The Divine Hunter Chapter 44: Wolf Storm

At noon, the sun rose to the center of the sky.

The most prosperous commercial street in Nuo City, the song and dance hall that has been renovated for more than a month is officially open for business.

The weather is rarely warm, and the people lingering under the shining gold signboard of "Nuocheng Dance Hall" are also in a happy mood.

Pairs of eyes looked at the entrance hall of the dance hall that combined elegance and vulgarity with novelty.

Next to the door are several half-person-high blue vases arranged in a figure-eight shape, with still-dry dewdrops hanging on the delicate flowers in the bottles.

The breeze stirs up the fresh and attractive fragrance, and the colorful petals are floating all over the ground.

However, in front of the vase, there is a huge blackboard placed rather comically.

A few words of Dou Da were written directly on it.

“On the first day of opening, 20% off on purchases!”

The people of Nuocheng are the most savvy.

Even if you can’t write your own name, you can still recognize the discount information.

So one after another, guests who were ready to move, with various thoughts, stepped on the soft saffron carpet and poured into a simple and elegant place.

The gorgeous crystal lamp on the ceiling sheds gentle yellow light.

The decoration in the hall is like a combination of a small theater and a tavern.

Wreaths of mistletoe, spruce or pine boughs hang on walls painted amber to welcome the approaching winter solstice. Covered by red embroidered curtains, the curtains drooped solemnly and quietly.

The surrounding exquisite railings divide the hall into upper and lower floors, which are connected by low stairs at the left and right entrances, enhancing the sense of hierarchy of the song and dance hall.

Guests can sit in the VIP seats on the upper floor with a quiet environment and wide view, and have a panoramic view of the main stage in front of the hall, allowing them to enjoy the performance more relaxedly.

You can also choose to sit on the lower floor of the hall with your family and friends at the nanmu tables neatly spread out on both sides, let the candles sway, taste fresh and delicious fruits, crisp and juicy barbecue, and have a few drinks. Excellent white wine from the estate.

…

At this moment, the time is exactly noon.

Hungry and curious guests poured into the hall and took their seats.

With a population of tens of thousands in Nuo City, the demand for various entertainment projects is increasing day by day. People like to try new things.

A variety of factors combined, and before you knew it, all the thirty or so seats in the song and dance hall were filled.

In the auditorium, there are working people who are plainly dressed, lean and yellow-faced, as well as small nobles and businessmen wearing hats, rings and other fashionable accessories and colorful clothes.

There are also quite a few bards dressed in fancy clothes, holding recorders, accordions and other musical instruments to cheer on their companions.

This scene perfectly conforms to the imagination of the great poets Dandelion and Pucilla. This dance hall combines the style of a theater and a tavern, and is designed to be appreciated by both refined and popular people.

Everyone can enjoy themselves here regardless of their status.

…

The witchers sat in the auditorium at the front on the left side of the lower level, across the spacious dance floor covered with red carpet, and the main stage was within reach.

At the strong request of the great poet, they all put on more appropriate attire, a complex combination of underwear, shirts, trousers and tunic tops.

It made one's chest feel tight. Under the tight clothes, the witcher's broad shoulders and back were visible, and his well-developed muscles were ready to come out.

It's like a farmer wearing a royal dress and an illiterate person reciting poetry on the stage. It doesn't match them at all.

"Bata..."

Serrit took a sip of the slightly sour wine, frowned, and tugged on the collar inlaid with fox fur with a look of disgust on his face, intending to pull it wider.

"Boy, is this what you call a surprise performance? Let us wear ill-fitting clothes and come here to endure torture. I guarantee that I can't even kill a wild boar now!"

"That's right, Roy, you must give us psychological compensation! Gulu..." Oakes greedily drank down half a bottle of wine in one gulp and wiped the dark red liquid from the corner of his mouth, "I looked at the profit of the drugstore last month. Is it good to use it as compensation? What do you think?"

"It makes sense, kid. If the performance of the two poets later is not exciting enough to satisfy us," the bald man rested his elbows on the table, supported his chin with the backs of his two closed hands, and turned his amber pupils. , raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of joking, "You have to accept the punishment, and I will make you dance!"

"Poof!"

Karl choked his drink and held his stomach. The muscles on his delicate little face kept twitching, and he turned his head away with his face flushed from holding back.

The cat vulture sitting comfortably on the chair next to him immediately gave him a full glass of wine.

"No waste!"

The boy looked at the teacher's serious gray-green eyes and couldn't laugh anymore. He raised his glass with a bitter look on his face.

Kiayan, on the other hand, still looks the same, with a cloak hood, sunglasses and a visor added, and his unique attire attracted a lot of curious eyes.

But he acted as if nothing happened and drank to himself.

Occasionally touch Carl's head.

The scarlet pupils looked lost.

"Guys, there are performers on the stage, but it's not my turn to dance! And I can't be too impatient, Coville, wait a minute, the show will start soon." Roy stuffed a purple ball into the hood behind his head berries.

