The Divine Hunter

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Crisp footsteps.

A pair of black high heels made of iguana skin stepped on the long street paved with bluestone.

A flamboyant woman walked out of the second-floor building in the Gildorf district, wearing a pure black lace dress decorated with lace frills like foam, which was close to her body, showing her embossed body. Graceful curves.

The cold morning breeze from the sea to the west stroked her flaming red hair, which flapped wantonly on her jade-like, slightly haggard cheeks.

She moved forward gracefully and quickly.

The obsidian talisman and pearl necklace on the chest reflect a touch of golden light in the warm spring sun.

The flower shop on the street, the merchants and hawkers in the grocery store, and the pedestrians who come and go all pay attention to her, and their eyes flash with amazing light.

However, she turned a blind eye and walked through the bustling and bustling long streets, her slender eyebrows were lightly frowning, her blue eyes were empty and blank, and her whole body exuded a loneliness that was stripped from the world, filled with a faint light. The melancholy is out of tune with the surrounding vigor and vitality.

She followed the business district all the way north, stepping onto the sturdy and luxurious bridge to Temple Island.

The bridge has always been beautiful. You can see the neat houses of red bricks and green tiles in the commercial area, the splendid Temple of Eternal Fire on the Temple Island, and the boundless blue sea and a ship on the sea. reflections of sailboats, sunrise and sunset.

But today is different from the past. There were four or five more beggars by the bridge.

Originally, the men of the Beggar King would only beg for money in sparsely populated streets.

Don't dare to set foot in the prosperous land of Nuo City, otherwise, the guards of the eternal fire in the city will teach them the rules.

Today, however, old and weak women and children are kneeling over there, hunched and bony, apparently not having enough to eat for a long time.

"Well done! Ladies and gentlemen!" A middle-aged woman in ragged clothes with yellow mud on her face saw her passing by and kept kowtowing to the ground. A clear red appeared on her forehead with the crisp sound of thumping. Seal, faintly showing blood.

His voice was weak and hoarse, as if he was about to die at any moment.

"Reward some money, people are starving to death!"

Seeing that the woman's expression did not change, she began to shout again hoarsely,

"The beasts of Nilfgaard have invaded our country! They stole our houses and property, and killed our relatives. Have pity on us!"

"Goddess Freya, eternal fire, have mercy on the suffering Sintras!"

The woman took a deep breath, her face flashed with sadness, and she couldn't help holding her chest.

Speaking of which, he also disappeared there, and his whereabouts are still unknown!

The woman kept her footsteps, but her slender hands were lightly and covertly sketching in the air, and the huge string of pearls on her chest shone with colorful magic light.

Ding dong!

The faces of the five beggars who were kneeling and begging suddenly froze, and a few yellow crowns suddenly appeared in the open space in front of them.

Ecstasy overwhelms them!

"Eternal Fire Appears!"

"Goddess Freya is merciful!"

The five picked up the coins and rushed frantically to the slum to buy food!

The porridge, clear soup, white water, and plates given by the Eternal Fire Church can float up, but they can't fill the empty stomach!

...

The woman stayed for a while outside the Temple of Eternal Fire. As far as she could see, under the beams and pillars, beside the fountain pool, and between the circular squares, there were low and dilapidated tents, where refugees from Sintra lived. .

On the advice of Sheriff Shapelle and collector Gawain, Novigrad and other northern countries generally mercifully resettled some of the refugees who had come from afar.

It is a pity that more Sintras are still displaced in the north.

...

Under the temple island, behind a long and narrow slope overgrown with weeds, there is a dark and hidden cave. In front of the innermost wall, the woman waved her hand casually, and the wall immediately dissipated like foam, revealing a corridor with a brazier burning quietly.

She walked into the corridor, dispelling various organs and illusions from time to time, passing by a dry fountain pool in the meantime,

Reaching out and petting a pet, he patted a statue-like still gargoyle guard.

She walked into a laboratory.

It is brightly lit and spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people; the layout is rigorous, the living area, the experimental area, and the material area are clearly distinguished; it is well-equipped, with various types of containers, operating tables, and cooking furnaces.

