The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 1 Farmer’s Child

   "Have you heard that the old Moore kid was hit by a horse."

   "Poor boy, if I remember correctly, he is only thirteen years old this year, and I am afraid he will lie in bed for the rest of his life."

   "You are talking about the situation a few days ago. The new news is that Roy's child has woken up, but unfortunately there seems to be something wrong with his brain, and he stands in a daze in the yard all day."

  Several farmers stood on the ridge and whispered to each other. Behind them, a tall middle-aged man quietly put down his **** and clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness.

  He is the old Moore in the farmer's mouth, and he is also a low-profile mud leg. For half of my life, he has been farming in a safe place, with ordinary appearance, incompetence, and no possessions. Only at the age of 23, a woman who does not dislike him would marry him.

  The couple will have a son until they are twenty-five years old. In this world, in this era, there are more people who are parents at the age of fifteen or six. They are undoubtedly called older parents. They take great care of this child and are not willing to let him go to work on weekdays.

  Their child Roy is also obedient. He is quiet and quiet, and always has a shy smile. He is completely different from the little **** in the village who run wild all day.

   "What a well-behaved child..."

  Thinking of this, Old Moore was even more painful, and the good times did not last long. Just four days ago, a woman rode through the village and just hit the poor Roy. He passed out in a coma.

  The crappy herbalist in the village could not detect any trauma. What is even more surprising is that the child woke up naturally after being in a coma for a day, and then looked like a different person. His eyes were dull, without speaking or answering, he knew that he was staring at the sky in a daze.

  Like a fool!

   "Oh..." Old Moore was worried about his son. Seeing that it was late, he trot home with a hoe.

  The houses in the village are made of thatch and wood. They are shabby and old. It seems that a gust of wind can blow away the houses. The whole village is very small, with only about a hundred households.

The old Moore’s house is at the far west of the village. It is noon and the sun is blazing. A small figure is facing the dazzling sun in the sky, without blinking his eyes, like a puppet without a soul. .

  In the yard next to him, a peasant woman with rough skin is bending over to feed chickens.

  "What should I do if I stare at the sun and hurt my eyes? Susie! Didn't you let you look at the child? Look at what he is doing!"

  Old Moore rushed into his overgrown small courtyard anxiously, held the child by the waist and put him in front of the threshold, touched his small black head, and a trace of warmth appeared on his dry yellow face.

   "Little Roy, listen to what the old man said, don't do such stupid things in the future."

"Huh? Daddy..." Some time ago, Roy, who had awakened, ignored Old Moore. However, today, waves on his delicate face appeared, his confused eyes became clear, and his mouth mumbled. write,

   "Luo Yi... Roy... By the way, my name is Roy now."

  "Does the child speak?" The farmer brought his ear to his son's mouth in surprise.

  He finally determined that this son who had not spoken for three days and three nights had not become dumb.

   "Suzy is coming soon, my son has spoken, don't be busy feeding those animals!"

   After this exclamation, the peasant woman rushed in from the door.

  The two couples held Roy on the left and the other right, and tears burst into their eyes when he only heard him call out their names.

  And Roy took a serious look at his parents in this life-Old Moore and Susie. They have ordinary faces, wearing old clothes made of linen cloth, rough skin, and overworked and skinny figures, showing the simplicity of a country peasant all over their bodies.

  "This is my parents."

  Roy's eyes were sour, and his heart was suddenly touched, and he encircled the shoulders of the couple at the same time.

  At this time, in his mind, two completely different memories were completely fused. He is not only Luo Yi, an 18-year-old high school student from the earth of China, but also the son of a farmer in the small village of Kaye in Lower Posada on the southern border of the country called Aden in this different world.

  As Luo Yi, his parents died unexpectedly, and he has since dropped out of school at home. He has become obsessed with the virtual world of games.

  It can be called the death of both parents, no car or money, addicted to games, sooner or later belch.

  Roy, although he is the son of a low-status peasant, lives in poverty, but enjoys his long-lost family affection.

  He is both Luo Yi and Roy.

   "I play games so crazy, but to make up for the emptiness in my heart."

   "This is an opportunity God gave me to make up." Now he inherits all Roy's memories and feelings, and he naturally has a blood-connected closeness to the couple.

   "Roy, what happened to you the other day, worry about us!"

   "I... I was frightened by the horse, I remember being scared all the time, I don't know anything else..."

  "Ask what!" Old Moore shouted at his wife, and touched Roy's head lovingly, "It's fine if the child is fine, and it's fine..."

   Comforting the emotional parents, Roy started to look around the new home, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Surrounded by pitted walls, the whole house has a fireplace, an iron pot, two or three tables and chairs, and two "beds". If the floor is covered with a layer of hay and cloth, it can be called a bed. .

Before long, the woman Zhang Luo finished her lunch. A few dry and hard breads, an egg, two salted fish, and a thick stew of various vegetables such as potatoes. soup. The important thing is that there are no seasonings. In this home, wanting to eat some salt is considered a luxury.

  Roy took a bite carefully according to the weirdness in his heart, "What do you care about? It was not easy to eat this kind of natural pollution-free vegetables in the previous life."

  Maybe it was the instinct of this body. He quickly accepted the taste of the food smoothly. In addition, he hadn't eaten much in the past few days, and he was so hungry that he was hungry and gobbled up.

  Meals that are not many are rapidly dwindling.

   "Eat slowly, boy, stop choking."

  The couple on the side looked at their son with a smirk and kept adding food to him. They didn't touch the little pot of food.

  I only have a bite of dried salted fish once in a while.

  ...

  In the afternoon, after waiting for Old Moore and Susie to discuss killing a chicken at night to supplement his son's body and leave home, Roy's face turned serious.

   Yadian, who was once addicted to The Witcher 3, how could he not know?

  "One of the four northern countries, this is the world of witchers, wizards and monsters."

  In this world, in this era, bandits, monsters, diseases, and natural disasters are raging, and people's lives are so difficult.

   "Without power or right, bad luck will come when you don't know for sure."

  According to the memory of the body in his mind, it is now 1260.

If nothing else, three years later, known as the "white flames flying on the enemy's grave", the majestic and brilliant Southern Nilfgaard emperor Enhill Enris will launch the first Northern War. Although the war began in the far west of Lower Posada, the Kingdom of Sintra, who can guarantee that no deserters would flee here to cause chaos.

   And 7 years later, in 1267, the Second Northern War broke out, and Aden was not spared either.

  "What abilities do I have, and what should I do? At least I must protect Old Moore and Susie." The 13-year-old Roy has not much time to use.

   However, when he traveled to this world, he did not travel in vain. He brought a golden finger like many travellers.

  (End of this chapter)