The Divine Hunter

In the middle of the night, the residential areas along the river in Nuocheng were all quiet, except for the sparse starlight, there was no light at all.

Roy stood on the roof and looked at the flickering lights of the commercial district on the other side of the river. One hand danced the sword casually, and the other hand, the magic flame jumped nimbly at the fingertips, like an exquisite magic show.

In the sky above, the "hu, hu" air flow is surging, and in the depths of the dark night, a calf-sized beast with a eagle head and a lion body can be seen circling happily.

"Tatta..." The sudden footsteps sounded, Roy's expression changed, telepathy gave an order, and the griffin above his head immediately flew to the distant sky and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in cool clothes climbed up the roof along the stairs, walking straight to his side with two slender and well-built thighs, and sat down beside him, his calves dangling from the eaves, swaying comfortably.

"The Willie Gang probably won't make trouble tonight."

Candy pulled her hair on her temples, her originally slightly heroic facial lines and gorgeous lines on the side of her face became more feminine under the hazy night, but at this moment, her brown eyes showed a hint of concern.

"Go down and rest, Roy, chat with your family, and I'll watch for you the rest of the time."

This young Snake faction member has been away from his relatives for more than a year, so he should have endless topics to talk about.

In fact, it was the opposite. He didn't communicate much with the old Moore couple and his babbling brother. Most of the time, he just listened to the old couple's nagging and inquiries, and answered passively.

Until Minuo was made to cry for some reason, and the old couple was busy coaxing the child, he took the opportunity to rush up to the roof.

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't have any problems, I just want to sit for a while and blow the air," Roy felt the warm body of Ms. Zerican clinging to her arms, and also began to shake her feet in the air.

After seeing his parents, he was quite conflicted.

It seems to be the so-called "near country feeling cowardly".

In particular, he noticed that when the gray-haired old Moore faced him, there was a hint of flattery and caution on the wrinkled old face.

His heart was inexplicably sour, and he fled to the roof a little overwhelmed.

But after the cold wind blowing for a long time, he also wanted to understand that no matter what, he must let his family live peacefully and happily, even without his own participation.

"Cantila,

Now that you are in Novigrad, what are your plans? Go back to your old business and find a local performance team to make a name? "

From Baron La Valledi to Novigrad, witchers and Lady Cantila get along very well, drinking and chatting without taboos, like old friends for many years.

But you can't always bring a woman by your side, that makes Roy feel weird.

And the journey always has an end, and everyone has their own path.

"You can't wait to drive me away?!" The woman stared at her almond eyes in dissatisfaction, and her pretty face suddenly came close, almost kissing Roy's face.

The hot air he exhaled from his nose made his cheeks itch.

"How could I drive a friend away? You can stay as long as you like!" Roy turned his head and pretended to sigh, "But you have seen what happened today, why did we first come here because of my personal affairs and four The Willy Gang, one of the big gangsters, has a bad relationship and can't drag you down."

"Zerikan women will never be deserters, let alone fighting!" Cantila stretched out her strong chest, "If those bullying guys dare to come to the door, it will just make my knife see blood!"

The woman's pretty face was tensed, she pulled out the short knife behind her boots, and pulled it cleanly.

"This battle has nothing to do with you."

"You forgot how you saved me and Evelyn at La Valetti?" Cantila pursed her lips, her brown eyes turned to the witcher, with a hint of determination, "I owe you my life! Don't try to drive me away before you pay off!"

"Er... Then how does it count as repayment?" Roy was choked, how could he feel that he had become a debtor.

"I didn't give advice, the best solution, you accept a free mercenary, and I naturally obey the 'everything' order." Cantila suddenly grabbed his right arm in his arms and licked it. He licked his red lips, his brown eyes flashed with strange brilliance, "Or, turn me into the same kind? Oaks has carefully analyzed it for me. As long as I take the herbal medicine, there is a certain chance that the transformation will be successful."

"That guy, you know how to cause trouble!" Roy scolded his teeth through gritted teeth, suppressing the eagerness in his heart, "He's talking nonsense, women can't be witchers, at least for the Snake Sect, not to mention you're too old So, taking the herbal decoction is tantamount to suicide... Don't be angry! I'm referring to a **-year-old child!"

"That's a pity." Cantila lowered her head and sighed.

"Well, you stay, but you have to help me take care of Old Moore, Susie, and Minor. Especially when I'm not around."

"No problem, I promise no one can hurt them! Unless they step on my corpse!" The woman noticed his softened attitude, the corner of her mouth curved, her eyes flashed with a hint of slyness, and she hugged her arms even tighter, her tender body sticking to her body. He grabbed his shoulder and moved into his arms.

