The Divine Hunter Chapter 34: Gathering

A warm, luxuriously decorated living room.

A man with a unique temperament wearing a knight-style jacket is accompanied by a dazzling beauty. A gray-green lace dress covers her slender body. Her long dark golden hair exudes solemnity and nobility. She wears a ruby ​​necklace. , the innocent blue eyes are surrounded by elf-like provocative makeup.

Pure and charming at the same time, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Your Excellency Vilgefortz, you generously introduced His Majesty Emhyr var Emres to our elves, allowing us to see the hope of restoring our country again. You have great kindness to us. You said Of course, a little help is not a problem. I will send ten assault teams to Novigrad to fight for you. If you need it, I can also provide five additional elven warlocks... for you to use."

Weige's deep eyes looked at the sparks jumping in the fireplace, reflecting a frightening red light.

Almost three parties benefited from this transaction.

Nilfgaard has signed a peace agreement with the North. The agreement can no longer be broken easily and the black-armored army can appear openly on the northern land.

As a middleman, he helped the elf warlock Francesca, one of the six members of the Wizarding Council, who was determined to restore the country, to connect with the emperor of the south, so that the Scoia'tael secretly joined the Nilfgaard camp.

As the secret vanguard of the empire, harass and destroy the Northern Kingdom's front!

Looking forward to rekindling the war in the future.

In this way, since Nilfgaard does not violate the agreement, it can effectively weaken the military strength of the north.

What it paid was nothing more than an empty promise. After occupying the north, the Valley of Flowers, namely Dor Bultanna, was assigned to the elves as the foundation for Francesca to rebuild the elven kingdom.

Her Scoia'tael troops hate humans, including witchers.

The Scoia’tael Party has developed a strong combat capability through years of fighting with humans!

And because of his special status, Xili’s information will not be leaked!

Wego couldn't help but smile gently at the elf sorceress.

The assault team consists of hundreds of Scoia'tael, and combined with the arrangements of Skirrut and Reigns, they are bound to make those demon hunters suffer enough!

……

Southeast of Novigrad, near Tritog, is an unknown country inn.

The white light outside the window illuminated the dry and withered ponytail of half-elf Skirrut that hung down from the back of his head to his waist. He knocked on the mottled table.

"Lady Talika, why do you hate witchers?"

"My Sweetwater Village was originally located in the west of Nuo City, near the outskirts of Tritog..." A thin middle-aged woman wearing coarse linen clothes said timidly, "Five years ago, the cemetery of Sweetwater Village was damaged. A terrifying monster came to visit. It looked like a skinned humanoid devil! Its claws were like sickles, and its two rows of teeth were like steel cones... It made the cemetery a mess. It dug out the dead and gnawed them into bones. It also attacked passers-by. Folks! Falcon and Oliva both died under its claws."

"Are you talking about ghouls?"

"Maybe that's what it's called. The village chief went to Tritog to put up the notice. After waiting for half a month, a mutant with black hair and green eyes entered the village holding the notice..." The village woman's rough hands were tight. He held his hands in front of him and his tone began to tremble, "He said his name was Bren, he was carrying two strange swords on his back, and a silver pendant hung around his neck with the shape of a cat drawn on it. He claimed that he was willing to help us eradicate that monster. . But asked for a reward of two hundred crowns."

"That is nearly two years' income for dozens of people in our village..." The village woman sighed, "But money is not as important as life, so we agreed to him."

"The guy went to the cemetery alone and came back in less than half a day with the monster's **** head! The village chief gave him the money immediately."

"The agreed two hundred kronor, a penny is a lot?" Skiru's yellow-green eyes stared straight at the opposite side, his muscular arms wrapped around his chest, and his body of more than six feet exuded a strong energy. A strong breath,

The woman shuddered, licked her chapped lips and confessed honestly.

"The village chief gave him one hundred and eighty crowns, which was all the money the village could scrape together."

"At that time, the guy put the money into his arms without counting it carefully. But he did not leave immediately after receiving the reward, but instead visited my tavern."

