The Divine Hunter

In the morning, the sun just came out from the sky. At this time in the past, wealthy people living in the Vizima trading area were still lying on their big soft beds, admiring the lazy sunlight outside the window.

There has been an abnormal situation in the past two months.

The wealthy in the trade zone seem to have become more industrious than the commoners.

Amat is one of them.

He got up early from the warm bed and the woman.

Following his hurried footsteps, the round waist of the bucket kept hitting the golden-green silk coat. He was like a tumbler. Taking a step, his bloated body swayed, and soon he was out of breath, and his face was white and chubby. Covered with sweat, he lowered his head from time to time and wiped the fine sweat with a white handkerchief.

A bodyguard with a big shoulder and a round waist followed closely behind him. There used to be two bodyguards, but Amat dismissed one.

Those who are more noble and richer than him have no such pomp, and he naturally dare not show off to bring two bodyguards.

Of course, no carriage was arranged. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, like a big fat pig running wild.

"Hey, my lord, be careful ahead, there is someone!"

It was too late for the bodyguard. Amat's fat body brought huge inertia, so that he didn't have time to brake, so he slammed into it. "Oh... yo!" The next moment, Amat was like a ball that hit a wall, bounced back suddenly, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bold! Where did the barbarians come from, dare to attack my family?"

In front of him was a bald-headed man with a burly stature like a hill. He was wearing a black cloak with two old sword hilts emerging from his shoulders. Behind him was a smaller man with a hood and cape.

The bald-headed man's beast pupils, which are very different from ordinary people, flashed with inexplicable light, causing the bodyguard to feel a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but not draw the matching sword from his waist.

"Sorry," the bald man stepped forward and helped Amat up from the ground. "My lord, take the liberty to ask, where are you in such a hurry?"

"Listen to your accent, foreigner? Be careful when you walk next time!" Amat patted the dust on his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead weakly, "If you knock me out, you will delay my listening. Can you take responsibility for the princess's teachings?"

"Princess? Are you talking about Yada?"

When Amat heard the sound, his eyes widened like sesame seeds.

"You dare to call your Highness by his first name?!"

"A person with a distinguished status like a princess will naturally not care about our petty citizens." The young man walked from behind the big man to the front, paused and said curiously, "As far as I know, Her Royal Highness Yada didn't go to the black more than two months ago. Tern Island crusades the fallen murlocs, what else did they do?"

"Exactly! With the help of Goddess Vivienne, Princess Yada cleared away the remnants of the fallen murlocs and lifted the crisis on the shore of Lake Vizima." Amat held his head high, as if to state his great achievements.

"Now Her Royal Highness has started preaching and spreading the gospel for the goddess in the temple area." Amat looked at the two of them up and down, "Look at the clothes of the two, are they mercenaries or bounty hunters?" The two of you may wish to go with me to the temple area. I will tell you responsibly that the Virtue Church is just starting up and has a shortage of manpower. It is absolutely promising to join in now, and it is much more stable than the work in your hands. "

"You mean Vivian, the goddess of the lake?"

When Amat heard the words, he folded his hands in reverence and said, "Lady in the lake, praise my lord, Vivienne."

...

The two witchers followed the fat rich businessman through the west street, from the trade area into the temple area. Then I was surprised to find that in the past, the dirty, rotten, and dark temple area, where the poor gathered, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The streets here are no longer full of vomit, excrement, and garbage, and all the filth has been swept clean. Although the streets are still a bit rundown and not beautiful, the cleanliness and tidyness are completely different from before.

The most important change is that there are no more sneaky villains and thieves lingering in the dark alleys. There are knights of the White Rose Knights in bright plate armor swept along the way to eliminate the gangsters who are doing bad things.

This kind of treatment used to be only available in high-level residences such as trade zones.

The four of them continued to move forward, and they came to the center of the temple area, next to the towering St. Rabiea Hospital, and at some point a colorful statue of ten tall was erected.

