The Divine Hunter Chapter 43: 10-year layout

The dim castle hall.

The white light outside the window and the dancing sparks in the fireplace illuminated the six people confronting each other.

Four knights in coats and mages holding iron staffs surrounded the center of the hall, the witcher beside the sofa and the scarred sorceress under his control.

"Roy, I have taken the lead in expressing my sincerity, it's your turn," he said in his usual calm tone, "Please let Lydia go, at least, let her relax a little."

The witcher thought for a moment and did not refute.

False and conciliatory.

He only has one chance to take action, and he must carefully find the true body among the four illusions.

Otherwise, if you hit the snake, you will not die, but you will suffer harm from it.

The sorceress, who was bound by anti-magic shackles, lay relaxed on the sofa opposite the fireplace.

Her whole body was filled with deep sadness, and she was heartbroken when she heard Wei Ge's answer with her own ears.

And Roy sat next to her within arm's reach.

"Very good! I like to communicate with people who keep their promises!" The four Vigos had bright smiles on their lips, and their eyes when looking at the witcher became slightly gentler, "Now it's my turn to ask and you to answer... Then it’s you, let’s communicate as equals.”

"How did you learn about Her Highness Pavetta?"

"On that dragon ship that was shipwrecked, a Skellige sailor survived by luck... I found him and learned the truth." Roy made a recalling expression, and his words were half-truth and half-false. Muddle through.

Wego was quite dissatisfied. It was impossible for a mere sailor to connect Emhyr and Duny, nor to know who he was hiding behind.

This guy is hiding a lot of truth.

"It's my turn, I'm very interested in your life." Roy casually looked at the one on the far left, Vigo, and asked sharply, "Are you an orphan? Your parents abandoned you when you were a child. You?"

If it were someone with a sensitive heart and full of emotions, such as Geralt, his face would probably look melancholy now.

Or become angry and angry.

The expressions of the four warlocks did not change at all, they were exactly the same, no difference could be seen.

It's like hearing an insignificant past event that has long gone with the wind.

"Young and young, but have a weird habit of prying into people's privacy?" The warlock laughed it off, "Yes, when I was about five years old, my two parents who were source power warlocks abandoned me."

"Leave me in the slums of Long Essett, among a group of beggars. I was like a mangy dog, wagging my tail at the passing crowds and begging for mercy. I rummaged for food from the garbage, often for a piece of moldy bread and The man was beaten to a **** head."

His tone was sparse and normal, and he didn't seem to be ashamed of it.

“Eating rotten, meager food, without a single meal, barely made it to the age of eight.”

Lidya, who was lying on the sofa, also quietly pricked up her ears.

The master never mentioned the past to her.

"Roy, this is the standard answer to the question, frank and detailed. It will not be hidden in words, general or ambiguous, and will not be disturbed by negative emotions such as shame and hatred. The following dialogue must abide by this basic rule ." The four Wegos looked at the witcher, "I am also very interested in you. Why did you choose to become a mutant instead of a wizard? Has the wonderful magic full of mysteries never attracted you?"

"The fluctuation of magic power in your body far exceeds that of ordinary demon hunters, which proves your talent." Vigo took a deep breath, as if smelling the scent of chaotic energy, "Even if you enter Ban A Even with virtue, you can become a qualified mage apprentice. No matter how hard you work, graduating smoothly will not be a problem."

Roy's eyes swirled among the four figures. The mirror images of these figures were all the same, even the eyelashes blinked at the same angle. "This is the will of fate. I encountered the witcher first. And at that time, my The family is threatened by a terrifying monster and is in danger."

"I only had one choice, so I grabbed it without hesitation and became a demon hunter. At least I could control my own destiny." Roy said this in a sincere tone.

Weige nodded with satisfaction.

"You are very different. I have never heard of someone taking the initiative to become a demon hunter, seizing their own opportunities, instead of indulging in unrealistic illusions, or being wiped out of passion and enthusiasm by the same life. Ideal, reduced to ordinary people."

"You are ambitious and motivated."

Weige admired.

"I'm done..." Roy threw the compliment away directly, "How did you embark on the path of magic?"

