The Divine Hunter Chapter 4: Hotel Conflict

"De'er, De'er..."

The crisp hooves of horses stirred up the flying dust, and two horses, one black and one brown, galloped on the forest path.

The leading knight is obviously more skilled. I saw that his arms were holding the reins neither tightly nor loosely, and his long and strong thighs firmly clamped the horse's belly. His strong body was slightly arched, and he kept moving forward with the rhythm of the horse's running.

His whole body seemed to be integrated with the horse beneath him, and he was able to control it with ease, especially having the energy to look back at the knights who were lagging behind.

The performance of the latter knight was much inferior. His body was close to the horse's back and his posture was slightly stiff.

After a while, they ran out of the forest and entered an open plain——

It was noon, and most of the hungry people had returned home, and there were not many people on the street.

The rows of straw roofs in the village were filled with smoke. In the middle of them, in front of the yard of a spacious and majestic brick structure building, there was a plaque of the hotel hanging.

"Yu Yu——"

Wearing a cape and leather armor, Roy held on to the reins tightly and jumped off the horse impatiently.

Cold sweat covered his face as he hurried on.

However, he was very gentle to the instigator, Wilt. While gently patting the mane between the horse's neck and whispering to it, he held the reins and moved forward slowly.

"Wilt, Wilt, you have to be more restrained next time, I will lose half my life every time I ride you..."

Leisuo, who was leading the horse in front, shook his head when he heard this. The large cloak on his body covered his well-developed muscles. The worn leather jacket had straps and leather buckles on the chest and waist, and a row of buttons on it. Throwing knives and a small potion bag.

Five words "Don't mess with me" are written all over his body.

In recent times, I kept seeing this guy talking to horses, and the witcher began to doubt his mental state.

Can the horse understand?

……

The two men led the horses along the street to the door of the hotel. The waiter came out and took the reins from them diligently.

"Feed them some soybeans, peas and corn, and prepare some water."

Roy warned, "Don't care too much about money. Good horses on the road need to be fed with high-quality food. Don't fool us with moldy and spoiled things. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, please come in quickly..." the waiter said, looking at the dusty but young and handsome face under the other's hood,

"It's weird...what's wrong with this guy's eyes?"

He glanced at the strong man like a hill again. Both of them had strange faces and their accents were obviously foreigners.

And Vizima is not a friendly city.

"Don't let any accidental fights happen again." The man prayed secretly, "I just finished the renovation last month. If I come back again, the boss will have no money to hire me."

Roy looked at his back and suddenly felt a gaze that stung his skin slightly. When he turned his eyes, he saw a dirty and slovenly male beggar looking at him outside the alley on the right side of the hotel. The two were in a daze.

"These days, even beggars dare to discriminate against demon hunters?"

……

The hotel owner raised his head and looked at the visitor. The stranger, still wearing a cloak, stood stiffly in front of the bar, expressionless and silent.

"What do you two want?"

"Wine, Vizima's specialty dark beer..."

When it comes to wine, the bald man’s tone finally contains some emotion...

"Well, two cups..."

The boss wiped his hands on the canvas apron, and then filled the two cracked pottery cups with golden, rich-flavored wine.

The two sat in front of the bar and took off their cloaks.

Others in the hotel noticed that they all carried swords.

Wearing a sword is normal. Almost all adult men in Vizima will carry weapons, but no one will carry a sword like a crossbow.

The two strangers did not find a table to sit down like other customers, but still stood in front of the counter. The young sword-carrying man stared at the boss - this boss also had unfriendly eyes.

So he took a sip of the sweet wine and said, "We need two rooms for the night."

"Sorry, there aren't any here." The boss said angrily, looking at their boots again and again. They were dusty and dirty.

"Go to the temple area in the city and look for it. The believers of Lebiuda there are willing to receive you."

"But we have to live here?" Roy insisted, and then he felt the witcher pull his hand,

"No need to stay in the hotel, just have something to eat and rest for noon, and we will hit the road immediately."

"Can't you live without paying?" Roy continued to ask. He wanted to see the bottom line of this group of people.

"This place is full..." The tavern owner looked into his dark golden eyes without giving in.

The situation reached a stalemate.

At this time, a man with a pockmarked face and short stature walked towards them, with two weird followers behind him.

"Don't you understand human language..." A harsh harsh voice came out of the pockmarked man's voice, "Vegima is the center of Temeria, a great city, and weirdos like you are not welcome. Fetuses and mutants."

"If I remember correctly, this is the suburbs."

