The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Unexpected visitors

Seeing Leisuo, the super bodyguard, follow the woman upstairs, Roy didn't dare to win money as unscrupulously as before. He had also learned to be smart. He deliberately lost two after winning a few, so as not to let others lose. His eyes were red, and he had the illusion that he didn't win much.

In fact, he won not a lot at all, winning 20 crowns in less than an hour.

The key is that no one can discover his secret.

But what Roy never expected was that a middle-aged man in his thirties would be even more shameless than him, cheating under his nose.

With his perception of over 7, he is naturally aware of the middle-aged man's method of secretly changing cards. In short, it is ridiculously clumsy.

But he did not speak out immediately. Now that Leisuo is gone, he is weak. If he angers a local snake, wouldn't it mean that he will disturb Leisuo's **** dream.

“Kid, I see you’ve won a lot, let’s treat you two to a drink.”

Seeing this, the disheveled mustachioed man became more and more aggressive. He directly extended his hand to Roy's money and took away ten crowns with one hand.

Roy looked at the other person blankly, and received a look of contempt.

The mustached mustache suddenly became confused, thinking that he had good luck today and met a little fat sheep, "He is indeed a timid little kid, look at me if I don't make a good profit this time!"

He reached out his hand again, this time not for money, but for cards, the coveted Skellige deck.

Everyone present had different expressions, but no one was complaining.

"Poor little brother, you are now being targeted by the Sparrow Gang!"

"You shouldn't stay alone in the tavern, go find that witcher."

There was a loud "bang", and everyone present felt their eyes dazzled, but they saw a dagger with dried blood stuck directly on the Gwent chess card, and the mustache touched the palm of the card between two fingers. between.

It almost hit his palm.

"Huh..." The mustached man retracted his hand as if he had been stung by a bee. His face was pale and he was very frightened.

"Where...where did this dagger come from? Why didn't I notice it?" He realized that he had lost his temper. A majestic man was actually frightened by a half-year-old boy with tiny arms and legs. He suddenly became angry and said, "You little bastard, do you know who I am? Are you tired of living if you dare to provoke the Sparrow Gang?"

Roy ignored him, lightly touched the chessboard with his left hand, and a pile of crowns disappeared in front of everyone. Then he pulled out the dagger and put it in front of his face, and blew gently.

After killing a few people outside the city, his mentality changed slightly. He had killed animals, people, and monsters. The tough-looking guy in front of him looked inexplicably funny and ridiculous.

"Sorry..." Roy said with a smile, "I follow the master demon hunter all year round, and I often encounter wild dogs, water ghosts, and ghouls. I am used to carrying weapons with me. Just in case."

"After all, if you encounter those things, don't cut off their heads..." At this point, Roy squinted and looked at the mustache, a childish face with the ferocity of an adult, appearing Somewhat weird.

"I will die!"

The mustache's heart thumped, and he rubbed his red eyes. Just now, he saw a bunch of bright red tentacles as thick as blood suddenly appear on the child in front of him, and they grabbed him...

When he calmed down and looked again, the **** illusion disappeared without a trace, but his heart felt chilly, feeling that this kid was extremely evil.

"Okay, you are brave enough. I didn't bring a weapon today, so I'll let you go! But be careful when you go out."

"The Sparrow Gang will take good care of you." He dropped the harsh words and backed away quickly. He was about to exit the tavern door when he suddenly felt a chill in his hair and a cold object rubbed against his head.

He reached out and touched a bare patch, but a handful of hair was missing.

"Hiss..."

When he turned around, the dagger that almost cut off his fingers was inserted into the wall behind him, and the handle was still trembling.

"Leave me sixteen crowns."

Roy's cold voice sounded.

After Mustache Hu left the money and ran away in despair, everyone present lost interest in continuing to play cards. They seemed to be afraid that the Sparrow Gang would come to retaliate and cause trouble, so they dispersed in just a few moments.

Roy rubbed his numb arms and put away the dagger. He had used all his strength to throw the knife just now and almost lost control. .

