The Divine Hunter Chapter 30: The Witcher Brotherhood

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"Drinking poisoned wine for a little girl?"

"For God's sake!" Oaks's funny voice rang out, his sharp eyes trying to stare Roy into the cracks of the ground. "Young man, I misjudged you. It turns out that you don't know how to be charming. You are so thoughtful at such a young age, and you know how to please girls, even risking your life! I feel inferior to you, next time..."

Ochs patted Roy's shoulder heavily and promised, "Next time, go to Arethusa to find the sorceress. I will take you with me! I hope the philanthropic Ms. Kayla is still there."

Geralt glanced at the yelling Oakes with a puzzled look, then turned to Seret with doubts, pointed his finger at his brain, stopped, turned around, and showed a questioning look.

Serrit nodded and confirmed, "There was something wrong when he mutated. He sometimes couldn't control his emotions. But generally he is an optimist."

"It's rare that you are willing to take him with you."

"Who calls him my biological brother? Being a brother can only be a little tiring." Seret sighed, "It is already miserable for the demon hunter to be isolated from the ordinary people in the world, and he often fights with cunning and dangerous people. How can we survive in this world when we deal with monsters and don’t know how to hold together for warmth and support each other? Are you right, Mr. White Wolf?"

The white wolf was silent until Roy filled a glass of dwarf liquor for him.

He drank the strong drink in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief and then spoke,

"Except for returning to Kaer Morhen every winter to communicate with the surviving old friends, I don't see my companions at all for the rest of the year."

"Kaer Morhen Castle?" Roy's eyes lit up after hearing this, "The secret base of the Wolf School?"

Geralt nodded. He did not hide anything about this, "Yes, Kaer Morhen is in the north, in Kaedwen, but a long, long time ago, because of a sudden attack..." Geralt Te paused, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes,

"Kaer Morhen became overgrown and dilapidated."

Roy understood that the attack was carried out by the elf demon hunters who defected from the Wolf School.

"Then, cough... cough..." Roy licked his lips and took a sip of strong wine excitedly, but was choked and coughed repeatedly,

"Geralt, ahem, to be honest, as you can see, the only people that the Viper School can gather together at present are me, Seret, Oakes, and Leitho, four people who can be counted in the palm of a hand. Sorry. Let me take the liberty to ask, how many people are left in your Wolf School?"

In an instant, the eyes of the four people present glanced over.

"This..." Geralt hesitated. "There has never been any grudge between the Wolf School and the Snake School, so there is no need to hide it from them."

"It's okay if you don't want to say it, Geralt, we understand."

"No, there is nothing to hide. There are five people left in the Wolf School. Me, Eskar, Lambert, Cohen, and our teacher, Vesemir."

After hearing this, Lei Suo, who was silent, leaned back in his chair and smiled bitterly, "It turns out that not only our Viper School, but also the Wolf School has only five people left."

"In what era will all the demon hunters really be dead?"

An unspeakable desolation rose in the hearts of everyone.

The four big men are all almost eighty years old. They have been trained and grown up in the school since childhood, and have witnessed the rise and decline of the school.

My feelings are so complicated that it’s hard to describe.

Except for Roy, he has joined the Snake Sect less than a year ago, and his feelings for the school are not that deep yet. He cannot dwell on the sadness of the past. He will only look forward!

Plan the future of the witcher in your mind.

"Four members of the Viper School." Geralt recovered first, "If I remember correctly, your hometown is not in the northern realm."

"There used to be a fortress called Gesved in Nilfgaard in the south. However, it has completely declined. There are still people who are eager to attack the fortress and take it as their own."

"Then why did you come to Sintra?"

"The reasons are very complicated. The primary purpose is to rebuild the school." Lei Suo said solemnly.

"That's right, no matter what the price is," Seret's eyes were firm, "We will rebuild the Viper School."

When Bai Lang heard this, he was shocked.

He couldn't help but ask himself, if the Wolf Faction also fell to this end, would he have the determination of the few people in front of him?

"See, Geralt..." Roy noticed the white wolf's dazed eyes, and his voice suddenly became louder, "That's the difference, you are always evading and muddle along. Wait for the moment when the deadline comes. Know how to resist."

