The Divine Hunter

"Mo Deng of the Flying Lions School? Never heard of it." Brother Serret squinted and stared at a marked map, "Are you sure he left the school's school in a hidden church in Toussaint. Equipment blueprint?"

"Roy, isn't this a prank to trick us into going to the wilderness?"

"Trust me, Mo Deng, the flying lion monster, does have a person, and the drawings are real!"

"Kid, what do you say about Cogrim?" The bald-headed man looked at another marked map, also full of doubts.

"Many years ago, Grandmaster Ivar Evil Eye sent him to look for the lost equipment blueprint of the Viper School. Who knows that this guy suddenly disappeared, lost contact with the school, and has not returned yet. Your ability... can see him die. In Temeria... White Orchard?"

"I'm not 100% sure. Cogrim's incident may have already happened, or it may still be in the future..." Roy answered truthfully, "but it's always right to go and see, if you can find a clue about that Your Excellency, It is also an unexpected joy to bring back an old member of the school."

White Orchard, as the place where Roy's dream started, he has long wanted to visit it.

"If you find the school equipment blueprint according to the map guide, you should always believe me and accompany me to Novigrad?"

The three big men nodded and kept the map on their chests.

"The journey to Temeria White Orchard is not too far, but it will take more than a month to get to and from Toussaint." Leto said solemnly, "It's not too late..."

"Wait, Boss Leto, can we go again in a few days?"

"Give me a reason."

Oakes rubbed his hands in the face of the surprised crowd,

"You guys are really... a bunch of old folks. There are three days left until August 1st, the Harvest Festival. Death row prisoners have a feast of decapitation, and witchers have the right to enjoy the Harvest Festival!"

"A proper amount of relaxation can help you concentrate before you do something big!"

Roy suddenly,

As one of the eight most traditional festivals, the Harvest Festival marks the beginning of the harvest season and midsummer, the moment of the first harvest in the fall, and the time to prepare for the fall.

On this day, people will eat food cooked from the first harvest of the year, and then take to the streets,

Celebrate by dancing around the bonfire.

"Crow's mouth! What kind of meal? Can't you say something nice?" Serret slapped his brother on the back of the head, his face softened, "I haven't enjoyed the first meal of the Harvest Festival in several years."

Witchers are an extremely dangerous profession, and they are in danger of dying at any time, so they know how to have fun in time than most ordinary people.

Even Leto, the unsmiling guy, silently accepted Oaks' suggestion.

"The harvest festival is much more grand than the summer solstice, kid, you should see it."

No one objected, their eyes were full of flames,

"Very good! It seems that we have reached a consensus. As a veteran who has participated in the thirty-two harvest festivals..." Oaks suddenly looked at the clothes of the three companions with a critical look, "I will give you advice on dressing, listen to Mine, keep yourself clean, and witchers can please women."

"I won't participate." Roy refused. He needed time to tame the little Griffin Goerfin.

"I remember you made a promise before that you won't miss all the actions of the Snake faction. Want to go back and quit the team so soon? Tell you, there's no way!" Oakes blinked at the two big men, and three eyes turned around.

"Roy, are you shy? In fact, you are not too young. All fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boys in the countryside of Aden have become fathers. Don't you feel panicked? It's time to learn to deal with your own desires."

Oakes continued to seduce, "If you feel awkward, then I won't interfere with your dress. Based on your appearance, even if you wear a leather jacket full of monster hair, blood, and odor, there are drunk women who are fascinated by you."

Roy quietly retreated to the door, why does it feel like three old darts are...

...

"You can't fall with them. If you have the first time, there will be a second time, restraint... restraint." Roy shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind. Only he knew the devil deep in his heart.

Sometimes too much energy is a side effect of the witcher mutation.

When there are no monsters to kill, this kind of energy that has nowhere to vent is a torment.

But some bad habits are indeed untouchable.

After he ran to the stable, he stroked the brown horse's neck, "Wilt, dear boy, I'm sorry I left you out during this time, but let us two bachelors spend the Harvest Festival together."

After listening to the master's words, the brown horse shook his head and snorted, pacing behind the other mare, grinning and revealing a set of big white teeth.

Then he suddenly raised his front hooves, and just like that... bravely lay on the rear of the mare.

"Ear... poof... Earl... poof..."

The heavy breathing and the pungent smell were intertwined for a while.

"It's not true!" Roy's face stiffened, "Even a hairy beast dares to protest to me?"

"stop!"

"Ear—" Wilt, who was forcibly stopped, whined at the unscrupulous master,

"Do you dare to laugh at your master next time?"

