The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Take me away

The cold night wind blew through a ginkgo forest. The branches and leaves trembled and rustled, and the moonlight danced peacefully on the mottled ground.

Beside a blazing bonfire, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

The woman's violet eyes stared at the night sky, her tone full of emotion, "The mutant they are talking about is called Cohen...Master Roy is also a demon hunter, have you heard of him?"

"I heard a little bit..." Roy took out the Golfin from his hood, put it in his arms, and rubbed its soft belly.

It began to roll playfully, playing with the witcher's fingers like a cat teaser.

The woman's expression couldn't help but become more relaxed when she saw this.

"He comes from a cliff near the sea at the foot of Dragon Mountain. He is a gryphon school demon hunter who graduated from Kyle Siren."

Compared with the panicked expression just now, the woman's expression was gentle at this moment, and the moonlight reflected her passionate face.

"Wait...Ms. Igsena visited Griffin Academy? Can you find it there?"

"Cohen took me to the castle for a walk, but I feel that his teacher Kelda doesn't like me very much and doesn't want me to stay there for too long?" she said, "As for the fortress, it's almost the same. In ruins - Cohen told me that many years ago, most of the castle's buildings were washed away by a huge avalanche."

"Cohen and his teacher... Kelda still live in one of the few remaining shabby houses..."

Roy nodded, and fragments of information about his Griffin sect colleague Cohen flashed through his mind. He only remembered that this guy would guide Ciri in swordsmanship for a period of time in the future.

As for Kyle, the current grand master of the Griffin School, he has heard of his name for a long time.

It is necessary to obtain more information to facilitate the plan.

"Ahem, ma'am, I don't mean any harm. I may have to pay a friendly visit to Kaer Siren in the near future. I want to know more about the Griffin witchers...such as the relationship between you and Cohen. Are they a couple?"

From the observed results.

This young woman is twenty years old. Her physical fitness is average, but she is tall, has delicate features, and her skin is not as rough as other village women. She is a typical farm beauty.

My **** are just mediocre.

She lowered her head silently, and after a moment.

"Hmm".

"Cohen and I have known each other for more than a year."

Roy nodded secretly.

So, doesn’t that guy owe me a favor?

"Listen to what these two **** just said, your village hates demon hunters. How do you get in touch with Cohen?" Roy paused, "Of course, you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter. But if you don't Mind you, the more detailed the better."

"I..." The woman put her hands in front of the fire to warm them, a shy blush appeared on her face, she turned her head and glanced at the two men lying in the field not far away.

They have finished their fierce battle.

A big man is lying in a heap.

I snored one after another.

"Master, don't worry about these two **** Henryl and Coud, if you wake them up——"

Roy glanced at the two sleeping men with complicated eyes.

"Sorry... I didn't expect them to be so fast and last so short. I probably need to see a doctor. But it doesn't matter, they won't wake up within an hour. You continue."

"I used to think that witchers were monsters, executioners, robbers and perverts. Because the elders in the village said so——"

The woman recalled describing,

“Demon hunters hide in the snowy mountains, associate with hairy and strong snow monsters and ferocious wolves, drink blood from their hair, rob and kill travelers passing by, and the most abominable thing is that they like to sneak into the village and take them with them. Take other people’s children, even babies in their swaddling clothes.”

Roy sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not a demon hunter. This was clearly a gremlin and a "beast".

There is still a long way to go to improve the reputation of demon hunters, especially in this kind of rural and barren land.

"Have you never hired a witcher to help in your village?"

"Our village was established less than twenty years ago, and many villagers' impressions of demon hunters are only based on rumors." The woman shook her head and continued, "Until last summer, I was washing clothes by the Tango River in the east of the village. , a slippery scary monster suddenly jumped out of the water, grabbed my ankle and pulled me into the water."

"Water ghost!" Roy said.

"Yes, it's this thing! I heard the old people in the village say...it drags people into the water. If the person taken away is a male, they will kill and eat them."

"If it's a woman..." Igesena took a deep breath, a trace of heart palpitations flashed across her face, and whispered gloomily. "Capture the nests, tie them up to breed offspring, and give birth to water ghost cubs!"

"Just making it up!" Roy rolled his eyes, "How can a human woman compete with a jellyfish for a man? Those old men don't even know what reproductive isolation is!"

He is now both afraid and looking forward to the other party saying more sarcastic words.

"I will never forget that day. He suddenly appeared, with flames coming out of his palms, and ignited the water ghost like magic and burned him alive." The woman shook her head, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, and her tone was gentle, without any trace of her previous "He rescued a poor and ignorant woman."

"I was soaked all over, drank a lot of water in my stomach, and lay on the cobblestones cold and scared, like a vegetable. Cohen continued to help me selflessly..." Igesena said, "I He carried me to the woods. He built a bonfire for me to dry my clothes and keep warm. He also fed me a glass tube of green liquid. I later learned that it was medicine to prevent colds. He was so considerate!"

