The Divine Hunter Chapter 5: Trouble with Todaroqu
The doors and windows of the conference room are closed.
The exquisite three-layer candlestick sheds soft light, illuminating a sorceress in black with a cold expression and her hands folded across her chest, and a little girl with a sad face and wearing a light green floral dress.
On the long table in the conference room are piles of paper and pens filled with various drawings.
"Ugly girl, let's continue with the magic test..." Yennefer looked at Ciri, her violet eyes full of solemn warning, "Same request, answer seriously and honestly."
"But I don't want to take the test anymore!" Xili twisted her **** on the hard stool in annoyance and said stubbornly, "I have been testing for three consecutive days for an afternoon every day, drawing stars, drawing the moon, drawing animals, drawing A maze-like house!"
"Ms. Yennefer, what does this have to do with magic? What I want to learn is to light candles with my hands, breathe freely in the stream, and when I am thirsty and hungry, I can create bread and water with just a hand, just like the Golfine The same magic of spreading your wings and flying anytime, anywhere, instead of sitting here painting, are you a painter or a warlock?"
After three consecutive days of testing, the little girl’s back was sore, and it became worse day by day.
Yennefer's course was completely different from what she expected. It was boring and dizzying.
And the lady would not allow her to be distracted in the slightest.
How can this work? Isn’t it natural for children to be distracted?
She began to miss the days when she and her classmates were playing with the big **** and training the little black dogs in the yard. She missed the ugly cheeks of Teacher Keyan in the classroom and the sweet classroom naps.
"I say it again, because magic has multiple properties. It is both a science and an art." Yennefer grabbed Ciri's slender and delicate fingers and spread them apart. "If you don't master The skills of a few hands in painting, but the fingers are not flexible enough, and the spell-casting gestures made are as ugly as chicken feet, but they still make my colleagues laugh out loud!"
"You haven't finished the test yet, how do you know I have magic talent?" Xili put her hands around her small chest, hummed softly and turned around on the chair, her thin body facing away from Yennefer, childish. The ground roared, "I don't want to draw these stupid animals anymore, I declare - I have no talent for magic now, and I don't want to learn magic anymore!"
"I declare your speech invalid!" Yennefer shook her head, her tone was like telling the truth, "You are destined to embark on the path of magic!"
"No, I want to practice swordsmanship with Carl and Monty!"
"Ah!"
The little girl suddenly cried out in pain, covering her red forehead in grievance, sniffing, and tears filling her emerald green eyes.
And Yennefer rubbed the index finger that was tapping her little head, "Have you forgotten what you promised me and Geralt? Not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, absolute obedience, absolute sincerity, it's only been three days now , you just want to go back on your word? Do you want the demon hunter apprentices, alchemist apprentices, blacksmith apprentices... all the students in the classroom to look down on you?"
"Where is the fearless spirit of the people of Sintra?"
"Woooo...Grandma Yennefer, you are abusing child labor!"
The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped a few degrees. The sorceress looked straight at Ciri, a dangerous light shining from the slits of her eyes.
"You can't just ask me!" Xiao Xili jumped down from the chair with her chin raised. She thought of other blind spots. She put her hands behind her waist like a little adult and looked at her stubbornly, looking at her seriously. Said, "The first rule of the Witcher Brotherhood is equality."
"You require me to be absolutely obedient and sincere, so you must comply."
Yennefer sneered and said, "You are mistaken. I have never been a member of the Witcher Brotherhood, but I have always been sincere in my treatment of you, ugly ass!"
"Don't call me an ugly girl! Renee and Collier all said that I am one of the most beautiful girls in Gawain's house. Well, no worse than the doll Vicky! Several boys have a crush on me. Me, take a look at me secretly while I am moving around in the yard and eating!"
"That's because they pity you," the sorceress pinched the girl's nose, and a hint of pity appeared in her violet eyes, which made Ciri panic. "They are thinking-whose girl is so ugly? The nose is too boyish, the lips are too thin, the eyes are weird green, and the eyebrows are crooked like tadpoles. Will I be able to get married in the future?"
"This...Ms. Yennefer, are you honest, am I really ugly?" Ciri clasped her hands on her chest, looking up at the sorceress eagerly, her voice choked and frustrated.
"Cry if you feel uncomfortable, but don't be too sad. Maybe the ugly duckling can turn into a white swan?"
"Humph, I won't cry, and you want to tease me again! Now, if you are sincere to me, answer me a question honestly, and after I answer it, I will draw a picture." Xili winked, revealing a little fox-like look. With his cunningness, a sentence that Roy once mentioned to him came to mind.