"Stubborn boy." Wei Ge shook his head and sighed, and couldn't help but start rubbing the iron rod in his hand. "When I was eight years old, I was dying in a cold and dirty sewer. When I was about to starve to death, a group of people who happened to pass by the slums The druids of Kovir Stone Circle took me in."

"They took me with them and raised me."

"You know what a Druids are? A bunch of freaks and outcasts who travel the world and bow down to the sacred oak tree."

"Later, during several Druid ceremonies, my talents revealed themselves. They began to teach me meditation, martial arts and magic, and taught me how to live in harmony with nature and this society."

"I wandered with them until I was twenty years old. To be honest, I have no interest in their ideas. I think they are nonsense!"

“Communicate, understand, and live in harmony?”

"Haha, if I really wanted to abide by this rule, I would have turned into white bones from the stink during my years in the slums."

"Obviously, the greatest truth in the world is that the weak eat the strong!"

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the hall.

There was no trace of gratitude in Wei Ge's tone, and it was full of pride.

“I perfectly inherited the magical talents of those two irresponsible warlocks, and soon I learned all the spells of the druids. I am tired of the natural way spoken by those old pedants, I rejected their suggestion to introduce me to the Warlock Brotherhood. I chose to leave and wander alone."

In addition to his stick skills, Vigo's ability to control the sky and his behavior are completely different from those of the Druid who is indifferent to fame and wealth. He has never concealed his desire for power.

"Roy...how did your organization unite?" the man asked, "Didn't demon hunters always used to fight alone...it is absolutely impossible to form gangs."

"Times have changed. It's just because the demon hunters in the past were independent and never knew how to unite, they gradually declined. No matter who they are, they can come and step on them." Roy shook his head, "Step on us. If you humble yourself to the ground, you will almost quit the mainland stage."

"Now that I have joined this group...I naturally want to make changes and keep pace with the times instead of following the crowd. So I persuaded my compatriots and gradually attracted members of other schools. Although the process was hard, it was finally successful. It has some effect."

"Our hard work in Nuo City was originally developing smoothly," the demon hunter scanned the surrounding mages with his sharp eyes, "but today, all of this was ruined by your machinations!"

"Relax, don't get excited." Vigo smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "If I had known that there was such a number one figure among the demon hunters, I would not have let Skiru and Reigns , I want to break up with you. Instead, sit down like this today and communicate calmly. Maybe we can achieve cooperation."

"Don't you think we are similar?"

"Warlocks and Witchers."

"He who lives longer."

"Master the energy of chaos."

"Wandering and transformation."

"Uncomfortable and ambitious." Wei Ge said softly, "They are all working hard to seek change."

Lidya, who was paralyzed on the sofa, looked between the two of them.

Handsome and strong.

But one represents the strongest mage she knows, and the other represents the most powerful demon hunter.

Yes, no demon hunter can kill so many warlocks as easily as Roy.

"There's a big difference." Roy shook his head, "I just want to take care of my relatives and friends so that they can have an ideal life without affecting others."

"And Your Excellency...in order to realize your ambition, you have destroyed countless families and scattered their wives and children."

"You think this is a mistake? I cannot agree with this view," Wei Ge said, "Isn't it true that people live for themselves? As long as you feel at ease, there is no problem."

"What's more, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters, are distracted by outsiders, overflow with sympathy, and are swayed by the compassion in their hearts. On the contrary, it is a taboo and a stumbling block on your road to success."

……

Roy was silent. He couldn't convince Vigo, and it was impossible for the other party to convince him.

"Continuing with the previous topic, it's my turn to ask a question. After leaving the Druid Circle, how did you join the Warlock Brotherhood? As far as I know, although both are spellcasters, their concepts are completely different."

One strives to minimize interference with nature and society.

A man who tries his best to increase his influence on the world situation.

……

"After leaving the Druid Circle, I began to travel around the world," Wei Ge's explanation was still patient and meticulous. "At the beginning, I was a little confused. I was far less ambitious than I am today, and I didn't know where the road ahead was, so I have tried many careers and tried to expand my life as much as possible."

