The Divine Hunter Chapter 57: Breaking! Forced into the mine

"Lesuo, it seems that the deer-headed spirit has not made you suffer less..."

Roy was a little worried. Although he had rested for a few days, the demon hunter still looked sluggish, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from his injuries.

"The injury is not serious, it's just that I drank too much potion and had a bit of indigestion. When you become a demon hunter, you will encounter the same problem." Lei Suo said patiently and warned. , "By the way, after this time, don't interfere in the dispute between the Scoia'tael and the dwarves again."

"After attending the banquet tonight, we will leave Carbon Mountain immediately tomorrow morning."

Roy nodded. In his memory, Mahakam had never been captured. Even if they didn't intervene, the Scoia'tael's plot would definitely fail.

But when I think about this extremist organization appearing in Edsberg and Carbon Mountain, in this dark and cloudy year...

"At this stage, the Scoia'tael have become the lackeys of Nilfgaard's Northern Expedition? They are laying out plans for Emperor Emhyr in Mahakam."

After clearing his mind, Roy no longer struggled with this issue. He was not yet able to intervene.

The witcher asked another question, "Did you forget to explain to me? How did you and a few dwarf brothers kill the resurrected deer-headed spirit?"

"Warlock, plus that, two spellcasters...and the anti-magic metal bomb I gave you is only enough to deal with one of them."

"Have you forgotten, the vomit of the Child Hunter?"

"Is this the thing you've been hiding in the space bag?"

"Uh, what space bag?" Roy muttered and turned his face, trying to cover it up.

"Kid, do you think I'm blind? The equipment and items on your body keep disappearing and reappearing suddenly for no reason. Even a fool can guess that there is something wrong." The demon hunter looked very puzzled, "But there is something I don't understand, you How can we use the space bag when we clearly cannot control the elements?"

"I've never seen anyone other than a warlock possess this ability."

Roy raised his chest and raised his head, and said seriously,

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, so I would tell you the truth today! Not only can I predict the future in my sleep, but I can also mobilize the items at hand and store them in unknown spaces for my convenience."

"You don't have to lie if you don't want to tell the truth." The demon hunter said solemnly, "Just keep this secret! But remember your identity and don't do anything that will harm the revival of the Viper School! ”

"Of course, I promise!"

Sometimes, the truth is the perfect lie.

Soon, the dwarf attendants delivered two sets of dinner dresses, and Leisuo began to teach Roy in a strict manner how to behave like an upper class person. Adjusting the collar and smoothing the wrinkles on the back, the movements are gentle and the eyes become gentle.

When Roy put on his bulging blue and white striped jacket and tight khaki leather pants, he felt as if there was a mouse hiding under the clothes, and the bite made him itchy and uncomfortable.

From his perspective, these dresses were downright ugly. Why do dwarves want to imitate the dregs of humans?

Leso reprimanded him unceremoniously, "Stand still! Don't twist around like a monkey."

Roy's expression froze, and the demon hunter sighed and said, "I don't think my performance was much better than yours when I put on the dress for the first time. But over the years, I finally understood a truth, the academy If you really want to stand in this era, you can’t do it without the support of people at the top.”

"The people at the bottom regard us as freaks, aliens, and barbarians. They do not accept us from the bottom of their hearts, only discrimination and contempt. But they are extremely afraid of authority. As long as a person at the top of power steps forward to replace us Scream and rectify the name of the demon hunters. Over time, the people will eventually accept us."

Roy was surprised that the veteran demon hunter in front of him would have such thoughts.

Looking for help from a person at the pinnacle of power? Is that why you will accept Emhyr Emres’s employment in the future to assassinate the Northern Emperor?

But all efforts are in vain. The superiors and the demon hunters are not at the same "latitude" at all. The status difference is too big. How can we listen to the thoughts of the demon hunters and truly value them?

Just throw it away after use.

The number of demon hunters is too small, and the schools are still full of various conflicts and internal strife. Only by ending all of this and twisting them into one rope can the demon hunters continue, develop, and grow!

Various thoughts flashed through Roy's mind, but on the surface he was still listening intently to the witcher's words,

"No matter what you think, you must learn to deal with red tape in the future."

Lesuo taught with great care and sincerity.

Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the door - a dwarf wine merchant with a big belly and full of jewels squeezed into the door and shook his beard at the two of them,

"Master Leisuo, Brother Roy, we meet again...how are you doing lately?"

