The Divine Hunter Chapter 37: Druid’s Deal

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After the castle's valet arranged the guest rooms for the two witchers, Geralt went to Ciri's room to play with her.

Roy returned to the garden.

An old man wearing an antlered helmet, a thick beard, and carrying an ebony staff has been waiting here.

"You're here." He stretched out his hand and asked the witcher to sit on the bench next to him, stroking his gray beard.

"There is no third pair of ears nearby, and no one knows about it except you and me. Let's get straight to the point, what exactly are you carrying on your body?" The druid closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I smell it. With the strong natural aura, if I had not known your identity, I would have almost mistaken you for an apprentice who has just entered the Druidry."

Roy smiled.

The adventure of challenging the Lady in the Forest in Wellen and sealing Kungulan on the Whispering Hill has finally come to fruition.

He did not answer the question,

"Your Excellency Mossak, I have always been curious, how many druids are left in the world?"

"I don't know the specific number. After all, the number of believers in each gathering place is always changing. The bones have returned to nature or are missing. But there are still more than two hundred." The druid turned to him with a profound gaze. Her eyes seemed to want to see through his inner thoughts, but consistent with previous attempts, they still failed, "Why are you interested in this kind of problem?"

He said it half-jokingly, half-seriously,

"Is it possible that you want to give up the way of the witcher and join the natural sect? Speaking of which, there has never been a precedent for a witcher to switch to the way of the druid. The magic aura in you is quite active, maybe you have a little bit of talent. If you want to give it a try, I would like to be your mentor."

"Thank you for your favor, but I am purely out of curiosity..." Roy shook his head, "I am still working hard to become a qualified demon hunter, and I will consider other fields after I have learned a lot in the way of mutation. ”

"I disagree with some of the Druid's ideas." Roy paused, "I am willing to live in harmony with nature, but I don't want to devote my whole life to the way of nature, like an ascetic monk Serve it and be bound by it."

"I have other ideals and goals that cannot reach your level of understanding."

"Okay, boy, forget it if you don't want to, don't flatter me." Mossak glanced at him and asked, "Since you have no intention of becoming a druid, you don't need that thing, right? ?"

"Is this what you are referring to?" Roy opened his palm, and in his palm lay a gem as bright as blood. There was a faint black smoke rushing through the crystal wall, but he could not find it. Get out of prison.

"Is this filled with soul?" Mossak's hand stroking his beard suddenly trembled, his eyes widened, and he lost his composure in a rare way. An extremely familiar aura lingered in front of him. He seemed to have seen the history of history. Yiji, an old friend of the Druid Circle of the Kelij Islands.

But there is something strange about it.

"Where did you find it?"

Roy chuckled and closed his palms again,

"Be patient, Master, and answer me another question. How many Druid circles are there in the North?"

Mossak’s brows raised a gully, he recalled for a moment, and sighed, “In recent centuries, human society has developed rapidly, occupying more and more living space for animals and plants. The natural environment has become increasingly harsh, and virgin forests and With each passing day, the living environment of druids has been compressed rapidly, and now there are only six places left... in Skellige, Cade Du in Angrim, and the giant oak Bethiokhris..."

Roy was slightly disappointed, "Is there a Druid's Circle in Velen, the No Man's Land?"

"As far as I know... no druids have gone there in the past few decades." Mossak looked at the dim sky above the patio and the rain falling into the garden, with memories flashing in his eyes, "But I heard some old-timers say that centuries ago, there was an ancient circle of druids in Velen, whose members guarded the forests and swamps of Velen and maintained the natural and ecological balance."

"But later, something huge happened to that land, and nature continued to pour out its anger. The land was filled with human negative emotions and various poisons."

"No druid can survive and practice in that kind of place, and the Druid Circle no longer exists."

"Willen has become a true no man's land."

……

This statement does overlap with the truth told to Roy by Kungulan, the tree heart of the Whispering Hill.

He thought about it for a moment,

"Then Master, I would like to ask you a question...Are all druids human? I mean dwarves, elves, halflings and other ancient races."

