The Divine Hunter

In the evening orange-yellow halos sank into the horizon.

Gawain House, after dinner, the children are walking their chickens in the yard.

More than two months have passed, and most of them have grown to two pounds. "Gugu" screamed and followed the buttocks of a group of children.

There are also one or two owners who are not so reliable, and occasionally forget to feed them, and their body shape is obviously stunted.

Monty, who was throwing chickens, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Wu Liuliu stared at the alder forest outside the yard.

His mouth widened, revealing astonishing deciduous teeth with wide gaps.

A man and a woman appeared in the orange light of the setting sun.

The man was wearing the familiar flying lion monster armor, carrying two swords, tall and straight, like a mountain peak under the sunset.

The woman's white dress and flaming red hair fluttered in the night wind, and her wheat-colored face was shrouded in a hazy glow of the setting sun.

With a smile on his red lips, he took the witcher's arm affectionately, pressing his body tightly against him.

"Brothers and sisters! Mr. Roy is back! Surround him!"

"Don't let him run away again!"

"And the beautiful sister who was as beautiful as the fairy last time!"

The children broke out into a loud noise, and swarms rushed to the inner three floors and the outer three layers and wrapped Roy.

Like a puppy wagging its tail wildly begging for caress.

The chickens raised at home are even more noisy and barking around their buttocks.

The scene was as chaotic as a boiling oil pan.

"Haha, kids, do you miss me?" The stronger witchers took off their sunglasses and rubbed their heads one by one.

"Arkhamtom, you're growing taller! Monty, have you lost your workouts? Keep your weight under control! Chanem, don't keep pretending to be the boss! Carl, keep being pretty and let other girls How to do?"

"..." The cat school apprentice blushed embarrassedly.

"Renie,

Open your mouth and let me see if the teeth have grown. "

"Ugh-"

"Congratulations, you are as neat as a comb!"

"Um... Little Lady Vicky... The stars in her eyes are fluttering? Dozens of 100 percents?"

The little girl with blond hair and twin ponytails lowered her head happily and pinched the corner of her clothes.

"Teacher, we thought you weren't coming back!" Monty yelled.

Roy smiled slightly and glanced at every child.

"Why am I willing to leave such a well-behaved student?"

A group of little guys immediately chatted and threw 100,000 questions.

"Teacher, why are your eyes discolored? The two eyes seem to be different!"

"Teacher, have you grown taller?"

...

"Stop!" Roy bared his teeth, looked past the orphans who were surrounded by him, turned to look at the sorceress in a white dress not far away, smiling and watching the show. "How about letting Teacher Rita play with you?"

He suddenly blinked at the woman next to him.

"Coral, this group of cubs is handed over to you for the time being!"

"what?"

The sorceress's red lips parted slightly, her pretty face showed a hint of confusion and anticipation, and deep down she wanted to get close to these children.

But one is enough, she was a little overwhelmed with so many at one time.

"Didn't you always want to accompany your child? Here's your chance!"

Roy shoved Vicky's little hand into the sorceress's.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly fled the courtyard.

Being bombarded with a bunch of naive questions is more tiring than passing a grass trial.

I can hear them behind me asking if they are not listening.

"Mr. Rita, why are you so beautiful, are you a Nymph fairy?"

"Are you Mr. Roy's bride?"

"How old are you? Why did Mrs Oakes and Lambert let us call you Grandma?"

The smile on Rita Need's face faded away.

...

"Little devil... Are you willing to come back after more than a month of Wenrou Township?" The bald man leaned on the outer wall of the classroom with his arms around his chest, and his rigid and stiff cheeks showed a dignified look, "Do you regret it now, understand why I wanted to do it in the first place? advise you to stay away from sorceresses?"

"That's right, Roy..." Oakes leaned on the other side of the classroom in a daze, squinting, his face half envious, half teasing, "It's not good to have a good physique when dealing with sorceresses, after all, their bodies After the transformation of magic power, only the physical strength of the wheel is not inferior to that of the witcher."

"If you are not careful, you will be squeezed into a mummified corpse."

"You can last for a month, tsk tsk... I am impressed... No shame for the Brotherhood!"