"Tell me about it..."
"I heard that you have a collection of wooden sculptures of unicorns? I have already ridden a gryphon. Can you cast a spell to make the unicorn come to life so that I can ride it?"
"No! Forget about this **** unicorn! Don't mention it again!" The sorceress didn't know what kind of beautiful past she remembered, and a blush appeared on her pale cheeks, "Sit up straight now, Take the pen, spread out the paper, and draw the obsidian stars around my neck!"
"You are not sincere, Ms. Yennefer! Why can you and Geralt ride, but I can't?"
"Son of a bitch, how dare he say such a thing to a child!"
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In the alder forest.
"Sneeze!" The white-haired demon hunter who was supervising the children digging sweet potatoes rubbed his nose and felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
"You're old, Geralt...can't handle it with a sorceress?" Lambert winked at Geralt, "Would you like to follow me to the Spear Cave to sprint a few times to get new tricks? ?"
"Get out!" Geralt shrank his neck and began to take the initiative to reflect on whether he had made any negligence and annoyed Ye?
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"Plop—"
The waves crash against the rocks.
The boat passed through the frozen water and gently hit the golden beach. The bow broke through the gravel and half of the hull sank into the soft earth.
The bright sunshine embellished the figure wearing a black cloak with a few golden spots.
After rowing for two days and two nights, Roy, whose body exuded a strong smell of blood and sweat, quickly pulled the boat close to the nearby bushes and hid it.
Then he left a series of shallow footprints on the beach and disappeared into a row of beautiful golden willows on the shore.
Today's Udvik Island is far from what it was ten years ago, when the Frost Giants were raging, deserted, and completely reduced to a paradise for wild animals and monsters.
Due to its excellent location, Udvik Island is the second most popular island in the Skellige Islands. A large number of tourists come here every year to enjoy its beautiful scenery and taste top-notch seafood and local delicacies.
Roy walked along the paths and road signs among the green trees, and saw several coyotes that had been chopped in half with axes, which must have been the work of the islanders.
From time to time, tourists can be seen in twos and threes on both sides of the road. Judging by their clothing style, they all come from Redania, Temeria, and Aedirn.
The number of these tourists is even much greater than the local islanders!
An hour later Roy arrived at the Marlin Coast, a human settlement in the northern part of Udvik Island.
Dozens of brick and stone bungalows, the roads are wide and open, and Skellige vendors push wheelbarrows along the street to sell their own special tuna pies, smoked whale meat, herbs from the islands, and colorful and delicate shapes. , are generally stones and souvenirs used to fool people.
Roy noticed that a Skellige man wearing a puffin feather braided hat and bare chest hair was selling pickled shark meat. The strange smell of urea fermentation almost made the witcher think there was corrosion nearby. Demonic haunts.
There are also genuine treasures, such as ambergris and white sturgeon’s black gold caviar.
There are also many weird products, such as the monster Elenia and Hekna dried meat that Skellige is rich in. Roy's mouth twitched as he saw it. As far as he knew, these two monster meats were slightly toxic.
It can only be said that the Skellige barbarian has amazing natural resistance?
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Roy stood in front of a hawker with a thin body and bronze skin. He spent ten coppers to buy a palm-sized piece of gray pickled shark meat. He held his breath and loaded it into the space, ready to go. To send warmth to the children of Gawain House, "How to get to the territory of the Todaloqu family?"
"Their family is in Cod Fish Town, which is close to the mountains in the south. You can get there by following the road signs all the way south." The vendor's gray eyes looked at the witcher, "You want to buy weapons, right?"
"Yes!"
"If you buy another piece of smoked whale meat, I will give you a friendly suggestion."
Well, the kids were even more surprised.
"The blacksmiths of the Todaloqu family are very proud. They will only sell the best weapons and equipment to real warriors..." the vendor said proudly, "So they usually set a test for the buyers. Complete the test , Only warriors who prove their bravery are qualified to get them!"
"I heard that the Todaloqu family has been in big trouble recently, and several people have died. The test will probably be very difficult."
"What if I give you money?"
"You can go and try it. Toda Luoqu has lived on Udvik Island for generations. The family members love forging as much as the dwarves in Mahakam Mountain. They have devoted their whole lives to forging technology. In the process of reform, money means little to them!"
"Well, may the goddess Freya bless you... Goodbye."
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Codfish Town is more prosperous than Swordfish Coast and has all kinds of facilities. In the spacious streets, there is an endless stream of tourists.