In the blue eyes, two researchers were reflected.

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a dirty, sticky goatee around his chin.

The man's excessively small eyes were bloodshot and had two thick dark circles.

At this moment, he was slapping the back of his head with an annoyed expression.

Next to him was a woman with long reddish-brown hair tied behind her head, a playful and lovely sorceress, and her beautiful blue cornflower blue eyes flashed at a loss.

"Triss, Kalkstein," Rita Need's nervous voice sounded, like a patient waiting for the doctor's examination results, "Did there be any progress yesterday?"

"Sorry... Coral," Ms. Merigold bowed her head in shame, rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands, "I can't remember! I have a vague, vague memory of what happened in Sintra Castle... I only remember a few capes. People surrounded Roy, and then somehow they fought. What did they say during that time? I can't remember the slightest bit, this part of my memory seems to have been completely erased!"

"Ms. Rita, don't worry, Triss's amnesia symptoms are not simple." The alchemist stroked his beard and shook his head, "It's definitely not a simple suggestive magic, she was also fed some special medicine... thus deepening the effect of amnesia. In my opinion, it is unlikely that she will regain her memory in a short period of time."

"But can Roy wait?" Rita Ned suddenly leaned back on a row of benches, her fingers clenched her skirt unconsciously, "It's been two months...no clue, research There is basically no progress.”

In two months, Rita Need went from full of confidence, to nervousness, to fading hope, and now to despair.

"If he is really alive, why didn't he let Goelphine help deliver a message back? All divination is invalid for him! The shapeshifter Lord Gawain and Lord Chapelle sent a large number of people, and through countless channels, they have not found his whereabouts. ."

She grumbled menacingly into the air,

"Don't he know how many people here are thinking about him, waiting for him, and fearing for him?"

Triss shuddered when she heard the words, pursed her red lips, and showed a timid expression on her delicate and pretty face.

Immediately after shaking his head comfortingly, he rushed to the sorceress, grabbed her hand, and stared at her haggard face.

"Trust me, he must still be alive somewhere!"

During this period of time, together with the cooperative experiment, Triss's attitude has quietly changed.

From the very beginning, she was terrified of this domineering, cold, and vicious sorceress, and gradually recognized and pitied her.

It has to be said that Rita Need's concern for that person was beyond Triss's expectations.

It seems to be on her mind all the time, and she often sleeps for it.

This is very different from the colleagues who changed partners in ten days and a half in Triss's memory.

In contrast, his dazzled emotions due to physiological impulses and gratitude seem simple and naive.

Women can understand women.

Triss gradually found the knack of getting along with each other, as long as she didn't show too much concern for her man, it was fine.

"If those people are going to be detrimental to Roy, why don't they just kill me and work hard to clear my memory? They must have other plans for Roy by adopting such a roundabout way, and they don't want to tear their face!"

"Roy must be unable to help himself now, and there is no way to contact us."

Rita Nieder is silent,

"hope so."

"Ladies, as I say, don't be obsessed with a hairy boy all day long. How can a man compare to sophisticated experiments and endless knowledge?" Kalkstein said spittingly, "The mystery of magic is the Warlock's final home!"

"And the love between men and women, and the physical stimulation, are just concoctions!"

"You have finally acquired a little professional literacy and attitude during this period of time, and you should concentrate on doing experiments with me in a down-to-earth way!"

Immediately, the two sorceresses squinted at the alchemist, with disdain and contempt flashing in their eyes.

"Stop the shameful contempt! Don't look at me like that, is being single a sin?" Kalkstein was annoyed at first, then shook his head and laughed.

"Well, I was joking just now, Roy deserves your favor. He is young and full of energy, and he will never leave such a beautiful partner. Believe it or not, he will be back soon?" The alchemist irresponsibly After a random guess, "Maybe bring us some surprise gifts or something."

The two ladies had pretty faces.

