The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 219 Farewell (for subscription)

  Late night.

  An abandoned farmland on the outskirts of Vizima.

  The clover bush shook suddenly, and a pair of pointed ears were dug out in the middle of "stubbing."

   Then jumped out an adult gray rabbit with a pair of black bean-like eyes looking around, confirming that there was no threat around him, then buried his head close to the clover bush, and "creaked" nibbling on the light green leaflets.

On a big banyan tree five meters away, there is a eagle-headed lion-like monster quietly crawling. It is hidden in the shadow away from the moonlight, and its body shape merges with the trunk, staring at a pair of faint eyes, locking in the prey that is eating. .

  But it did not rush to attack, waiting for the moment without moving.

  One second, two seconds, three seconds...

  At a certain moment, the hook-like claws tore the bark, and the monster vibrated its wings suddenly, flew away from the banyan tree, and swooped down from a height of five meters——

   "Hoo——Hoo——"

  A terrifying shadow passed across the dark night sky.

  In an instant, the huge body landed on the ground, and the strong airflow bends the clover clumps. The three hooks closed at the end of the right wing, like a steel cage, tightly covered the petite prey.

   "Good job, Golfing!"

   A slender figure ran out of the bushes further away. He blew a loud whistle, and the latter immediately raised his paw obediently.

  Under his paws, the poor rabbit was so frightened, his body curled up against the grass, like a faint, letting the griffon lick its whole body with its scarlet tongue. Even if it regains freedom, it does not dare to escape, and its fear of top predators is deeply embedded in its genes, making it impossible to resist.

   "Goo...oooo..."

  Gorffin's black eyes turned to the demon hunter, filled with desire for flesh and blood. Not long ago, he had eaten up two voles, but his stomach was far from full.

   "I'm a big stomach king in less than half a year!" Roy nodded.

For an instant, there was a series of "poof, poof" skin and flesh cracking in the dark night, and Golfing's sickle-like claws and sharp beaks easily tore the prey to pieces. In just one minute, the lively rabbit was dismantled. Become a pile of bones with minced meat.

   Golfing craned his neck and let out a contented "coo", lying on the grass, lazily licking the blood on his paws and feathers.

  ……

This is already the fourth day of field training. The Griffin has made significant progress in all aspects-the air taxi distance has been changed from 2 meters to 5 meters. Although the distance to continuous flight is still far away, it will never be the same as before. In that way, as soon as it flew to the sky, it fell down immediately.

  Hunting performance is even more surprising.

  The half-year life in the cage did not affect its wild nature. It perfectly inherited the predatory instinct of its parents, without any guidance, quickly approaching the most intelligent predator.

Roy witnessed the whole process. Griffons’ hunting methods are very different from regular cats because they are too conspicuous and have a large range of movements to hide in the grass and bushes. They prefer eagles and shrubs. The vulture, descending from the sky, uses the huge inertia of its body to penetrate its prey with its fangs and claws.

  Or stick to the ground, use the two almost folded hind legs and the elastic spine to jump forward and rush toward the target fiercely!

   Overwhelmed and shredded!

  Although Golfing is less than half a year old, with a fierce attack, he can instantly kill an adult. When it is bigger, it can also pose a threat to the Demon Hunter.

  And when it is an adult... There is no doubt that it will fight side by side with Roy to deal with tricky monsters.

  "Golfin..." The palm gently brushed the Griffin's back,

   "Goo...oooo..."

   "I have eaten voles and rabbits. I will change my taste tomorrow and try bigger prey, wild dogs and boars, how about?"

   "Goo!"

  The spell crystal shines with light.

  The ferocious beast disappeared, and a chubby orange cat appeared on the grass in the moonlight.

  ……

  Kalkestein’s laboratory, the exquisite crystal lamp on the ceiling spills a gentle yellow light.

The demon hunter raised his head, his high-hanging hands grasped a bottle of turbid liquid, and as he shook wildly, the transparent glass container waved out afterimages in the air, and the liquid rotated and changed color at high speed from white to black. , And then turn from black to red, reflecting a rainbow of colors.

  Finally, as the demon hunter moves away, the liquid medicine completely turns into a sea-like blue, as beautiful as a work of art.

  "This potion is perfect..." Kalkstein looked at the finished product, his eyes filled with relief, "Congratulations, you have achieved all your goals."

"It's all over? Five days, mastering three formulas...unbelievable." Roy recalled the crazy energy from morning to night these days, feeling a sense of loss, and then said gratefully, "Carl, thanks Your careful guidance, otherwise I can't learn so fast."

  The alchemy master, who is ugly and eccentric, never falsifies in fulfilling the agreement.

  The whole coaching process is dedicated, usually one or two sentences can directly point to the key.

   saves a lot of effort from the Demon Hunter.

In the    template, Alchemy lv1→lv2 was upgraded earlier than Longsword Specialization and Crossbow Specialization, which Roy had never expected.

