The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Gryphon in the market

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The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone, making the sweaty face of the young demon hunter appear covered with a shiny film.

The week of fully enclosed training ended. It was already June 21, 1261, the morning of the summer solstice.

The three demon hunters were merciful and gave Roy a day to rest. They followed Oakes to the market square in the center of the city to look for food and inquire about the disappearance of the man who inquired about fate.

Roy has been to Edsberg, Mahakam, Airland, Vizima, and the crowding and noisy level of Sintra's market square is equally shocking.

It faces Skellige in the west across the sea, and shipping is prosperous. It crosses the Yaruga River in the north and is adjacent to Brugg and Soden, the tributaries of Temeria, and has frequent trade exchanges.

Businessmen and vendors from the north and west easily blocked the entire market square.

The witcher Oaks led him bravely to squeeze into the crowd, and then a strong smell of sweat, body odor, feet, poultry and livestock feces and urine hit his face, and Roy couldn't help but feel dizzy. "Is there any mistake? It smells worse than the ghost's mouth!"

"You'll get used to it if you come a few times in the future."

There was also the sound of flutes and lutes coming from nowhere in the market. Apparently there were bards and musicians performing in the open air. What's even more exaggerated is that an unruly trumpet player is playing the horn without rhythm.

Such a bunch of messy sounds rushed into his eardrums, and Roy felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Phew - what a disaster!"

He patiently hid in the crowd for a while, and unexpectedly saw some novel things - several halflings, in front of a group of people, performed a live performance of making gorgeous wine bags from buffalo leather; two elves posing A sales stall selling some unique dolls;

He finally saw other non-human races besides dwarves and elves - halflings looked smaller than dwarves, only less than four feet tall (1.2 meters), and slightly more delicate in appearance than dwarves, but compared to humans Still looks like a big nose and big eyes. In addition, they do not have the developed beards of dwarves, but their chest and leg hair are extremely thick.

After several observations, Roy found that halflings' physical and strength attributes were even less than 4, which was significantly weaker than ordinary people, but they had a special racial talent - skillful hands (passive solidification): halflings are naturally better than humans and Dwarves are smaller, but they are incredibly accurate in shooting and throwing stones, and have talents far beyond the former two. Dexterity +1, Perception +2.

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After watching all this, the dizzying horn playing also stopped. Roy estimated that the player had been killed.

"It smells so good, what is it?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes?" Oakes touched the money in his pocket, "Want one?"

"Come on two, one for each of us."

"I only eat meat." Oakes bared his white teeth and showed a gentle smile.

"Well...you have a great appetite."

Roy still spent a few bucks to buy a roasted sweet potato and ate it all. The unique smell surprised him, but this little thing was not enough to feed a hungry demon hunter.

There were too many stalls in the square to count. He ate a piece of toast and a piece of smoked fathead fish respectively, and the glutton in his stomach finally stopped howling.

After having enough wine and food, it was time to get down to business, and Oaks began to tell him some tips.

"We believe that the man of destiny pursued by the Wild Hunt and the unexpected child in the concept of the witcher should have some similar characteristics." Oakes' lazy eyes swept over the crowd, and a glimmer of light flashed from time to time.

"There must be something different about them, so keep your eyes open and observe carefully."

"Oakes, why do I feel like you didn't say what you said? We don't even know what the purpose of Wild Hunt is to capture people, how can we find it?"

"Be patient, kid," Oakes was still looking around, "I didn't tell you yesterday that the little girl who was caught and released by the Wild Hunt had a talent, do you understand?"

"You mean, the wizard's talent?"

"Yes, even though the child is still young, she has accumulated a weak magic power in her body, and she doesn't know how to control it, so it caused the resonance of the viper pendant."

"Okay," Roy, who knew the ultimate goal, had to pretend to accompany the demon hunters.

"You have to be aware that not all girls with talents can resonate with the talisman. Some girls with facial or physical defects and weird behavior may also be targets."

Roy realized that this kind of girl is the prototype of most sorceresses, just like Casca.

Market Square, the most visited place in Sintra, became the first stop of their search.

Continuing forward, they saw a strange semi-circular enclosure, with six-foot-long wooden poles holding up several pieces of canvas to serve as "fences", and there was an entrance between two of the wooden poles.

