The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 13 Persuasion

   Resso pulled out the sharp dagger, and skillfully divided it on the corpse of the grave witch, the technique was no worse than that of the butcher who handled the livestock.

  Eyeballs, ears, and unknown meatballs were all neatly placed on the flat blue cloth, and from the monster’s abdomen, he took out several fist-sized twisted blocks and put them upside down in his hands.

   "Good luck, this tomb witch has a certain age, and the mutant is just used to supplement the decoction."

  "Master, what are these things?"

  Resso couldn't help but glanced at Roy. The boy calmly made up for the dying tomb witch, facing the **** scene of the demon hunter breaking down the spoils.

   is really an anomaly!

  For another person, even if it is an adult, it should have been vomiting a long time ago.

  His courage and courage caused a ripple in the Demon Hunter's heart.

   "Is a good seed."

   Resso pointed to the segmented object and began to patiently explain each name and purpose to Roy, while the latter also listened quietly, frowning occasionally to reveal the color of thought.

   "By the way, Roy, who is in your family?" Reso asked casually.

   "I live with my father and mother."

  Resso was a little disappointed when he heard the words, he couldn't help speeding up and quickly dealt with the valuable things in the tomb witch.

  About an hour later, when the alchemy gas in the tomb completely dissipated, everyone entered the home that once belonged to the tomb guard.

  The original normal human room has been transformed by monsters beyond recognition. There is dirty clay everywhere, and the space appears damp and dark. Pots, pots and weird utensils can be seen everywhere, it seems that the tomb witch was refining something during his lifetime. There are still some tragic bone decorations of humans and small animals on the surrounding clay walls.

   looks gloomy, scary and bloody.

  When Roy looked at the innermost wall, he suddenly speeded up and rushed over.

   "Brandon..." Or the little fat man who used to have a runny nose and love to pester him, only a rotting corpse was passed through by a dark wooden stick, like a hanging flag.

  His skinny, shriveled face and his eyes were removed, revealing two dark cavities, and his mouth was slightly open to vaguely see the extreme fear before birth.

  Roy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and carefully removed his bones, and hugged him in his arms without disdain, as if he hadn't smelled the pungent smell of rotten moldy.

   "Sorry... If I gave you more patience..."

  At this time, he felt a big warm hand on his shoulder,

   "Sorry, you have already avenged them." The witcher comforted people uncharacteristically.

  Not long after, Roy buried the corpses of the blacksmith, butcher, father and son, and wrote the tombstone with the help of the demon hunter.

  Originally, he wanted to find the grave of the butcher’s deceased wife and re-bury the family of three together. Unfortunately, the cemetery was severely damaged by the witch, so he could not find it, so he could only bury the butcher and his son together.

  Pusig

  Kaye Blacksmith, son of Skelliger

  Verified his courage between life and death

   Died in September 1260, in a heroic fight with the tomb witch

  The following are two epitaphs on one tablet

  Fletcher

  Kaye Butcher

  The great love can't be said.

  Brandon

  Friends of the Rooster Killer, future bard star and magic master

   will shine in the kingdom of the goddess

   died in September 1260.

  ...

  Cleared the cemetery, Roy followed the witcher back to the village, and the old couple cried around and checked.

  The witcher showed the hideous witch's skull to all the villagers, and then received rewards from the village chief and the one-eyed Jack.

  At this moment, the riot caused by the monster finally came to an end. But everything is not over.

  The villagers were surprised to find that the three demon hunters did not leave immediately after receiving the bounty, but rented a room in the tavern to stay temporarily.

  Without the threat of the cemetery witch, the villagers' condition became very strange again, and they began to point to the witcher, slanderous, and very disgusted...

   "The monster has been killed, and the bounty has been given. Why are these three mutants still not leaving?"

   "Look at them, they don't look like good people. This is not the village chief. You have to find a way to send them away early! Let them stay at most for one night!"

