The Divine Hunter

The crowd fell into a brief silence.

"Master Roy, I have a good relationship with Simon Knight, and I know him and his family quite well. Let me take you there."

One person came out of the crowd, it was the young knight who patrolled with the dead yesterday.

"Then trouble you."

"Knight Salvatore is at your service! Come with me, Lord Witcher."

...

The residence of the Patrick Latin family is located in the northwest corner of the city, a modest garden.

Surrounded by rusty iron fences, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which is obviously neglected.

Along the path to the main entrance, there is a dry fountain standing in the center of the courtyard, and behind the fountain is a three-story building. The side walls of the building are covered with ivy, and occasionally the pale texture under the rolled wall is exposed.

There are two lion statues made of bluestone on the left and right corners of the main entrance of the building, and a date is inscribed on the stele of the lion.

"1240, the month of maturity"

"This is the date Patrick Latin Estate was established."

Salvatore added, and Roy was amazed as he looked around the empty courtyard, "Knight Simon lives alone in such a big house without even inviting a servant. Wouldn't he feel lonely and depressed?"

"The brothers of the Knights have never heard Simon Knight complain. Maybe their family is used to this quiet living environment."

The two came to the closed front door of the manor. Roy looked up and saw a window on the second floor half-open. He didn't make any extra movements, his knees were slightly bent, and his figure jumped in place.

"Wow-Wow-Wow"

Salvatore only felt that the blurry figure in front of him was not as flexible as a human being. It used both hands and feet on the wall like a gecko, and jumped into the window in just a short breath.

Salvatore didn't know what to think, a look of solemnity flashed on his face, and then he relied on the excellent physical fitness of his knight to climb up to the second floor.

The second floor is the living area.

In the more than ten spacious and tidy bedrooms, there is nothing but a made bed, and even the dresser, wardrobe, and decorations are not visible.

"I didn't expect Simon Knight to be a guy who advocates minimalism, but—" Roy wondered, "His family has been rooted in Elland for decades, how can he be so poor?"

"You don't know," Salvatore sighed, "The salary level of the Knights is not high, and it is not enough to maintain a garden as big as the Simon Knights. Not to mention..."

"Simon Knights will also give out part of their salary to help the poor in Elland, and they are even more loyal to the brothers of the Knights!" There was a trace of gratitude on his face, "I'm ashamed to think about it, to tell you the truth that I did it a few years ago. I have been wandering and almost lost my family property, who would have thought that there would be an emergency at home, if it wasn’t for Big Brother Simon’s generous donation, I would definitely regret it for the rest of my life.”

"I clearly remember that because of this generosity, Brother Simon accompanied me to eat the black bread that even the poor detested for a month."

"No wonder..." Roy said strangely. "But now that Simon is dead, the Patrick Latin family has no successor. Who will inherit this garden from now on?"

"The Knights will send someone to Nasser to find a distant relative of his as his heir. It's just that I heard that things are not peaceful there."

"Yeah... Nasser, near Sintra and south of Soden, isn't it exactly where the Nilfgaardian army was stationed two years later, before the Northern War began."

Roy sighed inwardly, it's not surprising that the place is a little turbulent now.

...

The witcher stroked the soft bed with his palm, and rolled on it comfortably under Salvatore's surprised eyes, "Who are you going to live in with so many empty beds in the house?"

"To pay homage to his deceased relatives." Salvatore said seriously, "I was invited by Simon Knight to be a guest in this manor. He introduced the rooms on the second floor to everyone. His relatives lived there. It is meticulously cleaned every few days.”

Roy's noncommittal eyes rolled on Salvatore's face, and then a carp jumped up from the bed nimbly.

"The inspection on the second floor is almost the same, go to the first floor for a walk."

The first floor is fully furnished and finally has a trace of popularity.

But the witcher wandered aimlessly and erratically, stroking each room as he passed, and sometimes stomping the ground oddly with his foot.

But unfortunately, I searched for a long time and found nothing.

And Salvatore has been hanging behind him not far or near, his eyes wandering with unknown meaning.

Until the two came to the study room on the first floor, Salvatore suddenly closed his eyes and slowly approached the witcher.

"These books are worth a lot of money."

Roy raised his head and fingertips casually across the spine of a book on the shelf, paying attention to the other's demeanor and expression.

"Books are probably the most valuable collection of the Simon Knight family."

Salvatore's facial muscles tightened, and he quietly took two steps closer to him, firmly pressing the hilt of the sword on his waist with one hand.

"What is this?" Roy turned his head suddenly and without warning, and Salvatore suddenly let go of the hilt as if his hand was burned by flames, and an ugly smile appeared on his stiff face. "what book?"

