The Divine Hunter Chapter 8: Meet the moon of reincarnation

After Dandelion finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue became extremely strange. Oaks's eyes widened with envy beyond words.

Pucilla curled her lips, her expression full of disgust and disgust.

When Roy saw this, he mourned for the bard in his heart for half a minute.

This guy showed his true colors in front of Pucilla, can he still get together with her in the future?

"I read that right, Master Dandelion, you are indeed a master of picking up girls and a prodigal in love..." Oakes winked at the poet,

"Um..." Dandelion saw the witcher's expression softening and defended with a sigh of relief, "It is the nature of a poet to pursue inspiration, and all beautiful things can provide inspiration, including beauties, so I just devote myself to art. …”

"Well, whether your original intention is for art or to love the world, first tell me the addresses of the six beauties, Master Dandelion."

"I have a condition..." The bard gritted his teeth and said with great pressure from the demon hunter, "The masters must first promise me that they will not use illegal interrogation methods against those six beauties! ”

As a close friend of Geralt, the poet is naturally aware of the magical torture methods of the witcher, "Although I only had one-night love with some of them, I don't want to involve them in suffering!"

"You still have some conscience," Pucilla said sarcastically from the side, and the three demon hunters readily agreed.

"Let's do this, ask them out when the time comes," Roy said in a low voice, paying attention to the movement around him, "We will sneak into the house quietly and search for the map."

The bard thought for a while and finally nodded.

His six old sweethearts include two barmaids who work in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and the Kingfisher Tavern respectively, a married woman of a minor nobleman, a tailor, a still-charming madam of a brothel, and even There is also a believer in the eternal fire.

His tastes are also diverse, including humans, mixed elves, beautiful girls, and mature women.

Roy looked at the bard for a long time, making the latter feel uncomfortable, "You are so lucky!" He is more popular with women than Geralt, the humanoid self-propelled pile driver, and he suspects that Dandelion is the one in this world. The protagonist of Destiny.

The young demon hunter asked himself, and then shook his head. Not everyone has the ability to fall in love with each other and deal with the chattering of a bunch of women at the same time.

"There are no plowed fields, only exhausted oxen. Take care of yourself, Master Dandelion." Oakes patted the poet on the shoulder sincerely. The latter was not ashamed, but secretly proud, "Then No matter what the master, there are always men who are born with strong needs and outstanding abilities, who enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by 'flowers and butterflies', and I happen to be one of them."

"You are very confident if you dare to show off your ability in front of the demon hunter..."

"No, no, compared to several masters, I may be slightly inferior. After all, I have not passed the grass test, and the organ is still within the scope of a normal person." He said modestly, and asked shamelessly, "Our plan Is it decided? When will we start taking action? In addition, we have asked several masters to donate generously to impress the beauties for the date, but it will cost a lot of money to prepare..."

The three demon hunters opened their mouths, inexplicably feeling as if they were being tricked.

Pucilla covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I'm also curious about what the masters just talked about with Mr. Butler." Dandelion couldn't think of anything that a high-ranking gangster could talk about with a demon hunter.

"Boggart wanted to entrust us, but we refused."

……

Everyone left the Vanilla Hotel.

Two hours later.

The bard wearing a feather hat was in the middle, walking arrogantly, and winked at a young **** the street with pigtails hanging down to her buttocks. The latter immediately ran away covering her pretty red face.

Three witcher bodyguards also guarded him on both sides.

Then there was a young demon hunter with calm, thoughtful eyes.

A beautiful lady with blond hair and blue eyes followed behind her, watching the backs of the three demon hunters intently. She also held a pen and a roll of paper in her hand, walking slowly and writing non-stop. .

""Snake Hunting"

Hair like the wings of a raven, like the moonlight at night

Dark golden eyes sleep with lightning

His expression is like a pendant around his neck, hard as steel, cold as iron, sharper than diamond, cutting the enemy's arteries..."

……

"I have to remind you, Master Dandelion, don't be so arrogant just relying on our protection, restrain yourself."

In just two hours, several people searched the rooms of the two bartenders in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and the Kingfisher Tavern, as well as the "Passionflower" madam. It's a pity that the things are not at their place.

As for the process, the bard probably used the witcher's money to invite the target to another room to have dinner, chat and have fun.

It takes no more than ten minutes to complete each time. During this period, you have to ask about the map, which leaves even less time for actual combat. Quite the opposite of what he said about his talent.

Roy was very suspicious of how the bard managed to seduce the Duchess of Toussaint.

Relying on his sharp teeth and smooth tongue?

"Don't worry," the poet laughed dryly, "I feel like I'm getting close to my goal."

Soon, everyone came outside the pink-painted house, hid in the alley, and stared dumbfoundedly at an angry-faced elf cross-dresser standing on the balcony, repeating a paragraph without repeating a single word from beginning to end. He cursed the poet with curse words for a full ten minutes.

After calming down, he took Dandelion, who was like a quail, and walked away.

The witcher took the opportunity to sneak in.

However, I couldn't find the map, but I found a whole room full of new clothes: lawyer uniforms, princess dresses, ladies' outfits... all kinds of uniforms, it's amazing.

And they are all for women.

"I never knew this guy had such strong tastes..." Pucilla's pretty face changed color.

"Are all artists so open-minded?" Roy admitted that bards have a good taste in women. Whether it is the two barmaids or the madam, they are all plump and hot types, but for men...

What the **** is a man?

"Oakes, what are you doing stealing someone's short skirt? Where is it hidden?" Serrit seemed to have discovered something extraordinary and shouted out in broad daylight.

