The Divine Hunter Chapter 31: Overcast

"Roy, what is the purpose of setting up this brotherhood and gathering together a dozen demon hunters, sorceresses, alchemists, and a group of orphans?" Yennefer leaned on the guardrail of the balcony and stared at the distance of the castle. The vast sea surface and the cold wind in the wilderness make the hair flutter behind the head like dark clouds. The beautiful curve from shoulders to waist and hips is like an undulating mountain.

In the room behind her, Calanthe, who was wearing a loose cotton coat, was concentrating on reading a book of "Love Words for Children" by the firelight of the fireplace, while Ciri stuck her **** out like a little hen. Go around the four corners of the room to find the magic intersection, and your body will flash with magical aura from time to time.

"It's very simple." Roy folded his hands under his chest, leaned his lower back against the guardrail, looked at the pair of grandparents and grandchildren in the room, and curled his lips, "Let the demon hunters survive and develop in this world. ."

"Have you not done it now? Several new demon hunters were born in Gawain's house, and everyone's life is not bad." Yennefer's violet eyes glanced at Roy, "What's next? You have What's the plan?"

"There are fewer and fewer monsters in this world now, so we don't need too many demon hunters."

"And your numbers are still increasing. Is it possible that all the newly born demon hunters will become mercenaries in the future, or will they form a gang organization and be parasitic on the flesh and blood of merchants and hawkers?"

"Who stipulates that witchers must fight, kill, or deceive? Can't we do business? Can't we use our knowledge to become a blacksmith, pharmacist, or swordsmanship teacher?"

Roy shook his head and said, "And if a new force does not grow as soon as possible and become strong enough, it will be destroyed by the world sooner or later. We still need more companions. Of course, don't worry, the demon hunter is not an ambition. We are ambitious people who want to subvert the world structure. We develop our own power to protect ourselves. After all, in this world, most cities outside of Novigrad are still full of malice towards demon hunters."

Yennefer nodded, thinking of Geralt's various cold-shouldered encounters in her mind, "That's right, just like Gawain's house is currently facing a crisis."

"What do you mean?"

"Letho didn't inform you? A mage named Riens found Novigrad and was driven away by Lambert... But he and the forces behind him will never give up until they find Ciri."

Roy raised his eyebrows, hiding such important news from himself.

Those guys, you have to cook well when you go back!

As for Riens, Vilgefortz's agent.

He passed by him in Soden's castle, but he didn't want this guy to come to his door!

I'll give you a try then.

……

Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of Novigrad, lies the Seven Cats Tavern.

The sunlight through the window illuminated the simple hall and a round table in the corner. Two men dressed as mercenaries, wearing neat leather armor, long swords and daggers on their waists, sat opposite each other.

“I got one of Cleaver the Butcher’s men drunk and took out the news from his mouth,” a man with a turban, a hooked nose, and a tapered chin said in a low voice, “A few months ago, The Butcher, the Beggar King, and the Eternal Flame received a report that the witcher was operating human trafficking in the suburbs, so they rushed to the witcher's base, an orphanage called 'Gawain's House'."

The six-foot-tall half-elf sitting opposite him pricked up his ears.

"There is an alder forest less than twenty miles away from the Seven Cats Tavern. According to the witcher's cunning character and rich experience in wild survival, there must be many traps in the woods. You'd better not It’s easy to step into it.”

"According to the drunkard, there are more than fifty children trapped in the yard."

"There live ten mutants."

"Ten?" The half-elf touched the black ponytail on the back of his head. His yellow-green almond-shaped eyes showed fear, and his face became gloomy.

"This was still the situation more than half a year ago, and the number is definitely more than that now..." the hook-nosed mercenary said firmly, "Why did the demon hunters build orphanages for no reason? They must be doing evil things, and the training is more So many mutants! But somehow, the Butcher, the Beggar King, and the Sheriff were fooled."

The half-elf's strong body was projected onto the mottled wall, and he sat up straight, "Where are the mutants' partners?"

The mercenary took a sip of strong wine to soothe his throat, but his expression suddenly changed,

"What a shame, are you selling wine or juice?"

He turned around and glared angrily at the hunched-over boss in front of the bar, who turned a blind eye and was minding his own business petting a cat that was wiggling its buttocks.

"You deserve this lousy tavern to close down!"

The mercenary took a deep breath and suppressed his anger,

"In order to find out the relationship and details of the witcher, I sacrificed several brothers! You don't know, those guys are smarter than the foxes in the mountains, and their noses are sharper than the hounds, and they will be disturbed by any slightest disturbance. You can't hide it from them."