""A Love Story of a Knight", the family actually collects this kind of 'pure' reading. It seems that Simon is not as devoid of desire for women as it seems. Is this book a novel written by Simon himself?"

"Let me see. The pages are old and seem to be turned frequently."

Roy muttered and turned back again, lowering his head and staring at the book.

"Every page has a date, it's a diary, but it's packaged like a book."

And Salvatore calmly pressed the hilt again,

"Come and listen? Let me also see what amazing work the perfect Simon Patrick Latin Knight can create."

The witcher nodded, opened the thin scroll, and recited,

"My most trusted friend, Simon Patrick Latin, was dead when you opened the book. Please help me deliver this book to her."

the following--

"In the budding moon of 1258, I met you for the first time—a woman of grace and beauty. This is a fateful meeting, my lifelong love... my rose."

"Your smile is brighter than spring, your eyes are full of autumn waves, and your lips are softer than roses."

"You are like sunshine, warming my frozen heart... I try my best to know all your information..."

...

"The opportunity was that day... He insulted you again, insulting you as an old hen that can't lay eggs, I comforted you, and you took pity on me..."

Just after reading a few words, the witcher's eyes suddenly widened.

"There is a strange thing in the book!" Roy twisted a bright red-lace panty between his index and middle fingers, then turned his head,

"Why are you sweating on your forehead? You look so ugly, Salvatore knight, what's wrong with your body?"

Salvatore stared at the witcher who was close at hand, his face changed from blue to white, his facial muscles twitched like twitches, and the veins he pinched in his fingers were abrupt.

He held his breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds, then said in a gruff voice like a duck stuck in his neck, "No... I'm fine. It's just that the patrol has been heavy recently, and I haven't closed my eyes for two days in a row. , was a little weak for a while."

"Why don't you go to the ready-made bed on the second floor and take a nap first," the witcher said with a concerned look, "I can just leave the task of searching for clues to me alone."

"No, I want to hear it again. I feel that this book should be related to the case."

"No problem at all."

The witcher faced each other this time, and with a big wave he turned the book to the last few pages.

"In December 1260, you left the temple with a little disguise, and hid with me into the grass by the Wigan River. It was a lot of fun, but was accidentally discovered by anglers."

"In order to keep the secret of shame, I violated the dogma again, and the knight's sword in my hand was stained with the blood of innocents... But you blame me for not killing him on the spot."

"It turns out your fears were wrong - the poor child's body was sent back to town two days later, the sadness and despair on his father's face was like a knife in my heart."

"I am in excruciating pain and seek your comfort."

"But you rejected me, and since then you have regarded me as a stranger, as air, even if you walked past me, you did not lie, stingy, unwilling to give me a smile."

"I am ashamed! Shame killed that innocent young man!"

"I hate! I hate your heart of stone!"

"But I love you more! The day I was with you, I swore that I would never give up..."

The witcher suddenly turned around and turned his back to the knight.

"I will prove to you this unswerving love! I offer you a sacred sacrifice...with the dogma I have followed for thirty years, and my life—"

"On the ashes of the seven evil deeds, the most beautiful flower in the world can be born, and I dedicate it to you..."

"Goodbye, my rose!"

...

The witcher Anjin's pupil shrank like a needle.

It turns out that Simon Knight... is both the host and the victim of the ceremony.

He fell in love with someone he shouldn't love, a married woman who committed the sin of lust.

As soon as the witcher finished reading, there was a sudden sound of "zheng" in the entire study.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant.

Salvatore, a knight of the Knights of the White Rose, was unsheathed at some point, slashing at the back of the witcher's neck.

However, another sharp blade came first to block the attacking knight's sword - the Guvisher carried by Roy pulled out a short length from the scabbard!

And the handguard and scabbard of the sword happened to catch the incoming blade.

Instant stalemate.

An irresistible force attacked from the junction of the blades, and Salvatore dragged his weapon "Den, Deng, Deng" back a few steps, and directly retreated to the corner of the wall, staggering!

"you--"

The witcher put his hands around his chest and shook his head, "I've given you so many chances and you don't know how to take it?"

Salvatore was silent, holding down the hilt of the sword, raised the tip of the sword horizontally, and made a skillful bull gesture with a determined look on his face.

"The White Rose really has something to eat inside and out," the witcher sighed, pulling Guvihir out of the scabbard completely, holding the hilt with both hands so that the blade stands vertically on the ground, "Your expression can lie. , although your acting skills are poor. It's a pity that your eyes can't be faked."

"As soon as you enter this house, you start to get nervous. What are you nervous about?"

"I said that the only suspect, Simon, can't put himself in such a disgusting posture. It seems that the accomplice is you!"