"The suburbs also belong to Vizima, and we are glorious Vizima people."

The young demon hunter's face turned cold, he lowered his head and quietly pressed his arms on his back.

He was thinking whether he should slap the left cheek or the right cheek.

But the man with the pimples still said aggressively, "Now I give you two choices, either get out immediately and leave Vizima by yourself. Or, we will personally give you a ride!"

Faced with the man's curses and insults, Leisuo drank all the wine in the glass, then slammed the glass on the counter with a muffled "bang".

Everyone present was shocked, but before the pimple man could get angry,

A man suddenly rushed in outside the hotel door - the guy who had led the horse for the two of them before.

He looked flustered and stammered,

"Two guests, you...one of your horses has been let loose!"

"What! Which **** did something good?!"

Roy suddenly stood up and rushed forward. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he hit the pockmarked man on the shoulder. The power twice that of ordinary people exploded.

The latter only felt his body light, as if he had been hit head-on by a crazy rhinoceros, and his whole body flew backwards involuntarily far away.

When he successfully landed, he felt that his **** was broken into eight pieces and his bones were falling apart. As soon as he stretched his legs, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

……

Roy and Leisuo rushed out of the hotel door, and a horse had already disappeared without a trace - the old black horse belonging to Leisuo.

"Wirt, good boy...really did not disappoint the master..." And Roy's mount, the brown horse, was still standing in the stable, nodding in greeting when he saw the owner.

The horse keeper stepped forward timidly and said, "I was negligent in preparing feed for your horse just now...I didn't watch it...but it must have been the old and ugly beggar next to the hotel who scared you away. Horse."

"Okay, we get it."

Roy's dark gold pupils shrank - from the stable, several "ribbons" of different colors emerged in mid-air, and he locked on the most colorful and rich one among them.

"It took only ten minutes before and after entering the hotel, and he couldn't escape our grasp."

"I want to see what gave him the courage!"

……

Navilon lay quietly in a pile of garbage between two houses.

He gritted his yellowed rotten teeth and endured the pervasive stench all around, not daring to breathe.

He knew that those two witchers had eyes sharper than hawks and noses more sensitive than dogs,

If you make the slightest noise, you will be caught.

Let their horses go. If they were caught - Nevillen rubbed his right calf, which was completely unconscious. He might not be able to save the other leg either.

"Demon hunters... I, Nevellon, have fallen to the level I am today, all because of you!"

He started to reminisce again. Over the years, he recalled his wonderful life in the past countless times. Once upon a time, he was well-dressed, well-fed, accompanied by beauties, and had a stronger body than ordinary people. However, because of an officious demon hunter, everything was shattered.

The most ridiculous thing is that he was grateful to the demon hunter at first. It was not until he was forced to leave home that he understood the cruelty of reality - sometimes, being an alien makes life easier and more comfortable than ordinary people. .

"I must have fallen under the witcher's spell to believe his lies. They must pay the price!"

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"Ta, tap, tap..." Suddenly ~IndoMTL.com~ a burst of soft footsteps came from a distance.

Navilon suddenly held his breath, his body tensed up, and he remained motionless.

"Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!"

He kept roaring in his heart, and God seemed to hear his prayers. As expected, the footsteps became lighter and lighter, and gradually faded away until they were completely inaudible.

He suddenly dropped his heart that was about to burst out of his chest and took another deep breath.

"Next time...I will teach them a lesson the next time I have the chance..."

Thinking about this, he felt a slight flicker. Amidst the rustling sounds, the garbage behind him was pushed away, and the cool wind blew through his clothes full of holes. It was like a bucket of ice water was poured on him on a June day. He suddenly felt a cold air pouring from head to toe, and his body became extremely stiff.

"It was discovered...it's over..."

In despair, Navellen buried his face completely in the sticky and smelly garbage.

At this time, a devilish chuckle sounded, and he felt a sharp object sliding along his back, and the skin seemed to be scratched, causing a slight sting.

These two demon hunters were more ruthless than he imagined, "They are going to kill me."

Finally about to be freed from this life that was worse than death - he closed his eyes and turned over in the garbage, held his left chest, and said in a hoarse broken gong voice, "Come on , come here and strike my heart with a sword."

"Please move faster and strike more sharply. Just give me, this poor beggar, the last mercy."

"Is there something wrong with you?" Roy looked at the beggar in front of him with a look of relief in surprise, as if he was dying heroically.

The bald witcher also had a strange face.

"Who wants to kill you? We have no grievances against you, why do you idiot let our horse run away?"

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