The Divine Hunter Chapter 5: Angoulam

Oddly enough, as soon as Arkham left the room, the dozen boys and girls who were whispering in the snow-colored courtyard seemed to have seen some savage beast. There was silence for a moment, and before he could speak, they immediately looked like a group of frightened cats. Zaizi, rushed into the dormitory.

Bang!

The hard pine door slapped the door frame, closed heavily, and locked.

A few pairs of timid eyes peeked at the window.

Arkham bared his teeth next to the statue of Lebiuda, and touched his young and handsome face with a black line. He had never been so feared or disliked by others along the way.

He did not believe in evil and walked to the window, took out a few pieces of dried pork from the hidden pocket on his waist and greeted the children. Their reaction was even more intense. Several pairs of eyes shrank into the darkness in horror, and they even held their breath.

"What's going on?"

The demon hunter turned around with a dark expression and his eyes lit up.

In the shack where the horses are kept not far away, a girl seems to have gotten separated from her companions. She is squatting quietly behind the big brown horse's head, motionless, as if she is playing hide-and-seek with the witcher.

But she didn’t know that Wilt betrayed her. His fluffy tail swung like a propeller, sending signals to Arkham

There's a little kid hiding in here!

Arkham tiptoed quietly and sneaked over, stood by the wooden barrel filled with water, and looked at the horse from the side of its neck.

She is about fifteen years old. Her slender figure is covered by a patched old gray cotton-padded jacket. She is half a head shorter than Arkham, about 1.6 meters tall. She has several playful little braids in her straw-like dry golden short hair. , a green hairband went around her forehead, adding a touch of heroism to her.

Her facial features are exquisite, her eyes are beautiful dark brown, the bridge of her nose is straight, and her thin lips are neither too big nor too small. They are eighty-nine points similar to Sister Falja (Ciri) in Akatom's memory, but The facial contours are more distinct, the temperament is more mature, and the skin is not so delicate.

Arkham thought that Falga was probably on the Skellige Islands, receiving careful guidance from Ms. Yennefer and Master Roy.

The girl seemed not to notice the movement in the yard, and was completely oblivious, blowing rhythmically into the horse's nose one after another, and gently stroking the mane.

Wilt snorted and shook his head irritably. If Roy hadn't been specially trained by Master Roy to be able to sense threats keenly, he would have kicked the naughty girl away with his hoof.

Arkham raised his eyebrows,

"Hey!"

As soon as she raised her head, her pure and beautiful face stiffened.

"Ah!"

As she screamed, she held her right hand in front of her chest like lightning, and reached into her left boot with her left hand to hold half of the fire stick? The body curled up into a ball in a defensive posture.

Arkham's face turned darker. Only a farmer who was knocked down by a water ghost would show such a frightened expression.

Am I that scary?

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, and I won't hurt you." He briefly arranged the short hair in front of his forehead, collar, and cuffs, and smiled reluctantly, reaching out and handing over a piece of dried meat, "I I come with good intentions and just want to make friends."

The girl looked him up and down with wide eyes for half a minute, especially focusing on his young face and flat belly for a long time. After confirming something, she asked coldly,

"Who are you?!"

"A kind-hearted demon hunter Akamtom, in order to help you poor children, eradicated the dormant monsters in the temple for free!"

"Witcher, don't call me little girl, I have a name, Angoulan! You have such a powerful tone, have you dealt with the monster that howls like a ghost at night?"

As the girl spoke, her almond-shaped brown pupils looked longingly at the lightly fragrant meat in the demon hunter's hand, but she licked her lips, suppressed her desire, and forced herself to look away.

"From today on, you can sleep peacefully. This is my gift to all the children in the temple. Are you satisfied?"

Angoulem didn't answer, and continued to squat there, puffing out his cheeks like a squirrel, and blowing air into the horse's nose.

You little brat who doesn’t know good people’s hearts!

Arkham complained in his heart, stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, and deliberately made a loud chewing sound,

"Hmm...it smells so good..."

"What are you doing to Wilt...?"

She swallowed, widened her eyes, and said seriously,

“Haven’t you heard the old saying, blow into a horse’s nostrils and it will be loyal to you throughout its life, but you have to get very close and gain its trust patiently and meticulously!”

“Where did you hear this weird horse training technique?”

The corners of Arkham's mouth curved slightly. This girl was quite interesting, at least more interesting than those cowards who were hiding their heads and showing their tails.

"Master Roy's mount is loyal and will never be bribed! Wilt, will you be a traitor?"

Puff

Wilt grinned his thick lips, revealing a row of big white teeth. There was a sizzling sound between the teeth. He sprayed saliva all over the girl's face, and then tilted his head disdainfully, obviously wanting to distance himself from the relationship.

Angulain wiped away her saliva expressionlessly and still insisted on blowing. Akam even heard her blowing a sweet whistle.

"Stop! Stop harassing it! It's just a waste of effort. Even if you somehow get Wilt's allegiance, what can you do?"

She didn't say a word.

Arkham looked at her quietly, sighed after five seconds, and reluctantly changed the question, "Why are your companions so afraid of me?"

Angoulin pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, then suddenly said angrily,

"Have you never looked in the mirror? The amber strip eyes, ears and nose are so sharp that they can poke someone to death. How can it not be scary!"

What a hot-tempered girl who just opens her mouth!