"Soldiers, robbers, robbers, spies, murderers... wandering businessmen... seeing all kinds of people and things..." The eyes of the four warlocks flashed memories, and their expressions were slightly dazed. Roy quietly tensed his body, his eyes wandering Go, clenched your fists, and then unclenched them for a moment.

He was not sure enough to kill him with one blow.

Then keep talking.

"After wasting five or six years, I realized that those are not what I want..."

"When I was in my mid-twenties, I fell in love with a sorceress... It was the first time in my life that I gave my heart to someone."

The witcher narrowed his eyes.

Does this guy who is full of intrigues still have sincerity?

And Lydia pursed her lips.

"Unfortunately, that woman is arrogant, vicious, ruthless and cold. She just regards me as a dispensable object of pleasure, one of her dozen faces, a weakling under her control. Sometimes she flirts with me during the day He scolded her and went to another man’s house at night to spread her legs.”

"I had enough of her indulgence and left her. After some reflection, I suddenly realized that companions are just a pastime." Vigo smiled at the witcher.

"Biological parents are not worthy of trust, let alone the opposite **** who establishes a relationship halfway." The four warlocks nodded together and slowly circled around the demon hunter, seeming to agree with their own words,

"This realization should be called growth. Since then, I have no longer been dominated by unwarranted emotions." He looked at Roy, "In this regard, demon hunters are uniquely endowed. Mutations can erase your excess. Feelings allow you to focus more on self-improvement."

"That's just a possibility of mutation." Roy explained, "At least I don't want to become an emotionless machine. Or should I get back to you, and then what?"

"At that time, I was young and vigorous. I hated them, hated those two hard-hearted **** who abandoned me after giving birth to me, and hated that philandering woman."

"But they are all warlocks."

"Out of hatred, I want to see clearly what kind of group warlocks are."

Weige grinned, showing his white teeth, "It just so happened that Herbert Stanmerford, one of the founders of the Warlock Brotherhood, discovered my talent and extended an invitation to me, so I took advantage of the opportunity to join. …Dedicate yourself to this organization.”

"But I am extremely talented and learn quickly. When I was thirty years old, I had mastered more spells than most two-hundred-year-old stubborns. I found that many of the things I had worked hard for before had become easily accessible and powerful. , money, beauty, power..."

“The sorceress I once fell in love with has become the one who comes and goes with a wave of my hand.”

Wilgefortz.

I suffered a lot when I was young, so my heart is like steel.

But he is extremely talented and his character is full of pride and arrogance.

He asked, "What about you? Roy, where does your unique ability come from?"

"What do you mean? I'm just an ordinary demon hunter." Roy pretended to be confused.

"Have you forgotten the rules of conversation? Be honest! I even disclosed my personal privacy to you without reservation. You must abide by the principle of equality." The warlock shook his head. "Lydia told you about your previous battles through spiritual contact. Me."

"Tsk, tsk, space travel... and incredible..." He changed the subject, "Please don't blame this on the witcher's mutation."

Wilgefortz's eyes were blazing, "I'm 100% sure that mutations don't have this ability, otherwise all members of the Warlock Brotherhood would have mutated. Don't lie to me, otherwise, there is no need to continue this negotiation. ."

Roy turned his eyes, hesitated for a moment, revealed a little bit, and continued to interest the other party.

"I ate a plant called 'blood of the sun', and they gave me the power of space."

"You are referring to the dwarf mountain rattleweed, the devil's tail, and the ancient language's Fernni Ichar..." The eyes of the four Vigors shot out, like lit candles, and they turned toward the witcher. Taking a step closer,

"Have you heard of it?"

"Of course, it is one of the main ingredients in the elixir that is the ultimate goal of all alchemists, but as far as I know this plant has long since become extinct."

"Maybe I'm lucky and happened to find one in the deep mountains and old forests, but it's a pity that there is only one."

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Vilgefortz looked at the witcher with a little more fiery eyes.

Roy took a breath and moved slightly closer to Lydia. He asked a rather exaggerated question, "I want to know the specific connection between you and the Emperor of the Nilfgaard Empire, Emhyr var Emres. ”

"The causes and consequences of your acquaintance with him."

"There can be no mistakes."

The warlocks hesitated for a long time this time.

The eyes flickered.

Here we go again.

