The Divine Hunter Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen Dinner

Roy followed Geralt through several wooden doors, turned through twists and turns, and dark corridors, and entered the kitchen on the left side of the castle hall, which was filled with baskets of vegetables, a row of marinated pork, and several fresh meat steaks. .

There was an old man busy in front of a large iron pot in the center of the kitchen.

He wore an armor patchwork of cotton, chains, leather and metal,

The figure is strong and upright, with brown hair combed back to look younger than Geralt's white hair, and a beard on his upper lip.

On the weather-beaten cheeks, which are covered with traces of vicissitudes of life, the nasolabial folds and forehead wrinkles are very deep, but the skin is shiny and the eyes are dark and flexible. They look much younger than their actual age, about the equivalent of an ordinary human being in their fifties. .

And it can be vaguely seen from his regular facial features that this old man must have been a man of great influence no less than Dandelion when he was young.

But Roy knew that he was not much younger than Kaer Morhen.

Vesemir

Gender: Male

Age: 304

Identity: Grand Master of the Wolf Sect Demon Hunter. A grand master who is proficient in various wolf sect techniques.

Life: 200

Magic power: 160

Attributes:

Strength: 22

Agility:?

Physique: 20

Perception: 15

Will: 10

Charm: 8

Spirit: 16

Skills:

Witcher Seal 10, Alchemy 10, Meditation 8, Cat Sword Sword Skill 10, Wolf Sword Sword Skill 10, Bear Sword Sword Skill 10, Witcher Senses 10.

Passive solidification of crisis intuition

Others

"Geralt, who is this young man?" The old man put the spoon in his hand into the broth in the large iron pot, and glanced at the young demon hunter, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes softening.

"It's nice to meet you, Master Vesemir. I am Roy, the snake sect demon hunter who just visited Kaer Morhen today." The young man looked at the energetic old man, with a look on his face. The respect is undisguised, and a smile comes from the heart.

Today I finally made up for a regret from the past.

Since the defense of Kaer Morhen, I saw the living old man again.

"Oh, I can't remember whether it was decades or more than ten years ago. I haven't seen a witcher as young as you." Vesemir stroked his messy beard and smiled heartily, "You are still so handsome. When I see you The old man reminds me of myself when I was young. Can you come over and let me use my old bones to relive my lost youth?"

Roy walked over,

The old man immediately gave him a bear hug, and soon let go. His rough hands shook his hand vigorously and enthusiastically, "Roy, welcome to Kaer Morhen!"

"Stay a little longer, let the two schools of thought have a good exchange, and add some popularity to this old house."

"As you wish."

"I have to say that the Viper School's luck is so good that it makes people jealous. Even after traveling from the south to the north, they were able to recruit suitable apprentices and successfully passed the Green Grass Trial." Vesemir noticed that he had secret gold His pupils reminded him of the terrible situation of the wolf faction, and his tone was sad, "But kid, why do you look at me like I'm looking at an acquaintance?"

"Geralt told me about you," Roy glanced at the white wolf smiling silently next to him. "You are a great mentor and the guardian of Kaer Morhen."

"Stop! Polite boy, if you keep praising me, the old man will lose sleep tonight because of jealousy!" Vesemir picked up the spoon again and put the meat cleaver on the stove. "The rest is while drinking. Let’s talk again, it’s your turn to show off your cooking skills, make the dish you are best at, don’t keep them waiting.”

The dark-gold pupils glanced at the wild boar meat hanging in the air and the large iron pot, and Roy smiled happily.

"Geralt, don't just stand there and bring me a basket of tomatoes!"

On the 23rd, night.

The Halls of Kaer Morhen.

The light from the fireplace and candlesticks illuminated a table of steaming delicacies: roasted forest deer, stewed meat in a large iron pot with seasonal vegetables and fruits.

Four snake sect demon hunters who came from afar, and the owner of the castle, four wolf sect demon hunters, gathered together around a rectangular table covered with red tablecloth,

"Kaer Morhen has been lonely for many years without anyone visiting. It is a rare occasion to welcome four guests today, which is really a great event. Geralt, Lambert, and Eskar, raise a toast to these distinguished guests. !"

The eldest Vesemir raised his glass and drank the low-alcohol wine made from potato peels in one gulp!

A few people followed closely behind and had a drink.

Wine foam splashed everywhere, and a few satisfied burps were heard.

"Everyone, enjoy yourself and treat this place as your home. Don't be polite to us!"