Raised the goblet and clinked a glass with the smiling Ms. Zerikan next to her and the slightly reserved old Moore couple opposite, with their arms around little Mino.

……

Beautifully decorated wooden platform.

The blond beauty is holding a semi-pear-shaped light yellow lute, wearing a typical bard attire, a blue shirt and red-sleeved tights, and two trousers with orange and sky blue tights. Gold pointed leather boots.

She sat relaxedly on the high stool, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, and a confident and indifferent smile on her face.

Beside her, in the center of the stage.

The handsome and elegant poet in a purple iris hat and velvet shirt suddenly cleared his throat.

"Dear gentlemen and beautiful ladies, good afternoon!"

"I, Dandelion, the director of this dance hall, I am here to officially announce——

The Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall officially opened today, on a sunny afternoon! Thank you for your support! Everyone is willing to come and visit us, our store is really flourishing! ”

The gentle but powerful voice echoed in the hall.

Dandelion put his right hand on his chest and bowed to everyone.

The originally noisy voices in the seats suddenly became muted.

Even workers engaged in the cheapest and most laborious jobs know that they should keep quiet before performing.

"I have a small reputation in the poetry world. I believe everyone has read my poems to some extent——"

""The Dilemma of Love"?"

In the audience, a woman exclaimed!

"Yes, it is my humble work."

There was a small commotion among the tables. It was obvious that many people recognized the great poet, and several "artistic young women" in brightly dressed clothes were even shy and flirtatious.

"As the winter solstice is approaching, I would like to wish you all a happy holiday in advance. In addition, I would like to say some heartfelt words to you..."

"I have been wandering around for more than thirty years, moving from one city to another. Over the years, I have written thousands of poems and met countless beauties. Why did I finally settle in Nuo City?"

“Because this city is the most tolerant, no matter north or south, no matter which country, no matter what race, everyone can find peace here.”

"Of course, there are dark and sad memories piled up in the corners of Nuo City...but there is also no lack of goodwill, tolerance, vitality and prosperity."

"So I chose this city to realize my dream and open a dance hall - where different races come together to enjoy singing and laughing.

Different styles are integrated into one, which can be appreciated by ordinary people or nobles. ”

"Today, I finally realized this dream."

"Here, I would like to express my special thanks to the master witchers from the Viper School and the Cat School: Roy and Leitho...for their generous and selfless sponsorship."

The Bard and Priscilla bowed deeply toward the witcher table.

"And, with my reputation over the years, I guarantee that the character of the master witcher is as broad and noble as this generosity. It is definitely not like those random rumors in the countryside say."

"Those words are all malicious slander!"

“Without further ado, I believe that you all have had enough sympathy with me. Next, the famous bard Ms. Pucilla will present a song to all distinguished guests, composed by the master witcher Roy... Tell a poignant love story."

"The song is called "Wolf Storm", please enjoy it!"

Dandelion, moved the barstool to the center of the stage.

The blonde beauty's calloused slender fingers lightly plucked the strings.

"Ding dong..."

After the trilling sound of a clear spring.

The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and even the sounds of eating and drinking disappeared.

Dozens of eyes looked at the center of the stage, where the female poet with flowing blond hair and beautiful face was leaning against her body under the gentle light.

"Ding Dong...Ding Dong...Ding Dong...Ding Dong...Ding..."

“Ding dong…ding dong…ding dong…ding dong…ding…ding…”

…

The melodious music echoed around the beams.

Plucking the strings with bare hands, Puscilla’s red lips lightly opened:

Caress my scars with your fingers. Fate intertwined

Contempt the Starlight

Open the wound and try to heal

Until it becomes a twist of fate

…

The sound of music hits my ears.

Roy narrowed his eyes in contentment, feeling as if he was in another world.

He never thought that one day he would see Pucilla play this legendary song with his own eyes and hear this moving music with his own ears.

This scene has only appeared in dreams before.

But today, I finally have a personal experience in the real world.

It's not a waste of time for him to come to this different world.

Beside Roy, the faces of the demon hunters no longer looked as careless as they did at the beginning.

The expression changes and the mood gradually becomes lower.

Maybe demon hunters don’t have much talent for poetry, but their life span is far longer than that of ordinary people, and they have more or less had more than a dozen relationships.

The rich experience allows them to easily understand the meaning of the song.

Unconsciously, I fell into some kind of resonant emotion.

Even Kiyaen, who was completely disfigured, and his slightly stooped figure under the thick cloak, also exuded a melancholy temperament.

…

In the early morning, you escape from my dream

Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

I want to dream about your black hair

Your purple eyes are full of tears

…

The song entered the second verse, and Dark Gold’s pupils slowly turned.

Everyone in the hall seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, unblinking, or closing their eyes and listening.

The sentimental girl has already felt the unknown ending from the changing tunes and melancholy lyrics, her pretty face lowered, her eyes red.