"It's great!" The young man crossed his arms and looked coldly, "Thanks to your recommendation, we 'enjoyed the snow scenery' in Carbon Mountain for a week."

The witcher patted his shoulder, stopped his complaints, and said curiously,

"Sir Sewell, what brought you back to Carbon Mountain? Are you going to attend the banquet tonight?"

Sevier Hogg, the wine merchant of Edsberg, solemnly closed the door,

"I heard that my two friends were about to be in trouble, so I came here to rescue them."

"Disaster, you mean the deer-headed spirit?" Roy sneered, "You're late, we have already killed the deer-headed spirit, and we will give you four Scoia'tael!"

"No, no..." the dwarf shook his head, with sincerity in his eyes, "The crisis I'm talking about refers to the upcoming dinner. Come with me, the great elder is going to deal with it at the dinner. You guys!"

"What?!"

……

Exiting the guest room and entering the Carbon Mountain Plaza, the two of them observed the abnormal layout of the entire Carbon Mountain under Sevier's guidance.

After getting rid of the deer-headed spirit and solving the crisis, it stands to reason that the first-level alert should be lifted in recent times. However, the defenses at the entrance of the valley and the various sentry towers are tighter than before.

Rows of crossbowmen and archers stood at the commanding heights with sharp eyes, clearly guarding something!

Not only were the patrolling dwarf soldiers not reduced in number, but they actually increased in number. When passing by the two of them, they would pay seemingly kind salutes.

This gives the witchers the feeling that they are guarding against an enemy more terrifying than the deer-headed spirit.

"Did you see that the Great Elder has laid a dragnet to prevent you two from escaping? If you force your way in, you will be shot into a sieve!"

"Very good! After all the hard work to get rid of the deer-headed spirit for him, you set a trap for us, waiting for us to get in?" Roy said with an ugly face, "Brovar, you are crossing the river and burning the bridge. Guys, I remember it!"

The demon hunter next to him looked calm, but it could be seen from his clenched fists that he was now a volcano that was about to wake up from its slumber and was about to erupt.

The leader was ridiculed in person, and Sewell looked extremely embarrassed. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Actually... I also think that the great elder went too far this time." He carefully looked at the faces of the two people, and then changed his tone, "But if we don't talk about this incident, the Great Elder is a fair and just leader in every aspect."

The dwarf swallowed in the eyes of the two men who wanted to kill,

"The Great Elder has no intention of breaking his promise. He has prepared a reward for you to hunt the deer-headed spirit, a rare treasure - a gun made by the goblins who moved away from Mahakam a few years ago. Guwei Gwyhry. When this sword is awarded at the banquet, the deer-headed spirit's entrustment will be settled. The great elder will have no further debts, and he can settle accounts with you in a legitimate manner."

"Is this considered a courtesy first and then a fight? Give away the sword first, and then kill us to get it back. This is a very clever trick!" Roy said sarcastically without any politeness, with a lot of regret in his heart.

Once upon a time, he accidentally read a secret. "Ancient Wishir" is the most superior sword type in the world today. It is the pinnacle of ancient dwarf sword-making craftsmanship. It can cut iron like clay, and the price is astronomical. Now it is estimated that only the magical craftsmen of goblins can refine it in the whole world.

But they have fled to Tir Tosha and lived in seclusion.

"I happen to lack the weapon to bind. If I could get it——"

"Alas." Sewell sighed and interrupted his reverie, "You should never take Kelvin's life without authorization. Even if he colluded with the deer-headed spirit to kill his compatriots, he was still the only heir of the great elder! Bloodline heir!"

"Is Kelvin Hogg really the illegitimate son of the Great Elder?" Roy recalled hearing the rumor from the big-bellied Dave, and he thought it was a joke at the time.

"Yes, he is a genuine illegitimate child. The Great Elder has never publicly admitted it because of his face, but everyone in Carbon Mountain knows it in his heart." Sewell pinched his beard, "Didn't you notice that they look very similar? That's right. Carved out of the same mold."

"The great elder has been in low energy in recent years, and he is unable to raise any more children. Your actions have caused him to have no descendants, how can you not hate him? Come with me, we can't delay it any longer!"

"But where is the way?" Roy glanced at the tight security around him and said helplessly, "Where can I escape?"

……

The more urgent it is, the more calm you must be.

The two returned to the room first, loaded various belongings into Roy's storage space, and changed into casual clothes.

Then Sewell came to Carbon Mountain Wine Cellar in an open and fair manner, and the journey was smooth and unbelievably smooth!

