The Divine Hunter Chapter 5: Tavern and Quint

At night in Kaye Village, 90% of the villagers' houses turned off the lights. The men slept with their wives in their arms, while the children looked at the sky outside the window and counted sheep. Night Watchman Thompson began patrolling the entire village with a torch and a rusty steel sword, driving away possible invading beasts and bandits, or providing advance warning.

The only brightly lit places are the village chief's house and the old captain's tavern in the center of the village.

Occasionally, energetic men who have not yet married or had children come here to spend time and have a sip of wine. When the mood comes, they call the bearded tavern owner One-Eyed Jack who loves to brag about Skellige's career at sea in his youth. , play with Quint.

In the Old Captain Tavern, under the light of candles and fireplaces, there were five or six figures sitting here and there.

Roy stood in front of the Gwent chessboard, looking at the pile of exquisite cards with bright eyes.

These are the real Gwent!

Gwent was originally invented and created by dwarves who were bored to pass the time, but with its simple rules, changeable and interesting gameplay, it quickly conquered everyone. Both aristocrats and ordinary people like to enjoy a few after dinner.

Quint’s cards borrow the image of a popular legendary figure among the people.

For example, Emperor Emhyr of Nilfgaard, King Foltest of Temeria, King Demavi of Aedirn with a crown on his head, Meve, the beautiful queen of Lyria and Rivia...

Each piece of Gwent is carefully made by the dwarves using superb skills. The illustrations and materials are impeccable and basically impossible to forge. For those who cherish it, it was made by a dwarf master and can be called a miniature work of art.

Ordinary Gwent sells for one or two crowns, and you can buy a few of them in grocery stores everywhere. One piece of some rare cards can buy a house in Vangerburg, the capital of Aedirn. But few collectors are willing to sell it.

However, Roy observed for a long time. Nilfgaard, Northern Realm, and Skellige decks all appeared in the game, but he did not see a monster card or a Scoia'tael card. All monster cards are rare, and Scoia'tael...

In the current timeline, the Northern War has not yet begun, and the Scoia'tael, which helps Nilfgaard attack northern humans in the form of a strike team, has not yet shown its prominence, so naturally there is no Scoia'tael deck.

It is estimated that it will be after the Northern War that the Scoia'tael deck will be expanded into the Gwent pool by a certain dwarf master.

"Little Roy, why did you come to the pub blindly when you didn't have a good night's sleep at home?" One-eyed Jack's big black-haired hand was about to fall on Roy's head, but the latter nimbly dodged it. open.

Roy smiled flatteringly. He was only thirteen years old anyway, so there is no shame in being cute, as long as it works, "Uncle Jack, I'm waiting for Brandon. He promised to treat me to some fruit wine tonight." In fact, he In order to fulfill his promise, he taught Brandon a simple magic trick, which he learned from the Internet before traveling through time.

But now I have an idea to make money. Veteran players of The Witcher 3 cannot escape the fate of Gwent addiction.

An ugly smile appeared on One-Eyed Jack's weather-beaten, wrinkled old face, "That little fat guy stole the family's money every now and then to drink. It's a shame that I specially mixed water into the fruit wine for him, otherwise old Fletcher would have been there early." Just smell the smell of alcohol on his breath, spank him and make him happy, don’t imitate him!" As he spoke, a glimmer of light flashed in his single eye, and his hand neatly threw a pale white Quint onto the chessboard.

At the same time, his opponent's face also turned pale!

"Take me a frost! Melee units are unified! Haha 35:20, Old Ott, I won this game!"

"Wow..." Several crowns were placed at Jack's table.

The farmer opposite had a gloomy look on his face, "My luck tonight stinks more than Keville's salted fish, I won't come!" He said and walked out the door.

Roy saw the opportunity and took advantage of the opportunity to fill in the vacancy, staring at the one-eyed Jack.

"Sit somewhere else. My old man is coming soon. He must be defeated and bankrupted today without even leaving a pair of underpants behind!"

"Uncle Jack, I'm bored anyway, why don't I play with you and just warm up before the game?"

Jack shook his head when he heard this, "Do you have Quint?" How could a teenage boy have the money to collect Quint.

"Who in the whole village doesn't know the name of Captain Jack, the Gwent collector? Your collection of Gwent cards is so rich, there must be duplicates. How about you lend me a pair?" Roy She clasped her hands together and looked at him expectantly.

"Hey, where did that shy and cute little guy go? Why did the bricklayer in the village suddenly put a layer of cement on his face?" Jack sighed, raised his hand and made a slap. His posture seemed to remember something, and his movements slowed down.

"I owe you... I can lend you money, but old Jack won't fight Quint who has no luck. Let's make an agreement first. If you lose, you will have to clean the tavern."

