The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Cat Vulture

In the evening, a howling cold wind blew in the woods, and then the drizzle fell through the cracks in the forest and fell to the ground covered with thick dead branches and leaves, diluting the warm blood.

The witcher's eyes were fixed on the man thirty feet away, a witcher——

He stood quietly facing the crowd, wearing black light armor. Compared to most of his muscular peers, his medium-height figure seemed a bit thin, but his limbs were slender and his lean muscles were full of streamlined beauty.

He carried two swords on his back, the silver sword still stayed firmly in the sheath, while the steel sword was wiped clean of blood, and he danced several sword flowers quickly with his left hand.

He is left-handed.

His face was stained with blood, and a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes, making it difficult to see the color of his eyes and the direction of his gaze. Short black hair looks very refreshing and should be taken care of regularly. The high nose bridge, thin lips, pointed chin, and extremely distinct facial features, especially the pair of pointed and thin ears, indicate his elf ancestry.

Three-quarter elves. It is rumored that the members of the Cat Faction have more or less elven blood, which makes them even more agile.

This reminded Roy of the crispy assassin.

Flius

Age: 87

Gender: Male

Identity: Cat School Demon Hunter

Life: 150

Magic power: 110

Attributes:

Strength:? (Insufficient perception)

Agility:?

Physique: 15

Perception: 14

Will: 10

Charm: 6

Spirit: 11

Skills:

Witcher Seal lv5, Meditation lv9, Cat School Sword Skills lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv10, Alchemy lv8...

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"What do you call a friend of the Cat Faction?" Lei Suo spread his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

The corners of the guy's mouth curved strangely, revealing a cold and somewhat nervous smile.

"Before asking other people's names, shouldn't the four of you tell yourself your family name?"

"I am Reso of Guleta," then the bald demon hunter introduced his companions one by one, "Ox, Seret, Roy... all come from the Viper School."

He showed the pendant on his chest to the other party,

"Flius, from the Cat School."

"Do you know Carl?"

"Are you referring to the orphan?"

Mao Pai slid his sunglasses down and placed them on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the opposite side with his gray-green vertical pupils. The long sword in his hand suddenly penetrated the ground and he crossed his arms. "I have to remind the four of you that that kid has had **** with me a long time ago." We made a promise, and just now I avenged him..." He looked at the head on the ground, "All the robbers are dead, and I have fulfilled my promise. The child now belongs to me, and no one can take it away!"

His tone was very strange, with a long tail tone, and he couldn't tell which country's dialect he came from, but coupled with his expression, it had to be said that he deserved a beating.

Serrit, who has an impulsive personality, became a little angry and his eyes burst into flames. Fortunately, Roy held down his shoulders in time.

"Friends of the Cat Party, don't be nervous. Since you have chosen that child first, we won't compete with you."

"Snake sect, are you so kind? After tracking me all the way, you gave up so easily?"

"You are wrong. We are tracking the group of robbers," Roy smiled helplessly. Friius' temper was not much better than Serrit's. "Since you have dealt with them, there is no need for us to take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence.

The two faces facing each other are observing.

Flius's body bowed slightly, and his hands hanging by his sides quickly moved around his fingers, ready to move at any time.

Brother Oaks had expressionless expressions on his face. This Cat Faction didn't seem to be as crazy and unreasonable as they imagined. He also had good swordsmanship and was a good opponent for sparring.

Lesuo crossed his arms over his chest and his amber pupils flashed with memories, as if he was remembering someone.

"How about...finding a place to chat?" Roy broke the deadlock, "It's not easy to meet someone of the same kind. We can communicate."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of dwarf liquor from somewhere and took a sip of it for himself. Then he endured the burning sensation that stung his throat and threw the bottle to the other party.

"Wine will affect my reaction speed. I never drink this stuff." The demon hunter held the wine bottle and tilted it slowly, letting the liquor slip from the blade of the shining steel sword. "But I Brother, thank you for your hospitality."

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At night.

The fire in the middle of the forest tore through the darkness, and five demon hunters were sitting around.

On the bonfire was a disembowelled, roasted elk that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The fat exuded the alluring aroma of meat and hissed into the flames, and the aroma spread far into the night.

This was originally the camp of the bandits, but they had turned into cold corpses and been buried underground.

Of course the ears were cut off.

The witchers naturally occupy this camp.

"To be honest, before today, I rarely heard news about the Viper School." Furius used a hunter's knife to cut off a piece of barbecue, stuffed it into his mouth while it was hot, and then licked his tongue, feeling very happy. "Let alone meeting four people at once."

"The school of the Snake Sect is in the south, within the Nilfgaard Empire. Most of the snake sect's demon hunters have never set foot in the northern territory in their lives." Lei Suo took a sip of strong wine and narrowed his eyes happily. Eyes, "It's normal if you haven't heard of it."