A tall, fat-faced man wearing a short jacket, striped trousers, and sailor boots stood there. A small group of people milled around in front of him. Some threw a few coins into the man's hands, and then disappeared behind the canvas.

The horse-faced man threw the coins into a big bag and shouted in a hoarse voice,

"Look, look, the most terrifying creation of the gods! The only basilisk in the world, a poison-spewing monster from the Zerikan Desert! You can get in and watch it for just 1 crown!"

"Basilizard?" Roy wondered how stupid one would have to be to transport such a dangerous creature into a crowded market.

But this aroused his interest, what if it was true!

I am worried that I don’t have any magical creatures to try the power of domestication - if there is a basilisk trapped in a cage, it would be a perfect experimental subject!

"Exactly, I haven't seen this thing before." Basilisks are a dangerous and deadly enemy for any witcher.

"Go and have a look?"

"I'm going to have some fun and search for targets..." Oaks shook his head, "You can have fun by yourself for a while, but you can't miss the training tomorrow morning!"

"Don't worry!"

The two of them split up. Roy dropped a crown and entered the interior of the canvas paddock.

In the center of the paddock was a stage made of wooden boards, and everyone circled around the stage, staring closely at a wooden cage on the stage, which was tightly covered with blankets.

When the last few audience members entered, the horse-faced man jumped onto the stage and lifted the blanket with a long pole. Suddenly, a smell of animal body odor hit his face.

A group of spectators complained and stepped back.

Only the witcher stared at the cage with interest and without moving back.

"Viewers, stand back, it's very dangerous!"

In a small cage lay a black beast the size of a calf - its whole body covered with strange black feathers, its body curled into a ball.

The horse-faced man knocked on the cage with a wooden pole, and the animal twisted, its skin and claws touching the wooden bars of the cage. It stretched its neck, let out an unpleasant cry, and stretched out its long and pointed beak. He opened and closed the cage and spit out a thick, scarlet tongue.

With one glance, the witcher can confirm that this thing is definitely not a basilisk!

Roy stared at it, his eyes became deep,

Griffin

Gender: Mother

Age: 3 months

Health: 70 (injured, weak)

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Agility: 7

Physique: 7

Perception: 7

Will: 6

Charm: 4

Spirit: 5

Skills:

Hybrid Beast (Passive Solidification): The griffon has the advantages of both an eagle and a lion, with enhanced digestion and recovery capabilities, natural agility +2, strength +2, and constitution +2.

Predator (passive solidification): The griffon is one of the most advanced predators in the animal world. Its claws and long beak have special structures, and the wounds caused will bleed. It can see further than other animals. Has a keener sense of smell and has an innate Perception +2.

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"As expected of a griffin, it's only three months old, and its basic attributes exceed those of an adult." Roy was secretly happy. This trip to the market was indeed not in vain.

To his regret, the gryphon, as a symbol of courage, loyalty and fighting spirit, even when it was only three months old, had a will of more than 6. And his 9.5 will, even if it was immediately upgraded, would not reach 12, and he could not Forcefully tame this thing.

But he would not miss the opportunity in front of him and had to find a way to win it.

"Look, everyone! The monster comes from the hot and dry desert and can spit poisonous saliva. So don't go near the cage again!"

Seeing the solemnity of the crowd, the horse-faced man did not dare to breathe. He nodded with satisfaction and continued to preach, "It's called a basilisk. It's a beast with the sharpest teeth and sharpest mouth in the world. One can kill ten lions."

"Then how did you catch it?" someone asked in a low voice below, and the horse-faced man immediately replied with a straight face, "This is a unique secret recipe, only sold but not given away."

Roy standing below deliberately interrupted him, "That's not a basilisk! There are no animals with such dark colors in the hot desert."

"Shut up! Boy!" The wooden pole in the angry horse-faced man's hand almost hit Roy's face, "How dare you deny the achievements of a warrior?"

"If it's not a basilisk..." The horse-faced man turned to dozens of viewers, "Then tell everyone, what exactly is it?"

"Griffin..." Roy said in a loud voice, "A griffin that is less than four months old, weak, hungry, and has a damaged wing. It is called Griffin in ancient languages."

