The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Beauclair’s Cemetery
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The wind blows from the distant snow-capped mountains, passing over the vast plains, and there is a huge, prosperous, brightly colored house, a magnificent palace, a huge downtown, and a noisy port. It is like a fairy tale. Beautiful city.
This is Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint.
Rita Nied led three demon hunters on a stroll along the smooth and clean cobblestone paths in the lower city. She was wearing a bright red slim-fitting dress that highlighted her bulging figure.
There is a trace of relaxation and joy on her beautiful cheeks, her red lips are slightly opened, and her hoarse and magnetic voice slowly describes,
"Bauclair's palace is one of the best-preserved ancient artifacts from the Elven Age to date... The well-known Nilfgaardian architect Felamon renovated and partially rebuilt the palace to become what it is today. Magnificent."
The sorceress turned around and everyone followed her gaze.
The palace is located on the top of a hill next to the city, or the entire mountain is part of it.
A road that winds up and around the palace connects the mountains up and down. There is a small pavilion at regular intervals along the road. The road is spacious and tidy enough to accommodate two carriages running side by side.
The roof of the top building of the palace is painted orange, which is unusually warm and bright under the sunlight. The roof is either conical or triangular, which is breathtakingly exquisite.
"The Grand Duke Henrietta and Raymond of Toussaint live in the palace, and the place where we are walking..." She turned her eyes to both sides, "It is also called the Lower City, and it is mostly the residences and workshops of workers."
Roy looked around and glanced at the crowds on the street. These houses all had orange triangular prism roofs, and the entire city had a neat and unified aesthetic.
"The largest market in Toussaint is full of stalls of all kinds, with traders from every corner of the world. What everyone says you can't find in Beauclair Market, you can't find in all the world. Docklands, It is the trade center between Beauclair and the entire principality, and it is astonishingly prosperous."
"More prosperous than the port of Novigrad?" Roy asked.
"Bauclair's geographical location is not as good as Novigrad's," the sorceress held his arm intimately and smiled at him, "but it is more closely connected with the entire south, and its cargo throughput is actually not inferior to Novigrad. City."
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"Okay, Ms. Rita... Thank you very much for being our tour guide, but if you continue talking, it will be dark." Leisuo glanced at several passers-by expressionlessly, and the spirit of the residents of Beauclair was different from that of the others. The north is completely different. It seems that they have wine mixed in their blood. They have a more leisurely manner and walk unhurriedly. "Now tell us, where is the Oremos Cemetery?"
"It's in the south of the city, only five minutes away."
"Don't worry, we will definitely be faster than those guys."
Ochs, Eskar, and Kian, who were unwilling to pass through the portal, were arranged to go to Usar Castle not far from Heshan to look for the remaining three Griffin Faction upgrade blueprints.
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Go through the Lebioda Gate and the deserted path in the eastern suburbs of the city.
Oremus Cemetery is located beside a gurgling river. There is no obvious dividing line with the outside world. Weeds are spreading everywhere and no one has cleaned them for a long time. Clusters of alders sway in the wind on the roadside. If the sky is dark When it gets dark, it looks like someone is waving, which is weird and scary.
Hundreds of tombstones are scattered all over the place, and many of them are lying crooked on the ground. The tomb robbers dug out the coffins from the soil, and the decaying corpses were exposed in the air, while all the burial objects around the corpses were looted.
Unfortunately, the famous wizard Thomas Moreu also cannot escape this disaster.
The four found his resting place under a huge banyan tree in the center of the cemetery. This is recorded on his tombstone——
Professor Thomas Moreu
987-1155
k'havaniallderaenDolNaev'de, alldern'corrason.Glorsanna'Aelirenn
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"Salvation is not in Doll Navid, but in our hearts." Rita Nied tried to translate this ancient epitaph, "Glory to Alerion."
"According to Thomas's diary, he only started conducting reversal experiments in the lake bottom laboratory in 1121, and he died in 1155? Not many years after giving up the experiment, is this a punishment from God?" The bald man asked, " So, kid, what clues can this tomb give us?"
Roy was silent in thought.
"Now that Thomas is dead, even if Jaylon escaped from the Heshan basement, he should have left Beauclair long ago." Cohen's eyes flickered, "Besides, the coffin was emptied, and the clue seems to have ended here."
"This epitaph..." Roy circled around the tombstones and glanced not far away. A thin working woman was squatting in front of two tombstones that were very close to each other to worship. The two tombstones clearly belong to close friends.
The idea in Roy's mind suddenly became clear.
"Doll Navid, isn't it the Valley of the Nine... Do you feel it? This sentence is full of comforting meaning. It seems to be telling Thomas's soul not to dwell on the failure at the bottom of the Lake of the Valley of the Nine. Experiment, give up when it’s time to give up, and find peace from the depths of your heart.”
"So the person who erected the monument must have known about his secret experiments and understood Thomas's life... and had a lot to do with him."
"Then?" Rita Nied's eyes flashed and she bit her lips at him provocatively.
"Do you still remember, there is a sentence in Thomas Moreu's video diary that explains his whereabouts -" Roy imitated the mage's frustrated tone, "It's time for me to return to Lydia, she might Still willing to accept me back."
"The person who erected the monument, the person who left the epitaph, was Thomas's wife and Geron's mother, Lydia!"
"Now, we should look for this lady..." Everyone's eyes lit up, and Roy squatted down to observe the remains in the coffin. The bones showed signs of being infected by magic. They undoubtedly belonged to a mage, and the teeth were smooth. There are no canine teeth as obvious as humans.
"The era they live in has been more than 150 years ago... There is a high probability that this woman is also sleeping in the cemetery!"
"Although I don't know why her tombstone is not next to her husband."
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Everyone started searching all over again.
And the sorceress asked another question, "How do you explain the last sentence of the epitaph? Why is Alerion mentioned?"
Alirean, also known as the White Rose of Shayla Wade, was born as a female elf more than two hundred years ago. She led the young elves to launch a desperate battle against human rule, and later died heroically. .
She is almost a symbol of the spirit of resistance among the elves.
"Because Thomas Moreu has part of the elf blood flowing in his body, although he does not have the iconic pointed ears, his canine teeth are exactly the same as those of an elf. He identifies with his elf identity."
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About ten minutes later, the four people found the tombstone on the west side of the cemetery
Lydia Moreu
1070-1155
Child, wait a little longer, hold on, mom will come to save you right away——
Great mother, great love.
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The writing on the epitaph is messy and scrawled, with scattered traces of dried blood, showing the excitement of the carver.
However, the environment near the tombstone is unusually clean, the weeds have been cleared away, and the coffin has not been attacked by tomb robbers.
Obviously someone takes care of it regularly.
The four bystanders stared at the line of writing and were speechless for a long time.
The face is complicated and difficult to understand. ~IndoMTL.com~So, this tomb contains the mother of the witcher Geron Moru? "Keen felt his throat was a little dry and swallowed.
Roy picked up a white carnation beside the grave and suppressed the temporary doubt in his heart. "This flower is very fresh. It didn't take long to arrive, only one day at most."
Next to it, there are flowers that have withered, turned black and shriveled due to too much time.
Cohen took a look, took a deep breath, but his fingers could not stop trembling. In 1155, a grave more than a hundred years ago, people still come to send flowers, which shows that——
"This is stained with someone's breath..."
Roy handed the carnation to Leisuo, who had the keenest sense. The latter moved his nose, and a colorful ribbon appeared in front of his eyes, stretching out of the cemetery and pointing to Haute Village on the edge of Beauclair.
"Man, the rest is up to you."
"Find the worshiper."