"That night he drank non-stop...he drank until his eyes were red and drank all the drinks in my store. Until late at night, the villagers put their children close to them and fell asleep to avoid being stolen by mutants. Let’s go.”

"He suddenly overturned the wine table, cursed in his mouth, and left the tavern with a fierce expression, without settling the bill..."

"Then...then..." the goddess lowered her head, her hoarse voice suddenly began to tremble, "blood, blood everywhere!"

"He broke into every house and started killing people. His movements were as fast as a ghost in wolf skin, and his two swords were swung like snow-white meat grinders!"

"When the men in the village touched him with pitchforks, they lost arms, legs, and were torn apart." The woman screamed, trembling, "No one can escape, and he also has a hand crossbow that is always accurate!"

"I barely escaped by lying in the pile of corpses and pretending to be dead. I was scared to death, and my brain felt like a ball of paste had been stuffed into it. I lay there all night. The next day, when the sun rose, I Crawled out of the dead."

"They are all dead!" She covered her wet face and sobbed, "Everyone except me is dead, even the five or six-year-old children were not spared! The death situation is horrific, and my Sweet Water Village has become A slaughterhouse! The devil has disappeared!"

"Woo woo..."

"Is this something humans can do? Mutants are demons who can kill a thousand people! They all deserve to die and go to hell!" The woman cursed through gritted teeth and poked the air with her dirt-covered nails.

Didn’t this happen because you broke your promise first?

Skilu's heart is full of disgust. When he was a mercenary, what bothered him most was his employer who went back on his word.

This Bren just did what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

But he is worthy of being a demon hunter of the cat sect. He is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

Twenty kronor means more than twenty lives.

This kind of evil behavior is undoubtedly discrediting the entire demon hunter community.

Meets his requirements!

Just treat it as a surprise gift and give it to the group of demon hunters in Nuo City.

……

"Ms. Talika, I deeply feel for your tragic experience. I have been persecuted by those mutants in the past and lost relatives. Since we share the same pain, we should unite and seek compensation from those bastards. Fair!" Skilu's yellow-green pupils showed the warm concern of a family member. He took the woman's rough hand and gave her a small bag of money. He then glanced at the mercenary beside him and said, "Take this money first. As living expenses, in addition, he will arrange accommodation for you."

"The demon hunter has ruined the lives of countless innocent people, but he can run an orphanage, apothecary, and dance hall in Novigrad with peace of mind, and live the life of a rich man."

"Can you stand watching evil people walking free?"

The woman gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"Then when we are fully prepared to take revenge on those demon hunters, I hope you will bravely stand up and testify against their atrocities! But don't worry, I swear to the gods that I will protect you. Peace."

"I, I promise you!"

Skilu nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the mercenaries around him.

The latter left this remote rural tavern with the middle-aged woman.

……

Maybe today is a lucky day.

After finding a powerful witness, Skiru received an even bigger surprise.

He walked slowly into the wooden door of the tavern, and the light from behind left an astonishingly tall figure on the smooth floor of the tavern, more than seven feet tall, dusty, soaked with sweat and pine oil, A dusty leather jacket wrapped his lean body, and a sharp steel sword was slung around his waist.

His eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings, and finally focused on the equally tall half-elf in the corner.

He walked slowly and sat down in front of Skiru. The spurs on his shoes jingled. He took off a pair of musk leather gloves on his hands, and folded his hands to support a pair of gray gloves. The strange mustached chin looks like a catfish.

The pair of lifeless fish eyes on the skinny, skeleton-like face carry a sense of arrogance that doesn’t take anything into consideration. What’s even more shocking is that the eyes have no eyelashes, no eyebrows, and are sunken. There are only a pair of moist eyeballs in the black eye sockets.

Skilu quietly tensed up his body. He had only seen this look in the perverted serial killer who killed many people.

"You put up a notice in Vidov, recruiting warriors, mercenaries, and bounty hunters who are skilled, experienced, and hate witchers?"

The man's voice was a little unclear, and his accent was not like any other country in the north, and was closer to the ancient language.

