The Divine Hunter

The morning light through the window woke the witcher from his meditation, Roy took a deep breath, opened his dark golden eyes, and the fatigue accumulated from hard training was swept away, and he was refreshed.

Another brand new day!

Then he called Leto, and the two packed their bags and followed the guards sent by Mayor Verrellard through the trade area and into the temple area.

In the temple area of ​​Vizima, the streets are dilapidated and the houses are low. In terms of facilities and environment, it is far inferior to the trade area. In addition, there are only a few city guard patrols patrolling the places far away from the dark alleys of the temple district. The law and order are extremely backward, filth breeds, and cruel and violent incidents occur every day.

The three of them walked quickly to the St. Rabiea Hospital in the center of the temple district. A group of knights of the Knights of the White Rose were blocking the alley next to the hospital.

Clearly, some sort of security incident is taking place here.

Referred by the guards, the two witchers squeezed past the knight and saw the central scene.

A slender woman with white hair and a shawl was squatting on the ground with her back to the crowd, looking at another dead man lying on the ground silently.

Roy stared at her back, his eyes became deep.

Yada Bai Zhi

Age: 19

Gender: Female

identity:

Princess (Yada White was born to King Foltest of Temeria and Yada of Temeria, and she was, on the surface, the king's only daughter.)

Bloodthirsty Bird (Five years ago, she was a furry and blood-drinking monster, out hunting the inhabitants of Vizima every week for food. Later, Geralt of Rivia lifted the curse and restored her to human form, but she still Some old habits and inherited attributes are preserved. Curses are in danger of recurrence.)

Life: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Agility: 9

Constitution: 8

Perception: 7

Will: 5

Charisma: 7

Spirit: 5

Skill:

One-Handed Sword Specialization LV3...

Dagger Mastery LV2...

Bow Specialization LV2...

...

At this moment, the princess who appeared in countless legends and stories turned her back to the witcher in a half-squatting posture. The posture was not very elegant, and she looked like a wandering mercenary with a low social status. ,coolie.

It is impossible for any aristocratic woman to make degrading actions in front of everyone like her.

But what she did was so natural and casual that none of the knights dared to show even the slightest disrespect or ridicule, and they solemnly and solemnly kept silent.

"This Princess Yada is definitely not a woman who is powerless and delicate. But is it inappropriate for a princess of a country to interfere in the security of the slums?"

The witcher turned to look at the knights around, and found a familiar face - Cleveland.

The head of the White Rose Knights of Elland was driven back to Vizima but became a servant of the royal family. The gap in status made him look a little haggard.

Suddenly, Princess Yada seemed to sense the attention behind her, stood up and turned her face.

"Amazing-"

The witcher's pupils shrank, and the adjective flashed through his mind.

It is completely unimaginable that the woman in front of her was an ugly monster that eats flesh and blood a few years ago.

Now, however, the adult Yada has become an out-and-out beauty.

She has clear water chestnut lips, smeared with blood-red lipstick, a high nose bridge, slightly slender eyebrows and eyes, with a different kind of charm.

A cape of snow hair—yes,

It's the kind of haircut for sorceresses, druids, and prostitutes.

The skin under the snow hair is also dazzling white, smooth like silk without flaws.

But her clothes did not match her appearance. Below her slender neck, she was covered by a close-fitting brown leather armor, with black leather gloves, light-heeled leather short boots, a delicate dagger on her left waist, and a chain on her right waist. With a barbed whip.

On the whole, her dress has nothing to do with the identity of a princess, but instead looks like a squirrel assassin wandering in the wilderness.

The witcher grabbed the trembling snake pendant. He also noticed that Yada was slender, but tall, half a head taller than him, with a silver chain sapphire necklace hanging around her neck. It is exuding a faint magic wave.

This is a talisman that the White Wolf asked the king to wear to prevent the bloodthirsty bird's curse from recurring.

...

On the other side, Yada was also looking at two strange witchers.

Her eyes are not reserved and restrained like ordinary women, but bold, willful, and unscrupulous. The slender pupils are full of radiance and aggressiveness, as if she wants to see the person in front of her from the skin to the bone marrow.

But the witcher remained calm and indifferent under her scrutiny.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood have come over, and the eyes of countless monsters trying to swallow them alive will not let them lose their minds, let alone a woman?

"The two are the new bodyguards that Verelade found for me?"