When he and his Snake sect companions held the ceremony to liberate the heart of the tree, the remains dug out from the tomb were not humanoid, but looked like a lizard. He had to find out why.

"Huh?" Mossak's thick eyebrows twisted, and a trace of surprise flashed across his rough cheeks, "Where have you heard some rumors?"

"Let me tell you this...there are not only intelligent creatures in the world, but also many creatures, even the monsters you demon hunters call - knockers, forest gods, deer-headed spirits... They are naturally more powerful than Human beings are closer to nature. If they are enlightened by powerful and wise sages, it is indeed possible to step into the path of druidry."

"However, in today's era, the conflict between monsters and humans has become more and more serious. Most creatures have lost themselves in the desire for revenge and killing, and can no longer integrate into nature."

Roy lowered his head and said nothing.

Mossack remained silent, but kept glancing at the hand that wrapped the blood gem.

"Okay, thank you for your selfless answer..." Roy pursed his lips, "Actually, this blood gem was a gift given to me by an otherworldly being. As for the soul stored in it, it came from Wei. Lun, her name is Kun Gulan..."

"Kungulan..." Mossak took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice, "This pronunciation in the Druid cipher text represents the son of the oak tree."

Roy guessed more and more, "I can give you the gem to appreciate, but you can't just take it away... Do you agree?"

The old man nodded suddenly and said loudly, "I swear to nature...without your permission, I will never touch this gem and the soul in it."

Subsequently, he got his wish and took the crystal clear blood gem from the demon hunter's hand, holding it high in the air.

In the thunderous sky, countless silver snakes swam past.

The light of lightning fell into the garden of the patio, illuminating the blood gem. The wisp of black smoke that was originally rushing through the crystal wall seemed to be soothed, slowed down, and became peaceful and peaceful.

Mossack closed his eyes.

The witcher felt an abundant breath of life coming towards his face, and he pressed the trembling pendant around his neck.

The rich and emerald magical aura gushed out from the antlers on the old man's head and the staff behind him. Even just taking a breath made people feel refreshed and exhausted.

The gardenias, platycodons, and morning glories in the surrounding flower beds seemed to be nourished, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. They revealed their stamens in the heavy rain and bloomed even more beautifully.

The light came out of an emerald green vine covered with broken leaves. Its tip grew slowly like a wriggling snake. It slowly touched the blood gem, and the black smoke immediately stopped.

The old man's figure seems to have transformed into a vast primeval forest that has remained unchanged since ancient times and is full of vitality, falling into a strange state of communication.

Roy quietly observed this magical scene.

……

I don’t know how long it took.

The vision disappeared, and the plants in the garden bent down again,

Mossak opened his eyes, surprise flashed across his eyes, and he reluctantly returned the gem to Roy.

"Man, thank you for your trust." Mossak nodded at him, "I have verified that Kungulan has not deceived you. She is a genuine member of the ancient Druid Circle, and her body It’s a Willen tree lizard that has been extinct for hundreds of years.”

"She was deceived and framed by three ladies of the forest... her body was destroyed, and her soul fled, attached to the sacred oak tree in the center of the Whispering Hill." The druid looked at the witcher with no reproach in his eyes,

"Until she met you... In that case, as a witcher, you made the wisest choice, and I can understand that."

"She must not be able to understand me. I cheated on her. She should hate me to death, right?" Roy squeezed the blood gem gently, and the black smoke began to fly again.

"No, she was just trapped for too long, and she had resentment in her chest. But she noticed that you had seriously injured a lady in the forest when you left Willen, and avenged her. Her anger towards you has long since dissipated. Most likely, she will never take revenge on you when she leaves the cage."

"Is this like this?" Roy thought of the stump of the Bodhisattva who had been given the "Gluttony" enchantment on the bound weapon.

"I swear to Mother Nature, and I will never lie." Mossak's face was solemn to dispel his concerns, and then he said sincerely,

"Your Excellency, I have a gracious request. If Kunqulan and I return to Skellige, the ecological balance on the islands will be more unbreakable."