Skiru recognized that he was definitely a Nilfgaardian.

A contract between the North and the South was initially signed, and there would be no scourge of war for at least two years. A small number of residents began to work on the other side's territory.

"That's right, I am Skiru, what do you call me? Now that you have accepted the commission, we will be comrades in arms from now on! The demon hunters are full of evil and should have been punished long ago! You hate them too, right?" Skilu Lu stretched out his hand towards him. A mean smile appeared on the man's lips, but he did not respond to his kindness.

"Leo Bonnet..." the man said slowly, with a touch of excitement in his wide eyes, "I have to make it clear to you, I don't dislike witchers. I just like killing powerful opponents. Especially in one-on-one duels..."

"Demon hunters are excellent opponents! Their skills and reactions are far beyond other warriors, and they are very good at 'dancing' and using swords. They will not die in three or two rounds. You can let me It’s more enjoyable and brings me more fun.”

Skilu's heart trembled, and there was a trace of doubt in the man's eyes.

Witcher, dance, will you not die too easily?

Who doesn’t know how to tell lies?

This guy has probably never really fought against a mutant, right?

Bonnet saw the disdain in his eyes and suddenly grinned twice, the corners of his mouth almost as wide as the fierce gray moustache, and his long and wide palms wrapped in a layer of calluses He reached into his chest and took it out.

"Bang!"

Three silver necklaces were taken off his neck and placed on the table. Three unique silver pendants appeared in front of him.

Three sparkling animal heads

A wolf with twinkling pupils, a grinning cat, and a bear with an open mouth.

"Wolf, cat and bear, the badges of the three schools!" The half-elf made a gasping sound like a poisonous snake, and its yellow-green pupils shrank like a snake, "Where did you get it?"

Bonnet snatched the strong drink from the half-elf's hand, drank a glass of it nonchalantly, and stared into his eyes,

"What do you think? A demon hunter would just throw the badge of his school that he values ​​as life on the street, and I could pick it up by bending down?"

"You mean you killed them openly in a duel?"

Skilu looked unbelievable. This man who was as thin as a bamboo pole could actually defeat the demon hunter with a mortal body?

"The skills of demon hunters are indeed inhumanly powerful, but that does not mean that they are invincible, and humans must be defeated by them."

"And I am their nemesis, specifically against them!"

Bonnet spread his hands and took a deep breath. A trace of memory appeared on his thin cheeks, as if he was recalling a plate of delicious food or a perfect concert.

"You don't know how beautiful the cries of these mutants before they die are. Their throats have been modified, their screams are more penetrating, and their eyeballs and tongues are also more elastic. Their tenacious vitality, It can make a seriously injured and dying body last for a long time, which brings me greater joy!"

"If you don't believe in my skills," he slowly pulled out the long sword at hand, spat on the straight blade, and shook his wrist, "come and give it a try?"

A gentle breeze blew by.

Skilu felt like something was wrong just now.

He reached out and touched his chest.

"Click—"

The gray leather armor on his chest suddenly cracked open, revealing his blue underwear.

However, the soft underwear was intact.

"No need." The half-elf swallowed. Face to face, he actually didn't see the other party's movements at all.

This kind of speed and power control are far beyond ordinary people. He is not just a sword master.

"Very good, how much bounty do you plan to pay? What school of thought does your opponent come from, and what is his name? Do you want to capture him alive or a corpse. Of course, if he is captured alive, the bounty must be much higher."

"Mr. Bonnet, I'm sorry for not telling you in advance that our opponent is not a demon hunter," Skiru's gaze swept across the man's face and said in a deep voice, "It's a group!"

"What did you say?"

"With more than ten demon hunters, do you dare to swing your sword at them? But we are not fighting alone, but as a team. When the time comes, you must obey the command and don't rush in."

Bonnet smiled with his teeth exposed, like a ghoul,

"Interesting!"

"Interesting!"

He stood up suddenly, held the sword in his chest and spun around in a circle, dancing gracefully. His tall and thin figure was like a frail, diseased and withered tree.