"It was so dangerous, I almost shot that **** in the head. Then we would be in trouble."

He felt the side effects of the unbalanced development of his physical fitness. If he had been more agile and had better physical coordination just now, the dagger would not have caused such a mess.

The tavern owner looked at Roy with his head down and was stunned. He thought he was scared and seriously advised him, "Little brother, please leave quickly. No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat a group of people."

"Don't worry about this." A strong and rude voice sounded, and at the same time Roy heard heavy footsteps behind him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself." A dwarf wearing a round cake headdress, an open-breasted shawl, a top that went down to the knees, and stockings and pointed shoes came to Roy.

Yes, a real dwarf.

Roy's eyes widened. This was the first time he saw an inhuman race, or an ancient race, in this different world.

The dwarf in front of him has thick black eyes, a short and fat figure with a big belly, and a thick brown beard hanging down to his waist. It can be seen that he is an adult dwarf over fifty-five years old.

His height is less than Wu Chi (1.5 meters) and even half a head shorter than Roy. However, he is already considered tall among the entire dwarf race.

"I, Xavier Hogg, am a fine wine merchant who settled in Edsberg."

"Hello Mr. Sewell, I am Roy, let me guess..." Roy rolled his eyes, "You are not here to find me."

Sewell had a shy belly, and when he spoke, he seemed to have deliberately lowered his voice, filled with a rock-like roughness and hardness, "You are right, I received news that a demon hunter has entered Edsberg... So I came here this time to ask the master for something. Now please allow me to take the liberty of asking, what school does that demon hunter belong to? Of course, no matter what, I will do it for you. Get rid of that disgusting **** from the Sparrow Gang."

"Don't worry, he is not from the Cat School." Roy was already a little unable to complain about how hateful the Cat School was.

The dwarf was visibly relieved when he heard this, "That's good. I won't disturb you two for the rest of the day. I'll visit again tomorrow morning."

"I will take care of that little **** for you to show my sincerity. Gro, all the consumption of the two guests today will be charged to my account!"

After Sewell told the tavern owner, he turned around and left without any delay.

Roy looked at his back, his eyes darkened, and then quickly returned to normal.

This Sevier Hogg is actually 70 years old, and you can’t tell from his appearance at all. The dwarves are indeed a long-lived race as rumored ~IndoMTL.com~ His attributes are not surprising.

But Roy observed three interesting abilities in him.

Tenacity (passive solidification): Dwarves have a long lifespan and strong vitality. Adult dwarves have 20 more health points than humans.

Strong (passive solidification): Dwarves are known for their skillful use of weapons with both hands and sufficient physical strength. Adult dwarves are born with 1 point more strength and physique than humans.

Short and fat (passive solidification): The short stature and big belly make dwarves move slower than normal humans. Likewise, their appearance is not favored by the opposite **** of other races, and they may even be disgusted. Agility -1, Charisma -1.

Roy felt that these three skills could be called racial talents. He then wondered, since dwarves have racial talents, why don't humans?

No, humans have racial talents, Roy thought. Otherwise, the long-lived and strong dwarves and elves would not have been forced into a corner by the tide of humans.

At this time, the voice of the tavern owner Gro interrupted his thinking. "Little brother, you are lucky. Mr. Sewell is here to check the wine bill today. Since he has intervened in this matter, you don't have to worry about the Sparrow Gang anymore."

"Isn't he just a wine merchant? The local gang also wants to give him face?" Roy asked curiously,

"The local wine is basically monopolized by the dwarves. After all, they are an ancient race famous for their brewing and forging craftsmanship. As the nephew of the Mahakam dwarf elder Brovar Hogg, Mr. Sevier is responsible for managing the entire If you want to continue to make a living in Edsburger's liquor business, the Sparrow Gang must give him face."

"So what's bothering him?"

"Mr. Sewell..." Grot sighed, "He has been suffering from nightmares for several months. He probably thinks something dirty is at work."