"Now, don't just talk about Roy, how did the four children behave yesterday?" The alchemist asked expectantly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Rita Ned's eyes brightened when she heard the words,

"They are very healthy, and the grass trial is very successful! I have to say that we improved the herbal decoction based on snakes, wolves, and flying lions. It is safer than the orthodox decoction. The only disadvantage is that the mutation effect is better than the traditional herbal decoction. The medicine is 20% or 30% weaker. The quality of the four reserve witchers after the mutation is inferior to that of Carl.”

The three have done their best.

After all, dozens of warlocks spent hundreds of years researching the formation of herbal decoction, and they only cooperated for a year, so the degree of optimization and transformation was limited.

To ensure safety, part of the effect has to be discarded.

"But the four children have survived the crisis unharmed. This is the biggest breakthrough! I haven't seen those stinky men. Looking at our expressions is like looking at the gods!"

Hearing this, the alchemist pulled a hair out of the sparse Mediterranean Sea again.

Why do women always like to involve innocent people?

"Now in the entire Gawain House, there are more than 16 witchers who have passed the green grass trial, and among them, Leto, Lambert, and Cohen have passed the second mutation. This is a miracle, do you know? If Roy seen…"

"If that kid finds out, he will definitely reward you well!" The alchemist quickly changed the subject, and he was almost physically unwell after hearing this name all this time, "You mentioned Keen just now, that guy didn't insist on it last time. Going to the battle of Sorden? He survived?"

After Nilfgaard captured the city of Sintra, the Griffin witchers who believed in chivalry saw that the Nigers continued to cross the Yaruga River northward, invaded the territory of Soden, and slaughtered the people of the north, and finally could not hold back their blood.

A whimsical journey to Vizima to join the army and fight against the Nilfgaardian invaders.

Probably also intends to find the whereabouts of the Griffin Grandmaster Alan in this fierce battle.

The rest of the witchers forcibly put Arkham Torm on Cohen as a direct disciple, and only dispelled his idea.

After all, Cohen is not Roy.

There's no such thing as the ability to elude ghosts on the battlefield!

"Fortunately, he didn't make it," Triss said with a hint of fear on her face, "otherwise, there is a good chance he won't come back."

a month ago.

The battle of Sodden that shocked the whole world broke out just as Roy predicted.

Just five months earlier.

After the Nilfgaardian army captured the city of Sintra, they, without stopping, defeated the small coalition forces on the south bank of the Yaruga River and occupied Upper Soden!

The prepared northern countries, most of the countries including Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, and Aedirn, formed a powerful coalition at a terrifying speed.

Nilfgaard, who was trying to cross northwards, was sniped at Sodden.

This war was the most intense war in the past 100 years, with more than 100,000 soldiers participating.

The armies of the two sides fought for days and nights on Sodden, leaving dead bodies scattered all over the mountains.

Around the battlefield, there are thousands of miles of bare land, and life is charred.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Roy..." Triss pinched her hair, her face darkened, "I escaped this disaster when he persuaded me not to go to Suoshan Mountain, otherwise I might become like Fanelle. One of the eight on the hill."

He also saved himself twice.

Triss felt extremely indebted.

"It's a coincidence that he persuaded me like this. I took a two-year leave with Arethusa and the Brotherhood of Warlocks to avoid the war." Rita Ned smiled nostalgically, "We are both Victims of the battle of Sorden in his prophecy."

There was a hint of excitement in the lazy voice,

"But the fourteen people on the hill who died fighting for the north in his prophecy have become eight people on the hill!"

"Apart from us, four other northern colleagues escaped a tragic fate."

The coalition forces suffered heavy casualties in the battle of Suoshan Mountain. It is rumored that the blood on the mountain flowed into the Yaruga River, and the water surface continued to be red for half a month.

While the north and south armies were fighting, a large number of spellcasters joined the battle and fought to the death on the summit of Suoshan.

The warlocks of Nilfgaard were beheaded by five people in the Manada Valley, and they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, which indirectly doomed them to end.

In the end, the Brotherhood of Warlocks of the North sacrificed eight members.

In order to commemorate these heroic warlocks, the northern people named the hill where their bones were buried as Mount Eight.

