The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: One-eyed Jack’s old friend
The first ray of white light emitted from the sky.
Roy woke up from the simple bed made of hay, his dark golden pupils slightly dilated, staring blankly at his empty right hand, he could still feel the warmth and softness of last night.
The rich rose fragrance seems to be lingering on your fingertips.
But the beautiful woman has left.
After a night of rowing at sea, Rita Nied pushed him into the portal.
Send a farewell gift——
In the palm of the left hand lies a delicate glass tube as long as the index finger, filled with deep red liquid. The rich magic power is as real as the substance. The extremely gorgeous elemental glow shines through the glass, almost overflowing from the cork at the mouth of the bottle. And out.
"Blood Essence"
Comes from a powerful spellcaster, containing abundant magic.
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Rita Nied is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Warlock Association.
Her blood essence can naturally stimulate the ancient blood and is an important component of the tempering elixir, but Roy did not expect that she would be willing to trust him even at the risk of being cursed and damaging her body.
The witcher felt warm in his heart.
Put the gift in your arms, hold it gently, and put it into the trophy package.
"Don't take advantage of her in vain, prepare more surprises in the future!"
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"Hey, boy, did you go out and have fun again last night?"
As soon as Roy walked downstairs and walked to the door, he was stopped by three snake sects, looking like they were going to attack the enemy.
The bald man looked unhappy, while the Oakes brothers were very interested.
"What spell did that old woman Rita Nidd cast on you that made you so obsessed?"
Roy rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips, feeling confident,
"Don't blame me! Am I the kind of person who is addicted to beauty? In fact, I talked to Coral about serious business all night, and I was exhausted until I finally convinced her."
"In two days, she will come to Nuo City to talk to Cat Vulture about Karl's Trial of Green Grass...and by the way...she can also check on Kaiyan's injuries."
The smiles on Brother Oaks' faces froze, and the bald man turned his head slightly embarrassed.
The three of them combined are dozens of times older than Roy, but the help they provided to the two cat factions was far less than the latter.
You have to be ashamed.
"So the sorceress is quite useful..." Oakes wiped his nose and patted his little brother on the shoulder, "Roy, from now on you will sacrifice a little, feed her, and completely win over... the snake sect. To develop and grow, you really need a trustworthy warlock!"
"You have to hold on to your ready-made golden thigh. Boy, if you need to use magic in the future, you can contact Rita Nied. You can save a lot of money." Seret analyzed seriously.
"No need to remind you...wait, what about feeding and saving money?!"
"Ahem, kid, I see your eyes are dark and your face is pale. You obviously put in a lot of energy last night and you should make up for it. We are going to refine two energy potions and prepare them for you. Just in case!"
Roy looked at the three seniors who had fled and sighed.
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In the yard outside the house, a young Cat Sect apprentice was wielding a training sword alone, his thin body jumping back and forth on a dozen wooden stakes.
As flexible as a monkey.
From his mouth, Roy learned that his teacher Mao Jiu and Kaiyan went to the seaside on the outskirts of Nuo City to look for the wreckage of the "Flying Stag" and the blueprint of the Cat Faction.
In Roy's memory, there were only a few water ghosts in that place, and they were of little interest. He did not intend to get involved.
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The two shops are still being renovated, Cantila is also guarding there, and several companions are busy with their own tasks at hand.
For a while, Roy was free, so he took the Wolfen Yellow Dog with him and went to the market stall to visit the old Moore couple who were selling vegetables. He stretched the dog's mouth into a big cake. It made little Minogue laugh.
In fact, according to the current financial resources of the witcher, the old Moores can live a prosperous life without working.
But the two couples have worked hard for most of their lives, and they are not used to it if they have to take time off and live a pampered life.
He didn't force it.
After chatting with his family for a while, the witcher was ready to relax and pick up his long-forgotten hobby, going to the tavern to get addicted to Gwent.
But as soon as he took out the Gwent card, he suddenly remembered something, which was buried in the depths of his memory——
More than a year ago, on the day he left Caye Village, One-Eyed Jack at the Old Captain’s Tavern asked him to bring greetings to an old friend, Frank at No. 320 on the Canalside of Novotown (Volume 1, Chapter 14).
"If it hadn't been for Old Jack's generous donation, I might not have been able to join the Snake Faction."