"No matter what, you have done a great job for Carbon Mountain by getting rid of the deer-headed spirit. With me, an expert in wine, accompanying me, who would be embarrassed to taste Mahakam's rare wine?"

The wine cellar of Sevier Mansion has amazed the two of them, and the wine cellar of Carbon Mountain is like a vast ocean, and they can no longer describe it in words.

Under the light of the faint fire candle, there is unfathomable darkness and endless wine barrels.

The hill-like wine barrels are neatly stacked in categories, and the signs standing in front of the barrels indicate at least ten years.

The mellow aroma of wine and wood lingered in his nose. Roy just took a breath and felt as if he was intoxicated, as if he were stepping on clouds, and his heart was swaying.

The demon hunter rubbed the wine barrel from time to time, his expression seemed quite emotional. His alcohol addiction was much greater than that of the boy.

"Hey, you two, there will be plenty of opportunities to enjoy fine wine in the future, it is important to escape now!"

Sewell woke the two of them up, sent out a guard, and walked for about a quarter of an hour before arriving at the end of the wine cellar, in front of a dark brick wall.

As the two looked at each other in surprise, Sewell's short and fat body climbed onto the wine barrel next to him and groped around for a while. Then suddenly there was a muffled sound of "娇訇" all around him, and the tightly closed wall actually slowly moved backwards. They separated, revealing a dark tunnel.

Roy glanced into the corridor. His super high perception allowed him to maintain a good vision even in a dark environment.

The side walls of the blue-gray corridor are uneven, with an extinguished oil lamp hung every few steps, and the road beneath your feet spreads down at a gentle **** until you reach the darkness where you can't even see your fingers.

This corridor seems to have been abandoned for many years. No one has visited it for a long time. It is covered with traces of cobwebs and various insect activities.

Roy wondered, "Why...why is there a mine tunnel under the wine cellar?"

“We call it Smelk. Before the Carbon Mountain Fortress was built, Smelk was the mine with the richest mineral resources in Carbon Mountain. It supported the initial foundation of the Mahakam dwarves. We owe the greatest contribution to the development of our ethnic group!"

Sewell said emotionally while staring at the mine tunnel, and then sighed,

"It's a pity that it was mined out many years ago and became an abandoned mineral vein. You only need to spend less than a week passing through the mountains of Smelk and Mahakam to enter Temeria's Territory. A few days further west, you’ll find Ireland.”

Roy stared at the dwarf wine merchant and said suspiciously, "Old friend, how long has this mine been abandoned? Is there any danger?"

"It has been vacant for almost fifty years. There may be some dangerous things nesting inside." Sewell said without any secret, "Of course, if you are unwilling to risk entering Smirk, you can also wait for the dinner , face the great elder."

"Maybe he can change his mind?"

Mentioning the Great Elder~IndoMTL.com~ awe and fear appeared on the dwarf's face from the bottom of his heart.

Roy turned to the witcher, looking eager to try.

"What do you think? Should I enter the mine tunnel and face unknown dangers, or should I attend a dinner party and expose Broval's true face!"

Lesuo's eyes plunged into the darkness, and there was also an irrepressible killing intent in his tone,

"Since that guy doesn't welcome us, why bother asking for trouble? Are you ready, kid? Maybe we will fight side by side this time."

"Fuck you!"

Roy clenched his fist and waved, and the hand crossbow sleeping in the space felt his thoughts and trembled slightly!

The only regret he had was that he didn't have the chance to say goodbye to the four dwarves in person.

"Sewell, help me bring greetings to Reagan and the others at the banquet and say goodbye!"

"No problem! You two, I have prepared food and water for you in advance." Sewell quietly pulled out a large sack from the darkness. "I think such a small amount of items will not be a problem for Roy."

"Wait a minute," the witcher turned to Sewell with an incomprehensible tone, "Before entering the mine tunnel, I have one more thing to ask you to confirm..."

"Ah..." Sevier felt a fierce aura coming towards his face, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and involuntarily took a few steps back, "Master Leisuo, I don't understand what you said. What do you mean?"

"Do you think you can trick us into the mine with just a few words?"

"Come on, tell the truth."

……

Sewell watched the two figures disappear into the depths of the mine tunnel, and rubbed his head frantically. It was as if his mind had been washed, and he couldn't remember some things.

"Forget it, the Great Elder is still waiting for my return!" After thinking for a moment, he closed the mechanism and left the wine cellar.