In the center of the town, under a granite eaves and in front of a blazing furnace equipped with a blower, stood a blacksmith wearing a leather apron, exposing his muscular arms.
Use an iron clamp with your left hand to press a long strip of utensil embryo onto a dark anvil. With your right hand, you swing a small hammer and beat different parts of the utensil embryo as the iron clamp rotates.
In the crisp sound of clang.
His whole body was glistening with oil and sweat under the firelight.
Little sparks splashed across his strong body and unshaven but focused and resolute face. He was not aware of the pain.
The striking action has a wonderful rhythm and rhythm, as if a skilled musician is playing a masterpiece. People can't help but pay attention to his movements, and the heart falls and rises with him. The hammer heads beat together.
Music by Camille Todalo
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Identity: Forging Master (Mastering exquisite forging technology that is not inferior to that of dwarves, he is a master in both armor and sword forging fields.)
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Besides him are furnaces, iron felts, whetstones, and crafting tables, as well as plows, nails, door bolts, wheel rims, hoes, sickles, pots and pans and other daily necessities and agricultural tools that are common in blacksmith shops.
Outside the blacksmith shop, there were five or six men dressed as mercenaries or warriors, wearing chainmail, cotton armor, or fur armor, with swords, hammers and axes on their waists, or carrying a round shield. Helmet with horns on head.
They stared at the figure wielding the hammer with burning eyes, and their rough and weathered faces were full of expectation, which was the warrior's yearning for a magical weapon.
"Clang!"
The last hammer fell, and Chamir removed the prototype of the long sword.
The witcher in a black cloak walked past the waiting men and stepped straight into the blacksmith shop.
The five mercenaries did not stop him, but showed a look of laughter on their faces.
"Master Chamiel...I, my Excellency Oakes, heard about the name of Skellig Todaro family forging, and came here to visit..."
"Sorry, there was an accident at the mountain forge recently. The most suitable forging furnace is currently unavailable, and there is no way to create high-quality equipment. You can only buy ordinary-grade equipment, and you must abide by the rules and queue outside." The man picked He took off his dirty cotton gloves and turned his eyes to the witcher. His voice was steady and powerful, with the sound of a forging hammer striking steel.
However, there was a hint of fatigue and anxiety in his expression.
"To be honest, I'm not here to buy equipment." Roy shook his head and sincerely requested, "I want to hire experts from the Todaloqu family, such as you, the master, to work in another place, and the remuneration will definitely be better than yours. Satisfied."
"Sorry...to disappoint you, there are no more than three capable blacksmiths in our family now. We have been accustomed to the cool sea breeze and pickled shark meat of Udvik Island for generations, and we can't go anywhere else. "Chamiel rejected him with a firm expression, "King Bran of the Tursek family and Lord Kratz of the Klett family also sent invitations to the family... but we refused. What's more, there are still two compatriots in an unknown situation. ”
"Haha, did I hear you right?" A man wearing a horn helmet and a big forehead with rosacea sneered outside the blacksmith shop, "Has this kid lost his mind and gone crazy? Can he get the Todalo song?" A set of armor and a weapon is already the greatest blessing for a warrior. How dare he expect to hire a master to come out?"
"Yes, young man, don't stand there like a log and make a joke!" A demon hunter carrying a bow and arrow persuaded,
"You have such a thin body, and your waist is not as thick as my arm. You can't even swing my hammer, right? Do you still want to pass Master Chamir's test?" shouted the big man who was as fat as a bucket, covered in mail and carrying a war hammer on his back. He said, "If you are sensible, leave immediately and don't embarrass yourself here!"
Outside the blacksmith shop, a group of men shouted and taunted him.
Roy turned a deaf ear to this, "I admit that in terms of status in the Skellige Islands, I am naturally far inferior to King Bran. But there are other forging experts in my family, and I would like to invite you to have a few drinks. Cup, exchange forging experience."
"I have the unique and precious forging materials of Udvik in my hands. It can even be said that the entire Skellige Islands, no, the entire north and south, this is the only one in the world. I believe that every forging master will. I'm interested in it." Roy gritted his teeth without hesitation and opened his hand towards Master Chamil, showing a fist-sized hand with delicate and tiny runes on its surface, white jade-like joints, and a tough, dark scale. .
Camir's originally indifferent expression changed instantly. He took the dragon scales and bones and raised them in front of his eyes. He was careful and nervous, wanting to put them on his face and look at them carefully.
Breathing gradually becomes heavier.
The few mercenaries lined up outside also stopped talking.
At this time, another middle-aged man with blond hair and a cotton-padded jacket walked out of the blacksmith shop with a worried expression.