  "Families with children should be careful! Don't sleep tonight or tomorrow night until they leave. I heard that witchers like to steal children and train to be disgusting mutants!"

Roy listened to the stupid and prejudiced remarks made by a group of villagers. He shook his head in disdain, then left the crowd and ran to the tavern. It happened that the three witch hunters were drinking and chatting with One-eyed Jack in full swing, or said One-eyed Jack was vigorously advocating. His quintessential skills.

  This old captain, who has been in Skellig for decades, does not have most of the villagers in Kaye Village, the kind of superstitious idea that rejects the demon hunter for no reason.

   "That stinky guy Roy didn't know if he started to practice Gwent cards from his mother's womb, and earned sixty crowns from the old Jack in a row."

   "It just so happens that all the well-informed masters are here. Old Jack can ask you to help me and teach this stinky kid for me!"

  ...

  One hour later, Reso's unchanging poker face twitched, and took out a handful of gold crowns from his purse.

   "Well, 15 crowns, the commission fee goes to one-tenth."

"Okay, kid, you have won enough money, let's talk about business. You are not afraid of us at all, and you take the initiative to come and talk to us, what's the matter? Interested in the story of the Demon Hunter? Which version would you like to hear? "Resso exchanged glances with his two companions, and sat around the boy's table together, staring at him with piercing eyes.

  It is like an interrogation.

Roy’s heart jumped, but he didn’t hide his thoughts, smiled, and said bluntly, “You can see it? I do have some ideas... As far as I know, you have a long life span and a healthy body. I'm sick, and have powers that ordinary people can't imagine..."

  As a former player, who doesn’t have a dream of a witcher? He still remembers the motto of the witcher: I want a horse that is as dark as night and fast as a wind; I want a sword that is as bright as moonlight; I want to ride my dark horse at night; I want to kill all evil with the sword in my hand.

  Crossing once, this is also one of his desires.

"Wait... If I heard you right, you are envious of'mutants'? I have to confirm it again," Serret suddenly interrupted, and his amber eyes looked him up and down, "Roy, yours Isn’t the true age thirty?"

"Who is propagating this fallacy with you! The group of'mutants' are very powerful, they will not get sick and live long, they are enviable!?" Serret suddenly sneered, rolled his eyes, and took a sip Liquor, the whole person went crazy, "I tell you, the identity of a witcher is a curse, a kind of bad luck that can never be escaped, you should not envy us. I also envy this carefree life in the country. , Will not be inexplicably hated and hated, and will not be on the way to death and escape every time you open your eyes!"

Roy's face became stiff, and he moved his upper body back a little. He was not used to Serret's grumpy temper, sharp speech, and rich facial expressions. This guy was nothing like a seventy or eighty-year-old man, but Hejie Lot's good friend Lambert looks a lot like him.

  Reso and Oaks put their hands around their chests, like a gourd, allowing their companions to speak.

"Your kid looks pretty pleasing to the eye, I would kindly advise you... Stay in the country, don't always think about taking risks, killing monsters, there won't always be people in front of you, helping you chop off the limbs and leave your head. Let you be the last one." Serret took another sip, "After two years, when you marry a daughter-in-law and have a child, you will know that I am for your own good."

  This guy thought he killed the crypt witch just to satisfy the teenager's adventurous psychology?

   "Serritt is right," Resso said, with some regrets in his tone, "If you just envy the superior skill of the demon hunter and are interested in monsters, there is no need to continue the next conversation."

  "On this road, there is definitely more pain than happiness. You still have your relatives, stay alive, and be an ordinary person. This is my advice to you."

  "But you can at least protect yourself..." Roy retorted unwillingly. Compared with the previous path of cautiously learning experience, now, a more professional, comprehensive, and efficient path of power lies in front of him.

  He tried hard to hold it in his palm.

   And he could feel that the three demon hunters were also hesitating.

   "If you have more power than ordinary people. At least it will not be like my friends and teachers...being preyed by that offal...not even a whole corpse."

