The Divine Hunter

The wind blows from the distant snow-capped mountains, passing over the vast plain, and a huge, prosperous, brightly-colored house, a beautiful palace, a huge lower city, a noisy port, and a beautiful city like a fairy tale. .

This is Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint.

Rita Ned led the three witchers to stroll down the flat and clean cobblestone path in the lower city, wearing a bright red slim dress, lining the embossed figure.

There was a hint of lightness and pleasure on the glamorous cheeks, the red lips were lightly opened, and the hoarse and magnetic voice slowly described,

"The palace of Beauclair is one of the most well-preserved elven antiquities to date... The famous Nilfgaardian architect, Ferramund, renovated and partially reconstructed the palace to make it the grandeur it is today. "

The sorceress turned around, and everyone followed her gaze.

The palace sits on top of a hill on the edge of the city, or the whole hill is part of it.

A winding road encircling the palace connected up and down the mountain, and there was a small pavilion at intervals along the road. The road was spacious and tidy enough to accommodate two carriages running side by side.

The roof of the building at the top of the palace is painted orange, which is unusually warm and bright under the sunlight. The roof is either conical or triangular, which is breathtakingly delicate.

"The Grand Duke Henrietta and Raymond of Toussaint lived in the palace, and the place we strolled..." She turned her eyes to the sides, "also known as the lower city, mostly the residences and workshops of workers."

Roy looked around and glanced at the crowd on the street. These houses were all orange triangular prism roofs, and the whole city had a neat and unified aesthetic.

"The largest market in Toussaint is full of stalls of all kinds, with merchants from every corner of the world. People say that what you can't find in the Beauclair Market, you can't find anywhere in the world. The port area, that is, Beauclair. The trade center with the entire principality is amazingly prosperous."

"More prosperous than Novigrad Port?" Roy asked.

"The location of Beauclair is not as good as that of Novigrad," the sorceress held his arm intimately and smiled at him, "but it is more closely connected with the entire south, and its cargo throughput is actually not inferior to that of Nuocheng."

...

"Okay, Ms. Rita... You've worked so hard to guide us, but if you go on talking, it's getting dark.

"Lesso swept over a few passers-by with a blank face. The mental outlook of the residents of Beauclair is completely different from the north. It seems that their blood has been mixed with wine. We, where is the Oremus cemetery? "

"In the south of the city, it will be there in five minutes."

"Don't worry, we must be faster than those guys."

Ox, Escal, and Kaiyan, who were unwilling to pass through the portal, were arranged to go to Fort Uthar, not far from Heshan, to find the remaining three blueprints for the upgrade of the Griffin faction.

...

Go through Rebioda's Gate and Desolate Path in the eastern outskirts of the city.

The Uremos Cemetery is located beside a gurgling river. There is no significant dividing line with the outside world. Weeds are spreading everywhere, and no one has cleaned it for a long time. It looked as if someone was beckoning, weird and terrifying.

Hundreds of tombstones were scattered, and many fell to the ground. The coffins were dug out of the soil by tomb robbers, the rotten corpses were exposed in the air, and the funerary objects beside the corpses were looted.

It is a pity that the famous mage Thomas Moru was also unable to escape this disaster.

The four found his resting place under a huge banyan tree in the center of the cemetery. His tombstone says so—

Professor Thomas Morey

987 - 1155

k'havani allder aen Dol Naev'de, allder n'corrason. Glorsanne a'Aelirenn

...

"Salvation is not in Dole Navid, but in our hearts." Rita Ned tried to translate the epitaph of the ancient saying, "Glory to Arie Ryan."

"According to Thomas's diary, he only started the reversal experiment in the lakebed laboratory in 1121, and died in 1155? It's been a few years since he gave up the experiment. Is this the punishment from God?" the bald man asked, "So, kid , what clues can this tomb give us?"

Roy was silent.

"Since Thomas is dead, even if Geron escaped from the basement of Heshan, he should have left Beauclair long ago." Cohen's eyes flickered, "and the coffin was ripped out, the clue seems to be broken here."

"This epitaph..." Roy circled around the tombstone and glanced at a thin working woman who was squatting in front of two very close tombstones to worship. Obviously belong to close people.

The thoughts in Roy's mind suddenly became clear.

"Dor Navid, isn't it the Valley of the Nine... Do you feel it? This sentence is full of consolation. It seems to tell Thomas' soul to stop worrying about the failed experiment at the bottom of the Nine Valley. If you give up, give up, and find peace from the depths of your own heart.”

"So the person who erected the monument must know about his secret experiments, know about Thomas' life...and have a lot to do with him."

"Then?" Rita Ned's eyes flashed brightly, and she bit his lip provocatively.

"Do you still remember, there is a sentence in Thomas Moru's video diary explaining his whereabouts-" Roy imitated the mage's frustrated tone, "It's time for me to go back to Lydia, she may be willing to accept I'm going back."

"The person who erected the monument, the person who left the epitaph, if there is no accident, is Thomas' wife, Geron's mother, Lydia!"

"Now, we should find this lady..." Everyone's eyes lit up, and Roy squatted down to observe the remains in the coffin. The bones showed signs of being infected by magic, and they belonged to the mage, and the teeth were flat, not like humans. Prominent canine teeth.

"The era they lived in has been more than 150 years... This woman, with a high probability, is also sleeping in the cemetery!"

"Although I don't know why her tombstone is not next to her husband."

…

Everyone started a carpet-like search again.

And the sorceress asked another question, "How do you explain the last sentence of the epitaph? Why do you mention Aili Ryan?"

Elleine, also known as the White Rose of Shaila Ved, was born more than 200 years ago by a female elf who led the young elf to launch a desperate battle against human rule, and later died heroically.

She is almost a symbol of the spirit of elvish rebellion.

"Because Thomas Morlu has a part of the elf blood flowing in him. Although he doesn't have the iconic pointed ears, his canine teeth are exactly the same as the elf. He identifies with his elf identity."

...

About ten minutes later, the four found the tombstone on the west side of the cemetery

Lydia Molluy

1070 - 1155

Baby, wait a little longer, hold on, Mommy will come to save you right away—

Great mother, great love.

...

The handwriting on the epitaph is messy and scribbled, and there are faint traces of dried blood, showing the excitement of the sculptor.

However, the environment around the tombstone was unusually tidy, the weeds were cleaned up, and the coffin was not attacked by tomb thieves.

Apparently someone is always there to take care of it.

The four bystanders stared at a line of writing, speechless for a long time.

The complexion is difficult to understand.

"So, this tomb is the mother of the witcher Geron Morlu?" Cohen felt his throat a little dry and swallowed.

Roy picked up a white carnation by the tomb, suppressing the temporary doubts in his heart. "This flower is very fresh, and it didn't take long to deliver, at most one day."

Beside it, there is another flower that has withered, blackened and shriveled because of the time.

Cohen glanced at it and took a deep breath, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably. In 1155, the tomb more than 100 years ago, people still come to deliver flowers, which means—

"It has someone's breath on it..."

Roy handed the carnation to Letho, who was the most sensitive, who moved his nose, and a colorful ribbon appeared in front of him, stretching out of the cemetery, pointing to Hout Village on the edge of Beauclair.

"Man, the rest is up to you."

"Find that worshipper."