The Divine Hunter

Chaoyang cast a golden morning light in the alder forest, like a dance for Gao Wen's house.

Five shirtless boys were leaning against the stakes, smiling at the dancing lights and shadows, and even the catkins and the crops and weeds of the farmland danced at the right time.

In the nearby alchemy workshop, classroom, blacksmith shop, and fields, the remaining children "cultivated" in their respective fields.

A griffin glides comfortably across the blue sky.

The roaring cicadas circled the woods and the yard and drifted into the conference room.

Ten witchers and a sorceress sat around a rectangular table, welcoming a unkempt, pointed-mouthed, monkey-cheeked guest in a blue robe like a nightgown.

"Brothers, allow me to solemnly introduce to you, this is the alchemy master Kalkestein from Vizima, the undoubted authority in the field of alchemy." Roy reached out and pointed to the man beside him, his eyes slowly sweeping over everyone , "I have reached a cooperation agreement with the master. Starting today, he will serve the Witcher Brotherhood for one year... Help us improve the grass trial!"

"Friends, welcome to Gawain's House!" Lambert waved with a bright smile, he felt that this guy must be an interesting person.

"Fortunate to meet you!" Owl nodded at him unwillingly, but his eyes were a little suspicious. Kalkstein's appearance was like a mental patient. Except for the stinky face, other places were as big as he remembered. Some well-dressed and well-maintained warlocks are quite different.

"Master Kalkstein, my dear Vesemir, I hope that in the next year, everyone can work together happily and make progress together." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand towards the alchemist, who hesitated for a second before talking to him. Give it a light grip.

The two alchemy madmen, Leto and Kaiyan, were clearly excited and joyful on their faces, and they would definitely benefit a lot from being able to communicate with an alchemist.

The rest of the people nodded silently, and they had to spend some time examining the second sorcerer who had joined the Brotherhood, although they trusted Roy's eyesight.

"Everyone, don't tell me that the so-called alchemy room is the rudimentary 'kitchen' in the yard... That place does not meet my standards at all. Most experiments cannot be performed, and research by relying on it is almost inefficient!" The alchemist was rude complain.

Roy chuckled, "The professional laboratory is in the city of Novigrad. To put it bluntly, the equipment there is in no way inferior to your private collection. I'll show you later. Let me first Let me introduce you to the colleagues who will work with you in the future..."

"I don't need you..." The witcher left,

Holding one of his arms, the sorceress in a long purple lace dress stretched out her hand towards the alchemist and smiled brightly, "Master Kalkstein, I have long admired my name, I am Rita Ned from Aretus, I am in the academy. I've heard of your glorious deeds when I was there... as expected."

The woman's blue eyes swept over his slovenly dress, sloppy goatee, greasy and sparse hair, "You are definitely a master who is obsessed with professional fields, I can't beg for cooperation with you, and I will ask you for more advice in the future. "

Kalkstein shook his head, even in the face of the beauty, he did not hesitate. He pinched his beard and solemnly warned, "I can't talk about advice, but Ms. Rita Ned, don't hold me back."

"In the next year, you have to keep up with my research progress, otherwise... if you still have some self-esteem, you should..."

These words, full of gunpowder smell, instantly freeze the beautiful smiling face of the sorceress,

And Roy hurriedly squeezed her little hand comfortingly, "Coral, don't mind, Master is such a rectal... speak directly."

"It doesn't matter to me, someone with outstanding talent is always a bit arrogant, especially in the field he is good at." The woman shook her head, but quietly turned her face away, and the nails on her index finger and thumb slapped the witcher's arm hard. Turn around.

Roy's mouth twitched, what did I do wrong? Why punish me? !

"Straight, I like it!" Lambert looked at the alchemist admiringly, "It's better to be vicious in the face than to stab a knife in the back! But a sharp-tongued boy, I'm curious, how did you do it? How could you fool around like this? A... um... great man!"

