The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 295 News of Dandrien

The place near the canal in Novigrad South is completely different from the bustling commercial district on the opposite bank. The dark and narrow alleys surround a patch of dilapidated and dense buildings. On both sides of the path, sheets and changes of laundry are dried in disorder, and the ground is pitted. Dirty water flows horizontally, and foul-smelling domestic garbage can be seen everywhere.

  This is the slum of Novigrad, where the old Moors’ house is located.

"Masters, welcome." Old Moore had drunk the potion, his physical condition was much better than before, with a healthy blush on his face, with a smile on his face, "The house is simple and there is nothing to entertain you, come in and sit casually. sit down."

"Have you forgotten? I stayed here with Serret for a while." Oakes walked in the door and lay down comfortably on the tattered leather sofa pasted to the wall in the living room, "I think the house is very Yes, at least it is more comfortable than when we sleep in the weeds with mosquitoes in the wild, and the demon hunters are not so particular."

The house is not big, the area is equivalent to the guest room of an ordinary hotel, but it is particularly empty. The furniture is counted at a glance: a dining table, chairs, a candle holder, and worn leather sofa, and a wall of vegetables and tableware is attached to the wall. She has shelves, two baskets, and even no special kitchen. In the center of the room, she just built a simple stove with rocks picked up by the river with a rusty iron pot on it.

  There are no other decorations in the whole house.

The second floor is divided into two bedrooms. The floor is laid out with linen and year-round black and yellow cotton wool. Several sets of old linen clothes are hung on the clothes rail by the window sill. The most expensive thing is one. Pair of wooden strollers.

  This pattern makes the young witcher feel familiar. It soon occurred to him that the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as those in Xia Yadian's house.

  Such a simple house can only be rented for a few crowns a month in the countryside. However, if it is replaced by a free city, even in a slum, the price has doubled.

  This money is not a big deal to the demon hunter, but it is a lot to the old Moore family, especially after being repeatedly blackmailed by the gangsters.

  In the name of purchasing food, Roy could not help but give Old Moore a sum of money, about two hundred crowns, no matter how much it was convenient. He can only think of ways to slowly improve his parents' lives in the city.

   "In the past six months, we have left a lot of letters to you, but unfortunately you have no fixed place with Master Resso. We really can't send it to you. Would you like to go upstairs with me to have a look?"

  Seeing Susie's loving face full of expectation, Roy couldn't bear to be surprised at her, so he followed the second floor.

  The remaining demon hunters chatted in the lobby on the first floor.

"Have you noticed that Roy has been out of shape since seeing his parents," Oakes said thoughtfully, gnawing on a crunchy turnip. "Poor child, is it at a loss, sad, or moved? ?"

"Family is a haven for the soul to relax, and the most precious thing in the world is to reunite with relatives after a long absence..." Serret analyzed in the tone of a philosopher, "That kid is only fifteen years old, look at it, he will wait for a while. I'm sure to cry."

   "You underestimated him," Oakes and his brother disagreed, and shook their heads, "Is the mutant demon hunter less sentimental?"

   "Ox, it is difficult for us to understand the feelings of ordinary people..." Cerrett paused. He and Ox were sent to the Viper School before they even remembered. They had never seen their relatives or even knew their names.

  Parents are just a meaningless symbol to them. "But Roy has lived the life of an ordinary person for more than ten years, and now he has reunited with his family after a long absence. Judging from the reaction of a normal person, he will definitely cry. It's just embarrassing in front of us."

   "I don't think so, dare you to bet? The bet is one hundred...twenty crowns!"

"Unexpectedly, you guy stole so much private money without telling Roy..." Serret stared at Oakes' big face, and smiled, "I agree, but I want to sit in the house, and no one will participate. !"

"Add me... I bet 20 crowns, Roy will cry." Flius said coldly, "I taught him swordsmanship for a period of time. Judging by the posture of his sword, this is a A guy with a sensitive heart and rich emotions is easily moved."

"Your Excellency, where did you get the mythology?" Cantila approached with a smile. The Zerikhan people have their own set of theories, "Tears are a manifestation of incompetence. I killed myself when I was 13 years old. The first desert spider started without tears. Roy has more dead souls than me, and he is still a man, he will never cry! I bet ten crowns."

"Enough, give me enough!" Sitting on the sofa, Reso couldn't help rubbing his temples, and said angrily, "Find out that today is a good day for Roy to reunite with his family, and you are still in the mood to watch jokes. , Bet? As a comrade-in-arms of a school, can't understand his feelings?!"

  Everyone present, only the little boy Carl was slightly at a loss and melancholy, probably thinking of his parents who were killed by the robber.

  The remaining demon hunters were indifferent to this.

   is like a group of orphans.

"Cough cough..." Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Reso touched his nose and changed his tone. "...I bet on fifty crowns. My student is not as fragile as you think. He won't cry. No one compares. I know him better!"

  ……

  A quarter of an hour later.

   "Haha Mi Nuo, smile obediently, and my brother will buy you sweets." The young witcher teased the baby in his arms and walked down the stairs grinningly.