"And we, even if we break the rules, must rush into the fire and take the initiative to change!"

"What do you mean?"

The demon hunters stopped and looked at the young man standing upright under the dim light with a childish face.

“Life is not easy for the Wolf School, but Geralt, have you ever thought about improving the situation of the School?”

The white wolf opened his lips, and finally fell silent again.

"No..." Roy shook his head. "You are just playing hide-and-seek with fate, and you don't even dare to accept your unexpected son."

"If given the chance, would you like to try and rebuild Kaer Morhen?"

"I'm just an ordinary witcher, what can I do?" Geralt retorted unhappily. He didn't understand why the young witcher suddenly preached to him.

"Then please listen to me," Roy looked at the demon hunters, his dark gold pupils shining with strange light.

"Do you know? A long time ago, the sorcerers who now live in some countries in the north and south, with a glamorous appearance and the status of kingdom advisors, were once surrounded and suppressed by various countries in the name of evil. They were burned at the stake and burned to charcoal."

"Of course, this is history. I like to study history." Seret nodded.

"In that era, warlocks were like rats crossing the street, hiding and surviving. Their experiences were even more miserable than those of today's demon hunters." The young man's tone was ups and downs, full of tension,

"It wasn't until a few powerful warlocks took the lead to form the Warlock Brotherhood and united the power of most spellcasters. Warlocks, this group that controls extraordinary power, truly established a firm foothold on the mainland and continued stably. Develop!"

"What exactly are you going to say?" Oakes got a clue and his face became serious.

"Ever since I followed Lei Suo on the road, I have been observing and thinking." Roy turned his back to the four people and looked up at the ceiling,

"Then there was a question in my mind. I couldn't understand why no witcher had ever stood up and told fellow humans with similar eyes that we need to unite!?"

"So much so that the current school of demon hunters is like a ball of scattered sand, each fighting its own battles, and the end is surprisingly the same - they will all be destroyed."

Roy took a deep breath, and his dark gold pupils passed over the four people, as if there were flames dancing in them.

He asked word for word, "If warlocks can join together to form a brotherhood, why can't witchers?!"

“I remember a long time ago, there was an organization called the Order of Demon Hunters——” the young demon hunter’s face was shining, “all the demon hunters in the organization should abandon their prejudices, support each other, and meet challenges. , no one can bully them casually!"

"Whether it's a mage or an army."

"Absurd!"

Ox screamed strangely and stood up suddenly, "Roy, our goal is to rebuild the Viper School, not the 'Order of Demon Hunters'? Put away your naive ideas!"

"I have also heard about the Demon Hunter Order." Cerui shook his head and analyzed calmly, "Hundreds of years ago, this organization helped humans eliminate monsters based on chivalry, but it only lasted fifty years. , disbanded because of differences in ideas..."

"Then the demon hunters were divided into various schools, and this difference further widened. The members of each school have completely different personalities and styles... The Bear School has a tough and cold personality, and most of its members are taciturn and extremely pragmatic. ”

"The Cat School is cunning, has an unstable personality, is radical and violent, and advocates assassination."

“The Griffin School focuses on personal morality and cultivation, and is committed to practicing the way of chivalry by helping and saving people who are harmed by monsters.”

"The Wolf School..." Seret glanced at Geralt, "Abide by the way of neutrality, do things without merit, and focus most of their energy on solving monsters' requests."

"The Flying Lion Monster School is east of the Blue Mountains... and has basically no communication with the northern realm."

"As for our Viper School...boy, I don't need to say more."

Serrit concluded, "Can you imagine the moody cat school coexisting with the chivalric griffon school? In the so-called Witcher Order?"

Roy retorted, "Don't our snake sect get along well with the white wolf?"

Serrit snorted.

"Today is different from the past," Roy said. "The number of demon hunters is much smaller than it was hundreds of years ago. Even survival has become a luxury. Where is the debate over ideas?"

"What's more, the leaders of the cult at that time were two mages, Cosimo and Arzu... Even if these two used magic experiments and mutations to create witchers, they themselves were not witchers, so how could they Can you understand us?"

"A split in the sect led by a mage is an inevitable result." The young voice said decisively, "But if it is led by one of our own, the demon hunters will definitely be able to work together as one!"