"What are you going to do with it?" Roy said expectantly, "Can you resurrect her?"

Even the Lady of the Lake cannot resurrect believers and can only transform them into water elves. Is there another secret method to the Druid's Ring?

Mossak pondered, "This involves the secrets of the Church of Nature. I can only give a rough explanation. She will gain life in another form-more than ten years later, when the language of nature washes away the The excess anger and hostility in the soul of Gulan will give birth to a new druid sage or a symbiotic sacred oak tree on the islands."

"It will follow the guidance of the breeze with us and achieve natural balance."

Roy's eyes lit up.

"You should understand that I will not hand it over casually."

"What are your conditions? What do you want to get from me?" Mossak said in a tone that he had expected. "As long as you are willing, reward is not a problem. Equivalent exchange is a natural law. One kind."

Roy took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, straightened his round collar that was wetted by the rain, looked at the still dark sky above the patio, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After such a long time since leaving the land of Velen, we have finally reached this point.

Everything went according to his original plan.

"Master Mossak, I heard that druids are well versed in the ways of nature and possess all kinds of incredible magical powers...manipulate the weather, make plants take root and sprout quickly, make crops harvest abundantly, listen to the voices of animals, and cultivate with them They have a tacit understanding and even become one of them."

The druid straightened the antlers on his head with his right hand, "Don't you want to learn the way of nature?"

"Didn't I say before that I am now studying hard to become a qualified demon hunter. I haven't had time to touch other fields yet." Roy paused, "I need to borrow the druid's ability to manipulate plants and cultivate a large number of rare plants. …Expensive, rare herbs."

Druid's eyelids twitched.

Roy raised his voice and his words became smoother, "I give you the soul of Kungulan, but in exchange, I hope you can send a druid to the organization I belong to, the Demon Hunter. The Brotherhood has served for twenty years...cultivating a rare botanical garden that accommodates thousands of things...while helping to research improved alchemical preparations."

At this moment, Mossak's calm face became stiff and his expression was awkward.

"You really dare to speak. Are you asking a son of nature who advocates wildness and freedom to give up twenty years of practice and become a slave of your organization?"

"Forgive me for being helpless..." the old man waved his fist and emphasized with excitement, "Haven't you heard a sentence? Every living thing is a tree, with annual rings, flowers, and seasons. To go through, freedom is always priceless!"

"You have misunderstood..." Roy's face remained calm and he smiled at the old man, "I do not require that druid to be a demon hunter brother from morning to night, 24 hours a day. Will serve, or stay put."

"We can discuss a schedule now. For example, he will work from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., and he will arrange the rest of the time by himself, go to the wild to appreciate nature, stroll around the city, play Gwent, drink, and pet cats. It’s no problem raising dogs or raising poultry and livestock.”

"How can you be so cruel? Even the meanest vampire can't bear to set such a strict timetable... The service period is up to one year, the day can last up to eight hours, and he must be given one day off every week to practice And linked to nature." Mossak just retorted, then suddenly shook his head, "No! Mother Nature! I haven't agreed to your conditions yet!"

"Master Mossack, be honest with your heart." Roy blinked at him and breathed a sigh of relief, "Your heart has been shaken. What is missing is just the details. Now why not let us Let’s discuss the specific arrangements for the druid who will serve the Demon Hunter Brotherhood..."

The old man could not help but look solemn, blowing his beard and glaring at the young demon hunter.

Finally shook his head and smiled,

"You guys are really embarrassing... Who is Kungulan who is indispensable to us." The old man changed his voice, "But for Geralt's sake - I am in his I saved his life when I was a child. Since you are with him, you must give me some preferential terms."

……

Next.

In the gardens of Sintra Castle.

The druids and witchers had a heated debate.

Scenes like blushing, dry mouth, grabbing each other's collars to vent, etc. happen from time to time.

Half an hour later.

The two signed a magical contract.

