The Divine Hunter Chapter 36: Farewell

In the Royal Dining Room, the magic lamp casts a dreamy silhouette. A man and a woman sat opposite each other at both ends of the dining table.

"Are you planning to leave Vizima?" Yada buried half of her face in the shadows, twisting her slender fingers together.

The demon hunter stuffed a piece of stewed mutton into his mouth, with some apology in his eyes, "We will set off when the school's equipment is forged, which is about a week away."

"The priest of the **** of ill omens..."

He apologized, "As for Abigail, I would like to continue to investigate, but the 'teachers' have strong opinions. As a member of the Snake Faction, I must respect their opinions, so I'm sorry... But I think Abigail has left Vizima."

Yada was silent.

"How about the renovation of the sewer sanctuary?"

"In another month..." Mentioning the Church of Virtue, Yada's pretty face became more cheerful and her tone became excited, "Twenty of the most devout believers in Vizima City will move into the brand new building. Prayer rooms and sermons in suburban villages will also be held at the same time."

"Sooner or later the goddess will return to her glory in Vizima!"

"I am able to achieve these achievements thanks to your help." Yada pursed her beautiful red lips, looking forward to the demon hunter with hope in her eyes, making a last ditch effort, "I really don't consider staying in Victoria. Gemma is dedicated to helping me. I will find a way to give you a decent identity so that you can get respect that matches your abilities."

"In fact, it's not just my career that needs you," Yada emphasized, "the goddess cannot do without your support."

The lady in the lake has been sleeping in seclusion for a long time. Since the last time Black Tern Island transformed more than ten water elves and gave Roy the drop of blood essence, her vitality seems to have been severely damaged.

It may also be to avoid the malicious intentions of the three royal advisors and Foltest.

"But I am a demon hunter first," Roy said sincerely, but his eyes were firm, "You know, demon hunters have always had no fixed abode, and we will not stay in one place for a long time."

After speaking, the two fell into silence for a long time. There was only a crisp sound of clinking knives, forks and plates in the restaurant.

"Okay...since you have made up your mind, I won't force you to do so," Yada was a little disinterested and steeled herself, "But I'm curious, where will your next stop be after leaving Vizima?"

"The Free City of Novigrad." Roy did not hide anything. "People who are very important to me live there. In addition, I have an agreement in Novigrad, which is related to the future of the Snake Sect. development, you must go there."

"Novigrad on the border of Redania and Temeria?" Yada reminded, "You have to be careful. The Church of Eternal Fire, the largest force in that place, is not very friendly to non-human races."

"It's not that extreme for the witcher," Roy pointed at this point in time. "We're not going to cause trouble."

Yada pondered for a moment, glanced at the demon hunter again, and said hesitantly,

"From Vizima to Novigrad, is the Barony of La Valetti the only way to go?"

"According to our plan, yes. Why do you ask?"

"I have something to ask you." Yada hesitated, "Forget it...it's not a big deal, I just thought of some family scandals."

The witcher did not follow her words and asked. He vaguely remembered that in history, Baroness Louisa of La Vallette gave birth to two illegitimate children for Foltest, a daughter and a son. Could it be that Tai The princess of Moria has noticed?

But he never intended to interfere in the royal internal affairs and remained silent.

Yada sighed and stopped mentioning the matter, "Will you return to Vizima in the future?"

"Of course, we are the staunchest allies!" The demon hunter smiled, "Don't forget that there is an elven ruin underground waiting to be explored."

If nothing unexpected happened, his return to Vizima happened after the First Northern War.

"Then, I wish you a safe journey in advance, Knight Roy. I hope that when we meet again, you will have rebuilt the Viper Academy as you wished."

"Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness. I also wish you to realize your ambitions in Vizima as soon as possible."

The two looked at each other and smiled, toasting each other from afar on both sides of the rectangular table,

"I also want to inform you that Foltest has clearly rejected your last request." Yada said, "But he will compensate you a sum of money, two thousand orens."

"I expected it." The demon hunter regretted slightly, but this is reality, and reality cannot always develop according to one's will.

"Foltest is too old, and he has lost his courage in looking forward and backward." Yada said, "If it were me, I would definitely clear your name, it would just be a matter of a few notices."

Roy shook his head, it couldn't be that simple, but he saw the burning ambition in Yada's narrow eyes. "Then, I look forward to that day,"

Perhaps in the near future, Vizima will have its first female heir.

……

In the corridor before leaving Foltest Castle, Roy met another group of acquaintances.

Several soldiers, as well as Zelin and Argon on crutches, were lying on stretchers looking better than many knights of Mars. Three knights of the White Rose were talking to the royal advisor Triss Merigold.

"Good afternoon, Master Roy, what a coincidence that you are here too!" The three of them saw him and greeted him enthusiastically, clustering around the witcher, with the sorceress following behind. "It was all thanks to you that we survived last time. I have always wanted to thank you."

"You three are serious in your words. You have also helped me a lot. There is no need to say thank you." Roy said happily.

Although the three of them are actually much older than him, they have always been under his care for their previous actions.

"How are the injuries on your body feeling? Does it still hurt?"

Zelin bulged the well-developed biceps on his arms, "I'm totally fine, but Lady Triss said I have to rest for at least three months."

“Three months is a minor injury to the bones,” the sorceress walked over with a smile. She seemed to be in a good mood. She was wearing a lace red evening dress that showed off her beautiful figure. “These two The position is okay, the Mars Knight will definitely be unable to do without a stretcher this year."

"I'm lucky to be alive..." Mars sat up from the stretcher with the help of his two companions. "Master Roy..."

"Don't move...sit down obediently. I appreciate your thanks. Just take care of yourself next time. After all, not everyone will save you every time."