  Having a long conversation with Aunt Susie, he simply stopped suppressing his feelings and let the flow go.

  However, halfway through, he found that it was terrifyingly quiet, and when he glanced at it, the eyes of the demon hunters downstairs were focused on him, as if they were examining the prisoner.

   "Guys, what's the matter?" Roy snarled at Resonu, who nodded inexplicably, beaming with joy, and Oakes and Cantila raised their chins triumphantly.

   "Oh..." Flius and Seret sighed, their faces as gray as death. "Roy, what on earth did you talk to your mother upstairs, so happy?" Serritt pinched his index finger and thumb. "Isn't there a little bit of sadness and touch, no urge to cry?"

   "Cry, why do you want to cry?" Roy looked weird. After a while, he seemed to understand something, and naturally confiscated the property of the "crowd gambling" of several demon hunters.

Soon after the old Moore returned home after purchasing, it was surprising that there was a beautiful lady beside him, "Roy, several masters, let me introduce you, this beautiful lady is a famous bard. , Miss Vispra, from Cowell, currently in Novigrad."

   "She lives in the small building next to our house and has written several letters for us. I think it's a rare opportunity today, so I invited her over for lunch."

"Vespra, from Cowell?" Roy looked at the plump young girl with blond hair hanging over her shoulders. The navy blue jacket and tights supported her beautiful figure, and she was decorated with colorful feathers. The red hat gave her a touch of literary and artistic temperament.

  Roy has never heard of this name, but he always feels that the other person’s dress looks very familiar. He seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can’t recognize it for a while.

  "Miss Vispra, this is my son, Roy, a demon hunter, next to his teachers, Master Reso, Oakes..." Old Moore pointed to everyone and introduced them one by one.

Roy smiled and shook hands with the other party. Her palms were as soft as boneless and flexible, but her fingertips left a layer of calluses because of frequently plucking the strings. "Ms. Vispra, I'm not here in Novigrad. For a while, thanks to your help in taking care of my family, I am really grateful, and I will be useful in the future, just say it!"

  Vespura’s beautiful eyes swept over the five demon hunters, especially on the tallest bald man with bulging muscles and unable to see his neck. He paused for a long time, and covered his small mouth in surprise.

"Master Roy, it's true. Today is the first time I have seen the Demon Hunter with my own eyes, and five of them have appeared at once..." Weispras did not conceal her curiosity. "So I always thought Uncle Moore and Aunt Susie’s child is a mercenary."

  "Are you disappointed, there is no mouth full of fangs, an extra leg or arm, nor cannibalism." Oaks interjected with a smile on his face.

"Although I have heard a lot of your legends from the travels of Kerviel, at present, those rumors are quite untrue." Weispra chuckled, "At least the Demon Hunter is more humorous than the rumors. …"

  ……

  A group of people gathered at the table and enjoyed the meal Roy cooked.

  Beef stew with potatoes, cheese pancakes, cod fish soup, marinated pork cutlets...

"My child, where did you learn the craftsmanship? It's more delicious than the chefs in the Novigrad tavern. Is it possible that the demon hunter needs to learn this technique specifically?" Susie slowly stewed a piece of soft sauce. The rotten potato, full of seven or eight kinds of unspeakable aroma, melted in his mouth, narrowed his eyes with comfort, and then turned to Reso curiously.

The bald guy who was playing against the Oaks took a halt, lifted his face from the dinner plate, cleared his throat, organized some language, "cough cough..." He felt that he couldn't say that it was because of his own squeezing that he made it out. Such an excellent cook.

  "On the one hand, Roy has a talent for cooking, and on the other hand, we are often out in the wild. Fresh food and raw materials are abundant. The two interactions have created Roy's great cooking skills!"

"I said it!" Oaks sucked a pork chop into his mouth, chirped a few times, and spit out the bare bones. You can also make a lot of money as a cook!"

   "Uh, uh..." The group of people next to them who were still immersed in their heads suddenly smashed their heads like garlic.

"I am at an average level, but I have made some small improvements with reference to the innovative dishes of the Niubao restaurant." Roy said with a rare humility, but the slightly curved corners of his mouth still exposed his little pride and complacency. .

"Master Roy, what they said is not exaggerated at all," Vesper said gracefully and calmly wiped the white fish soup at the corner of her mouth. "I have participated in the banquet of the Cowell royal family. Although the ingredients are simple and plain, you cook. But it tastes better. It's a worthwhile trip to have such a delicious meal this time."

  Half of the meal.

   "By the way, Roy," Old Moore hesitated, "The three little gangsters in the market...how did you deal with it?" When he was full, old Moore remembered the biggest hidden danger.

   "I just learned a little lesson." Resso rushed ahead and explained vaguely, "There is nothing wrong with being alive and kicking."

  Well, disability is better than death.

"As for the gang problem, we also have a solution...In any case, the two of you should not be busy with the stalls in the last few days, and stay at home. I guarantee that your food stalls will be open for at most a week. There will be gangsters to make trouble!"