There was a tall, young and beautiful girl jumping behind him, with a golden ponytail beating lively behind her head.
"What's the matter, Camille, someone is here to cause trouble?" As soon as the man spoke, his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, locked on the bones and scales in his companion's hands, unable to move away.
He began studying with Camille in a daze, muttering to himself,
"Ore, bone, or alloy, I have never seen this kind of material!"
"Professional equipment must be used for inspection. Sir Oaks, please wait a moment, we will go back as soon as possible!" As they spoke, the two of them, regardless of whether the demon hunter agreed or not, opened the door curtain with their dragon scales and dragon armor, and Get inside the house.
Roy shook his head and smiled, then turned his gaze to the innocent and lively little girl at the door. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Yuna.
The name in the witcher's memory!
Nine years later, a female armor-smith settled in Crow's Nest to work part-time for dwarves!
She is only fifteen years old now, and the delicate face that will be dotted with a few freckles in the future is now as tender as water.
Although she looks young outside, her forging skills have actually reached level 8.
Absolutely talented, it is almost certain that he will grow into a blacksmith master.
The witcher's scorching gaze did not make the girl timid and shy. Instead, she puffed up her small **** and said, "This Mr. Oaks, wants to buy the best equipment in the world?"
"Then you must first prove that you are a true warrior, otherwise you will be like the group of cowards outside the door, waiting in line to buy ordinary goods!"
"Oh," Roy became curious, "How can I prove it? I heard that your family will give you a test?"
The little girl turned her head and looked behind her, pursed her lips, and a trace of worry appeared on her white face, "Uncle Farik, the best blacksmith in our family, took four warriors to the northern mountains a month ago. Forges and mines were used to create weapons and equipment, but there was no news."
"Uncle Okara later gathered another team to search in the mine, but they also failed to come back! I suspected that some monster appeared in the cave."
She took a deep breath and raised her voice,
"If you can rescue my two uncles, or bring back their... corpses, and avenge them! Then the Todaloqu family will tailor-make a top-notch piece of equipment for you for free!"
"Hey, boy, I advise you not to get involved in this muddy water!" Outside the blacksmith shop, the hunter carrying a bow and arrow persuaded, "Two heavily armed teams have entered the mining area, looking for members of the Todaliqu family. Missing persons will never return."
"As far as I know, those warriors have experienced hundreds of battles and have excellent martial arts skills. Not to mention the human lives on hand, Hekena and Elinia also killed many people, but they haven't even been able to send back a message! Now! No one on Udvik Island dares to drill into the mines to the north."
“Weigh it carefully, magic weapons are valuable, but you can’t use them even if you lose your life!”
Roy was lost in thought.
According to his memory, it would be several years before the hibernating frost giants in the Udvik Mountains would wake up, leave the mountains and forests, attack human gathering places, and kidnap people and animals, making this tourist resort a restricted area for humans.
If the Frost Giants had awakened early, Marlin Coast and Cod Town would have been affected ~IndoMTL.com~ would have suffered.
"Did you encounter other dirty things in the mine?"
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"Sir Oaks," at this time, Master Chamiel and Yuna's father Clough walked out of the room and reluctantly returned the dragon scales and keel bones to Roy, "What kind of creature do the bones and scales belong to?"
"Forges better than any material I know of."
"You two, if I tell you the answer and hand over the materials to you for forging, will the Todaluoqu family agree to my terms and send a forging master to come with me to Nuo City?" Roy asked rhetorically without answering. ,
"I have to say that your conditions are quite tempting, but I'm sorry..." The two blacksmiths looked at each other and shook their heads, "Toda Luo Qu already has a few members, and we can't lose any more!"
"What if I enter the mountain mine to retrieve Farik, Okara or their remains?" Roy secretly glanced at the accumulated experience points and felt confident.
Camir's eyes narrowed and he asked in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? Courage does not mean recklessness... If you run into the mountains alone, your life may be in vain."
"Isn't Skellige the most admiring spirit of bravery and fearlessness? If an accident occurs, it will only mean that I am not good at learning."
The two men from the Todalo family looked at each other.
"If you insist on doing this, then we can only say that we are very grateful!" Clough looked deeply at the demon hunter, "Ox warrior, this is the map of the forge in the mountain. If you can find it alone, Go back to Farik and Ocala. I swear on my family’s honor that I will go back to Nuo City with you and become your full-time blacksmith. This is not a disgrace to the family’s reputation!”
"Then it's a deal!"
"May the goddess Freya bless you for your safe return."
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