Serrit emerged from the classroom again,

"Boy, I'm more than happy, how come I'm not thin at all, my muscles are more developed, and I've grown taller?"

"It's not normal, he should nod his head in a month at his age. But his eyes, Roy..." The spirited old man Vesemir followed behind Serrit, with a look of exploration in his eyes with relief, "The old man As I get older, my memory is getting worse and worse, but I can't remember some things wrong, such as you used to have dark golden pupils."

"When did you get heterochromia iris?"

In an instant, several pairs of beast-like vertical pupils locked onto the young witcher, especially in the silver-grey iris area of ​​his left eye.

"You don't really think I'm on vacation with Coral, do you?" Roy smiled casually, "In order to improve the Flying Lion Monster's herbal decoction, I've tried a lot of medicines this month..."

"Part of it has some effect on the body, so the pupil color has mutated."

The owl looked at Roy gratefully when he heard the words.

He made these series of attempts to ensure the safety of his students and let Carl pass the green grass trial safely.

Roy continued, "But don't worry, everyone, my hunch tells me that there is no risk. That's why I dare to try."

"Also, I have a unique healing method that never leaves any sequelae other than eye discoloration."

"The research on the herbal decoction of the Flying Lion Monster is very successful, and I'm just waiting for Carl to try it out."

The bald-headed man was thoughtful, and his disciple's mysterious self-healing ability flashed in his mind, but he still showed an uneasy look, "Little devil, we asked you to assist Rita Ned in researching the formula, not for you to give She tested the medicine!"

"Did she force you?"

"On the contrary, Coral almost turned against me in order to dissuade me!"

"Then you have a brain cramp, or are you drinking too much shit and killing yourself!? If something goes wrong with you," Serret shook his head and pointedly pointed at his nose, "The Brotherhood has lost its chief prophet, who is To take responsibility?!"

"Didn't you secretly carry out the grass trial of the flying lion monster?" Escal, who had been quietly observing his words, suddenly said.

"Am I so stupid that I think I've lived too long?" Roy didn't change his face, and shook his head calmly, "I used the snake decoction once, and then drank the flying lion decoction. The two medicines conflicted with each other. Dead without a corpse!"

"I'm not intact? And one month is not enough for a trial of grass."

"I just tried a few prescriptions at random."

Everyone pondered for a moment, and the doubts in their eyes gradually disappeared.

"Anyway, the discoloration of the iris is not a small change," Oaks said with a rare awe. "You won't have good luck every time. Genetic mutations cannot be predicted, just in case you lose your nose and eyes."

"You thought the sorceress would take care of you!"

Will do.

Roy was secretly determined.

Rita Need's meticulous care this month has fully demonstrated her intentions.

"Roy... Next time you have such a dangerous mission, don't make your own decisions." Geralt patted his little brother on the shoulder and said seriously, "Tell us in advance that we can discuss together, and we can't always let a young man take risks. ."

Lambert punched him in the chest, "If you still consider us brothers."

Kayan and Iskar gave a concerned look.

The new Aiden looked at the scene in front of him - a group of seniors scolding the juniors, although their voices were stern, their concern was palpable.

Scarlet pupils could not help flashing a hint of envy.

Inside the cat pie, companions rarely get together.

This kind of mutual concern and greetings is almost non-existent.

There are also interests.

Roy had to raise his hands to surrender under a bunch of guns and arrows.

"Well, I promise you, next time, I will inform you first, and I will never be so reckless again?"

"Be serious! Kid, don't try to fool the past!" The bald man's eyes were sharp.

"If I violate it again, I will automatically leave the Brotherhood!"

Only then did everyone ease their anger, and their faces turned slightly.

"What's the progress of Gawain House this month?"

Roy changed the subject.

"A lot of things happened..." Vesemir stroked his beard and slowly talked about Sebastian. "Some time ago..."

...

After listening to the story, Roy's mind immediately came to the image of a fat man two meters tall and weighing more than two hundred pounds-like a pig that had just taken a bath.

If he remembers correctly, the current head of the intelligence department in Redania is this unremarkable excellency, Sigismund Dirkoscher.