"What if I win?"

"Reward 1 crown."

"Didn't you just have a handful of 2 crowns?"

Roy covered his mouth before Old Jack blew his beard and glared.

Soon, he got thirty-five Gwent cards from the Northern Realm, thirty-one of the most common unit cards with a combat power of no more than 6, four weather cards, uncherished hero cards, and one nor.

Quent held it in his hand and it was full of texture. The surface felt smoother than the girl's skin, which made him reluctant to let go.

As for Quint in the hands of One-Eyed Jack, he knew nothing about it.

Soon the game started, and at some point, Brandon sneakily came to the table and watched with a strong man over 6 inches and 4 inches (1.9 meters) tall, with black and red skin.

The two quietly observed the situation.

At first, Roy was very slow in his moves, and Quint was slow to throw them, while Jack folded his hands on his chest, nonchalantly, and his moves were like lightning.

As expected, Roy lost two games in a row.

As time goes by, one after another, the situation completely reverses. Jack stared at the chessboard intently, his moves became more and more difficult, and his face turned ugly.

"You little bastard, you cheated!"

Half an hour later, Jack stood up with a roar, his tense facial muscles turned red, and his whole body looked like an angry lion.

However, he was quickly pushed back into position by an arm covered with rock-hard muscles.

"Boss, I've been keeping an eye on you, I guarantee the young man didn't cheat!"

Pusig looked determined, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth. He is happy to see this old boss who always wins him defeated!

Roy glanced gratefully at the strong man with red hair and red face.

This guy is Pusig, a blacksmith who lives in Kaye Village and repairs farm tools for the villagers. Roy had heard that Pusig once worked as a sailor on One-Eyed Jack's ship, and the two of them ran a cargo ship in the Skellige Islands. After Jack retired, he settled in the countryside of Aedirn. But he is not a local, but grew up in Skelly, and has a very straightforward and courageous personality.

"Little Roy, you should be grateful to the horse that hit you!" Pusig patted him on the head. "You used to be like a squeamish little girl, but now you finally have some manliness."

……

Back to Quint, in half an hour, One-Eyed Jack lost five of the eight games in total. Roy had a "huge sum" of 5 crowns piled on his desk. It would have taken him more than a month to earn it as an apprentice. arrive.

"It's unbelievable. The great goddess Meriteri is on top, but you favor this brat so much? My cards are two levels better than his, and I can lose five hands. This can no longer be explained by my strength. ”

One-eyed Jack was still unwilling to give in and stared at Roy fiercely. The latter wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and secretly wondered if he was too hasty.

He is indeed cheating and still using storage space. Every time, he unknowingly hides two weather cards in the space. Quint sees the right time and quietly changes the cards in his hand. It's quite cool to freeze the opponent's hard-earned combat power.

"I'm lucky!" Roy tried to control his tone as calmly as possible, "No one in the field of Quint is more favored by the goddess of luck than me."

"Damn it!" Jack punched the wall hard~IndoMTL.com~ If it hadn't been for that nasty female thief Sasha stealing my 'Mysterious Elf' a few days ago, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me! ”

Sasha?

Roy was obviously stunned when he heard the name. He suspected that he had come into contact with this character when playing games, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, little fat man Brandon rolled his eyes and said loudly, "Sasha, is she the woman who hit Roy while riding a horse last time?"

When One-Eyed Jack heard this, he suddenly stopped, "That's all, if I hadn't chased that woman, she wouldn't have hit Roy in a panic. I won't care about what happened today."

Roy suddenly understood. No wonder Jack said he owed him at first and promised to lend him Quint. The source was that the rare Quint collected by One-Eyed Jack attracted a female thief, which led to him being hit by a horse and being assimilated.

"Little Roy, if you continue to play with me at this time tomorrow, I won't believe that you have been having bad luck. Sooner or later, I will catch evidence of your cheating!"

Roy readily agreed and earned 5 crowns in just half an hour. What reason did he have to let go of the victim who came to his doorstep? This old captain, Quint's addiction is no less than that of those dwarves who have lost all their money.

Brandon also joined in the fun and pulled his sleeves, "Roy, Roy, teach me how to do tricks." As he said this, he took out a fragrant, sweet yellow stick from his pocket. The snack was stuffed into Roy's mouth.

"Hmm...this is lard residue, is it delicious?"

"Every time Fletcher kills a pig, he boils some oil residue as snacks. You teach me tricks and I will bring you snacks every day."

Looking at Brandon's innocent and chubby face, Roy smiled and couldn't help but reach out and smooth the raised hair on his head.

"Start quickly, I have to go back to bed later."