"Do you think the audience members are blind? Where are the black griffins?!" The horse-faced man still retorted stubbornly.

"I guess you painted it black, and it will reveal its true colors as soon as you give it a bath!"

Suspicion appeared on the faces of the surrounding spectators. The word "Elder Language" was too lethal, making them feel that the witcher had become unfathomable.

A flash of panic flashed in the man's eyes, "Shut your mouth, brat, or I..."

"What are you going to do?" A girl with a delicate face and an apricot-yellow dress walked out of the crowd. Her clothes were worth a lot at first glance, and her status was naturally extraordinary.

"Do you have a guilty conscience? Why don't you let him continue talking?"

"This..." The horse face glanced at the girl hesitantly, and then glared at the demon hunter fiercely, "Come on, come closer, if you dare to touch it, I guarantee that it will spit out poisonous saliva. Make you cry in pain!"

"No problem!"

Roy agreed happily, jumped onto the stage as lightly as a civet cat, and walked towards the cage amidst the whispers of the audience.

When the little griffon smelled the scent of a stranger, its eyes suddenly turned red, and it roared and struggled in the cage angrily. But the latter's expression remained unchanged. Not only did he get closer to the cage, he also stretched out a hand and touched the griffon's furry head like lightning.

"Did you see it?" Roy stretched out his hand to tease the gryphon like a dog,

"Can it spray poison? Am I dead?"

"How courageous is he? Is he a beast tamer?!" The girl in a yellow dress below just spoke for the demon hunter, with a glimmer of light in her bright eyes, murmured to herself, "Now, when I go back, I will I can brag a lot with Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"Did the so-called poisonous monster poison me?" Roy turned to the horse-faced man and mocked. The man's mouth seemed to be sewn shut with needles and he couldn't say a word.

"Look at the back!"

"The monster is coming out!"

With a sudden burst of exclamations, the angry little gryphon actually bent the wooden planks and pushed out the rusty nails. The horse-faced man turned around and ran away with a strange cry.

There was a commotion among the crowd further away, but the next second, "crackling", the wooden bars broke completely, and the griffin's furry head struggled to get out of the cage.

Then, before even having time to exclaim, everyone was stunned to see the witcher press his hand on its head,

Shock——

For a moment, the dark eyes of the monster that escaped from the cage reflected a terrifying image with countless blood-red tentacles coming out of its back. Its furious roar suddenly stopped, and its body crawled on the ground, motionless.

The demon hunter's willpower exceeds 9 and explodes with unimaginable power. Even if the shock effect ends, it still lies on the ground.

Even Roy didn't expect this.

The horse-faced man who had escaped halfway looked shocked!

"Damn it, how did this beast become so honest?" Griffins, even in their infancy, are arrogant and untamable. What method did this kid use?

Only then did everyone below react, their big mouths unable to close for a long time.

"With dark gold vertical pupils and this look, he is a demon hunter..." The girl in the yellow dress had bright eyes and saw the other person's identity. She couldn't wait to rush back to the palace.

The little princess has always been curious about the witcher.

Roy's left hand stroked the mane between the little griffon's neck and touched its trembling warm body. It felt like touching a big rooster.

"Your cage is not strong enough!"

"Um..." The horse-faced man blushed in embarrassment, "You...can you help me send it back?"

"Yes, yes...but it's a commission."

"Entrustment?" The horse-faced man's heart moved, and he looked at the other party carefully again, "You...are you a demon hunter?"

"Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School."

The horse-faced man's expression became very surprised, and he immediately forgot about his gryphon, "Master Roy, please forgive Galal for the offense before..." He bowed, "I didn't know you Do you still accept the commission now? I don't mean putting the gryphon in a cage. ~IndoMTL.com~ A more important commission."

"On this occasion?"

"Everyone...I'm sorry," Galal turned to face everyone, "Today's performance ends here! To show compensation, there will be a free performance tomorrow!"

"Cut!" The crowd yelled reluctantly, but dispersed soon after.

Roy sensed the other party's determination and took advantage of the situation to propose a price, "I feel like I'm very compatible with this little guy. Are you willing to sell it?"

"This..."

Galal looked embarrassed when he heard this. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you help me solve that problem, I will give you this rebellious little griffon!"

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