A character who is both good and evil, with many flaws, he likes to hide in the shadows and play tricks and tricks, but he is loyal to his country Redania, and is truly dedicated to the country.

"Unexpectedly, we have already fought against Fatty quietly. And the Brotherhood has won an overall victory!"

But it's not over.

He didn't think Dijkstra would give up easily, and there must be other Redanian spies hiding in No City.

and spies from other countries.

…

As for Chapelle, Roy has such an impression, but he can't remember the exact time and year-the original sheriff of Eternal Fire died of a heart attack, and another deformed monster happened to be nearby, so he replaced him .

Use the power at hand to do good deeds.

Until ten years later, Redania settled in No City and controlled the eternal fire.

The shapeshifter, who played Chapelle, was caught and burned at the stake.

But now that I'm here, it will definitely change your destiny.

Roy pondered for a moment,

"Then there are two shapeshifters in Novigrad. Anyway, it's better to be a neighbor with a kind-hearted shapeshifter than a ruthless sheriff... That's good news."

Serret smiled, "This is God's will, not only did the spies of Redania fail to bring us down, but instead made us look like saints. Chapelle recognized the witcher, so he took the initiative to join the peace agreement. Not long ago, the agreement was re-signed at Spear Cave."

"From now on, the eternal fire will open the door for the witchers to be difficult, as long as we do not violate the law."

Roy thought,

"We can send His Excellency Gawain to try to pull his compatriot Sharpelle into the League of Shapeshifters and Witchers."

"Mr. Gawain is working on this... Chapelle occasionally needs us to help cover, to show the archbishop... Whether he likes it or not, our connection is bound to grow stronger," Reso said.

"Currently, the Brotherhood has cleared the obstacles to expansion. From now on," Lambert was content with excitement, his mouth trembling with excitement, "No one can stop the pace of development and expansion!"

"Stability is the priority, don't rush to accept students..." Vesemir's soft eyes turned to the distance, and surrounded the sweaty sorceress and asked the incessant little boys, "Let's focus on cultivating these little guys first. All right."

"Actually, they have performed well enough."

For a while, everyone remembered that day, and they were gratified and moved.

A group of weak children resolutely stood in front of a witcher who was far stronger than them.

Although they were fighting each other, they were so scared they were about to urinate.

But they did, and it made a lot of sense.

"You've taught a bunch of good kids. But after a month of observation, everyone, less than a quarter of them can become witchers..." Vesemir said, "We know exactly how witchers are trained. ."

"But what do you think about ordinary children? Keep going like this, teach them to read and write, pick herbs, farm, exercise, and when they become adults, let them leave the orphanage and make a living on their own?"

"Or are there other arrangements?"

The snake witchers looked at each other and smiled, "Vesemir, we've been waiting for your question."

"There are only witchers in the fraternity, but there is no rule that they can't cooperate with normal people." Roy said the original plan, "We have tried our best to cultivate these children, if we can maintain a friendly and close relationship with him, naturally best result."

"The fraternity needs a lot of talents. When these children have a preliminary grasp of the common script in the north and develop a sense of identity and belonging to us, they can start to further refine their education."

"Look now, now that the children are willing to risk their lives to protect you teachers, the time is ripe."

Roy's eyes slowly swept across a group of companions,

"Some children are interested in forging, so we can set up a furnace near the orphanage... and train them into forging apprentices, because forging depends on talent, and their future achievements are not necessarily worse than dwarves or dwarfs."

"Some children are interested in medicine and alchemy, and Lesso has enough knowledge to learn for a lifetime. There should also be an alchemy platform in the school."

"My skills are not bad." Kaiyan raised his sunglasses, revealing scarlet eyes, and interjected.

"Certainly, man, you're a great teacher too."

"Similarly, there are others who are interested in planting and raising."

"Could it be that you plan to find a Druid for them to come back as a teacher?" Owl raised his eyebrows.

Roy smiled without saying a word.

"There are students who are also interested in poetry and culture?" Lambert asked curiously, "Do you have to call Master Dan from the dance hall to guide them?"