"I was scared at the time. I thought he would hurt me...I kept my head down and looked at him from the corner of my eye——" Igesena's tone was gentle and watery, with the mood of a young girl in love, " He is tall, with thick black hair and a short black beard, full of masculinity. There are some small acne scars on his face, like those left after recovering from smallpox..."

"What impressed me most is that his eyes are of several colors, white, yellow, green..."

Roy's face turned solemn.

Based on his experience in two grass trials.

The more difficult the mutation process is, the more complex the iris color will be.

He was almost dead from exhaustion.

Cohen must have suffered more than he did.

"I thought he would say something," the woman continued, "but when I regained my mobility, he left without saying a word. He didn't make any demands..."

"Until I returned home and thought about it...I felt more and more that the stories I had heard were too ridiculous to be true." The woman's tone fell into a deep tone, "The witcher is not at all what the old man in the village described him to be. Pus discharges from the soles of the feet."

"Coen was like a knight, heroically and selflessly saving me..."

"Congratulations, you have seen through the illusion of the world." Roy nodded, "The demon hunters of the Griffin sect believe in the spirit of chivalry and are willing to lend a helping hand to others without asking for anything in return."

To be honest, among all the demon hunter schools, the ones he admires most are the Griffin School and the Snake School.

The former has a decent style and treats his compatriots like brothers, while the latter is willing to risk his life to revitalize the college!

Other schools, even the Wolf School, either lack a goal or lack cohesion.

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"But I didn't even have time to say a word of thanks." Igesena continued, "I didn't tell anyone about it. The next day, I couldn't help but go back to the Tango River and meet the man who took care of me. In the woods."

"Then the next day, the third day..." She lowered her head and murmured to herself, "I was like a demon, I would go back as soon as I had free time."

She recalled,

"It wasn't until three months later that I finally got my wish."

"I saw him again by the river, and I took the initiative to say hello to him."

"Cohen showed a shy and stiff smile like a big boy."

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"I am fascinated by him...his mixed temperament, his calm voice and eyes, his big warm hands, and his strong heartbeat." The woman smiled like a flower, "I fell in love with him."

"We have a tryst at our old place every half month. We talk about everything and share all the details of our lives."

"Enjoy each other's young bodies."

Roy suddenly held Golfin up to his face and took a deep breath.

The strange symptoms were relieved instantly.

"But I'm fed up. I have to hide every time and hide it from outsiders! Otherwise, people in the village, including my father, will call me a slut, beat me, or even kill me!" The woman's eyes flashed. Passing the firm light, clenching her pink fists, sitting up straight, "I decided to leave this hellish place completely!"

"I want to save enough money to settle in the city with Cohen!"

"Lon Essette or Ponder Venetian... there are people from all over the world in big cities, and the people are not as superstitious and ignorant as in the countryside."

"They will not discriminate against witchers."

"Then you need a lot of money." Roy said.

The two countries she mentioned were the winter and summer capitals of Covill and Powis.

The level of prosperity is at the forefront of the entire world.

"If you steal charcoal from home to sell it, it may take you several years to save enough. Also, have you told Cohen about this? Are you sure he is willing to move with you?"

"I..." the woman hesitated, "I plan to save some more money and give him a surprise then. But now it seems..."

The violet eyes turned to the two sleeping men on the ground.

"Master Roy, what do you plan to do with them?"

The witcher stuffed the cat into his hood again, put on his sunglasses again, and understood almost everything he needed to know.

"Do you have any good suggestions..."

He stood up suddenly, put his hand on his neck and made a gesture of wiping his throat, his heterochromatic pupils showing a cold light.

"Since you are Cohen's woman and a friend of the demon hunter, do you want me to help you eradicate these two scum once and for all?! Anyway, they both had enough fun before they died."

"Don't! Let them lie like this!" The woman clasped her hands in front of her hem, squeezed them into a ball nervously, and spat at the two men. "Let them remember the scandalous things they have done when they wake up!"

"Then...Master Roy, I, I have a request." The woman's voice faltered at first, then became firm, "You first said you wanted to go to Kyle Siren...I want to go together, I know The entrance to the fortress is over there!"

Roy hesitated.

Let me elope with a country woman, someone else's woman.

Why do you bring this oil bottle?

He thought about it and swallowed the rejection.

Take her with you~IndoMTL.com~ If old Kelda is stubborn, Cohen should also be grateful to himself - this is called holding a partner to command the griffin, and it is especially effective for "griffins" who believe in chivalry.

"Are you sure you want to go to Caer Siren with me and let these two guys go? They may decide how to arrange you when they wake up and slander your reputation. And my seal is not enough to brainwash them."

Roy glanced at her cheek and solemnly reminded,

"Think carefully, once you leave today, it will be difficult to come back in the future! You will never see your relatives again!"

"I've long had enough of the old man at home scolding me and beating me all the time! I've also had enough of these stupid and disgusting neighbors!"

The woman has woken up from the effect of the seal, and the open-hearted statement just now helped her make up her mind.

She is not sloppy,

"Please, help me!"

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