"That...Master..." Yagon next to him suddenly said hesitantly, "Actually, I have an idea that I want to ask for your approval."

"Oh, tell me," the demon hunter said with a half-smile, "I will charge a fee as appropriate."

Yagon choked and scratched his head, "I just want your authorization."

"You probably don't know that in addition to being the Knight of the White Rose, I also work part-time as a scriptwriter for the Vizima Opera House. In my spare time, I like to work on some innovative plays. And your brave performance last time greatly inspired This inspired me. While I was injured, I wrote a new opera about your experience of fighting ghouls, water ghosts, and bat-winged demons."

"What?" Roy's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. The sorceress covered her red lips and couldn't help laughing. She had never heard of any fool who made a witcher into the protagonist of an opera. There was no market for that at all. .

"That's right!" Yagon gritted his teeth, "I wrote an opera act based on your legendary experience. As long as you agree, I will submit it to the theater and prepare for a period of time until the opera is officially launched. ”

"What's your name?"

"The terminator of filth - the legend of the Sewer Butcher!"

The sorceress finally chuckled.

"Sewer Butcher, who gave me this nickname?" Roy's face was stern, and his dark gold pupils showed a dangerous look, "Knight of Argon, your aesthetics is learned from the water ghost, this nickname is simply Worse than **** killer!"

"Master, what is the allusion to the Cock Killer?" Yagon's face was full of curiosity.

"Bah, bah! I just said it casually, using an analogy." Roy explained, but the effect was not very good. The playwright Argon muttered in a low voice like a daze, "The **** killer...the sewer butcher... ",

It seems that they want to dig out more "legendary experiences" from it.

"I'm warning you! Don't think too wildly, and if you have anything to do with me as a rooster killer, I will accept you as a sewer butcher."

"You agree?" Yagon looked delighted.

"There is nothing in the opera you wrote that slandered the Witcher?" Roy asked cautiously.

"How is that possible!" Yagon patted his chest and blushed, "You are our savior. To insult our savior and repay kindness with hatred is to insult the glory of White Rose. What qualifications do I have to live!? ”

"Don't get excited...I didn't doubt you." Roy rubbed his chin and pondered, "So, the whole scene is praising me?"

"It's not all..." Yagon emphasized, "I wrote a documentary-type opera, which emphasized the cruelty and danger of the monster, as well as your superior skill and courage."

"Okay..." The witcher gave in, and Foltest refused to clear the witcher's name. Will the part-time screenwriter's approach have any effect? He thought he could give it a try.

"You know where I live. Just in these two days, ask your brother to send the script over. I want to read it myself."

"No problem, I'll deliver it tomorrow. There's also a little licensing fee. Twenty orens, that's not a respect! When the show starts, you have to come over to show your respect and gain popularity."

"I'm sorry, I had already left Vizima at that time. As for the licensing fee, it is waived."

"You want to leave Vizima?" Triss next to her opened her eyes wide when she heard this, with an expression of surprise and slight regret.

Because she made a fool of herself the first time they met, she never dared to contact the young and handsome demon hunter again.

But her thoughts in her heart have not changed. Demon hunters and warlocks have similar characteristics, such as the same miserable childhood.

But it can give her a unique sense of freshness, different from all the men, ordinary people and warlocks she has come into contact with before.

Especially when he thought about his close relationship with the elderly sorceress Coral, and also asked a miserable old girl for help.

This sense of novelty is getting stronger and stronger.

The young sorceress couldn't help but want to make further contact and learn more about him, but it seemed that she had no chance now.

For now, the relationship between the two is just a casual acquaintance, and it is hard for her to ask too much.

"Just one more week, beautiful lady..." The witcher smiled heartily at the sorceress, "But I have a hunch that we will meet again sooner or later."

"I hope so... By the way, Roy has one more thing to ask of you. If you meet Geralt or Yennefer, say hello to them for me..." Triss winked her light blue cheeks playfully. eye.

……

"Good boy, try your favorite..." Oakes was teasing a brown horse with a carrot hanging from a willow branch in the stable of the courtyard.

The horse is not tall, but it has a strong body, shiny hair, and bright black eyes. There is also a stuffed head of a bat-winged demon with a green face and fangs hanging on the saddle bag beside it.

Faced with the fatal temptation, the horse showed quite disdain. He just showed his big white teeth, snorted, flicked his tail, and sprayed saliva at Oakes.

"You ungrateful thing, who dragged you back from the Amer Mountains!?"

"You dare to bully my horse, and you don't even know who its owner is?" Roy rushed over and snatched the carrot from the hooded man's hand, and put it to the brown horse's mouth.

In stark contrast to the previous indifference, the brown horse stretched out its wet tongue and licked Roy's palm affectionately, then obediently gnawed the carrot.

It purred and gnawed happily, and a furry little guy came out of the saddlebag~IndoMTL.com~The meowing Golfin climbed onto Wilt's neck, grabbed his mane, and looked at him like crazy Looking at his master.

The witcher stretched out his fingers towards it, and Gorfin immediately jumped on the back of his hand, then crawled along his shoulders and made a nest in the hood behind his head.

"Sorry, Gorfen, we don't have any dried fish now. I'll buy it for you later."

Oakes looked at it for a while and gave a disdainful "scoff". "What an irresponsible owner, why not give them to me."

Roy whispered into the brown horse's neck, and it immediately turned its head and pointed its **** towards Oaks.

Twisted.

"How dare a horse insult me!?"

Ox's face turned green and white for a while, but finally he calmed down, "It's not worth arguing with a beast. By the way, kid, have you solved all the things at hand?"

"Almost..." Roy stroked the horse's neck and looked in the direction of the blacksmith shop, "Just waiting for Berengar and Leisuo."