"You think too much...As a senior witcher, I can tell you clearly," the third witcher Oaks took a sip of beer and showed a hearty smile, "unless the celestial sphere meets again and a large number of monsters flood in. Come. Otherwise, the total number of monsters in this world will continue to decrease. They can't always find trouble in Kaye Village. After this time, the village can be peaceful for many years, so there is no need to worry."

   "It is not only monsters that can threaten lives, but also people, diseases and wars."

  Roy's words made the Demon Hunter suddenly silent.

After a while, Cerrett sneered again, "What a weird kid, what is in his mind? You are not thirteen years old at all, and your performance at the cemetery is not at all. Are you Have delusions of persecution?"

   "I have never seen such an idiot as you leaned forward!"

   "I'm relatively early." Roy poured dwarf spirits into his brain, and his courage grew stronger.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have been able to dream a lot of terrible things since I was a child... **** and ominous encounters, especially in recent years, dreams have become more frequent?" Roy paused, "I have a hunch, up to three years This world will be messed up, and life will be disgraced. Before that, let me at least learn something useful? I think the Demon Hunter is a good teacher."

   "Come on, kid!" Seret was full of disdain. "Don't make up stories to coax us and dream. Do you think you are a prophet?"

   "I knew you didn't believe me." Roy shook his head and sighed, but he did not lie. Three years later, in 1263, the first Northern War was about to begin.

  Maybe the curtain of war has been slowly opened.

"I just want to be a little stronger. Even without your superb skills, I must at least be able to protect the people I care about... Send old Moore and Susie to Novigrad, where they can live a safer and more comfortable life. Life…"

   Reso's thick fingers tapped on the wine table, "I'm afraid you don't know what you need to go through to become a witcher."

   "The death rate of the trial of grass is as high as 70%, and I know the defect of infertility."

  Resso was startled when he heard the words, and the faces of the two demon hunters also became very exciting, "How can you be clear about this kind of thing? Have you seen other demon hunters?"

   "I said I dreamed of dreams, do you believe it?"

  "Stop the bullshit! But we probably understand your attitude." Resso said solemnly, "Boy, now, I'll give you a chance to think about it again."

   "No need, I have already considered it seriously." What Roy thought in his heart was that learning from the Demon Hunter will not become a 100% Demon Hunter in the future.

  But this alternative is also great.

  Reso looked at the two companions, they nodded at him, and then stretched out their thick palms towards Roy, "Tomorrow we are leaving Kaye Village, kid, are you willing to go with us?"

  Roy held a hand the size of a fan of Resso, but deliberately hesitated for a long time.

   "It's not working right now, I must save enough money to settle my parents." Resso interrupted him with a wave of his hand and gave the answer he wanted.

"If you can trust the Demon Hunter, Cerrett and Oakes will **** the old Moores to the place you just mentioned, Novigrad, just right, they will also go there to do something. There is one thing you said right. , Novi Grib is safer than Kaye Village."

"How do you look like this?" Now that he has accepted the result, Seret's attitude is completely different from before. He pinched the viper pendant on his chest with one hand, and said seriously, "Ox and I are old in Novigrad. The Moores arranged a food stall to do business and ensured that they would stabilize there. Our two brothers can use the reputation of the Viper Academy to guarantee you."

   "That couldn't be better."

  Roy carefully observed the expressions of the two demon hunters, and he was relieved. This was the best result he could achieve.

   "You need to spend a lot of money to help me this way."

Resso shrugged nonchalantly, "For the Viper School, wealth is far less important than a qualified apprentice. And I don’t hide it from you, the school has not been replenished with fresh blood for 20 years...Any accidental laws are all. It's malfunctioning. Your performance in the face of the grave witch is very spiritual..."

   "An unprecedented child who actively approached the Demon Hunter. If you have such a firm idea, you probably have a higher chance of passing the Trial of Green Grass?"

   "Although you are a little older, it is better to have something than nothing."

  (End of this chapter)