Mysterious white foam is still oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Give me enough money! I will join you!"

"Haha, a group of demon hunters, let's dance together! I can't wait!"

"Play music for me!"

……

Skilu wiped his cold sweat and personally accompanied the nervous Leo Bonnet out of the tavern.

The pair of lifeless fish eyes put tremendous pressure on myself.

This guy is definitely a destabilizing factor and a thorny problem, certainly for a witcher.

Best, he’s really the witcher’s nemesis!

……

Skilu left not long ago.

Two more people pushed open the door of the empty tavern.

A rather eye-catching pair.

The leader was blond and brown-eyed, with a mature and handsome appearance. He was wearing dark gold knight plate armor and carrying a huge cutting sword.

The follower-looking guy following him has black hair flowing behind his head, blue eyes full of energy, handsome features, a short beard, and a resolute expression. He is wearing a brown-green cloak, an exquisite and close-fitting jacket and breeches. .

Both of them are tall and straight, with extraordinary bearing.

"Grim, are you sure you can find her in Novigrad?" The black-haired man pulled out a chair in the corner and sat down. He looked at the blond knight in front of him with complicated eyes, including a hint of fear and fear. There was a hint of admiration.

"Bang!"

The sword was placed at the corner of the table. Dust was everywhere and the ground shook, almost crushing the wooden table.

The owner sat on the bench with his back straight, called to the proprietress of the tavern, ordered a glass of beer, and took a sip,

"I swear on my knight's honor that I have the best chance of finding her in Novigrad. Now, Queen Calanthe and His Majesty East are neither here, and Skellige is too far across the ocean. The only thing the little princess can rely on is the witcher, Geralt, who is bound to the law of accident to her."

"Didn't you hear along the way that there is a cabaret in Novigrad that always performs plays related to The Witcher, which is contrary to common sense. There is no doubt that there must be news about Geralt in the cabaret. ."

Taking a sip of the wine in the mug, Grim looked at the face of the black-haired knight with his sincere and golden eyes, "Remember your original promise. After you see her, you must solemnly apologize to her and admit your mistake." . And do your best to make up for the damage caused to her and let her live a normal life again."

"Of course, I, the son of Chirak, Kasir Mova Difflin Aip Chirak, swear on the honor of the family!" The black-haired man put his right hand on his chest and said solemnly~IndoMTL .com~I will spend my whole life to find Shirley...pay for my sins, save and protect her! ”

"If I violate this oath, the light of the sun will always turn away from me, and I will be tortured to death in the shadow of the sun!" With blue eyes, looking at the blond man in front of me, a trace of gratitude flashed , and sigh.

That night, after little Princess Xili stole her horse and ran away for the second time.

The Toussaint champion knight suddenly emerged from the grass and quickly knocked himself unconscious with his extraordinary skills.

Cassir originally thought that he would take his own life, but not only did he show mercy, he also took him with him, admonishing and teaching him, just like retraining a knight's apprentice.

It was a difficult, painful and strange time.

Cassir tried many times to escape from Grim's hands and this oppressive situation, but the result was self-evident, he was caught again and again.

He felt the aggrieved feeling that Xili once felt.

At the same time, he also confirmed his special affection for the little princess.

Kasir himself didn’t know why. Within a few months, he and Grim traveled from the Rivendell Valley across the Yaruga River and north to Tritog. He gradually accepted Grimm's prisoner, and actually began to feel that the words of the champion knight containing chivalry were very reasonable and thought-provoking.

Washing through his brain over and over again.

The relationship between the two has changed from prisoner and master to half-friend.

He should have returned to Nilfgaard and knelt before Emperor Emhyr var Emres to repent that he had failed to bring back Ciri for his Majesty.

But he didn't. He failed to live up to the expectations of his father, Chirac Dyferin Aip Grufeld, the steward of the Royal Palace of Nilfgaard, and went to Novo City as if he was afraid of crime and absconded.

But now he just wants to find the silver-haired girl.

See her again!