The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 7 Missing

  In the wee hours of the morning, Roy was sleeping in the warm bed, dreaming that after singled out the griffon, the high vampire, and the shadow elder, a mirror merchant with a hooked nose and a dying head appeared in front of him.

  Suddenly, he was awakened by a sudden bang on the door.

   "Suzy, Old Moore, in a hurry, open the door!" Roy was struggling to get up in a cold sweat, and saw his parents standing at the door holding a candle. The burly butcher opposite was looking terrified and explained in a trembling voice.

   As soon as the night breeze poured in from outside the door, he was completely awake from the state of confusion.

  What made the swearing butcher so gaffe? An answer flashed through Roy's mind.

   "Uncle Fletcher, is there something wrong with Brandon?" He put on his thin linen shirt and walked over to the old couple.

  Under the fire, the butcher’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and the whole person was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and haggard.

   "That stinky boy..." Fletcher lowered his head, his hand holding the torch and his beard trembling slightly, "He is missing and didn't go home tonight."

  "Have you found Mindy's house? Will Brandon sleep at the boy's house where he plays together?"

  Roy took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm, "There is also the old captain's tavern, he also occasionally goes."

   "No one!" Fletcher shook his head. "I searched and asked everyone! Since noon, no one in the village saw him again. Although naughty boy, he never stayed outside so late."

  "Don’t worry, Uncle Fletcher, think about where he might go? Let’s find someone with you!"

   "You give me a rest at home," Old Moore pressed Roy's shoulder, "I and Susie go out to help!"

"Father, don't forget what work I did this month? I see more blood than most people have seen in a lifetime, isn't it at night? I'm not afraid." Roy's calm gaze was on the faces of the old couple. Turning, squeezed their hands, "Trust me, I will protect myself."

  Old Moore and Susie exchanged glances, sighed, and nodded.

  This month, they feel more and more clearly the changes in their son. Roy is no longer weak and introverted. He has his own ideas. As long as he makes up his mind, they cannot convince Roy with their temper and character.

  A few people rushed out of the yard together.

  Fletcher shook his hand. "Thank you, boy."

  Roy felt the strength and nodded. He has been watching the other party's care for a month, and naturally he will not sit idly by.

  The slug is the whole world to Fletcher. How sad would he be to lose this child?

  Roy felt the pain of losing a loved one, and he couldn't bear it.

  ...

Every household in the village was brightly lit. Not far behind Fletcher stood Jack the One-eyed, Blacksmith Pushig, Night Watchman Thompson, and three honest male villagers, each with a torch, some with steel swords on their waists, and some carrying them. Hoes and pitchforks are fully prepared.

   "So few people? The village chief doesn't arrange for everyone to act together?" Roy was slightly disappointed.

"Oh..." One-eyed Jack grabbed his beard and sighed. "The older you are, the more you are afraid of death. If you say that the field is unsafe at night, I only agree to send someone to search tomorrow morning. It is not easy to get so many people together. Let's hurry up and wait until tomorrow. Skelliger’s salted fish must stinks..."

"Boss, don't pour cold water!" Pusig glanced at the butcher calmly and reluctantly said, "Little Brandon is probably lost outside the village, a very clever child, and the goddess Meritelli will bless him. "

  However, everyone present knew what it meant to be missing in a sparsely populated small village surrounded by wilderness? But no one wants to tell the truth.

There was a chill in Roy's heart, and he suddenly remembered his bad attitude towards Brandon in the morning.

  What if an accident happens to Brandon? I can't get rid of responsibility!

   "No, you must find him."

"We are divided into two teams, taking care of each other...Search in both east and west directions outside the village. Don't go too far. If you really don't find it, come back quickly." Butcher Fletcher was assigned to his team, and Susie and the three villagers searched the west together.

   "Daddy, Susie, don't worry about me. I have the uncle blacksmith to take care of me. I am safe. You have to protect yourself!" The two nodded when they saw their son's equipment is better.

  In the order of blacksmith, butcher, Roy, tavernkeeper, and night watchman, five people stepped into the darkness outside the village with a torch.

  No one knows what dangers are lurking in the dark. Anyway, in the wilderness of Posada, there is no shortage of ferocious wild dogs, wolves, and other ghosts.

  ...

  Adian autumn night is extremely cold, the temperature is close to zero, Roy can't help but shiver.

  The full moon hung high in the night sky, shed a bright light, and some strange sounds were faintly heard around, such as insects, or other things.

  The golden wheat ears under the moonlight swayed gently with the night wind, and there were also tender hops swaying with a faint bitter taste, but there was no response.

  Everyone first searched along the farmland near Kaye, and kept calling Blandon’s name.

  Although there are torches and moonlight, the field of vision is still greatly suppressed, and most people can only see clearly about objects in the vicinity.

  But this is only for ordinary people. Roy was surprised to find that his field of vision was not much worse than in the daytime, and he could see clearly even objects beyond 30's.

  He realized that this was due to the enhancement of vision at 6 o’clock, and he did not add it wrong.

  One hour later, the five people searched all the farmland in Kaye Village. They did not find the slightest clue. The more people’s faces became tighter and tighter, the longer they knew, the lower the probability of finding the child.

Old Jack has been paying attention to the expressions of others, and then suddenly stopped and asked again, "Nothing will be effective if you look around like this without a head and flies. Fletcher, if you think about it, where might the kid go? "

  The butcher knelt down in pain and hugged his head. "The stinky guy often yells about going to a big city to be a bard, but he has never left Kaye, a small rural place, and he can go fishing in the small river next to the village at most, but he won't go too far."

   "I haven't fulfilled my promise yet, send him to Van Geborg and Osenfurt to take a look."

   Roy sighed secretly when he heard the words, and after a while, a thought came to his mind.

   "Uncle Fletcher, your wife, Brandon's mother...Where is it buried?"

  The butcher looked sad when he heard the words, "Anna has died of whooping cough for three years and has been buried in..."

"Cemetery!" The butcher stood up suddenly excitedly, "Anna is buried in the cemetery east of the village, do you think the stinky boy will go there? I used to take him to worship every once in a while. I haven't been there for a few months recently."

   "What are you waiting for?! Go to the cemetery!"

  The place where the remains of Kaye villagers are buried is about 3 miles from the east end of the village, and there is a path covered by vegetation between the two places. The crowd ran along the road in the dark with torches.

Roy ran behind a few big men out of breath, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His stamina was slightly inferior to that of adults, but he couldn't let a worried child's father slow down and could only bite. tooth.

  Old Jack is also uncomfortable. He is a lot older, does not drink less alcohol on weekdays, and his physical fitness is also weaker than ordinary people.

   rushed out for about a mile, Roy's left eyelid suddenly twitched, and a warning sign rose in his heart for no reason, and he could not help but yell, "Be careful!"

  As soon as the voice fell, a few weird green lights suddenly flashed across the lush and dark bushes around everyone.

  No, it is a pair of pupils that look like ghosts.

  With a burst of noisy, depressed roar, a few terrifying wolf shadows under the moonlight blocked their way.

  (End of this chapter)