The Divine Hunter Chapter 27: The Last Witcher

When Roy woke up from the operating table, yesterday's fatigue and bruises on his skin had all disappeared. His body was brand new and he was extremely energetic.

"Child, you have to thank your teacher." Nannick smiled and handed over a bowl of sticky, dark porridge-like food that exuded a strong fishy smell.

"Drink this bowl of medicinal soup first, not a drop is left!"

The young man took the medicine bowl without saying a word and took a sip. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood crawled out, and the stench of the medicine soup that was unbearable to ordinary people could not even make him frown.

"I have to thank Leisuo? What did that guy do while I was asleep?"

"Despite his appearance, he is thoughtful and detailed in his work. After you fell asleep due to fatigue, he massaged you to activate your blood circulation for more than two hours. Otherwise, no matter how energetic you are, you will not be able to eliminate muscle fatigue in just one night."

"This guy..."

Roy pressed his wrist. He remembered that there was a circle of heavy bruises yesterday, but now he could only see a very faint, almost dissipated trace. Even the blisters and redness on the palm of his hand had been greatly alleviated. .

He has experienced the traditional massage technique of the Snake Sect, and it still works well today.

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The next step is the same process, the sorceress's daily physical examination, recording of body data, and infusion of hormones.

Then the beaten-up boy entered the training ground. The demon hunter was waiting there with a cold expression and his sword raised.

"Another busy and fulfilling day..."

However, today's training environment is slightly different. The girls in the temple did not pay attention to the abnormal situation here in the past two days.

But today, several teenage priest apprentices wearing gray dresses and green faces quietly came nearby and looked at the red-faced boy curiously.

Under the sun, the bald man stretched out his muscled arms from time to time and pointed, while the young man was like a puppet under his hand, mechanically repeating the movements of swinging his sword. There were only two movements, first chopping, and then It's the thrust...boring and monotonous.

"It's boring! Just two moves to and fro, it's better to watch acrobatics!" A girl with pigtails and baby fat on her face watched for a long time and pursed her lips, "Who are they and what qualifications do they have?" Dancing with swords in the temple?"

"I guess it's the knight of the White Rose..." A small girl with astonishingly bright eyes said seriously, "Here in the temple, Sister Nannike only allows knights to draw their weapons!"

"Second! Last month, on the 27th, wasn't there a group of White Rose Knights who came to the temple?" The girl with a ponytail on the back of her head and a pointed chin recalled with admiration, "They were also in the yard at that time. Practice martial arts...in order to deter those with evil intentions and protect the sisters in the temple!"

"The knights of the White Rose will not protect the temple... because Sister Nanike would rather spend her money on relieving the poor than hire these vampires!" A tall girl led a pair of The taciturn child like a porcelain doll stood up and retorted, "Last time the knight came to the temple just to **** Her Majesty the Queen of Elland."

The tall girl looked determined,

"As for the two of them, they are not wearing the knight's exquisite plate armor, and there is no white rose emblem on their chests... Pay attention to their eyes, the bald head must be a demon hunter, and the young one may be an apprentice!"

"Oh - the demon hunters... they are not as decent and noble as the White Rose Knight... but they are also a group of pitiful people. No wonder grandma is willing to take them in."

A group of girls were chattering and discussing how witchers used the eyes of beasts to fight, and unknowingly they turned to another topic.

"Queen Amelia will come here every month, donate a sum of money, and buy elixirs from Aunt Nannike. There is no more devout believer than her, and she definitely deserves to have a lovely child... …But why doesn’t Goddess Meliteli let the Queen and the Prince get their wish?”

"Shut up, Lily! Your Majesty is yours to discuss?!" Aurora II looked around at the little girls fiercely, "Stop talking behind your back like a talkative woman, go back to class! You're late! You will be punished by copying your homework a hundred times in one minute!"

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"Little devil, how dare you get distracted in front of me!"

The demon hunter struck Roy's right cheek with a sword, and a blood mark instantly swelled on the smooth skin.

"Hiss - Leisuo, are you jealous that I have hair... Why do you always aim at my face?!"

The boy grinned in pain, his thoughts drifting back from the girls' conversation.

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On the other side, the chief priest of the Meliteli Temple, Nennik, the sorceress Coral, and Aurora also came to the temple courtyard at some point, watching the two people from a distance.

"Coral, what do you think of that child?"

Nennik stroked her chest worriedly. In fact, she had always felt that it was not a good idea for the temple to accept the Trial of Grass. After all, not all witchers were as trustworthy as Geralt.

Mutation is full of uncertainty. Not only will the body of the tester change, but his mood may also change drastically! Who knows whether this seemingly gentle child will become a killing machine in the future?

"Ouch... my old mother Nannick! Didn't you promise me many times? With Rita Nieder, the thirteenth leader of the Warlock Brotherhood, in charge of the whole process, there will be no problem!"

"Coral! Don't call me old mom, I tremble all over just thinking about this possibility! You are no younger than me!"

"Old mama~IndoMTL.com~ Let's not expose each other... Speaking of this little guy," the sorceress couldn't help but laugh, "Although we have only been in contact for less than a day, I found that he is very ' "Interesting", his tone of voice and his way of thinking are unusual. According to my many years of experience in understanding people, he is definitely not a child from the countryside of Lower Aden. On the contrary, I feel..."

"He doesn't look like a northerner?" Ai Ruola tapped her chin and couldn't agree more, "He doesn't even look like a southerner."

How did he know about his entanglement with Geralt?

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Everyone noticed something strange about the boy.

A glimmer of light flashed in the sorceress's blue eyes, and she slowly closed her slender fingers in mid-air, trying to grasp something, "Anyway, the trial has just begun, and this little guy can't escape from my grasp. Sooner or later I will study everything clearly."

Then she turned to the old priest and said, "You, don't have any psychological burden. Just study the witcher's potion formula carefully, and maybe you can get inspiration to make a few cures. Further spread the praise of Merita The merciful name of the goddess Li."

"Besides, we have done a good thing..."

Nennick asked doubtfully, "How to say?"

"According to the incomplete statistics of the Warlock Brotherhood, the whereabouts of demon hunters have become more and more mysterious in the past twenty years or so. There may even be no new demon hunters born at all. I mean all schools of thought."

Coral raised her pretty face slightly, and her tone was filled with a hint of sympathy and sadness, "If they continue like this, sooner or later they will completely withdraw from the stage of history. And if there is only one special group of warlocks in this world, it will be too boring, and the folk are still Their efforts are needed."

"With my help... maybe this little guy will become the last witcher."