"Let Master Dan enjoy his retirement." Roy shook his head, "Send them to Oxenfurt University for further studies in the future."

"Don't underestimate cultural people..."

"Once they learn something, they can improve the witcher's reputation in the cultural realm of books, poetry, plays, etc. Helping our actions from the side."

...

There was a long silence in the arena.

"Boy, your ideals are lofty..." Vesemir broke the silence, "It will cost a lot of money, a lot of time, and count in ten years. People are the easiest to change. After so many years, maybe the reality will follow your imagination. Nothing to do with it.”

"So we have to guide them. It's rare that the conditions of Nuocheng are so favorable to us, so we have to try boldly." Roy's dark gold and silver-gray pupils glowed, and he said solemnly, "We train these children and guide them... relying on The Witcher Brotherhood, a symbiotic relationship."

"Whether it's forging, alchemy, planting, or culture... When these ordinary children succeed in their studies, they will have a huge supplementary effect on the Brotherhood and have a positive impact."

"Witcher, you can focus more on your job!"

"Develop and grow the Brotherhood!"

"In my opinion, it's too early," Escal said cautiously. "This year, let's cultivate these fifteen ordinary children honestly and lay a solid foundation for them."

"Actually, it's not too early... Let's make some preparations in advance." Serrit said, "Near Gawain's house, set up an alchemy platform and a furnace!"

"Find another suitable place to build a humble botanical garden." Serrit rubbed his chin and made a rough calculation.

"Almost a krona of campaign funding is needed."

The Leto, Vesemir, and Oaks brothers each expressed their interest.

This matter is set for now.

...

Roy's eyes turned to his companion who had just returned from the mission.

Look for the Griffin blueprint and the duo who cleaned the sewers.

"So Geralt, Kayane, are things going well?"

"Your hunch is accurate, there are a lot of blueprints for the six Griffins..."

The white-haired witcher nodded with a smile. He was wearing a light and compact green leather armor that was mainly made of leather, with lock rings stitched at the key parts—the snake pie suit that Vesemir brought back.

And Kayan wears the heavy armor of the bear sect like a cloak.

The main areas such as the chest, waist and abdomen are covered with chain mail, the hands are covered with silver bright plate armor, and the hem of the cotton armor hangs down below the knees.

"We also spent a lot of effort... Human-faced demon birds, water ghosts, pterodactyls, demon spirits... kill them to the fullest."

"Seven or eight mutants were harvested."

"It's my turn for the next mission out, right?" Lambert's comrade winked, "I've been in school all the time, and my bones are almost rusted, don't you think, Aiden?"

"Hmm." Aiden became more and more interested in the Brotherhood.

But it's a little bit worse.

A little bit of a passionate fight.

"Stinky boy, easy work, don't you want it yet?" Vesemir sneered.

"For an old man like you!" Lambert snorted.

Roy rolled his eyes and turned to the vulture, "Man, how's the sewer cleaning going?"

"As you can see, it's like traveling, plus exercise. But..." Owl looked at Escal.

With his companion in charge of cleaning sewers.

The scarred-faced man rubbed his arms indifferently, and Roy noticed a white bandage under his clothes, "The sewers of Nuocheng are full of water ghosts and ghouls, and there are countless of them. For a month, the vultures and I have Hundreds of them were killed."

"Man, Eternal Fire should award you a Good Citizen Medal!" Roy said with a smile.

"I got carried away, and my arm was scratched accidentally, but it was torn, and it was not tight."

"This trip has yielded a lot." The owl raised his sunglasses, and his dark green pupils flashed a smile.

"Monster organs and tissues, a great harvest of mutants! Plus Geralt's spoils."

"Enough to make two herbal decoctions, multiple prodrugs, and various potions."

"There is still a tunnel in the sewers, and I haven't had time to deal with it..." Escal paused, "We plan to leave tomorrow."

"You just need to recuperate..." Roy's heart was about to move, "I just locked in the laboratory for a month, I want to move my muscles and bones!"

"Plus us!" Lambert and Aiden raised their hands.

...

This time, I didn't arrange to go out, and I stayed in school to prepare.

Everyone is looking forward to the green grass trial of the first apprentice Carl.