"Nilfgaard? No wonder. By the way, you snake sect all like to hunt in groups? In the north, it is rare to have demon hunters who travel together." Furius looked confused, "It is more efficient to make money alone. ”

"I have no choice but to do so..." Reso said. "The school of the Snake Sect was destroyed by the Wild Hunt and was completely abandoned. Moreover, a few years ago, the new emperor of Nilfgaard came to the throne and issued a decree that prohibited demon hunters. It is even more stringent. We have no basis for survival in the south and can only try our luck in the north. I will not hide it from you..." Lei Suo wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, "The four of us are the only remaining hunters of the Snake Sect. Devil."

After listening to the bald man’s half-truth and half-false explanation, Furius’s dejected expression finally changed, and there was a hint of touch in his eyes.

"Your Excellency Furius, why did you come to Temeria?" Roy sprinkled some mustard powder on the barbecue to make it more delicious.

Behind him, Wilt, the brown horse, quietly stretched his head over, and Golfin the black dog lay on his nose. Both guys stared at the food without blinking.

Not the barbecue, but the bottle of liquor.

"Naughty devil!"

Roy smiled and cursed, and put a drop on each of their tongues.

Then the two guys backed away with a look of ** on their faces.

Flius glanced at it, but didn't ask any more questions.

"I am a traveler, looking for commissions all over the world to support myself," he turned his eyes to the deep night, "while looking for an apprentice who can inherit my legacy."

"You are very lucky... Carl is a strong boy, and there is a high probability that he can survive the trial of green grass." Seret also joined the conversation, but his tone was a bit aggressive, staring at the cat-sect witcher with a look in his eyes. With a hint of provocation, "I'm also very curious. Does the commission you speak of refer to the commission of hiring a murderer to kill someone?"

After Seret finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly turned cold. For a moment, everyone fell into silence.

Only the sound of fire burning firewood and the crackling of grease, and the sound of deep swallowing could be heard.

"The reputation of our school is not very good, I admit it." Furius put down a deer leg that had been chewed into bones. He ate a lot, but he ate very slowly, without wasting any food.

Brothers Roy, Reso, and Oaks have heard a lot of rumors about the Cat School.

The Cat Sect is probably the largest sect of demon hunters in existence.

The fighting style of the Cat Faction Demon Hunters focuses on improving speed, precision and agility. Just like Furius, who wears black light armor, the equipment they wear is designed to not affect body flexibility and to be as light as possible.

Sadly their moral and political stances are as flexible as light armor.

A considerable number of Cat Faction members accepted abnormal commissions from demon hunters, killing people and assassinating people to earn commissions.

And the bad impact caused by the actions of this group of "fallen ones" hangs over the heads of the demon hunters like dark clouds, smearing their reputation.

"But this does not mean that all Cats are madmen, assassins, and butchers. There are also many members who abide by the tradition of witchers from beginning to end and only kill 'monsters.'" Furius looked depressed. , obviously he was also troubled a lot.

Because of the reputation of Cat Pie.

"My intuition tells me that you are a rule-abiding person..."

Ochs put aside his past grudges and offered him a rib.

Flius responded with a deer leg from a distance.

"Your Excellency..."

"You can call me Cat Vulture."

"Your Excellency Cat Eagle, what is the current situation of the Cat Faction? Isn't it better than our Snake Faction?"

Flius was silent for a long time, "The school of the Cat School is probably not going to be easy either."

"I don't know what those old guys in the school are thinking. Are they specifically selecting young street kids with violent tendencies to be apprentices, or are some unpredictable and cruel characters being released by the Green Grass Trial? After all this, Years ago, most of the core members of the school have grown into a group of psychopaths, lunatics, and sadists."

The tone changed, "I can't communicate with them, so I haven't returned to school for more than ten years. I only occasionally hear some news from individual colleagues."

Roy thought thoughtfully, each school's grass trial mutation formula is different. Maybe the cat sect's secret recipe naturally has some flaws, or it may be the reason why the elven bloodline is incompatible with some aspects of the formula.

"Your Excellency Cat Eagle~IndoMTL.com~What are you going to do with the kid Karl? Sooner or later he will have to return to the Cat School for the Green Grass Trial, right?"

"This kind of thing doesn't have to be in school," Flius explained, "and there's no rush for time now. That kid Karl needs at least a year of adaptive training, and I'm going to do it in Novigrad. Find him a place to stay."

The four demon hunters exchanged looks.

Roy was delighted. Furius seemed to be carrying the formula with him?

"By the way, boy from the Snake Sect, your name is Roy, right? You don't look very old."

"This kid accepted the Green Grass Trial more than half a year ago..." Leisuo took over, "He is currently less than fifteen years old."

Flius's eyes lit up and he looked around between Leisuo and Roy, "Can you talk to me in detail? I want to know his complete trial process."

"That's going to be a long story..."

"Believe me, I have enough patience."