The Divine Hunter

Back at the hotel, the witcher tried to track the lost black horse along the stable, but unfortunately failed.

However, according to the two people's thoughts, this place is not far from Vizima City. The horses are missing here, and they are likely to be sold to horse dealers in the city by others.

"Would you like to go into the city and look for it?" Roy was quite aching, "That old guy cost a lot of money."

"Also," agreed the witcher, "empty your 'bag' by the way, and replenish some supplies."

...

Roy led the horse and walked along the trail in the suburbs, looking to his left hand was the vast and boundless Lake Vizima.

And the Temerian River runs right through them to the north.

The city of Vizima, the capital of Temeria, is located on a giant island in the north of the lake. It is surrounded by water and is connected to the land along the coast by four long bridges.

The purpose of the witcher is the long bridge to the east, which connects the trade area.

From a long distance, you can see the shadowy buildings in the city through the long bridge. The tallest building is at the end of the field of vision, northwest of the island.

"Fortest Castle."

The origin of this castle is somewhat ironic.

Because earlier, Foltest's biological daughter, the vampire bird Shirao Yada, occupied his headquarters, Foltest was forced to start anew and built this fortress in the city.

Years later, when the Nilfgaardian Empire breached the gates of Vizima, the fort became the wartime palace of Emperor Emhyr the Great.

"I wonder how the vampire bird is recovering now?"

Speaking of Bai Zhiyada, Roy couldn't help sighing.

That Vizima legend is also a poor man.

Born by Foltest and his sister, eating meat and drinking blood in the form of a monster, and being dominated by bloodthirsty instincts for fourteen years, even if Geralt lifted the curse and returned to human form, it has only been five years since then. How much humanity can be restored?

How did the king place her there?

Roy didn't have time to think too much and followed the witcher to the long bridge.

On the long bridge, merchants and carriages came and went, and there were crowds of people everywhere, but the unique images of the two witchers made the ordinary people around them spontaneously stay away.

But the strangest thing is that the guard at the city gate just glanced at the witcher curiously, and let him go after a few words of Vizima's rules.

Let the worries of the two be in vain.

"Why do I feel a little gloating about the guard's eyes just now?"

Leto shrugged. "What the hell. We'll leave as soon as we're done."

The long and narrow streets behind the city gate are densely lined with brick buildings, and pots of colorful flowers are placed in front of the windows of these houses.

And most of the residents walking on the streets are well-dressed, not the common low-cost linen clothes, but high-grade fur and silk.

They move slowly and slowly, and many of them are rich and fair-skinned, obviously not the shabby and thin appearance of the lower-class people.

"It seems that there are rich people living in the trade area..."

The closer it is to the center of the trade area, the cleaner it is. The floor is covered with clean cobblestones. Surrounded by exquisitely decorated houses, merchants from all over the world gather here in a noisy trade market.

Roy and Lesso went in after sending a few guides who offered themselves.

...

"The two gentlemen are selling horses?"

A short man with thief eyebrows and sharp eyes came up to see the situation. Before the two could answer, he reached out and lifted Gray Marvelt's lips to examine its teeth.

With a crisp sound, Werther's mouth full of white teeth snapped forward viciously,

The short man hurriedly retracted his hand in fright.

"Your Mark is so lively!" The short man exclaimed, staring at Wilt with more and more interest.

Roy patted Wilt's head soothingly, "If you encourage his master to sell him, he will naturally be angry. I won't sell horses, but I want to 'buy one'."

"That's even better!" The short man smiled happily, "Whether ordinary, good, hauling goods, pulling people, or participating in competitions, our Qiunong Racecourse has everything, and we guarantee your satisfaction!"

"Please come here with me two guests, McCawkins is at your service!"

...

The three walked through the center of the commercial market. Roy was surprised to find that most of the merchants in the market were not selling ordinary things, but luxury items such as jewelry, gold and silver jewelry, out-of-print books, expensive furs, and spices.

McCawkins explained on the side, "You are coming to Vizima City for the first time. The residents of the trade area are all the social elites of Vizima, nobles, wealthy businessmen, warlocks, including our municipal administrator Virelad. They're also home here. They're rich people, and the market here is mainly for them."

"If you two want to buy some ordinary daily necessities, you have to go to the temple area to have a look."

"Oh..." Roy asked curiously, "Listen to you, there are two completely different classes living in the temple area and the trade area?"

"Yes, we 'poor people' and high-class people who trade horses."

"I've always been curious, whose temple does the temple in the name of the temple district refer to?"

"Certainly the great Shrine of the Prophet of St. Rabieda," McCawkins looked west, a look of awe on his face,

"The Prophet Rabiuda is selfless and generous, and his followers have also established a St. Rabiuda Hospital in the temple area to receive and treat the poor people in the city who cannot afford medical treatment at a very low price or free of charge. "

Isn't it similar to the Temple of Meritelli?