A group of witchers turned their eyes and waited for his explanation.

Why can he repeatedly create miracles?

"What is flickering?" Roy glared at him displeased, but he risked his life to coax the alchemist over.

"No, no..." Kalkstein said unexpectedly good things for the witcher, "I am willing to go to No City, because Master Roy has helped me a lot, except him, I believe other witchers, There's nothing you can do, including everyone present."

"Oh, what amazing challenge has this kid completed?" The bald man was also aroused by curiosity.

Roy's face changed, and he just wanted to cover up a few words as planned.

Unexpectedly, a soft hum came from his ear.

The sorceress was keenly aware of his intentions, and before he could speak, her soft little hands tightly covered his mouth, and Liu Mei gave him a shut-up look.

"Uh...uh..."

"Master Roy," Kalkstein said in front of the crowd, ignoring the two flirting beside him, "single-handedly killed a high-level vampire, and gave its corpse to me as a reward. "

"I've never seen a witcher as good as him."

...

The temperature in the conference room plummeted.

It was as if the hot summer had entered the freezing winter in an instant.

The wind blowing from the window had a coldness that made people shiver uncontrollably.

There was silence in the conference room.

a long time.

Serret shook his head, "Master, don't be kidding, Roy was the one who looked at the entry, just his three-legged cat's swordsmanship... Among all the guys on the scene, he is the weakest, how is it possible?!"

"Are you sure it's a high-level vampire, not a Kathakarn, a blood demon, a bat-winged brain demon... a vampire banshee..." Geralt stared at the alchemist's face and kept talking.

Faced with doubts, Kalkstein did not explain, and with a wave of his hand, a coffin covered with a transparent crystal glass cover and inscribed with a complex array appeared on the rectangular table.

"Well, take a look, everyone, you can definitely tell its species with your eyes! But don't open it, or I'll have to do it all over again."

Immediately, a pair of beast-like vertical pupils converged on the side of the coffin, looking at the man with his hands folded in his lower abdomen, pale skin and a serene expression.

"Either a human..." After a while, Eskar concluded,

"Either a high-level vampire..." Kayane interjected angrily.

"It may also be a shapeshifter, I can't measure it, and I can't be sure for the time being..." Phryus pushed his sunglasses below the bridge of his nose, thoughtfully, "But looking at this kid's twisted eyes, I believe the alchemist's statement. , this is a high-level vampire!"

"Then here comes the question..." The bald man's fan-like palm grabbed the back of the student's neck, like an angry beast with a cub in his mouth. "Little devil, are you going to keep it a secret from us? Or are you honest?"

"How on earth did you get this thing done?"

"How many times is this? You keep concealing us, we are your most solid backing, but you are kept in the dark. Do you actually consider us brothers?" Serrit's face was full of disappointment and anger. Facing danger alone? Don't know how to say hello to your brothers and fight side by side?"

"Are you a member of the Brotherhood?" Geralt asked in his white-haired, steady voice.

"High-level vampires are almost immortal... I have lived for three hundred years, and I have never seen any witcher kill this thing, including the first generation of witchers." Vesemir asked, "Roy, How on earth did you do it?!"

"Uh...uh..."

"Ms. Rita, can you release your hand first... Your love is too turbulent, he can't bear it." Lambert interjected jealously.

"Ah, sorry, this guy is really annoying!" The sorceress let go of her hand in embarrassment, and stepped on Roy's foot with her mink-skin high-heeled shoes, gouging him out.

"Huh..." The young witcher let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the pair of sharp as knives, with scrutiny eyes.

he sighed,

"Guys, I didn't plan to hide it, but Coral has been..."

"Um?"

"No, I was very wrong, I should have been honest and frank at the beginning..." Roy gave the alchemist a look, he believed that the other party could understand him, "I did not single-handedly defeat that high-level vampire , I used the Silent Cloak and a bunch of enchanted props newly developed by Master Kalkestein-a bomb that was powerful enough to blow up the dragon, and blew the high suction half to death first."