  Old Moore was relieved, "How long do those masters plan to stay with Roy in Novigrad?"

   Susie listened quietly when she heard this question, and the fork with a potato in her hand stopped in front of the baby in her arms. The baby had already grown his mouth, waiting for the woman to feed, but he couldn't eat anything.

  When he grew up with slick eyes, he realized that he had been ignored.

  The little guy did not give up, sticking out his pink tongue like a puppy, and kept licking the potatoes on the fork.

  The bald man glanced at his student, "It depends on Roy's plan, but we have a lot of things to do in Novigrad, and it will take at least two months."

  "Only two months?" The old couple couldn't hide their disappointment. According to their expectations, this time the child would have to stay for half a year.

   "Yes, at least," Roy couldn't help adding, "I will take the time to stay with you as much as possible."

   "Is there something in the city? Is it a commission?" said Old Moore. "We know a lot of vendors in the market. Maybe we can help."

   "Daddy, Susie..." Roy shook his head, grinned and stuffed the potato in his hand into Xiaomin's mouth. The latter finally retracted his tongue and closed his eyes to sleep. "I'm afraid you won't be able to help," the demon hunter didn't think his parents would know the "successful" great poet Dandrien.

   "But..." The demon hunter turned his eyes to the beautiful female bard, and stopped talking.

   "What's wrong, Master Roy?"

  "Miss Vispra, you are an excellent bard, do you know Dandrien?"

  "Dandreen? Is his full name Julian Alfred Pankratz?"

  Roy's face froze, "I think there should be no other guy with the same name as him, the famous bard, Dandrien."

"Oh—" The bard made a slightly high-pitched cry with a perfect voice, and his slender eyebrows wrinkled, revealing a strange expression, "Then I happen to know him, this is an industry idol...talent. Outstanding, it's a pity..." Weis Plat paused, "Too narcissistic and fraternity, and her character is quite stubborn."

   "Why did several masters look for him?"

  The demon hunters looked at each other with a smile on their faces, “Does Ms. Vespra know his whereabouts? As far as we know, Dandrien has settled in Novigrad in recent years.”

   "It's true, but it's a pity..." Visphoria pursed her red lips, and said angrily, "I don't know... which man or woman this guy is fooling around on at the moment."

"But somebody knows." Vespa red lips took a sip of the fish soup, and slowly said, "A fanatic of poetry, in the middle of every month, he invites Dandrien to the herb hotel in Novigrad to share His creation. It happened that I attended a party."

   "Dandreen has a lot of lovers, he spends a lot of money on weekdays, and there is not much money in the package, so this kind of sponsorship opportunity is generally not let go."

   "In the middle of the day, isn't that just these two days?" The Demon Hunter thought, "Just go to the Vanilla Hotel and guard at that time."

   "Tomorrow to be exact!"

   "Who is that poetry fanatic?"

"Several people should have heard of his fame, a gang leader..." Vispra said in a melodious tone of poetry, "Cruel and ruthless, wealth is countless, generous, obsessed with elegance Romance... If I remember correctly, his nickname is Old Hawthorne and his real name is Alphonse Willy."

  Everyone was shocked, isn't it just the big brothers of the three small gangsters?

   "It's not that enemies don't gather their heads."

  Roy has more details that he hadn’t thought of before. Alphonse Wiley, Hawthorne I, an out-and-out poetry fanatic.

  Before he was killed by his own son, he even wrote Dandrien's name in his will, leaving an industrial vanilla hotel under his name to the great poet.

  This is how Dandrien changed the Vanilla Hotel into a dance hall.

   "We'll take the time to find someone for the province." Oaks turned his neck slightly excitedly, "Guys, it looks like we are going to do a big job!"

   "What does this master mean?"

   "It's just a joke. Miss Weispra, your words helped us a lot...Thank you very much, about tomorrow's poetry lovers gathering--"

"Actually, I also have a request..." Vispra's blue eyes swept across all the demon hunters present, and pleaded, "From Rydania to Aden, I have traveled to more than ten countries and wrote about various subjects. It’s a pity that the inspiration for poetry has dried up recently, and there have been no works for half a year."

"It is fortunate to be able to meet all the masters today. I suddenly had an idea, the Demon Hunter..." Weispra Qiao's face was flushed with excitement, "Why don't I write a poem about the Demon Hunter? It's a very interesting subject, and it also means innovation and a lot of inspiration... So when a few of you go out in Novigrad, can you take me with you?"

  A poem about the witcher?

  The faces of the demon hunters change, and they are speechless. They have not encountered a similar situation. Cantila is at least not as effective as an ordinary man, but Vespa?

   Bring a woman who has no power to bind a chicken to action?

  The demon hunters rejected this idea from the bottom of their hearts.

   "Roy, what do you think?"

  Roy didn’t answer, but instead looked at the female bard seriously... and then suddenly realized, "Ms. Vispra, take the liberty to ask, do you have another name?"

   "My stage name is Karenita, some people can also call me Psira."

  (End of this chapter)