The night wind blew lightly, and there was no sound at this time.

The two of them sat side by side on the roof, blowing the cold wind, shaking their legs, and enjoying a moment of tranquility.

But Roy's heart was inexplicable, and he always had a terrifying illusion - a space door would suddenly crack open behind him, a gorgeous woman in fiery red jumped out of it, and a spell turned him into a mouse and rushed into the sewer.

...

"Cough, cough..." In the sudden coughing sound,

Roy jumped up in a ghostly shape, turned around and looked at it, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, both angry and funny.

Not far behind, with sunglasses and arms around his chest, Phrius looked like he was watching the show.

"Owl, can you stop being so elusive every time?" Roy said, "At least you have to make some noise. Can you give me a hint?"

"You have also practiced a few tricks of cat-style swordsmanship. You should understand that the trick is to be silent. This is the sequelae of assassinations in the past. I have practiced it for decades to develop a habit, and I can't change it." Taking off his sunglasses, his gray-green eyes showed a hint of apology. "But I definitely didn't mean to disturb the two relatives..."

"Nothing to disturb!" Roy quickly changed the subject, "What's the matter with the sudden search? Carl?"

"The little monkey has fallen asleep..." The vulture walked to Roy's left and squatted down like a beast licking its fur, "I'm looking for you this time, mainly to inform you about one thing, Oaks, Serret, Leto already known."

"In a few days, I should also take the students out of the team. Novigrad is a good place, you can buy everything you want, and there are no nobles pointing fingers at the top of your head." At night, looking at the temple island in the distance, "It's time to start the next stage, higher-intensity training, so in three months, when the little monkey has finished drinking the prodrug, he will officially enter the grass trial."

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

In just a few months of getting along, Owl has left a deep impression on Roy's mind-indifferent on the outside, a little arrogant on the inside, not good at expressing emotions like Lesso, a ruthless activist.

Roy gradually became accustomed to the days of four snakes and one cat running around together.

Suddenly talking about leaving, I can't help but feel a little melancholy.

He didn't think that if he could get a positive answer from the wolf faction, he would call the owl to visit Kyle Mohan together.

But the cat pie's reputation is there, and taking him there without permission is a bit disrespectful to the wolf pie.

Cantila's pretty face was also a little sad, she walked quietly behind Roy, put her chin on his shoulder, and stared at the cat pie witcher.

"When are you leaving?"

"When the trouble here is solved... When you are ready to do it, remember to call me!"

"You see it?"

"Boy, this afternoon, you almost have the words 'I want to kill' written on your face, even the blind can feel it." Phrius showed a cold light, "If it was me, whoever dared to touch the little monkey would have to kill him all over the place. !"

"Okay, I'll call you then."

"By the way, I discussed it with Old Moore. The third building next to this house is still empty, and the rent is not expensive. I will bring the little monkey to move in then."

"Are you serious?"

This guy ran over to tell him that he was about to leave the team, and ended up renting a house not far from his father.

You can meet when you go out the door.

Isn't this a joke?

But he suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that the owl rented so close to help take care of old Moore?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

Roy was both moved and helpless, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and slapped the pectoral muscle of the Demon Hunter.

The opponent's eyelids twitched, his face tightened, and he forcibly restrained his instinctive response.

"Have you collected all the ingredients for the herbal decoction? That thing is not easy." Roy paused, "Just tell me what ingredients are missing, you're welcome, let's find a way together."

"It's true that there are several common-level mutants missing, but it's not a big problem. You should be able to get them after a while. After all, the formula of cat pie is less complicated than other schools." A flash of gray-green eyes flashed. Sadly, "To a certain extent, it is an incomplete formula."

Roy had heard of this for a long time. At the beginning of its creation, the herbal medicine of the cat school had huge hidden dangers. even dementia...

However, the cat pie recipe also has unique features, such as the ability to transform elves and female witchers.

"No matter which school," Roy thought carefully for a moment, "before starting the grass trial, it is best to find a professional to help you to minimize the side effects. Do you have a familiar spellcaster?"

The owl was stopped, and remained silent for a long time.

He has always been alone, he has had several concubines, and he has killed many warlocks, but none of them have a harmonious relationship.

"If you don't mind, maybe I can invite an assistant-how about an experienced and sophisticated sorceress?" Roy thought, "She once helped me preside over the grass at the Elland Meritelli Temple. Trial Ceremony."

"Dude..." The cat demon hunter looked moved, "If you can find such a person, then I owe you a huge favor!"

Roy smiled.

Otherwise, why would I be so embarrassed to speak?