The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Missing

In the early hours of the morning, Roy was fast asleep in a warm bed. He was dreaming that after he had finished fighting griffins, high-level vampires, and shadow elders, a mirror merchant with an aquiline nose and a scabrous head appeared in front of him.

A sudden knock on the door woke him up.

"Susie, Old Moore, it's an emergency, open the door quickly!" Roy struggled to get up in a cold sweat, and saw his parents standing at the door holding candles. Opposite him, the burly butcher was looking frightened and his voice was trembling. Explaining.

As soon as the night wind rushed in outside the door, he woke up completely from his dazed state.

What happened to make the foul-mouthed butcher so out of control? An answer flashed in Roy's mind.

"Uncle Fletcher, has something happened to Brandon?" He put on a thin linen jacket and walked to the old couple.

Under the light of the fire, the butcher’s eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped. He looked like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and haggard.

"That brat..." Fletcher lowered his head, his hand holding the torch and his beard trembling slightly, "He disappeared and didn't come home tonight."

"Have you searched Mindy's house? Will Brandon sleep at the house of the boy he plays with?"

Roy took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm, "There is also the Old Captain's Tavern, he goes there occasionally."

"No one!" Fletcher shook his head, "I searched everywhere and asked everyone! Since noon, no one in the village has seen him again. Although the brat is naughty, he has never stayed out so late. ."

"Don't worry, Uncle Fletcher, think carefully about where he might go? We will accompany you to find someone!"

"Just stay at home and rest," Old Moore held down Roy's shoulders, "Susie and I went out to help!"

"Dad, don't forget what kind of work I have done this month? I have seen more blood than most people will see in a lifetime, isn't it just at night? I'm not afraid." Roy looked at the old couple with a calm gaze. He turned his face and squeezed their hands, "Believe me, I will protect myself."

Old Moore and Susie exchanged glances, sighed, and nodded.

This month they have felt the changes in their son more and more clearly. Roy is no longer weak and introverted. He has his own ideas. As long as he makes up his mind, there is no way to convince Roy with their temper and character.

Several people poured out of the yard together.

Fletcher shook his hand and said, "Thank you, kid."

Roy felt the intensity and nodded. He had seen the other party's care over the past month and naturally he would not just sit idly by.

The little slug means the world to Fletcher. How sad would he be if he lost this child?

Roy has felt the pain of losing a loved one, and he really can't bear it.

……

Every house in the village is brightly lit. Not far behind Fletcher stood one-eyed Jack, blacksmith Pusig, night watchman Thompson, and three honest male villagers, each holding a torch, some with steel swords on their waists, and some Carrying hoes and pitchforks, they were fully prepared.

"So many people? The village chief doesn't arrange for everyone to act together?" Roy was slightly disappointed.

"Alas..." One-Eyed Jack tugged at his beard and sighed, "The older I get, the more afraid I am of death. I said it's not safe in the wild at night, so I only agreed to send people to search tomorrow morning. It's not easy to gather so many people. Let's hurry up. , until tomorrow, Skellige’s salted fish will stink..."

"Boss, don't pour cold water on me!" Pusig glanced at the butcher calmly and reluctantly comforted him, "Little Brandon is probably lost outside the village. He is a very smart child. Goddess Melitelli will bless him. His."

However, everyone present understood what it meant to be missing in a sparsely populated small village surrounded by wilderness? But no one wants to tell the truth.

Roy felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly remembered his bad attitude towards Brandon that morning. Fletcher had asked him to take care of him, but as soon as it escalated, he forgot everything.

What if Brandon had an accident? You cannot escape responsibility!

"No, we must find him."

"Let's divide into two teams and look after each other... search outside the village in the east and west directions. Don't go too far. If you really don't find anything, come back quickly." The night watchman said, sending Roy and the blacksmith Pusig , One-eyed Jack, and Fletcher the Butcher were assigned to their own team, while Susie and her husband searched the west together with three villagers.

"Dad, Susie, don't worry about me. Uncle Blacksmith is taking care of me. I'm safe. You must also protect yourselves!" The two nodded when they saw that their son's equipment was better.

Following the order of the blacksmith, butcher, Roy, tavern owner, and night watchman, the five of them walked into the darkness outside the village with a torch.

No one knows what dangers lurk in the darkness. Anyway, the wilderness of Lower Posada is full of ferocious wild dogs, wolves, and other ghosts.

……

The autumn night in Aden was extremely cold, with the temperature close to zero, and Roy couldn't help but shiver.

The full moon hung high in the night sky, casting a bright light, and there were vague sounds from all around, like the chirping of insects or something else.

The golden ears of wheat swayed gently in the night breeze under the moonlight, and there were also young and tender hop flowers swaying with a faint bitter taste, but there was no response.

The crowd first searched along the farmland near Caye, shouting Brandon's name.

Although there are torches and moonlight, the field of vision is still greatly suppressed, and most people can only clearly see objects that are about ten feet away.

But this is just for ordinary people. Roy was surprised to find that his field of vision was not much worse than during the day, and he could clearly see objects even 30 feet away.

He realized that this was due to the enhanced vision caused by the 6-point perception, and he was not wrong about this.

An hour later, the five people searched all the farmland in Kaye Village and found no clues. Everyone's faces became tenser and tighter, knowing that the longer the delay, the lower the probability of finding the child.

Old Jack had been paying attention to the expressions of others, and then suddenly stopped and asked again, "It won't work if you keep searching like this. Fletcher, if you think about it again, that kid might go Where?"

The butcher squatted down in pain and held his head. "The brat often talks about going to the big city to become a bard~IndoMTL.com~, but he has never left the small rural place of Caye. He only goes fishing in the small river next to the village, but he won't go too far."

"I haven't fulfilled my promise yet and sent him to Vangerburg and Oxenfurt to have a look."

Roy on the side sighed secretly when he heard this. After a while, a thought came to his mind. He seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said that morning - let the little slug go find his mother.

"Uncle Fletcher, I have never heard you talk about Brandon's mother."

The butcher looked sad when he heard this, "Anna died of whooping cough three years ago and has been buried in..."

"Cemetery!" The butcher suddenly stood up excitedly, "Anna is buried in the cemetery to the east of the village. Do you think the brat will go there?"

"What are you waiting for?! Go to the cemetery!"

The place where the remains of the Kaye villagers are buried is about 3 miles away from the east end of the village. There is a path covered by vegetation between the two places. People held torches and ran along the road in the night.

Roy was out of breath running behind several grown men, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His physical fitness was slightly inferior to that of adults, but he couldn't let a father who was worried about his children slow down. Can grit one's teeth.

Old Jack was not feeling well either. He was much older, drank a lot of alcohol on weekdays, and his physical fitness was also weaker than ordinary people.

After rushing for about a mile, Roy's left eyelid suddenly twitched, and a warning sign rose in his heart for no reason. He couldn't help but shout, "Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few strange green lights suddenly passed through the lush and dark bushes around everyone.

No, it's a pair of pupils like will-o'-the-wisps.

Along with a noisy, suppressed and low roar, several ferocious wolf shadows blocked their way under the moonlight.