Sixteen spellcasters in Nilfgaard were killed.

The northern spell caster triumphed, laying the final chance for the coalition to win. After the mighty Heijia Army dropped more than 20,000 corpses, they returned to the position south of the Yaruga River.

...

Both the North and the South were severely damaged in this battle, and the war completely died down.

Now only a small group of troops roams the area from Upper Sodden to Sintra, but it is no longer a climate.

"The south will not launch any more attacks in a short time..." Shaoshan's pretty face showed a hint of relief, "Probably soon, the two sides will sign an armistice agreement."

Triss sighed again in relief, a trace of guilt welling up in her heart.

Homes were invaded.

But she was trapped in Novigrad and tried every means to restore her memory and find Roy's whereabouts.

and escaped the catastrophe.

This betrays her duties as royal advisor.

For some reason, she did not contact the Brotherhood of Warlocks and the Royal Council of Vizima during this period,

Foltest, Keira Metz, Feikat, probably thought she was dead in Sintra.

Triss still doesn't know how to explain it.

...

"Speaking of which, since I have survived the catastrophe of Suoshan that was predicted by Roy without a doubt..." Coral Weilan stroked her hair with her fingertips, and a thought flashed in her blue eyes, "This means that I can end the retreat ahead of schedule. , back to the Brotherhood of Warlocks..."

"Ask the mages for help and find Roy!"

"I suggest not to act rashly!" Kalkstein shook the glass bottle filled with green solution in his hand, and the bottle was bubbling, "What if the person who took that kid happened to be from the Brotherhood of Warlocks? Would you do this? It’s equivalent to stunning the snake. It also leaked the entire Gawain family!”

"Why do you think so? Which warlock do you think did it?" Coral stared at a cold light.

"For example, Logevan's Wigfords, if you look at his cleverness, he is a little suspicious! Yes, he is completely capable of taking that kid away without a sound!"

Coral looked directly at the alchemist and asked, "Roy and Wygford have nothing to do with each other. It doesn't make sense at all. But Wyggar has been in too much limelight recently."

Wigfortz is a powerful mage from the north. He is young and handsome, with extraordinary talent and unfathomable mana. He has mastered countless powerful spells. He is currently a member of the Wizarding Society, the governing body of the Brotherhood.

It was he who initiated the initiative, and helped to form a bridge to form the reinforcements of the Brotherhood, leading the warlocks of the north to defeat the Nilfgaardian warlocks.

After this battle, his reputation in the northern wizarding world was unparalleled for a while.

It can be said that in the whole battle of Suoshan Mountain, this guy is the one who gets the most benefit.

But after all, he also risked his life to participate in the battle!

"It would be very difficult to find Roy without relying on the information channels of the warlocks." Coral frowned, her face tangled.

"Ms. Rita, wait for another month. Believe Roy, don't you always say that he is good at creating miracles? He predicted so accurately, maybe he predicted his own encounter earlier, leaving a way out." The alchemist objected, "Two A month is neither short nor short, nor long..."

"Don't worry about it all day long... It's not like there is a saying that a woman who is afraid will grow old easily!"

"Occasionally think of something happy, see the children of Gawain's house, and take care of the botanical garden. Keep the house safe for Roy!"

Rita Nieder held the pearl necklace on her chest silently.

It was his first gift.

The alchemist smiled when he saw this, and handed the glass bottle full of green liquid to Triss, "Drink it and see if you can think of more!"

"Um!"

...

Time flies, from morning to night.

A shooting star streaks across the night sky above Novigrad, bringing a moment of surprise to the pitch-black sky bordered by silver ribbons.

Rita Nieder was walking home in the Gildorf district when she suddenly closed her eyes, clasped her hands on her chest, and whispered to the meteor, her voice trembling.

Bless the little villain for his safe return, and I am willing to suffer for him!

No, I would like to be a hundred years older!

After making the wish, Rita sighed, and the sigh flew into the night.

She never believed in this fleeting shooting star, it was a trap for those ignorant little girls and boys.

But in the past two months, she has become naive! .