Hearing this, the three snake sects and one wolf sect fell silent for a moment.

But their raised brows fully illustrate the attitude of these remarks.

"The honeycomb falls from a height, and not a single eggworm can survive." Roy almost yelled these words, "If the demon hunters don't unite, in a few decades, they will become historical exhibits in the museum. ."

"But you have to understand. Demon hunters are different from warlocks. Most of them are unruly and independent. It would be a dream to gather them all." Seret paused, "The continuous changes of different schools The formulas are all different, so how can we combine them?"

"It seems that you have seriously considered it, but how can you know if you don't try it?" Roy said, "As a new recruit of the Demon Hunter, I don't have your old and decadent ideas. And, remember, we are not trying to overthrow The king's rule is just a joke. We just need to unite and fight for a small and pitiful living space."

"No longer like a street rat, hated and discriminated against by the people!"

"Walking in the sun, having the same rights as other organizations, developing, continuing, and growing healthily!"

"Geralt," the young witcher looked around at the people who were bowing their heads in thought, "this is the purpose of inviting you here."

"Young people, full of vitality and imagination, look at problems superficially, which is why they have such ridiculous ideas." Geralt shook his white hair, "But you ignored many obstacles, Roy!"

"The Order of Demon Hunters? To put it nicely, even if we gather all the old guys in the world, there will only be less than fifty. Is there a need to unite?"

"You dislike the small number of people? How about instead of calling it a cult, call it the Demon Hunter Brotherhood! And we can train apprentices and gradually grow stronger!" Roy walked around the dining table and said to the four demon hunters. ,

"If the apprentice is afraid of the high death rate in the Trial of Green Grass, then entrust familiar warlocks to help and improve the formula...such as Coral, such as White Wolf, your old friend...Yennefer, Triss...Warlock Once you create a formula, you can naturally improve it, as long as you are willing to pay!"

"Roy! Don't get involved in my personal affairs." The sadness on Geralt's face flashed away, "Don't mention those two names, and don't mention your arrogant plan. Recruiting apprentices is just your wishful thinking."

"Witchers are born to be despised by the people. What do they call us? Freaks! Perverts! This situation has lasted for hundreds of years and has become worse in recent years. No one is willing to hand over their children to us."

“It is becoming increasingly difficult to assemble the ingredients for herbal medicine.”

"Without new blood, your so-called brotherhood can only become a joke."

"Things will change, trust me."

In less than two years, the Northern War will begin, and countless war orphans will be born. Will the children who are displaced and about to starve to death reject the olive branch extended by the demon hunter?

At that time, Vesemir, the master of the Wolf Sect who had not been out for a long time, made an exception and accepted an apprentice named Leo.

"Naive idea." Bai Lang sighed.

"I also understand that it is absolutely impossible to unite all the schools in a short time. But there is no need to think that far at the moment. Now I have a preliminary proposal - a brand new Brotherhood of Witchers, from the Snake Sect and the Wolf Sect. The alliance of factions begins!"

Roy looked at the White Wolf sincerely, "This winter, I hope that members of the two schools will have a friendly exchange in Kaer Morhen."

"As the beginning of everything!"

"Bang!" Lei Suo, who had been quiet for a long time, finally couldn't bear it any longer. He punched the dining table hard and crushed the empty wine glass in his hand into pieces ~IndoMTL.com~ and then said coldly,

"You kid, you dare to make your own decisions when your wings are stiff. Have I approved your suggestions? Who do you think you are, Grand Master Ivar, the leader of the Snake Sect? How dare you talk nonsense?!"

"Leso...forgive my arrogant words, but let me be willful again."

"As for why I did this, I will answer all your questions tomorrow until you are satisfied!" Roy said apologetically, turning to the white-haired demon hunter,

"Geralt, I'm sorry, my words were very abrupt today, but I hope you won't refuse in a hurry and think about it seriously."

"Think about how many years your dear teacher Vesemir has been guarding the dilapidated fortress alone? Doesn't he want to see a Kaer Morhen with renewed vigor and vitality?"

White Wolf was silent. He originally wanted to refuse, but the other party hit his weak spot.

The hundreds-year-old teacher Vesemir is the person he respects the most.

"Give me a night and I will give you an answer tomorrow."