The sorceress couldn't help nodding, her face slightly contorted. This wonderful alchemist's talent in the field of explosion is well known, and it is not surprising that it poses a huge threat to high suction.

"Under a variety of favorable conditions, I only picked up a bargain. Even so... I..." Roy pursed his lips and swept his eyes sincerely, especially on the faces of Lesso and Coral for a long time. "Everyone knows that I have an ability to recover from injuries."

"Almost a second life."

"I used this 'life' to barely get it."

He was terrified,

"If it's a fair confrontation, I've become a skeleton in the cave."

The sorceress twitched her eyebrows, and the bald-headed man had a look of surprise on his face.

"As for why we fight alone..." Roy could only explain reluctantly, "Because the situation was urgent, that thing kidnapped an innocent and was about to brutally kill her."

"I just happened to meet, as a witcher with a sense of justice and conscience..."

Letho silently shook his bald head in protest.

"I really don't have time to contact everyone, so..."

The witcher paused,

"Why can I kill him, maybe there is something special about me."

"Boy, don't try to fool around..." Lambert put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, "Today you have to be honest, what's so special?"

"Everyone present is my own, so I'll tell the truth. If it is cut into pieces by me, its soul will also shatter and disappear... So the guy in the coffin becomes an empty shell." Roy is half serious and half joking He said, "Lambert, and especially you, better not offend and provoke me in the future."

...

"Is that the reason?" The witchers were silent for a moment, remembering the various anomalies that had happened to the Brotherhood's chief prophet.

Blood of the ancients, predicting the future, rebirth from the near-death... They are a bit numb, and if they add one more to kill high-level vampires, it is not unacceptable.

After all, it is undoubtedly a good thing that one's own people become stronger.

They grudgingly accepted the answer.

But looking at Roy's eyes is complicated, curious, helpless, envious...

No matter how much this guy hides and humbles himself, he can't change the fact—

The weaker two in the fraternity like Aiden, Lambert, have been left behind by this young junior.

While everyone was relieved, their chests were slightly sore and a little depressed.

As part of the fraternity, they also need to progress and keep up with the collective.

Roy quelled the anger, felt that the hand holding his arm softened, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately changed the subject.

"The master came to Nuocheng this time. In addition to improving the herbal medicine, he also intends to study the corpse of this high-level vampire with everyone. Using the ready-made 'materials', create a kind of... um... simulating some characteristics of high absorption. medicine or potion."

"Aren't you interested?" He looked at Leto and Kayan.

"Little devil, don't rush to change the subject..." The bald man punched him in the chest and said solemnly, "I'm letting you go today, but I'll give you an ultimatum... Next time you are in danger, do this again. Don't say a word, hide from the guys... well, on behalf of all the fraternity members, I'll expel you from membership!"

"That's right... boy, when the time comes, go to Gusvid and Kyle Mohan to look at the door!" Serret patted the back of his head lightly,

A group of people complained that they stretched out their loving hands towards him, crumpled his hair into a chicken coop, and ravaged his face red.

"Go when your bum!"

"Pretend to be your prophet!"

"Swim in your shithole!"

"Fuck other idiots!"

Geralt placed his palm in front of his chin, and thought for a second with a stern face, "Go to sleep with your sorceress!"

"..."

"I'll give you a warning too!" Rita Need grabbed him by the collar and suddenly pulled him in front of her, her tall chest pressed against her chest, nose to nose, blue eyes staring His strange-colored pupils and fiery red hair naughty scratched his cheeks, "Next time you go to seek death without telling me, and the relationship between us is over!"

"I don't want you anymore!"

After speaking, the soft, hot lips attacked.

"Um..."

"Cough, two pay attention to the occasion."

"Cough, cough!"

A series of coughs erupted.

But the sorceress completely forgot herself, and Roy couldn't break free.