"Er...er..." The huge head shook lightly, and tears of grievance and repentance flowed from the big black eyes.

"Forget it, useless thing, let's continue!" Roy scolded with a smile, showing a little reluctance on his face - to tame the little griffin, you must first give up the existing mount.

"Wilt, even if no one chats with you in the future, you have to stay lively and be happy like that."

"Snapped!"

The blue-veined hand slapped the brown horse's butt.

Whether to remove the mount?

Yes!

In an instant, the telepathy between the witcher and Wilt was completely interrupted!

He closed his eyes and felt it carefully, but he could no longer listen to the voice of the brown horse...

There seemed to be something missing in my chest, empty.

However, Wirth didn't notice it and continued to work hard.

For it, even if the bond is lifted, the tacit understanding that was cultivated before is still there.

It still identifies with Roy as the master.

...

The young man took to the street.

On the eve of the Harvest Festival, the festive atmosphere in Sintra began to permeate. Under the warm sunshine in the morning, most of the pedestrians were in high spirits and greeted the surrounding citizens enthusiastically.

There were shy boys and girls hiding on the street corners and looking around, their eyes catching their favorite Harvest dance partners, and a family with their arms crossed the street, laughing and laughter.

Buildings on both sides of the street pulled up banners filled with messages of celebration, in several languages. Soldiers led craftsmen to measure the road and began to install wooden guardrails in preparation for the festival parade. Vendors along the way began to sell festival-related dresses, drinks, fireworks and firecrackers.

Everyone is indulging in the spirit of the upcoming holiday season.

Roy went straight to the tent in the middle of the market.

"Master, I haven't come to see Goerfin for several days." Galar, dressed in a brand-new blue silk robe, greeted him with a smile like a spring breeze. "The little guy can't eat what you think, and he lost several pounds!"

"Don't talk nonsense... I think it's well-fed and slept well, not to mention how comfortable its life is." Roy approached the iron cage, and Goerfin's body was not significantly bigger after a while, with pale yellow fur and The grey and white feathers are glossy and look healthy.

It was crawling in the cage like a lion resting after eating, licking its hooked paws lazily.

But it sensed the strange movement, tilted its head, turned its eyes to the witcher, and raised its head as if stimulated, and the calf-sized body stood up from the cage.

All of a sudden, Golfin's emotions became extremely excited - his black eyes flashed red, he stretched his neck and drilled his sharp beak out of the iron fence, and spit out his long scarlet tongue at the witcher, and let out a burst of "Goo, Goo" screeching noise... Sharp claws and strong wings thumped the cage as if to rip a piece of meat from him.

Roy has no doubt that if the cage is opened at this moment, it will attack immediately.

"It's only been a few days since I left, and the attitude has rebounded so violently...Using shock and deterrence to tame the griffin is really a bad idea."

If the griffin were so easy to domesticate, it would not be called the proudest animal in the world.

"Master... calm down, Goerfen didn't mean to lose his temper at you, it... It's probably entering puberty, and occasionally it can't be controlled..." Galar's thin face was oozing cold sweat, and he hurriedly explained, " It has been very obedient some time ago, and the exhibition every day is honest..."

Galar was very worried. If the other party killed the griffin in anger, his good days of guarding the booth and collecting money would come to an end.

"No need to explain, I won't hurt it." Roy Anjin's eyes met Griffin without flinching, "Give me the key to the cage, and you go out first."

"You, what are you doing?"

"Talk to it."

"You...you must be merciful!"

Galar's face struggled, and after a long time, he turned back three steps.

"By the way, Galar, whatever you hear later, don't worry! I'm just playing with it."

...

Roy sank his mind into the template and used up the upgraded attribute points——

Will: 11.5→12.5.

At this moment, the will attribute finally exceeded twice that of Goerfen, meeting the conditions for forced domestication.

"Will you resist, or will you be captured like Werther?" Roy quickly touched the long beak of the griffin that was attached to the outside of the cage. In the frantic agitation of the other party,

"Boom..." With a sound, the bottle cork of "Swallow" was removed.

"Gulugulu", black blood vessels appeared on the young man's face, and his expression became hideous.

"Actually, I can lock you up with iron chains first, and then forcibly domesticate you," Roy rubbed his fists, twisted his neck, and his bones rattled, "but to domesticate you in that despicable way, you must be Not convinced either."

"So I'll give you a chance, listen up, Golfing..." The witcher flexibly drew his five fingers in mid-air, and the leather armor all over his body began to flow yellow.