She has a fish tail, her algae-green hair slips down her shoulders, her hands are clasped in front of her chest, and her face is holy and inviolable. It knelt down and sat in the dark crowd, and you could see farmers, fishermen, laborers, small traders, and homeless people.

Most of them were dressed in shabby clothes, but listened to the holy voice with a pious expression.

A white-haired woman was at the head of the crowd. She was surrounded by several white rose knights. She was dressed in a light white robe. The tome is being read aloud in a passionate tone.

"Honor, to those who persevere to the end, to those who dare to challenge, and to those who never lie... Pity, distinguish between man and beast, and feel sympathy for their companions, never abandon the unfortunate, and the goddess has pity on him …”

Her voice is neither light nor heavy, but it has a strong infectious force, which makes people accept, recognize, and even convince.

Roy suppressed the trembling pendant between his neck.

In the witcher's senses, there was another situation. Following the white-haired woman's recitation rhythm, with the statue as the center, waves of magic power swept through everyone present. Two guests enter the crowd.

The sword of the lake girl, Arrondette, behind Roy was induced by homologous magic to tremble slightly, as if he was about to break free from the scabbard and flew towards the sacred statue.

But the weapon was already bound by Roy, and it couldn't go anywhere.

The witcher's thoughts moved, and the shaken Arrondette returned to peace.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom sound began to occur in his mind, a soft and sweet female voice, calling for the Knights of the Five Virtues, calling for the title of Roy of the Vizima Lake, and asking him to meet by the lake.

But not now.

He is Roy of Lake Vizima, and he is a witcher from the Snake Sect, and he has to go to White Orchard first.

Roy pleaded in his heart, "Please give me some time, Goddess Vivian, when I finish my work in White Orchard, I will come to see you immediately!"

In an instant, the calling in my mind stopped.

"More than two months, the scale of hundreds of people." After the two moved away from the statue, they were still surprised, especially Roy. He remembered the words he said to Yada before he left. Forgetting it, I didn't expect the other party to believe it. Not only did he create a church for the goddess in the lake, but it also developed very well, and they all began to invade the territory of the Prophet San Rebiaud.

It's normal for him to think about it. As Foltest's favorite princess and only daughter, Yada wants to do something in Vizima, the capital of Temeria, without any obstacles.

"I felt the magic of the goddess in the lake on that statue." Roy pondered, "Vivian acquiesced to Yada's actions and chose her as the spokesperson and high priest."

Lesso looked surprised, thinking about the problem in the way of a witcher, "The goddess of the lake, according to my experience, is similar to the ancient deer head spirit in the Mahakam Mountains, a magical creature that can absorb the beliefs of humans and strengthen itself. It’s the first time I’ve seen anyone who dares to stand under the sun and develop the church.”

"The two are not comparable. The goddess in the lake is much stronger, and has never harmed ordinary people. Apart from enjoying enjoyment, her nature tends to be kind." Roy said firmly.

According to the memory in my mind, there has never been a "Virtue Church" in the witcher world that worships the fairies in the lake, because most of the ladies in the lake are indifferent to fame and fortune, living in seclusion in the lake, and rarely showing up.

"Goddess Vivienne, why is it suddenly high-profile."

"After being suppressed by Dagon for many years, has the concept changed?" Roy had a guess in his heart, "So he took the opportunity to accept my proposal to Yada."

The goddess of the lake has a huge advantage over Meritelli, Rebioda, and Cliff's many beliefs - she truly exists in the world, can show "miracles" at any time, and has the halo of a lot of legends. It is not difficult to gather believers.

"History has changed, and the development of the world has begun to deviate from my cognition. Inexplicably, a Virtue Church has appeared. Will the Salamander Gang and the Knights of the Flaming Rose appear in the future?"

"What's the matter, kid, his face is so ugly."

Roy shook his head, anxious and looking forward to it.

"The group of believers just now were so fanatical. After a while, something must go wrong," said the bald man.

"Her Royal Highness Princess and the Knight of the White Rose are all involved, there's no way... what's going on?"

"Wait and see."

Afterwards, the two witchers left Vizima City and headed towards White Orchard thirty miles northeast of the outskirts.