Arkham's mouth twitched, "Why aren't you afraid of me and don't run away?"

"I'm scared to death!" The girl's thin lips trembled. She seemed to be accusing the person in front of her, but her eyes suddenly looked into space, and her voice was so soft that she couldn't detect it. "But you have such long legs and weapons. The eyes look like cats!"

Arkham thought she was talking nonsense at first, but after listening to it, he felt that there was something in her words,

"You also have...a dog-like sensitive nose, sharp teeth and claws, and can run faster than a galloping horse. Can I escape? Where can I escape?"

She whispered nervously, her eyes were red, she sniffed sharply and rubbed her eyes.

"Why don't you put me on my back!? To be honest, don't you just want to ride Wilt out of the temple? Is there something here that scares you?" Akam asked in a low voice,

Angouleme continued to blow indifferently.

The witcher was not discouraged. He had already mastered some skills in dealing with this strange girl. He took out the puppet in his arms and waved it in front of her eyes to change the subject, "Have you seen it?"

The girl reacted instantly, grabbed it in her palm, clasped it tightly, and stared at it for a full minute.

For a moment, this young and delicate face showed a kind of extremely suppressed grief and guilt, as if he was repenting for an unbearable past event.

But in a moment, her expression returned to calmness,

“I don’t know, the temple is very poor and has no money to buy toys!”

"Lie!"

The witcher's words shocked her body,

"I forgot to tell you that the puppet was found from a corpse!" Akam watched the girl's expression intently, lowered his voice and made sure outsiders couldn't hear, "She was buried under the cellar. When she died, Not yet twelve years old."

"In addition, we also found the body of another girl of the same age!"

"The two of them walked in pain. A large cat cruelly tore their skin and bones into pieces, and a terrifying spider spewed out webs to entangle them, slowly sucking out their flesh and blood like mosquitoes sucking blood. !"

"They were tortured and died with hatred, so the ghosts lingered in the temple, looking for the murderer!"

唰

Angulan's face became paler, he stopped blowing, and squeezed the puppet tightly with his knuckles turning white.

"Priest Daisy claimed that she did not know the two deceased people, and had never seen any big cats or spiders that broke into the temple. All of these were tragedies that occurred during the management of the previous priest."

"They have only been here for half a year. You have been in the temple for much longer. You should know the truth. Is that right?"

"You answer honestly and help me find the murderer, and the soul of the deceased will rest in peace!"

Angoulin raised his hands without saying a word and hugged the horse's neck, lowered his face, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring some kind of overflowing emotion.

Her unexpected move made Arkham see a black mesh tattoo on her white wrist and a row of slender claws.

There was a line of black general text written in the corner of the web, and this time he read it all

…grayba

Black Greba.

Arkham was stunned for a moment. Priestess Daisy also has this tattoo on her back. What special meaning does it have?

"Angulan, what's going on with the pattern on your hand?"

The girl covered her sleeves like an electric shock,

"You dare not answer? Who threatens you? Say it, I just want to help you."

"Bah!" She suddenly put her hands on her hips, spat on the ground, roared hysterically, her eyes flashing with anger, "Help me? Think I'm a three-year-old child! We are neither relatives nor friends. How can you help me? I have seen too many sanctimonious hypocrites, shameless scum, and perverts with evil intentions!"

"No one is trustworthy!" She said viciously like a wounded hedgehog, "Go away! Don't try to fool me!"

Arkham frowned. He didn't understand why the girl was so sensitive and irritable.

He put away the cynicism on his face and said frankly,

"Why are you helping you? Do you think I like to be nosy? It's not because you look a lot like my friends!"

"Her hair is silver-grey~IndoMTL.com~ Her eyes are as green as the spring when everything sprouts. She is not as unlucky as you, trapped in a temple in the ice and snow, with not enough to eat or warm clothes. ” He turned and glanced at the room where the priestess was.

"She once lived in a suburban school in Novigrad, where everyone lived in harmony, helped each other, could read and write, and played as much as they wanted. Falga is my good friend, and you are so similar to her. , if I just sit back and ignore you, I will definitely be blamed by her in the future."

Arkham grinned with a hearty smile,

"What's more, according to our demon hunters, the encounter between people is also a kind of fate. The goddess of fate asked me to solve your problems!"

"If you help me find the monster, I swear to get you and your friends out of trouble, and no one can threaten you or hurt you!"

The girl took a deep breath and moved her lips hesitantly, but her facial features suddenly became stiff and dull, and her pupils dilated slightly.

"No, what Ms. Daisy said is absolutely true. There have never been any bobcats or spiders in the temple. I have never seen them!"

"Angouleme!" Akam looked directly into the girl's blinking eyes,

A long silence.

"Stop stalking me, I told you I don't know!" The manic girl's chest was beating rapidly, her fair cheeks were flushed, and she threw the puppet at the feet of the witcher. "There are so many questions, how can you Don’t ask about it!”

After roaring, she patted the horse's neck with great reluctance, rushed out of the horse pen, left a row of small footprints in the snow, and knocked **** the door of the dormitory.

Arkham and Wilt looked at each other for a while, then picked up the dirty stuffed doll thoughtfully. Behind them, the bald man Bruqi came quietly, moved his nose and made a sniffing motion, revealing a With an expression of disgust and fear, he quickly squeezed out a stiff smile.