"My brother is just a little bit close to their territory, but his whereabouts are unknown. The demon hunters must have used the seal to torture him to extract confessions!"

"Pull out the carrot and bring out the mud. My second and third brothers were implicated one after another and lost news."

"But don't worry, I never mentioned you to them. The witcher can't find any clues."

"Look, for the commission, we came all the way from Limbu City, and we lost three brothers in half a month."

The half-elf silently dropped a fist-sized gray leather bag, "This money will be given as a pension to the three sacrificed brothers."

The flesh on the mercenary's face trembled. He opened the bag and took a look. His pupils turned into the shape of golden crowns and his cheeks turned into chrysanthemums when he smiled!

"Your Excellency is a straightforward person, so I won't be secretive."

“The three major gangs in the city, the Beggar King, the Jia, and the Butcher, have all signed an agreement of peaceful coexistence with the witcher... Among them, the Jia has the closest relationship with them.”

"A considerable part of the operating expenses of the orphanage are provided by the family, which is well known to everyone in the city council... He also hired two demon hunters to serve as his swordsmanship instructors... There is definitely an alliance between the two."

The half-elf's fingers with thick knuckles began to tap the table regularly.

The mercenary paused,

"The second collaborator of the mutants is a bit alarmist when it comes to saying that the Eternal Flame, the largest force in the city, is also inextricably related to the demon hunters! To be precise, they are their Sheriff."

"According to my investigation, the Witcher once assisted Sheriff Chapelle in launching a massive campaign against human trafficking. He arrested at least thirty human traffickers for him and cut off the financial resources of many people. ."

"And the Sheriff won the support of the people of Novigrad with this move!"

"After the Battle of Sodenden, two more witchers assisted the Sheriff in rescuing the refugees fleeing from Cintra."

“One of my brothers once stuffed reports into Eternal Fire’s donation box, but there was no response at all.”

"What does this mean? Sheriff Chapelle and the witcher have been together for a long time, and it is more than a simple relationship of interest."

……

“Another obvious ally of the mutants is the Nuo City Dance Hall. The blind man can also see that the bards are desperately praising them, advocating the selfless actions of the demon hunters, and brainwashing the local people. , they have a close relationship."

"The Gusweder Pharmacy next door to the cabaret belongs completely to the Witchers. A Zerikan woman with tattoos on her face runs the shop for them, and there are five or six best-selling potions on the shelves. , such as the energy potion that men love! It’s like a hen that only lays golden eggs.”

The mercenary said with envy,

"You can often see orphans from Gawain's House working in pharmacies."

"In addition, before one of my men disappeared, he also discovered that a demon hunter was secretly guarding a food stall in the market. The identity of the old Moore couple with a baby who ran the food stall must not be simple."

"I don't know how you want to deal with mutants. But you can't get around these people!"

"Cabarets, pharmacies, and food stalls are just enough, there is nothing to be afraid of. But the Sheriff of Eternal Fire and his family are all big shots who are stomping their feet, and there will be an earthquake in Nuo City! You must be cautious in your actions!"

"Your Excellency is worthy of being the most brilliant detective in Limbu City. This information is quite useful to us." The half-elf nodded and handed over another bag of crowns with a cold light in his eyes. "Now, I have the second one in my hand. Commission."

"Are you willing to join forces with us to eradicate step by step this group of mutants who are secretly doing evil business?"

"When the job is done, I will give you ten times the reward!"

The mercenary's face suddenly turned red with excitement. He was paid ten times the reward. Once he got it, he could retire directly and buy a villa in Coville or Toussaint to enjoy his old age!

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and shook the half-elf hard.

"I'm done with you!"

"Very good, now, you continue to lurk in the city of Novigrad, stay still to collect information about the witchers, and come back every two days to report the situation. Yes, save your own life first!" The half-elf patted his head. His shoulder, "The battle hasn't started yet, and I don't want to lose an important comrade in advance!"

……

Five minutes after the mercenary left the tavern.

A ray of **** suddenly shot out from the slits of the sleepy eyes of the old man lying in front of the bar, playing with his cat.

On the cheeks covered with rough folds like tree bark, the facial features strangely changed and twisted, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a mature man with thin lips, moist black eyes, and neat short hair.

The half-elf walked over and sat in front of the bar, pouring himself a glass of cherry wine.

"Riens, to be honest, the wine you brew is terrible! What should I say now? We have collected almost all the information about the witcher... How about we start taking action?"