The short man said bewitchingly, "I heard that the accents of the two are foreigners, and if you have the opportunity, you must go to the local Rabbi Ouda and feel his greatness.

Roy shrugged noncommittally, he didn't want to be the second witcher to be brainwashed by Rabbi.

"If you are a devout believer in the Prophet, then I think I can give a discount to the church members' transactions on behalf of the Qiunong Horse Farm."

McCorkins said reluctantly.

"Have you made a mistake, we are demon hunters, what religion do we believe in?! Stop talking nonsense, what other forces are there in the temple area?"

"Alas...and the headquarters of the Knights of the White Rose, and a small Eternal Fire meeting place."

The three of them came to the horse trading farm in the northeast corner of the trading area.

At first glance, there were only five or six horse dealers in the racecourse leading the listless two or three horses, but Qiunong Racecourse had the most homogeneous horses, about twenty horses, and all of them were shiny and well-groomed. And temperament is significantly higher than those scattered horses.

But unfortunately, the two searched for a circle, and there was no black old horse that Lesuo lost, and then the incomparable pain surged.

The little man said again,

"The two of you are very lucky, just in time for the newly arrived batch of horses. If it is a long time later, there may only be some ordinary goods left."

"That said, business is good."

"As one of the largest ports in the north, Vizima naturally has no shortage of sales of fine horses, but..."

McCawkins didn't know what to think when he heard the words, and smiled bitterly.

"The two of you should pick the horse first."

After carefully examining the horses' eyes, ears, teeth, size, and muscular lines, Leto picked out a white mare.

And Wirth rubbed the head of the white-haired mare affectionately without waiting for the master's instructions, and his eyes were shining and he barked excitedly, as if he had recognized him as his companion.

"Wilt, are you only three years old when you are in heat?" Roy patted the brown horse on the neck angrily.

"It's not surprising that there are any kind of masters and any kind of horses...," Leto murmured aside, "In Ellander, it's Aveline and Rita Ned's, Yan Fu. It's not shallow, do you miss them?"

Roy raised his thin and shallow brows at the witcher, "I remember that you haven't looked for a woman for a long time. This is because you are full of anger and need to vent your anger?"

"Sorry..." McCawkins suddenly interrupted the conversation with guilt, "What do you two think about this dark horse? I can't sell the other one."

"What's the matter, didn't you say you can choose whatever you want?"

McCawkins silently caressed the white horse's back, a look of pity on his face.

"There is indeed a distinguished guest who has already reserved this white horse." He took a deep breath, "Although the two are outsiders, they should have more or less heard about it, the King of Vizima, Fuertai. The story of Sturt's daughter."

Roy suddenly said, "You mean Princess Yada, she is the honored guest in your mouth?"

"That's right, it's the princess who is deeply favored by the king. Every month or so, she will come to the horse shop to take a white horse from us..."

"It's basically a convention, this horse is provided by our Qiunong family."

Roy said suspiciously, "Why did Princess Yada demand horses so frequently for more than a month?"

Then he thought maliciously, "This is a mare, and it can't be used for other purposes."

"Well," McCawkins complained, "perhaps the princess hasn't fully recovered from the last accident... Anyway, no matter how good a horse is, it won't last long in her hands."

"So, the princess hasn't given up the habit of drinking blood in the past?"

Roy thought in his heart, but they couldn't compete with a princess of a country for a horse, so they gave up the white horse without hesitation, reached a deal with the short man, and bought another dark horse at a favorable price.

To clean up the water ghosts and evil ghosts, the reward for more than half a month of hard work is gone.

After finishing the formalities, McCawkins also solemnly warned the two of them before parting, "Happy transaction, I will give you a suggestion for free. If you meet Princess Yada in Vizima City, the white-haired one Beautiful woman, don't have any disrespect between your words, it's better to hide if you can."

"Otherwise, if there is any point in your words and deeds that makes the princess feel uncomfortable, the two of you may be in great trouble."

"So arrogant?"

But if you can't be provoked, you can always hide.

The two did not want to cause more trouble, Roy led the brown horse, and Lesso led the newly acquired dark horse and quickly left the racecourse.

However, before they could reach the city gate, a group of ten or so soldiers suddenly blocked their way.

With sharp swords on their waists, they said to the two witchers with expressionless faces, "Your Excellency the Mayor has a request, please stop the two masters for a while."

"Sorry, it's the busiest time for business," Roy recalled the somewhat gloating expression of the soldiers at the gate of the city, so solemn, it must be a thorny trouble, "The witcher's schedule has been scheduled for a year later. . There is no extra effort to accept any commissions. But you can make an appointment to register and wait for a year."

"Then ask the two of you to put other entrustments on hold..." The soldier's eyelids jumped and he said seriously, "Lord Verelad has given a death order, if you can't invite the two of you, then you can't do without Vizima. ."