This situation reminded Geralt of the unfortunate past again, and turned around, just in time to see a few small heads sneaking down on the window sill.

"Little bunnies, do you want to become a girl again?"

In the whole scene, only Kalkstein was unaffected. He rubbed the coffin, his face glowed, and his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at the girl he loved.

"Master, I don't know about the improvement of herbal medicines, but I'm good at blending decoctions and potions..." The bald man and the scarred cat sent the witcher to his side, "I think it's time to focus on the research on super strong medicines. The ability to regenerate."

"On the contrary, the ability to fly and blur is vital to combat," Kayan retorted in a raspy voice.

"Why not combine the three? This body is perfect and the materials are sufficient, so we can find the best ratio!" The alchemist put his head up and had a heated discussion with the two on the spot.

five minutes later.

The sorceress let go of the witcher contentedly, rubbing his fingers with his lips,

"Wipe it, little bastard, it's so rude, it's ruining my lipstick."

With her slender hands, she grabbed a small round mirror and a lipstick from the void. She turned around and started to touch up her makeup, humming a song happily.

Roy wiped the coral-colored lipstick on his mouth with dull eyes, and suddenly thought of the Kelampfa seal, it was time to teach her a lesson.

"Boy, do you recognize the mistake?" Serret raised his head at him.

"I was wrong." Roy faced everyone, the frivolity on his face gradually subsided, replaced by solemnity and seriousness, the people in the hall stopped making noise again, and he said sincerely, "Brothers, and Coral, I promise Next time there is danger, you must notify my most solid backing first!"

The crowd nodded.

"That's right, lad," Vesemir patted him on the shoulder. "Don't always try to be a hero by yourself. Maybe your intentions are good, but in fact, it's an act of evasion."

"You have to be brave enough to accept the possibility of imperfection..."

"Well..." You can't keep your companions out of action because you're afraid of casualties.

The old man paused, and there was a forehead pattern on his forehead, "By the way, have you seen that guy?"

At this moment, Geralt, Escal, and Lambert all looked over and looked nervous.

"Sorry..." Roy shook his head regretfully. "When I arrived at Vizima, he had been away for two months and traveled abroad..."

The old man nodded, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Next time I have a chance, I'll look for him again, and I'll bring him back one day!" Roy suddenly reached out and waved on the table, and a bulging linen bag appeared out of thin air, "There are other things to gain from this trip, Do you remember the Church of Virtue and the Lady of the Lake? I made a verbal agreement with them...now they're allies of the Brotherhood."

"You kid, you did such a big thing quietly..." Serret picked up the linen bag and shook it. Hearing the crisp and pleasant sound of coins crashing, he burst into laughter.

"Dear Treasurer," Lambert smiled flatteringly at him, "Give me some wine money?!"

"Shut up, don't move a penny, how do you know that money is hard-earned regardless of the account, such a large school, the daily research expenses, the necessities of the students and students, where does the money come from? Do you think it is land? Will the pumpkins grow out of nowhere?"

...

"Okay, this is the end of today's meeting..." Lesso said, "Ms. Rita, you take the master to the laboratory first, and the other guys should go back and take care of those naughty bastards!"

The sorceress put her arms around Roy, whispered something in his ear, and led Kalkstein out of the conference hall with a smile.

The crowd quickly dispersed giggling.

There were only three people left in the house.

"By the way, Oaks and Dandelion haven't come back yet?" Roy asked.

"As you can see, these two guys are still having fun in Toussaint." Geralt shook his head.

"Why didn't I see Cohen today?" Roy asked again.

Vesemir looked at the setting sun outside and shook his head, "Young man, it's easy to be trapped by love."

"There seems to be something wrong with the relationship between Cohen and Ignatius. Haven't been home for a few days."

"There are more conversations among young people. When are you free to comfort that elm head?"

"I'm not in a hurry... Anyway, there's still a year," Geralt agreed. "Go and enlighten that guy first, and show your cleverness to pick up girls!"