The witcher once again bluntly revealed his secret connection with the Southern Emperor Emhyr.

But this time, Vigo kept his doubts in his heart. In fact, he already had some guesses about Roy's identity.

"I have been a businessman, and after I became a warlock, I still retained some of my business habits. For example, investing."

“Ordinary investment, gaining wealth and prestige, can no longer satisfy my appetite.”

"So I set my sights on a prince in trouble. Thirty years ago, the Nilfgaardian Empire suffered a coup, and Emhyr Var Emreis's father Fergus Var Emreis was driven out. After abdicating the throne, he himself was cursed by the usurper and turned into Duny the Hedgehog, and fled north across the Manada Valley."

"But he is the prince of Nilfgaard after all, and he has the possibility of recovery."

"The return on this deal is thousands of times. It's full of risk, but I love taking risks,"

"So I invested in him," Vilgefortz said with a rather proud expression, and the content was unabashed, "I guided him to save Calanthe's husband Ebin's Ragnar on a rainy night in 1237. He also guided Donnie to propose the law of accident, and Pavetta, the child in Calanthe's belly, became his accidental daughter."

"The law of accidents is unbreakable. As a young girl, Pavetta was deeply attracted to Donnie and won his heart. She secretly had trysts with him when she was a teenager and had a secret pregnancy."

The child in Pavetta's belly, Ciri, became Geralt's unexpected daughter again.

A wonderful evolution.

The difference is that Geralt only regards the unexpected daughter Ciri as his own daughter, not his little wife.

And Doni/Emhyr not only married the unexpected daughter, but in order to rule Cintra justly, he even considered marrying the unexpected daughter's daughter Ciri.

It's absolutely crazy.

"As for later, after the shipwreck in the Sedna Abyss, Duny escaped by pretending to be dead, returned to Nilfgaard to launch a coup, killed the former usurper, restored the rule of the Emres family, and restored his real name to Emhyr Va ·Enrith launched a war to invade Cintra. You should be aware of this series of events, right?"

Roy nodded,

"Emhyr successfully ascended the throne, and my investment has received an unimaginable return. But the reward has not yet been realized. It will not be realized until his black-armored army captures most of the entire northern territory."

Emhyr promised that after all the northern territories become the province of Nilfgaard, Vilgefortz will become the supreme governor of the entire province!

The power and status are only under him, the Southern Emperor!

But the witcher is far from satisfied,

"Sir Vigo, your answer this time is not candid and full of flaws. Are you investing in Emhyr just for the land in the north? Not necessarily, right?"

"What do you mean?" Wei Ge crossed his arms over his chest.

"The series of actions you launched in Nuo City drove us to a dead end~IndoMTL.com~Aren't they all for her?"

The four warlocks heard this question.

Suddenly he smiled, his smile shining as brightly as gold.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Because I confirmed a guess in my mind. This is simply a miracle." The four mages looked at the demon hunter with burning eyes, and the excitement in their voices could not be suppressed. "I admit that I invested in Emhyr, and Riens was sent to find the subjugated princess Ciri of Cintra. The power and status that came with it were just gifts. My ultimate goal is to get the ancient blood flowing in her body."

"The supreme bloodline that rules all realms, the master of time and space!"

"Power and infinite mysteries are the treasures that our mages crave infinitely."

"People's desires are always getting stronger and stronger, and people are always becoming more greedy, and I am no exception," Weige's excited voice echoed in the hall, full of pride.

And Lydia, looking at his high-spirited look, her eyes fell into obsession again.

"I have long been tired of watching the fireworks in this world. I want to get the ancient blood! Travel through the barriers of space to see the scenery of another world."

"What does it mean to be a mere northern territory among infinite planes?"

"And you, do you know why I have told you so much and been so honest with you?"

Roy took a deep breath.

"Because you have the qualifications!"

He looked at the witcher with a hint of admiration in his eyes, as if he was seeing himself in an ideal state in a mirror.

"The so-called blood of the sun is just an excuse. The flickering you have shown is the power of space. Revealing a series of my secrets is the power of insight and prophecy. To resurrect the seriously injured and dying shapeshifter, you used The power of time, right?"

"So, Roy, you are the true son of the ancient bloodline!"