What's more, the old man also gave him an expensive pair of Gwent cards.
Just in time.
"I must help you with this!"
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Civil area.
A wide circle around the gurgling canal.
Roy found a dilapidated two-story building in the southwest corner of the river. Next to the mottled door, there was a wooden sign - No. 320, Ring City River.
"Dong dong...is there anyone there?"
"Bang, bang! Is Frank in there?"
"Crunch——"
The door opened, revealing a decadent man's face.
He looks about thirty or forty years old, with sharp features and slightly prominent cheekbones.
Because he had not taken care of his personal hygiene for a long time, his face was oily, his chin was covered with green stubble ringing to his ears, and bunches of greasy brown hair were draped over his shoulders, exuding a faint rancid smell.
The man seemed to have not rested for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.
But his body shape was like a standing grizzly bear, at least 1.9 meters tall. His arms and neck were all covered with bulging muscles like rocks. There was a thick layer of calluses, and a finger-long old scratch could be seen above the collarbone.
Todd
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Identity: Mercenary
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"Who are you, Your Excellency?" The man's gray eyes glanced at the demon hunter - with his gray-black armor, strong figure, dark gold vertical pupils, attire and aura, he definitely did not look like a good citizen.
The big man leaned forward and frowned, making a very oppressive posture. His forehead was criss-crossed with furrows, making him appear to be full of thoughts.
"Who are you? If I remember correctly, the owner of this house should be called Frank?" Roy looked at the big man without showing any signs of weakness, and his tone became cold.
His identity as a mercenary coupled with his sturdy build.
Why does he think this guy is going to be detrimental to the target!
The man shook his head, looked over the witcher's shoulder, stared at the water of the canal, and said in a slightly sad tone, "No matter who you are or what your purpose is in finding the old man, you are too late, Frank." It must have been five years since I died... Now I am the only one living in this house."
The keen perception told the witcher that the strong man was not lying.
He sighed in disappointment,
"This visit is mainly to bring greetings to Frank. It comes from his old friend One-Eyed Jack. Unexpectedly... alas..."
"Are you referring to the one-eyed old widower who once sailed in Sintra, later settled in Aedirn, and loves to collect Gwent cards?" The man's tone suddenly became subtle.
"Running a freighter from Skellige!"
"Well, I remembered it wrong. Come in and sit down, friend..." The man stretched out his hand to lead him.
Roy followed him into the room and immediately frowned. A smell of sweat and rancidity rushed into his nose crazily, making people think of socks that had not been washed for many days mixed with spoiled bread. People want to vomit.
And the layout of the room.
Like most frustrated middle-aged men living alone: dusty floors, messy dishes that have not been cleaned, a broken sofa filled with changes of clothes, and a pile of empty wine bottles.
The man sat down on the sofa. Da Leilie stretched out his hand and pushed the sweaty and smelly clothes beside him to the ground, revealing an empty space covered with unknown brown patches.
"Well, I can just stand."
"It's up to you!" The man didn't mind. He raised his head and forced a smile. The dense wrinkles on his forehead still carried lingering sadness. "How is old Jack now? Is his body still strong? Can he run? ?"
"Of course, I can eat and drink, and I even found time to kill a few wolves, but that was a year ago, and I haven't been back to Aden for a long time." Roy looked around and saw the old wooden stairs. The second floor going up is divided into several small rooms.
"By the way, I am Frank's son, Todd, a mercenary who just returned to Nuo City not long ago."
The witcher's strong grip~IndoMTL.com~I am Roy, a witcher of the snake sect. ”
Toad looked startled when he heard this, and his gray pupils shrank into slits. A hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.
He stood up excitedly, his tone excited.
"I should have thought of it earlier, dark golden vertical pupils, this kind of body shape, master demon hunter, that's it!"
This kind of reaction made Roy find it very interesting. Most people would not give a good look after knowing their identities, but the other party was uncharacteristically happy, unless——
"Master Roy, I think that meeting you today must be the guidance of fate." Todd raised his head, with expectation on his greasy cheeks, "I have long heard that demon hunters have all kinds of incredible abilities. , seems to be able to detect any clues, and is better than a hound at tracking and finding people?"
"Then?"
Roy crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin. He felt like business was coming to him again.
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