The Divine Hunter

Salvatore held the sword, his eyes flickering away from the witcher's gaze.

"Witcher, I don't know what nonsense you're talking about."

"You get all the money, you still want to make excuses?"

"Who gets what's stolen? You have proof, my actions are just out of hatred, you freaks and mutants, you don't deserve to live in this world!"

Roy shook his head and said,

"Very well, I will take your words as a compliment. Whether you admit it or not, I will give you a chance - tell Letho's whereabouts, and I will let you die with honor and honor as a knight. Otherwise..."

...

Roy snorted threateningly, "What do you think of the naked parade?"

"Hehe..." Salvatore bowed like a cheetah, grabbed the hilt until his knuckles turned white, and then laughed hysterically, "Dream, freak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards the window next to him!

"Ta! Ta! Ta!" Salvatore landed in three strides, the window was close at hand, and one hand also held down the edge of the window, and with just one effort, he could roll over and jump out.

However, followed by a sharp "whoosh" sound, a lightning-like white shadow passed by in the air, followed by a shrill scream - Salvatore's right hand holding the window edge was silently pierced. A crossbow arrow broke through the back of the palm, nailing his entire palm to the wall.

Salvatore screamed a few times like a pig, and out of the corner of his eyes caught sight of the witcher who was walking slowly. An inch pulled it out of his palm.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Salvatore's face twisted in pain. When he wrapped the wound in his underwear, the whole figure was as if he had been pulled out of the water, his face was pale, and he slumped on the ground.

"Does it hurt?" the witcher approached and whispered like a demon. "Sorry, it will hurt more later."

The knight pinned his wounded hand to his chest like a chicken claw, and with the other hand supported the hilt of the sword and struggled to get up, he said sternly.

"Witcher, do you dare to touch the Knights of the White Rose? My brothers will seek justice for me."

"Is it too late to remember your identity now?" the witcher sneered. "Do you think your brothers will protect you when they know what you have done? It's just fantastic! They never thought of it. The murderer who has worked so hard for three months to arrest is actually right under their noses."

"But this is also true. Only one's own people can commit numerous crimes unknowingly under the heavy guard. This is how hard it is to guard against thieves by day and night!"

"Don't slander my actions!" Sevalto roared, "You simply cannot understand the significance of the ceremony!"

"I don't understand. But I know that if your actions are exposed, it will definitely stain the battle flag of the Knights of the White Rose. Your colleagues will cast aside you, your family will be ashamed of you, and you will become an El The laughter of the people of Rand after dinner!"

The witcher stared at Salvatore's face, his words even sharper.

"Let me guess, when the noble knight Simon and the more noble Queen Emilia were merry in the big bed, did you stay faithfully outside? Did you enjoy the 'performance' of the two, while Clap and clap?"

"To shut up!"

At this moment, Salvatore's eyes were full of madness. He seemed to have forgotten the bone-piercing pain.

Swish, swish, swish! The knightly swordsmanship that has been honed and inscribed in his bones made him stab the witcher's throat in an instant.

And the latter seems to have returned to the days of sharpening swordsmanship in the courtyard of the temple. His physique is like a predatory meerkat, his spinal cord is burst, and he is bent like a bow.

Quickly pull back the footwork.

The knight's blade slid across his body a hair's length away. He felt the wind kiss his sensitive skin gently, as if an electric current was running through his limbs.

He shuddered, then excited.

"Wow—" As soon as it fell,

Just when Salvatore's old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not born, the witcher dragged his sword with both hands, like the tail of a petrified giant.

Guvisher swiped up and down diagonally.

Two swords collide!

A harsh roar broke out in the air.

The knight's sword was picked up by Guvihir and walked out. Salvatore only felt that a distorted shadow of blood appeared behind the witcher in front of him.

His body was instantly immobilized, as if he had been hit by an immobilization spell, stiff and numb, unable to move a single finger.

He could only watch helplessly, the ice-cold sword was hanging in front of his forehead, sticking to his forehead impartially.

A drop of dark red slid across the bridge of the nose along the forehead cut by the force of the wound, and a neat tuft of black hair fell from the eyes.

"Quack..." Salvatore swallowed.

Roy turned his palm, took a step forward, and pressed the sword edge to the opponent's neck.

"Can you tell me where Leto is now?"

"Haha..." Salvatore lowered his head, a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Kill me, I lose my reputation, and you will lose your mutant teacher forever."

"Kill me, witcher!" he said earnestly. "You are more than beasts with eyes, you are wild beasts, heartless animals! You will never understand the sacred sacrifice."

"Don't tell me, do you think I can't find it?!"

Roy held the sword in one hand, and the other hand turned his back and slowly rubbed the rolls of books on the bookshelf.

His eyes locked tightly on the knight's demeanor.

"From the moment you entered the room, you were nervous, scared, and even attacked me at the risk of revealing your identity. What are you worried about?"

"Worried that I might find this trophy that Simon kept? A handwritten letter to Her Majesty the Queen? Or—"

Roy touched the spine of a book with his fingers, noticed the fleeting panic on the knight's face, and smiled.

"The secret room's organs."

"Caz", a book with a black leather casing was forcibly pulled aside by the witcher's fingers. With a loud "banging" sound, the bookshelf rolled to the side like a sliding door spontaneously, revealing A dark secret room behind him.

"Now, you can get a good night's sleep."

Roy smiled brightly at the other side, and without waiting for the other side to speak, he slapped Salvatore unconscious with the back of his sword. Then he lifted the latter's body and used him as a shield to carefully grope into the secret room.

The dark secret room is not big or small, just the size of an ordinary living room. With the light from the outside world, Roy clearly saw a huge symbol appearing on the floor of the secret room.

Using red paint, or the blood of humans and animals as the base material, a psychedelic sun is drawn layer by layer.

Light and flames encircle the annular sun in an angular shape, while the interior of the sun is divided into three areas from the inside out.

The innermost layer is the four seasons of the year, written in the common language of mankind;

The second level is the twelve months of the human calendar, still written in Common Language;

The outermost layer is the eight months divided by the Elvish calendar, written in the ancient language.

And on the separators of these dates, there are several books that have been turned to pages and covered with folds - "The Secret Book of the Sun Sect", "The Revelation of the Ritual of the Holy Spirit", "The Eternal Bond of the Soul", "The Reincarnation of All Things" "…

"It seems that this is Simon's real home."

Roy hit it off.

Suddenly he felt a movement in the deepest part of the secret room, so he walked over, and when he saw the source of the movement, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

——On the innermost wall, there was a rags-to-riches man in Ang Zang, who was tied up by four iron chains and hung up like a piece of dried bacon.

On the body of the big man, whose muscles were as high as a rock, countless old wounds were crawling crookedly, his scalp was numb, and there was a bloody wound that ran across his chest and abdomen.

Further up, there is not a single hair on the top of his head, but the color is a little dull, just like his sluggish spirit, it is far less shiny than it used to be.

At this moment, his eyes were half-open in a daze, with two amber pupils, like those of cats.

"call……"

Roy took a long breath and threw Salvatore's body away like a sandbag.

"Lesso, long time no see, miss me?"

Amber eyes collided with dark golden eyes.

A smile formed on the witcher's swollen cheeks.