"If you can break free of domestication later, I will give you freedom! I swear by the honor of the snake witcher!"

"Otherwise, you will honestly be a mount for me in this life!"

"crunch-"

The iron door of the cage opened, and the witcher lowered his body and rushed over!

...

Outside the tent, Galar's expression was extremely wonderful.

In the dark crevice behind him, there were continuous sounds of collision, tearing, screaming, and the man's pain, as if a ninth-level "tsunami" was happening.

He glanced inside by chance, and the cage that locked Golphin shook violently, as if it would burst at any moment.

Reminiscent of a wobbly bed.

"Master Roy, what is he doing in the cage, and what is he doing to the little baby?" Galar could imagine a scene in his mind - the hideous and murderous witcher, who was putting the lonely and weak The little Griffin that helped was pressed down on the ground and violently smashed with fists.

Galar folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and lowered his head and beard trembling, praying in a low voice, "Goddess Freya bless... let poor Golphine live! The witcher... let him do it!"

After a full quarter of an hour, all movement in the tent disappeared.

"crunch-"

The iron cage door was pushed open again.

A slender figure walked out.

The dim sunlight shone through the tent cloth to reveal a young man who was in a state of embarrassment. The image was terrible. Before entering the cage, the intact black leather armor had broken through several holes and openings, revealing several bloody wounds. He was not spared, leaving a bruised bruise on his left cheek.

And he looked tired and staggered, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

"Master Roy...you, what happened, you were robbed?" Galar asked tremblingly, looking into the cage behind the witcher.

Did Golphin already?

"It's not a big deal, but it's just a little crazy playing with Golfing!" Roy blew a loud whistle, and in an instant, a little monster that was half lion and half eagle was thrown out of the iron cage.

It was described as a mess, with grey feathers and lion-like mane ragged, but eyes full of light, and a gust of wind rushed to the witcher's feet.

"Goo-goo-"

With a heart-shattering meek cry, the gryphon's hairy head rubbed against the witcher's leg, as if he were facing his biological parents.

Roy exhaled, and rhythmically slapped the griffin's neck with his left hand, his face became relieved.

Recalling the previous experience, my body is still aching.

Compared to Werther, Golfing is at least ten times more rebellious!

From the beginning of the forced domestication, he developed extreme hatred for him, and launched a frantic attack with fangs and claws.

Deterrence doesn't work either.

Roy is like a lonely boat on the sea in a stormy night, and the boat will be destroyed at any time. The only thing he can do is to ride on Golphin's back, hold on to its wings and neck mane, and rigidly avoid it. Attack and ram.

Once pulled away, forced domestication fails immediately.

Fighting with it head-on, I have no sharp teeth and claws, and I have to suffer a little.

You can only use the Quen Sigil to block attacks until the magic power is exhausted.

In the end, his health was reduced by one-third, his muscles were sore, his bones were about to fall apart, and he finally survived the torment for a quarter of an hour.

After all this time, Roy began to laugh at some of his thoughts.

A young griffin counterattack is so sharp. If you tame a witcher, Leto or Geralt, he will be killed within about ten seconds, and the target has to stay awake...the friendly relationship between them will be completely destroyed in the first place.

After all, humans are different from animals, and as long as it is normal, it is impossible to maintain goodwill towards the guy who wants to ride him.

If the target of domestication is replaced by the daughter of the ancients, Ciri, the will required for domestication is up to the standard, but once it starts, Roy can predict that the blood of the ancients in her body will inevitably runaway, and she may not be able to survive then.

...

Roy shook his head and put away those unrealistic thoughts.

It is a great luck to be able to tame Griffin Griffin. Not everyone can meet such a young griffin. Now everything is ready. When it grows up, he can experience the thrill of flying.

"Master Roy, are you going to take it away soon?" Galar licked his chapped lips and asked hesitantly.

"You keep raising..." Roy stroked Golfing's smooth back, a free babysitter was not so easy to find, "The exhibition can go on."

The witcher squatted down and patted the ground, and the little gryphon immediately lay down obediently, revealing his soft belly, allowing him to touch it.

The arm waved to the left like a flag, and the griffin immediately rolled to the left, and then to the right, and the griffin rolled to the right, like a well-trained domestic dog.

Galar was stunned.

"If Golphine suddenly disappears one day, no doubt, I'll take it, and your business will end there. Understand?"

"As you wish."

When he found a better place to settle, Roy summoned Golphine away, and then began to train his hunting ability.

After all, griffins can not only be used as mounts, but also one of the top predators in the animal world, a good partner for hunting demons!