Yada put her hands around her chest, her red lips lightly parted, and her hoarse voice had a hint of sexy.

The two witchers nodded, and before they could say more, the woman strode toward them.

With a fragrance of mandala, she moved her nose close to the two of them, and then she frowned slightly and said nervously,

"Abundant scents, humans, elves, and some other inhuman things..."

As she spoke, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips.

"You don't taste disgusting...I allow you to be by my side. But it's not enough to want to be my subordinate."

She suddenly turned her leather gloves and pointed at the fresh corpse on the ground, "I heard that witchers are experts in hunting and reconnaissance, and we need some clever hunters to slay the cunning half-murlocs. If you can catch them The murderer who killed the priest and prove himself, then I welcome the two of you. Otherwise, go back to Verelad obediently."

There was a smile on the corner of Yada's mouth, "I'll give you one day."

"It won't take a day!"

The bald witcher said lightly, walked to the corpse with Roy, squatted down and began to examine, while another knight introduced them to the two,

"The deceased Harriet, who is sixteen years old this year, works as a medical assistant at the Rebiauda Temple Hospital... Although violence and bloodshed often occur in the temple area, the residents of this area have a consensus, as long as there is still a little conscience left. No one will take any action against the priests of the Temple of Rebiwoda."

"The nearby residents are more or less under the care of priests. So I think the murderer is very likely to be an outsider, or a guy who just moved to the temple area."

The priest's pale, bloodless face was still frozen with fear before death, and her tongue stuck out of her lips oddly, her body twisting stiffly.

"This morning, her body was found in a dark alley next to the temple. It should have been attacked when she was out to take out the garbage late last night."

The priest's thin body was wearing the white robe of the Temple of Rebiwoda, but at this time the hem of the robe was shattered in half, and scattered bloodstains could be seen.

"She was strangled by the neck and suffocated to death."

The knight pointed to her neck, where there was a large dark red palm and finger print, and within the dark red mark was a shallow, thin wound.

The witcher said, "The murderer has a sharp weapon. He first took the poor girl with his weapon."

He held the girl's slender fingers and observed for a while.

"The girl struggled and fought back when she was attacked later. She had killer dander between her fingernails."

At this time, Yada, who was next to him, came over and said coldly, "If I catch this villain, I will peel him and hang him in the sun for three days and three nights, and let him die in pain."

"Then you have to be prepared."

Roy suddenly stood up and turned his eyes to the main entrance of Rebioda Hospital.

"The murderer is a newcomer. The method of committing the crime is very young, and he did not deal with the scene. There are too many suspicious traces." In the witcher's senses, there appeared a conspicuous pale yellow "ribbon" composed of a pungent smell and footprints. .

"His actions are simple and rude. He didn't kill people purely for the purpose of venting his desires. He was very scared... But he still has some brains, and he knows that the most dangerous place is the safest place..."

The witcher entered the main entrance of the hospital, and a group of knights and Princess Yada followed.

In the hall on the first floor, several female nurses stood at the door worriedly, and there were patients who were still sleeping soundly wrapped in white gauze lying on the scattered hospital beds.

And Roy and Leto strode toward the northwest corner of the hall.

"What do you mean, is the murderer in the hospital?" Yada raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise,

But the witcher didn't answer, their eyes turned to a ragged middle-aged man in the distance. The patient with gauze on his arm was sitting on the hospital bed in a daze.

"Navilen, why did you show up in the hospital?"

Naveron was awakened by the sudden voice, and looked at the group of knights who were surrounded by eyeing tigers, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

"Witcher?" He was stunned for a moment, then said with a strong neck, "I'm so poor that I don't have a single copper coin, so naturally I'm going to beg for Rebiuda's gift when I'm injured."

"How did you get hurt?"

"..."

"Sigh..." Roy sighed suddenly, and Anjin's eyes showed a complex color. Why didn't you hit this guy with the other leg yesterday?

"Little devil, I'll leave the rest to you." The bald-headed witcher looked on with his arms crossed over his chest.

"clear!"

The young witcher turned his eyes back and said sternly, "Why are you afraid?"

"Scared? I don't understand what you mean!" Nevelen turned to a group of knights and said with spittle, "Dear gentlemen, are you planning to join forces to bully me, a poor and helpless beggar?"

"Catch him." Roy said suddenly, "he's the murderer!"

Yada threw a suspicious look, and Roy stepped forward abruptly and grabbed Nevelen's two wrists to show them to everyone.