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!" Oakes covered his brother's mouth angrily. Faced with Roy and Priscilla's strange eyes, he smiled and dropped the skirt on the ground, "I think this The skirt doesn’t match the style of the clothes underneath, so do him a favor...Don’t believe me? Oh, what are you looking at? Am I that kind of person?"

Roy picked up the skirt with a half-smile, "Oakes, I'll put this thing away for you first, maybe you will need it in the future!"

For example, when you are drunk.

Roy added in his mind.

This time the date lasted longer. The first person to return to the pink house was the tailor Ariel. He looked as if he had been moisturized by the rain, his face rosy and radiant.

Dandelion appeared after a long while behind him. His face was sickly pale, his steps were sloppy, and his whole body was sweating.

"Sir Dandelion, do you want to take care of yourself and take a rest?"

"No need!" A trace of paranoia shot out of the bard's swollen eyes, and his trembling fingers grasped the witcher's shoulders.

In fact, he didn't do anything. He just kept scratching his stomach and racking his brains to think of poems to praise Ariel.

Praising people is a technical job, especially if it takes a long time.

"I must find the map today, otherwise wouldn't I be letting down everyone's sponsorship?"

The demon hunter nodded, slightly acknowledging this flirtatious and crooked poet.

The next target of the crowd is the female believer of the Eternal Fire, who lives in the residential area near the bridge pier leading to Temple Island in the north of Novigrad.

They ran into a little trouble walking through an alley.

Eight people wearing black clothes and fur hats suddenly walked out of the alley. They walked directly towards a few people, but they did not get too close. Instead, they lined up to guard the entrance of the alley. They were holding strange ring-shaped objects that looked like ropes. The three demon hunters looked around and moved their shoulders.

They sensed vigilance and restrained hostility in the eyes of the man in black.

Dandelion groaned.

"Masters, please calm down, they are temple guards," the bard whispered uncertainly, "They should be doing routine inspections. After all, they are a little bit different."

Temple guards, guardians of the eternal fire?

Roy glanced at the thing in the man in black's hand again. It was not an ordinary whip as he initially thought, but a special Lamia whip.

"Dear Chapelle..."

The man named Chapelle stopped and looked at them carefully. Roy found that his unusually cold eyes reflected a metallic color, his forehead was abnormally covered with sweat, and there were mottled red spots on his cheeks.

"The talented Mr. Dandelion and Ms. Pucilla..." He glanced at the pendant around the witcher's neck and said loudly, "There are also three representatives of the witchers from the Snake Faction. You are going to the temple. Island? Are you going to pray to the eternal fire?"

"Well, that's not the case..." Dandelion wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm going to meet a female friend."

Chapelle raised his chin towards the three demon hunters, but the demon hunters did not answer.

"These three snake sect masters are my hired bodyguards," the bard rolled his eyes and continued, "Your Excellency, you must have heard that there are always some people in Novigrad who are jealous of my handsomeness and slander me. I seduced their female relatives, for the sake of personal safety and to avoid being murdered by some jealous and irrational guys...so I hired three masters."

"Is that so?"

The witcher nodded silently.

"I can testify, Lord Chapelle..." Pucilla said softly, "The three masters are indeed bodyguards hired by Dandelion."

"In that case." Chapelle glanced at the three demon hunters again with suspicious eyes, "A few of them can travel unimpeded in Novigrad. But I have some words of advice for the masters of the Snake Faction."

"I know that some cities do not have the sacred protection of the eternal fire, and messy monsters are born, but these things do not exist in Novigrad. I hope that the masters can use your weapons and seals carefully and do not use them Target the good citizens of Novigrad and the believers of the Eternal Fire."

"Of course..." Roy nodded with an expression on his face. The gang members were definitely not good people.

"A witcher is not a butcher, and your worries are unnecessary."

"The most important point," Chapelle emphasized, "I heard that witchers have no faith, and I respect that, but I hope that they can also respect the eternal fire and never make any blasphemy. For its actions, anyone who dares to blaspheme God will be burned on the stake with my own hands. In Novigrad, everyone is equal before the law. Anyone who blasphemes the eternal fire will perish in the flames, and his assets will also be destroyed. Confiscation! I have said enough, you must remember this advice."

"The eternal fire watches all living beings."

Chapelle drew a circle on his chest, stared at them for a while, then turned around and walked through the alley, with guards holding Lamia whips forming a line behind him. , disappear quickly.

"Oh my God!" Dandelion exclaimed in relief as he watched them leave.

Pucilla also had an obviously relaxed look on her face.

"Who is Chapelle? How can he know us if you are so scared?"

"That's the security officer. Novigrad's intelligence agency is affiliated with the church. He is not a priest, but he is the highest-ranking official. He is the most powerful and dangerous person in the city."

“Everyone, including the city council and major guilds, will shudder when facing him. He has a lot of misdeeds, including many disappearances without leaving a trace, torture, masked killers, intimidation, extortion, and theft~IndoMTL.com ~It’s all related to him. Fortunately, Demon Hunter, he let you go so easily!"

"That's right, masters, you'd better take a detour immediately when you see Chapelle in the future, especially if you are mixed up with the Willy Gang, don't let him catch you." Pucilla's eyes were full of beauty. Be afraid, "otherwise he will have countless ways to keep you in Novigrad forever."

The witcher nodded, keeping this guy in mind.

……

About a quarter of an hour later, Dandelion saw the female believer of the eternal fire, a delicate and shy little girl with freckles on her face.

Surprisingly, without waiting for the witcher to search, the girl automatically handed over the map that the poet had left in her house.

The witcher got his wish.

But as expected, the map was not detailed. It simply depicted the Kaedwen border, an area at the foot of the Blue Mountains, without the specific location of Kaer Morhen.

The Wolf Faction has a secret plan and will send people to pick them up at that location within the month of reincarnation.