Roy held up the blood gem and thought, the crystal wall prison immediately dissolved, and Kungulan's soul regained freedom. A black smoke circled lively in the air, and fell into the palm of Mossak's hand. An unpretentious acorn the size of a fingernail.

"Very good, please wait patiently. In one month at most, Skellige's Druid Circle will send a member proficient in botany to the dance hall in Novigrad Commercial Street to join the demon hunt. Brotherhood of Men."

Mossack emphasized,

"According to the rules, he/she will serve your organization for eight hours a day, six days a week, for five years. And you will provide free food and accommodation. He/she shall not be forced to do things such as fighting, harming animals and plants, Destroying the ecological balance and other behaviors that violate Druid doctrine. Otherwise, this agreement will end prematurely."

Mossack stuffed the acorn into the oval head of the ebony cane, and handed the witcher a prismatic crystal.

"If he/she violates the rules, you can contact me with the crystal...I will discipline you on behalf of the Druid Circle!"

"So happy to cooperate." Roy put the empty blood gems into the trophy package and shook hands with Mossack.

Mossak breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his originally gloomy face, "Now that's the time, I have to say goodbye to East and Calanthe and rush back to Skellige."

“Kungulan can’t wait to enjoy the free air!”

"Master Mossack, actually I still have a question." Roy thought of Geralt's deep desire and felt the need to help this old man, "Do you know a woman named Visenna?" Druid? By the way, she is also a traveling herbalist."

"Well..." the old man lowered his head and pondered, his tall body circled around the garden, and slapped the antlers on his head, "I have seen her in the last thirty years, or the last time of the Nature Sect Party..."

"A delicate woman with a pale face and thin figure, not as healthy as other guys."

Roy listened intently.

"She has a compassionate heart. She has been wandering around the world for many years, providing free medical treatment to the poor, animals and plants." Mossak paused, "But I can feel that there is some sadness hidden in her heart. Things."

"It cannot be erased, it is buried deep in my heart."

"When performing dream linking at the conference, the dream she displayed was unlike other companions - the singing of stubborn rocks, the dancing of swift wind, and the laughter of flowing water. It was always a bit cheerful and lively."

"Her dreams were empty, dark, and full of sadness." The old man's voice was dull and hoarse,

"There is no doubt that Visenna has a heartbreaking past. She is a poor woman."

"Can you contact her?" Roy asked nervously.

"Sorry, she does not belong to Skellige, nor does she belong to the Cade Du I am familiar with...and the druid often wanders and practices in the world, and has not been heard from for more than ten years."

"Is there no other way?"

"Roy, why are you looking for her?"

The witcher rubbed his temples and thought about giving the white wolf some privacy.

"Visenna is a relative of a good friend of mine."

"Huh?" The old man rubbed his cane and turned his eyes thoughtfully. "In fact, it is not completely impossible. We can exclude the Ring of Skellid Jeddruid and Anglin's Cade Du. , you can visit the remaining four Druid Circles, which are located in Kovir, Mayena on the southern border of Temeria, Loch Menden south of Sodden, and the Great Oak Berliu. Herries."

"If you find these four sages of the Druid Circle, you can contact Visenna through them."

"I heard ~IndoMTL.com~ that some druids hate humans." Roy requested with eyes, "Especially hate witchers."

Druids protect nature, and monsters occupy an important ecological niche in nature.

So in the eyes of some sages, demon hunters who kill monsters have been destroying the ecological balance.

"Let's do this." Mossak stroked his long beard, a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, and said meaningfully, "I will treat it as a good deed and let your 'friend' reunite with his relatives as soon as possible."

He handed Roy an acorn,

"This is the token of friendship in the Circle of Skellige. See it and the sages will help you once."

"Goodbye then, buddy." Mossack waved his hand and left the garden resolutely.

Roy stared at his open-minded back and then looked at the sky. The heavy rain stopped and the dark clouds quietly dispersed.

A ray of golden sunshine falls on the horizon, which is so beautiful.