Weary footsteps left the night behind.

Rita Ned walked along the inclined stairs outside the building to the second floor of the Xiaoyang Building.

After the applause, the lotus-shaped magic lamp hanging from the ceiling turned on, revealing a spacious and luxurious living room.

Dressing table with lots of makeup, oversized wardrobes, storage boxes, purple beds with velvet blankets and translucent bead curtains.

"Pfft..."

She kicked off two high heels directly, opened her hands and took two steps forward, her graceful body sank into the bed like this, and buried her face in the neatly folded quilt.

"Well…"

The woman suddenly turned her pretty face to the side, her beautiful eyes blooming, and the tips of her fingers sunk into the bed were put in front of her nose and sniffed.

"Crazy, crazy! To actually smell him."

It's been two months since I've been alone in the vacant house, how is this possible?

Even if he thinks about him again, he will not think of the level of insanity!

"Maybe Kalkstein is right, I should calm down!"

However, the more she comforted herself, the more Rita Ned tossed and turned, rolling her body lightly from side to side against the bed, trying to calm her restless mood.

At a certain moment, when she turned her face up and suddenly widened her eyes, her face was as cold as ice,

"No, I didn't fold the quilt when I left!"

"Come again!" A faint sigh came from under the bed.

boom!

She made a decisive decision, the surging magic power spurted out of her slender fingertips, and the bed burst instantly!

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, a strange magic power enveloped half of the room.

Time starts from now and rewinds instantly!

Dispersed to half the room, the pure white velvet fluttering in the sky was pulled back piece by piece by countless hands named Time, and re-formed a complete and soft bed.

Everything goes back to where it started,

The room is quiet again.

As if all the turbulence just now was just an illusion.

The blue eyes of the beauty on the bed flashed a daze. She noticed something was wrong, but she couldn't remember it. Then, a smell familiar to the depths of her soul caught her attention.

She moved her nose again, muttering a self-deprecating smile,

"Crazy, crazy! To actually smell him."

It's been two months since I've been alone in the vacant room, how is that possible?

"Meow—" This time was different from the last time. There was an itchy meow at the right time outside the window. Rita Ned walked over with bare feet. By the windowsill, a few pots of fragrant and fragrant, Among the splendid purple roses, a chubby orange cat was meowing at her.

"Giggle, although spring is here, but you are so young, do you know what it's like?" Women naturally have no resistance to cute things. Rita's sadness was relieved, and she gently picked up the cat from the flowers, her eyes following One condensed.

Just now, where the orange cat's belly was covering, there was a letter and a delicate rose.

Meow!

The orange cat broke free from her soft embrace and jumped to the window sill, its tail swayed slightly, and the fleshy paws pointed to that side, urging her to continue, just like an experienced wingman.

Rita Ned looked up and looked into the night, and the dim little stars seemed to suddenly shine brightly, illuminating her dark and cold chest.

She fluttered her eyelashes and took the rose and the envelope with trembling fingertips.

"I didn't have time to say goodbye to you,

But I turned around and was busy wiping away the tears that were quietly dripping,"

The handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is familiar and moving.

"When I left involuntarily

I hurriedly calculate the return date

Although it's only two months away

but makes me upset and restless

like forgetting something, like missing something"

Like something is missing..."

Crystal tears flashed in her blue eyes, and she felt the heat approaching behind her, and she fell backwards as if drunk.

She poured into a warm, firm chest.

If this is a sweet dream.

Then let me lie down for a while.

She thought so, a familiar voice whispered in her ear...

"In a foreign land, I have only one wish."

"Like this, hugging you."

A pair of arms came from behind and wrapped tightly around her waist,

Her lips touched her neck, exhaling hot breath.

"Like this, fall into the black abyss together."

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the window, and her passionate red hair slapped the nose, eyes, and lips of the man behind her.

She turned her face back.

The light in her eyes shrouded that haunted face, just like in her memory, but it was a little different, which made her heart rippling and she couldn't help herself.

"I'm back, Coral."

Roy gave her a gentle smile and picked her up like a princess!