"Haha, you're welcome then!"

The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively and everyone spoke freely.

"Hey Roy, what's the name of this dish? It tastes amazing! Why haven't I seen you make it before?" Oakes, who was sweating profusely, inserted a long piece from a large iron pot in the center of the table. , put the wild boar meat covered with rich red soup into your mouth.

He swallowed it greedily without chewing it, then licked the grease from the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed an extremely satisfied expression.

"That's right, Snake Pie boy, I've never eaten dishes with this flavor." Lambert took a piece of paper-thin potato from the big pot and stuffed it into his mouth. He was so spicy. He bared his teeth, but he couldn't stop putting the knife and fork in his hand into the iron pot.

"A specialty of Nilfgaard, or did you create it yourself?"

"Um, thank you for your praise. In fact, this is my first time trying this dish tonight. I didn't expect it to be so popular." Roy looked at the seven sweating demon hunters and couldn't help but smile. mouth,

Even the old man ate with a mouth full of oil, and his speed in handling the knife and fork was not inferior to that of the young people.

"How did you think of it?" Lambert lamented, "Why didn't we think of this method before? We have been in vain for decades"

"As for the source of inspiration, since the snake pie and the wolf pie thousands of miles away can sit on the same table. Then potatoes, mushrooms, wild boar spices, all kinds of ingredients, why can't they be mixed together and put into the big iron Pot stew."

"As you can see, after mixing, the taste of the dish is surprising."

Roy suffered a sudden severe pain in the instep of his foot.

He turned around and glanced at the bald man next to him who was gnawing on a leg of lamb with a twitching look on his lips.

Vesemir, who was sitting in the main seat, was thoughtful when he heard the words. He put the knife and fork on the dinner plate and raised the wine glass. "It's rare for a young man to have such superb skills and surpass the old man. Let us enjoy it." Delicious food that is hard to find in the world!"

"Here's a toast to Roy!"

"Here's to Roy!"

"Leso, tell me why the Snake Sect moved all the way from the south to the north." Eskar swallowed the stewed taro and asked, "In recent years, the north has become more and more difficult to deal with. Monsters and The number of commissions is decreasing year by year, and people are becoming less and less interested in seeing witchers."

Askar thought of a bad experience and laughed at himself, "In poor countryside and even big cities, many families with children, when they see mutants, they directly treat them as thieves and guard against them."

"I'm curious, are the conditions worse in the south?"

"In fact, the new emperor Emhyr has been pretty good to non-human races since he came to power." The bald man took a sip of strong wine and said in a dull tone, "At least better than Redania's Radovid and Kaedwen's. Henselt is mild-mannered."

"But who told His Majesty the Emperor to take a fancy to the Snake Sect's fortress and think that Gesweide on the edge of the deep valley and the chasm is an extremely important strategic area."

"Emhyr originally planned to send troops to attack and capture the fortress, but later for some reason, he gave up this plan."

"Gusvid escaped death for the time being."

The old man of the Wolf Faction changed his face when he heard this, remembering an unbearable memory.

"So Kaer Morhen is even more unlucky. A long time ago, a group of farmers, thugs and mages gathered together and raided the castle, which is where we eat now." The old man recalled, "They occupied the fortress for quite a while. Killed most of the members and took away all valuable things."

Vesemir sighed suddenly. During that catastrophe, as a swordsmanship instructor, he fainted under the corpses of the school members and escaped.

As for Geralt and Eskar, they were not born yet.

"Snake Faction and Wolf Faction, both schools are in decline, with only four active members left."

After the old man's words came out, everyone present couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Leso continued to explain, "Serrit, Oaks and I have seen through it all and cannot leave our fate to the nobles."

"We must find another way to survive and develop in the north. Facts have proved that this is the right choice, but in more than a year, the school has added a new member." The bald man looked at the man holding a chicken leg and chewing with relief. student.

“But before looking for a place to re-establish the Viper School, we must first say hello to those who have been living in the north and establish stable connections.”

Leisuo's eyes slowly swept across the four wolf factions and said loudly,

"We are all witchers, and we are more considerate of our fellow creatures."

"If there are difficulties and troubles, we can support each other and tide over the difficulties!"

"Especially in the current environment, demon hunters are in a difficult situation. It seems that no matter what we do, it is completely wrong in the eyes of humans! I believe you all understand this."

