is not as dry as in the south... There are no terrifying elders in the north to suppress them, so let me have a taste of it!

……

June 1262

I spent two months on several farms in Sowden.

I released the nature I had suppressed for hundreds of years, went on a killing spree, drank blood, and came to the conclusion that pure boys and girls, and blood containing magic are the sweetest.

If you add a little fear as yeast, it will make the most perfect, delicious wine in the world.

Every time I taste it, I feel that the world is so beautiful, and I realize more and more that Vicovaro's two hundred years were wasted time.

At that time, I was like a maggot sitting at the bottom of a cesspit, waiting for humans to feed on the stinky and dirty excrement.

The omnipresent oppression of the elders is a waste of my life!

Now, my life finally has meaning!

I decided to change places every month.

I want to eat all over the north!

……

August 1262

Wow, the prosperity of Temeria's capital city is not as prosperous as that of a remote province in the south.

I have a clear prediction of the outcome of the future war.

This also created a huge problem when the entire north became the territory of Nilfgaard.

Will that adult come to control me again?

Out of this consideration, I acted more and more unscrupulously.

I discovered that Vizima actually lived with a sibling, a beautiful female beast, whose life was even more miserable than that of a dog.

But he is older than me.

I can't afford to mess with you.

After finishing my last meal, I left Vizima...

Great Hades, bless me to finally enjoy a miraculous meal!

……

After reading the diary, the witcher and the sorceress couldn’t help but look at each other,

"Is there any mistake? A high-level vampire couldn't survive in the south, so he joined the army and came to the north?"

"Is this Gruffier a comedian?"

Roy shook his head and complained in his mind, noticing an important point in the diary.

There is no doubt that the adult who lives in Vicovaro and restricts Grufeld's behavior is the Shadow Elder from the south.

I don’t know who is more powerful than the one from Toussaint Cave.

Sooner or later he would have to meet these two old guys for a while.

He secretly kept it in mind.

Triss came back from her thoughts. The experience of the royal advisor made her keenly aware that the focus of the diary was not the vampire's complaints. "Nilfgaard stationed troops on Mount Amel to prepare for the northward march. The North is no longer a secret."

But the sorceress had no idea that the Emperor of Nilfgaard had more ambitions than just Cintra.

According to the description in the diary, he wants to take the entire northern territory into his pocket!

"This diary alone involves the two southern armies: the Central Army and the Third Army. It seems that there is much more than that..."

"A conservative estimate of the number of soldiers is tens of thousands... This exceeds His Majesty Foltest's original expectation..."

The sorceress's face became a little ugly, and her right hand couldn't help but pinch a strand of hair on the side of her face, "Can Cintra hold on?"

Roy observed her expression,

"You are going to reveal the news to Foltest, right, Triss?"

The sorceress hesitated, maybe she should leave it to Keira, the pregnant lady, to win the favor of the king.

Seeing this, Roy simply threw the diary away,

Triss held the diary in her arms ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked surprised. She couldn't understand why the other party gave such a big gift so lightly.

"I am a witcher and this thing is of no use to me, but no matter how you plan to use it, please conceal my existence."

Roy wanted to do an experiment. Can Princess Yada and the advice of the royal advisor make Foltest, the stubborn king, change his mind and send troops to rescue before the catastrophe of Cintra?

Can Sintra be allowed to last a little longer, or even change history.

Although the chance of this is very small, there is nothing to lose if you try.

Triss pursed her lips, holding the heart-shaped amulet around her neck with her left hand, looking at the witcher up and down with her blue eyes, and suddenly said with emotion, "You saved my life and gave me another great gift. , I, how should I thank you?"

"Have you thought about it?"

……

Roy smiled happily, now that he had basic trust, the time was ripe.