"Skilu, what did the Lord tell you back then..." Riens shook his head and snapped his fingers,

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The door of the tavern automatically closed and locked when there was no wind, and the curtains automatically dropped to block the sunlight outside the window.

"Everything is waiting for him to take command. Counting the time, almost three days have passed since Soden's meeting. His Majesty the King should have already discussed the results..."

As he spoke, a magic music box, Kazikaz, suddenly appeared in Riens’ empty palm.

Turn the link with your index finger.

The knight on the white horse in the box began to circle slowly.

The tip of the spear in the knight's hand reflected a colorful magical aura, weaving an aqua-blue light curtain in mid-air.

Five seconds of darkness.

Click, an unusually handsome man with ear-length brown hair appeared in the light curtain,

"Riens, Skiru..." His majestic eyes swept across the cheeks of the two of them. They instantly straightened up like soldiers who were named by their superiors. "You contacted me suddenly because you wanted to find out about the group of demon hunters." What is the person’s background?”

"Sir, the matter is more difficult than we imagined." Reigns took a deep breath and repeated the mercenary's words just now, "The demon hunter and the two largest local forces, the Eternal Flame, The Sheriff was deeply entangled and signed a peace agreement with the other two parties, the Beggar King and the Butcher."

"If you want to attack Gawain's house, these two people will definitely get involved, and then it won't be resolved by one or two small-scale battles."

A trace of surprise flashed across Wilgefortz's deep eyes, and he rubbed the emerald ring on his index finger, "In my impression, an orthodox demon hunter is a maverick, abides by neutrality, and will never compete with others. The organization is 'complicit'."

"But according to what you said, these dozen guys from different schools not only unite themselves, but also win over other powerful forces. This is not like the style of a demon hunter at all. It is more like a gang organization. ”

"What on earth do they want to do? Could it be that they are helping the little princess of the subjugated country to recover... This is too whimsical!" The man muttered to himself, then shook his head and sneered, "Since those two forces want to follow If the witchers join forces, then our enemies will get rid of them first, strip off the witchers' armor, and turn their amulets into thorns in their flesh!"

"Riens, last time you failed to kidnap the poor poet in the cabaret, you have alerted the demon hunters. It is too risky to attack him again. As for the pharmacy and food stalls... they seem to be unprepared, but in fact they are the most dangerous." Difficult. This time, you change the target." Wigfortz said coldly, "Bring me home!"

"I'll send Lydia to work with you..."

"He is in a high position... He is heavily guarded, which is an advantage. However, since he has not experienced danger for a long time, his alertness to crises will be reduced, which is also a disadvantage... The two warlocks should be able to deal with this guy if they join forces."

"As for you, Skiru, continue to recruit mercenaries in the cities around Novigrad. They should preferably have been persecuted by mutants or non-humans, harbor resentments, or be able to fight with demon hunters. Powerful mercenary."

"It's best to find some of the 'villagers' who were slaughtered by the demon hunters, feed them with good food and drink, and put them to use in the future. ~IndoMTL.com~ Lord Wigo," Reigns nodded with a respectful tone. Earth asked, "Then over there is the eternal fire."

"How can a mere peace officer collude with the demon hunters to control the situation in Nuo City? Where does he place the Archbishop, the real leader of the Eternal Flame? It happened that after the meeting yesterday, the Archbishop had not left yet to return."

Weige walked around in front of the light curtain, his deep eyes flashed with wisdom, and his magnetic voice was full of confidence, "I will convince him to get rid of Sheriff Chapelle, this black sheep!"

"When the time comes, the witchers will riot when they receive the news and will have no time to look around. Reigns, you can take the opportunity to cooperate with Lydia and kidnap her family."

"When the show starts, I will give you another order."

……

Click!

The telescope goes out.

Riens left the luxurious and atmospheric bedroom in the castle.

He said a few words to the female assistant wearing a magic mask outside the door.

After walking a few steps along the long and winding corridor, you arrived in front of an iron-clad oak door.

"Bang bang."

"By Cyrus Engelkander Helm, I am Vilgefortz."

Katz

A kind-hearted old face was revealed behind the door. He was wearing a white coat, red sleeves, and a red stripe on the collar, like a robe like a burning sun,

"Master Wei Ge, please come in quickly! This meeting can end peacefully, thanks to your mediation! But why are you here this time?"

"Haha, it's a long story. One of my colleagues encountered a strange thing while traveling in Novigrad...about your subordinate Shapere and the witcher..."

"Although I am not a believer in the eternal fire, I have always respected the eternal fire. I don't want to see the eternal flame polluted by the dirty blood of mutants!"