Geralt, the Butcher of Blavikan, nodded slightly.

"Gulu" Eskar took a sip of wine with a bleak expression.

"What Master Leisuo said makes sense. I think the four of you are sensible people and are willing to be reasonable. It is of course no problem to establish a mutual aid agreement with you." Vesemir paused, "The premise is that it must not be It violates Kaer Morhen's principle of neutrality and cannot interfere in politics!"

"And don't have too much hope, everyone. All the members of the Wolf Faction are here. There are only four people in total, including me, an old man, and our abilities are really limited."

"Master Vesemir is being humble," Leitho said sincerely. "You are most likely the oldest demon hunter currently. Your life experience is worth that of three or four capable men."

The old man nodded and took a sip of wine, "We will discuss the specific content of the agreement later. Anyway, you have to stay for a month, which is a lot of time!"

He also has to spend some time investigating the snake sect demon hunters.

"Cheers!"

"Brother, to be more specific, how did you convince this kid?" Lambert frowned and said distressedly, "I found that the law of accident is not so good anymore. I have tried for decades and still haven't received an apprentice. How come it took you a year to find students."

"Be patient, that's because you are still young!" Geralt tried to explain.

Vesemir and Eskar took the opportunity to quickly destroy the wild boar in the large iron pot.

"No, Lambert, you are still relying on the law of accidents to recruit apprentices?" Oakes suddenly shouted exaggeratedly,

Successfully engage your audience.

"Everyone, the law of accidents has long ceased to work. Demon hunters should keep up with the times!" Oakes raised his glass high, his dry cheeks shining in the firelight, "Roy is not a son of accidents, he The addition is extremely legendary and will definitely leave a mark in the history of The Witcher in the future."

"Ahem" Leisuo seemed to have choked on his wine.

Ochs's words changed and he became more concerned.

"How he got here, I will explain to you later."

I was wondering if Roy's origin was mentioned now, and the boy would definitely use it to talk about the brotherhood.

"Okay, I'm waiting for the answer." Lambert didn't force it, "Next, how are we going to rebuild the school?"

"First of all, you need a lot of money." He clasped his fingers with a trace of seriousness on his face. "Secondly, buying land and obtaining official approval is not just a matter of money."

"Third, if you don't abide by the law of accidents, how do you plan to recruit apprentices and how do you avoid being regarded as human traffickers by the public?"

Vesemir stopped eating.

Several wolf factions pricked up their ears.

"We did a big deal in Novigrad about the money problem, and it will be enough to solve it satisfactorily." Seret said, "The place is not difficult to find."

If things don't work out, they still have the laboratory under the Temple Island of Nuo City.

"As for how to recruit apprentices." Seret smiled, "The world is very big, and there are many children who have no fathers and mothers and do not have enough to eat. If you give them a choice~IndoMTL.com~, they will work hard regardless of their own safety. Pounce and grab it."

"If you are not the child of an accident, you cannot form the bond of destiny." Geralt put down his knife and fork and said seriously, "The trial of green grass is a death sentence for them."

"I'm just an exception?!" Roy retorted as Dark Gold's pupils swept across Geralt and Eskar,

"And so what if he is the son of an accident? The son of an accident may not be willing to be a witcher's apprentice."

"In order for the school to continue, changes must be made!"

Askar suddenly touched the hideous scar on his right cheek,

And Geralt's pupils shrank, remembering the little princess he left in Cintra.

"Everyone, don't talk about such a heavy topic at the dinner table." Vesemir knocked on the plate, "Let's have something lighthearted."

"What are you waiting for, Geralt, let's start with you!" Lambert suddenly became excited. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time and couldn't wait to share and show off the wolf sect's **** hunting experience with the new guests. , "How many women have you slept with this year?!"

"Then it's my turn, Eskar's, and Wei's, let's talk one by one!"

"Are you sure?" Bai Lang glanced sideways at his friend's stinky face, with "disdain" written on his rigid face.

"Don't you dare, Geralt? Don't tell me you abstained from **** for a year!?"

"How about I come first?" Oakes said not to be outdone, "I had a date with the sorceress in Aretuosa this year."

"A petite blonde beauty!"

The dim firelight illuminated a group of faces whispering to each other with lewd expressions.

Mr. Vesemir seemed to feel that the meat in the pot was no longer so fragrant, and quietly leaned towards the discussion area.

The youngest witcher sighed helplessly.

Looks like tonight will be a sleepless night!