Old Moore and Susie held their calloused and rough hands together and stared at each other.

His old and cloudy eyes sparkled with happiness.

Little Minuo held her fingers in her baby's arms, her **** eyes locked on the dancing Pucilla.

As young as him, he also remained quiet in this poignant and moving tune.

Roy looked across the crowd of people with different expressions,

Including Ms. Dreamer and Todd on the other end.

Scan the glass window next to the entrance of the dance hall.

A handsome man with short purple hair was parked in front of the window, with a sparkling pendant around his neck, looking at everything in the hall in a trance.

It is the shapeshifter who replaces the Collector.

Although the witcher also invited him, he seemed not to want to enter the hall.

After all, his status is no longer trivial. If he wants to appear in some public places like a normal person, it will easily disturb others.

Roy could only nod to him from a distance.

…

Are you my destiny

Maybe it’s just the God of Love who has no intention of inserting the willow

When I expressed my wish

Have you fallen in love with me against your will

…

The sad and melancholy continuous questions echoed in the hearts of all the listeners.

Roy suddenly raised his eyebrows.

At some point, a sneaky foot stretched out under the table and pressed his shoe playfully.

As soon as he turned around, the girl Zerikan who was leaning against his arm winked at him and smiled, showing her white teeth.

She seemed to be too drunk, and a charming blush appeared on her pretty wheat-colored face.

What are you doing?

Roy asked in his mind.

Girl Zerikan took a step further and put her strong thigh on his lap.

The young witcher took a deep breath and turned his head.

The blonde beauty's performance came to an end. After playing the last few desolate notes, she saluted the audience.

In an instant, everyone in the venue got rid of their melancholy mood and invariably breathed a sigh of relief or sighed...

"Pa bang bang..."

Warm applause broke out.

It lasted a full minute.

Dandelion looked at each other as Pucilla exited the stage.

Excitement in eyes.

My heart is filled with excitement.

If future performances maintain this level.

There is no doubt that the cabaret can continue to operate for a long time!

……

After entering the performance break, the hall became lively again, and the guests mingled with each other and devoured their food.

"Kid, Ms. Puscilla's performance is wonderful!" The bald man took a sip of wine, "I won't punish you to dance this time."

"When did you learn to compose poetry?" Oakes stretched his neck, put his old bacon-like cheek on the junior's shoulder across a chair, and said with envy and jealousy, "Why didn't I know you had this?" Talent in this area?!"

A few veteran demon hunters turned their eyes.

"Well, this poem was not created by me, but what I saw from revelation." Roy explained hesitantly.

Gently push Candila's thighs apart from under the table.

"Then you will have to reveal more in the future... Let Dandelion arrange it well," the vulture puffed its cheeks, opened and closed its hard teeth, and easily chewed the roast meat in its mouth, "We will not lose money!"

…

The music started playing again.

But this time, it is no longer a sad and sad love story.

Instead, a dozen bards took the stage at the same time, with crisp flute sounds, melodious piano sounds, and intensive drum sounds, and they sang a joyful and rhythmic song like the spring breeze blowing on the face and the tinkling of the stream.

After drinking and eating, young people spontaneously stepped onto the dance floor.

Twisting his limbs happily with a smile on his face.

Spreading joyful emotions.

Emotions spread quickly.

One after another, guests jumped onto the dance floor side by side, dancing casually while drinking soft wine.

Dandelion and Priscilla danced an elegant ballroom dance.

The old Moore couple holding their children began to slowly rotate their bodies.

Of course there is also the witcher, who moves his limbs wildly and violently.

It offended a bunch of young girls and made the little daughter-in-law scream.

Roy was somehow pulled closer to the dance floor by Ms. Zerikan.

With the cheerful music, he gradually relaxed his body.

Lying with the passionate girl, sometimes getting close and sometimes far away.

The atmosphere is getting warmer.

Everyone forgot about the troubles and worries, enjoyed themselves and released themselves...the clothes were soaked with sweat.

I don’t know when...

The sorceress with red hair and red lips and a long black silk dress quietly walked into the dance hall.

There was a hint of anger on her pretty face, as if she came a little too late.

But her mature temperament and beautiful appearance attracted everyone's attention.

She burst onto the dance floor, grabbed the witcher by the collar, and pulled him away from Candy.

Whisper in your ear. ~IndoMTL.com~ Little rascal, if you don’t dance with me today, you don’t want me to open the portal! ”

Portal?

Yes.

Today, everyone from the Snake Faction will leave the City of Freedom, and use Coral’s magic to reach the Blue Mountains to fulfill their agreement with the Wolf Faction.

The witcher was in a trance, and then he held hands with Rita Nied and changed his dance posture.

Kantila was not angry either, and danced happily beside them.

And Roy's eyes turned, looking at the dance floor, under the lights, at the faces engraved deep in his soul.

A firm smile appeared on his face.

He will protect all of this until forever!

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