  Maybe he does have a little talent in alchemy.

"You are diligent and talented, and you can endure hardship. If you change your elm head, even the gods won't be able to teach it." The alchemist smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin, "I teach you several recipes. It’s not that precious, it’s just a popular product...Meditation potions and energy potions are just starting points, and the rest of the formula will never be used in a lifetime."

  Meditation potion allows Roy to better communicate with the elements, and the time for a round of meditation is reduced from five hours to four hours.

  And the energy potion slightly replenishes stamina and nutrition, and there is a little...aphrodisiac effect, but anyone who gets involved with this will not worry about selling it. Roy is ready to go to Novigrad, the city of freedom, and try to run it to see if he can make some money.

  The last medicine for treating coughs and colds is basically not available to the invincible Demon Hunter.

  ……

   "I fulfilled my promise and the contract officially ended."

   "Carl..." The demon hunter said that the alchemy teaching of the other party was different from Resso's style. It was less oppressive and more comfortable. "I can come here to find you in the future?"

"You are welcome to communicate at any time." As soon as the alchemist's voice turned, he pinched his beard and said seriously, "but if you unilaterally ask for advice or further alchemy, you must pay a certain price. Equivalent exchange is the most basic principle in scientific research. ."

"clear."

   "I am not short of money, you want to continue to learn at least to bring a unique knowledge... or help me solve some troubles. But now I don't need..."

  "Then, I am looking forward to the next cooperation..."

  The demon hunter finally shook hands with the alchemist.

"Golfin, it's time to go!" On the experimental platform behind him, the griffon transformed into an orange cat was lying on the soft belly of the black cat Shandru, his face buried in the hair on its abdomen, and both paws stepped on one by one. Step on, Sandro wagged his tail, raised his claws and stroked Golfing's chubby back, and "meowed" tacitly with it.

  The master’s call made Golfing stand up reluctantly, and then slam Sandro on the head as a farewell.

   "Meow!"

"Meow meow meow!"

  The demon hunter raised Golfing and put it back on his hood. The little guy still refused to give up and showed a pair of eyes, and "gazing madly" at Sandru.

   "Okay, you won't be able to give birth to a cat... I have eaten a lot these days, and I have obviously gained weight!"

  Before he left, the alchemist’s instructions came from behind,

"Roy, I'm the last to say something. Demon hunters can't live without weapons and battles, but don't spend all their time fighting and killing, let alone a woman's belly and alcohol. You are so young, Full of potential, time should be invested in more meaningful alchemy experiments."

  "Thank you for the reminder, I also give you a piece of advice..." Roy said, "Don't provoke the lady in the lake or Princess Yada."

   "VaFaill!"

  Kalkestein watched the demon hunter go away, took out the quill and notebook, and started to record.

  " August 20, 1261,

  Is the last random thought five years or fifteen years ago?

  The regular and cumbersome experiment has not produced results that surprise me for too long. The day-to-day experiment diary makes me a little tired and slack.

  It’s not all a good thing to live too long. If I know a lot, things that make me interested become more difficult to find than rare animals. I think I have probably entered a bottleneck period in my long life, or is it just suffering from depression and neurological problems?

  The recent boring life has suddenly added a wave of waves, which greatly delayed my symptoms, which is what I want to record today.

  A strange witcher came into my sight.

  In my inherent impression of more than two hundred years, the Demon Hunters are a group of mutant barbarians who are good at dancing swords and swords, and Sungil and wild beasts and monsters, but he has changed me a little bit.

The demon hunter is not old, and he is undoubtedly a stunned boy. He acted recklessly and recklessly. At the beginning of the contact, I regarded him as cheap labor: he has an extraordinary obsession with jewelry and money, and he has an extraordinary obsession with priceless things. Knowledge is not so enthusiastic.

  Knowledge means truth. This is my lifelong pursuit, but he gave away knowledge to please a female warlock?

  Fools are not enough to describe this superficial behavior. Not surprisingly, I will never see this short-sighted creature again after the cancellation of the contract with him.

  But there are always surprises, and surprises always happen inadvertently.

  He showed me the configuration process of the potion. At that time, Old Karl just took a look and then dismissed him casually.

  But at this glance, the God of Truth is above! The demon hunter moves faster and more accurate than magic! It was simply a humanoid alchemy machine, so I couldn't find any substandard moves.

  How did his witch hunter mentor fool such a talented young man? Go to hell, the accidental law of shit!

  Should the alchemist also establish a law of accidents to deceive talented children?

  He has more than that. His learning speed is quite amazing, and he was able to master a medicine formula in just one day. I think even when I was still studying in Ben Ade, I lacked his talent.

  Out of jealousy, I don’t deny this. So most of the recipes I taught him are fools.

  But Old Carl still had some expectations. If he continues to study alchemy, his future achievements will not be low.

  Alas, he is a demon hunter! "

  (End of this chapter)