I saw a few strange bloodstains distributed on the wrists.

Roy forcibly removed the clothes on his stomach again, and all of a sudden, dense and shallow scratches were exposed to everyone's sight.

"Is it scratched by that poor priest when he was struggling?"

And Nevelyn blushed and resisted the huge power between the demon hunter's fists, roaring, "Despicable demon hunter, you are framing it!"

"My lords, Your Highness, Princess." Nevelen knelt on the bed and pleaded humbly to the knights, "Don't listen to this witcher's nonsense, he's talking nonsense and trying to frame me!"

"I still don't admit it..." Roy pursed his lips. "The wound on your hand is partly for disguise, and you cut yourself, right? And the wound on the priest's neck... with the same weapon, a dagger?"

"I guess you don't hide your weapon too far?"

The witcher observed Nevelyn's face, turned to look at the corner of the temple, "You hide him somewhere in the hospital, such as the toilet?"

Fright flashed in the man's eyes.

"This knight, please search the temple hospital. The focus is on the toilet. I suspect that there are murder weapons hidden there."

The knight glanced at Yada, who nodded, and he left with a group of colleagues.

And Nevelen's face was ashen, and he was still whispering "slander".

"Would you like to take off your trousers now and show you the ugly things that haven't been washed yet? That smell almost makes you vomit."

Naveron was completely silent.

"Killing the priestess for no reason? Are you fantasizing about turning back into that inhuman monster?"

The witcher thought of Aaron, the head of the sea scorpion who was willing to sacrifice himself for his children, and this guy,

"In the past, although you had a monster head, you were still a bit human and conscience, but now, you are just a monster in human skin!"

"And your stupid actions won't have any effect," Roy interrupted his last reverie, "Only priests of the God of Omen have powerful curse abilities. And the young priests of Rebiauda can't. "

"You are talking nonsense! Impossible!" Nevelen was horrified when he heard the words, and he rushed towards the witcher uncontrollably, but was caught by the arms of the two knights next to him, leaving him to struggle and defend.

Not long after, the Cleveland Cavaliers recovered the bloody dagger from the temple's toilet.

Princess Yada took a look and said, rubbing her leather gloves, "Witcher, you really impress me. The suspect was caught in less than a quarter of an hour."

"It doesn't matter if she doesn't admit it now..." Yada licked her lips, a look of excitement on her beautiful face, "There is no real murderer who can hold on to the end under my torture. When I confirm the identity of his murderer, two You can officially join the team of crusade against the half-murlocs.”

"But now?" Yada faced the trembling beggar, who clearly recognized the identity of the demon queen, "Pray. Hold on for a while and please me, maybe I'll give you a treat."

The princess of Temeria said with a bright smile, and then turned to the witcher,

"A good show is about to be staged, will you two come?"

Good show, abused Nevelen?

Although the other party is a scumbag, Roy has no interest in it.

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Torture first, and then set up the wooden stake in the center of the temple square... The Rebioda believers and nearby residents will be judged!" A flush of excitement appeared on Yada's white cheeks, "He must be tortured and radiant. Blood, wailing and dying... as a warning to the unscrupulous!"

Her Royal Highness's character is more like a man.

"His Royal Highness, Leto and I will not join in the fun... Back to Lord Mayor's mission," Roy asked, "When do you plan to go to Black Tern Island and how many people will you bring?"

"Witcher, rigid and uninteresting!" Yada waved her whip into the air, "Departing in the evening the day after tomorrow, this princess will have forty soldiers under her command."

"First go to Lake Vizima, spend the night in a village in the swamp, and take a canoe to Black Tern Island in the center of the lake the next morning."

"How many fallen murlocs are there in Lake Vizima?"

Yada's slender index finger rubbed her chin and thought for a while, "The first two times I and the Knights of the White Rose didn't go deep into the lake area, nor did I figure out how many murlocs were hiding in the lake area."

"But not less than a hundred."

The bald man's face became solemn, and a few half-murlocs were not enough, but when they appeared in groups, it was like a disaster.

Roy's eyes lit up, he thought of a wonderful idea...

Half-murlocs haunt lake waters, devour underwater creatures, especially fishy, ​​and have no resistance to fishy smells. If you make good use of this...

"Your Highness Princess, can you please send someone to prepare something...buy a lot from the market..."

Yada's pretty face first showed a suspicious look, and then her charming eyes lit up.