The Divine Hunter

The Queen's House in the night, the intoxicating smell of wine and the simple and sweet organ are intertwined, men and women are intoxicated in this endless vertigo.

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several big men filed in from the door.

This time, instead of the usual two people, five witchers came to the Night Queen's house to have fun.

Along with Roy and Lesso, there were Brother Serit and Berengar, the swordsmith master, and they all sat side by side at the wine table at the door.

Brother Serret had a dusty look on his face, because he hadn't taken a bath for a long time, his hair and beard were messy, full of greasy and dandruff, and the black leather armor that was close to him had a faint patch of dried blood, exuding a strong rancid and fishy smell. .

"Four Bloody Marys and one more cider, thank you!"

"Wait a minute—" Salika, the sexy bartender in front of the wine cabinet, showed her three teeth slightly, smiled lightly, took out a row of fragrant wine, and then began to perform fancy bartending stunts.

"This trip is a week earlier than expected!" Oakes admired the swaying beauty of the bartender in front of him, shaking his legs as if suffering from ADHD, "Thanks to your horse, Roy. Werther is a good boy, I doubt it It has the excellent blood of the Mahakam pony, its endurance is amazing, and it has maintained a good level of physical strength throughout the trip. It is also very brave!" Under the light, Ox's face was red, and he looked a little excited. "The one on the Amer Mountain Do you have an impression of the Royal Griffon?"

"Coral specially warned." Roy took the spirits that the female bartender had prepared, the color of blood, and the compound smell of alcohol. He frowned and pushed the glass to Oaks.

Oaks was not polite, took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes comfortably, "The wine is strong enough! Roy, you still understand us. During this time, drinking Toussaint's wine, a bird is about to fade out of my mouth, just in need of coming. Balance your palate with some exciting wines. The place you choose is...well...surprising!"

"You mentioned the Royal Griffin..."

"Roy, can't you give big brother a little patience? This beast should be used to being domineering in the Amer Mountains, and he has no vigilance. He was easily seduced by Werther into the bear trap we arranged in advance, and then by I'll work with Serrit to get it right."

"Welter isn't injured, right?" Roy's heart tightened.

"You didn't see it just now. This horse is very clever, and I don't know how you usually train."

He hiccupped, "The road after crossing Amer Mountain is smooth, except that we met a group of robbers who don't have long eyes and contributed to our travel expenses. After entering the border of Toussaint, there were some twists and turns, That treasure map..."

"The location of the treasure map is wrong?" Roy's heart skipped a beat. Did he remember it wrong, or was there a deviation in history?

"The main reason is that your markings are too general... the western border of Toussaint, the prison, the hidden church, vague information, and the search area is terrifyingly large."

"Sorry," Roy took a sip of cider, and stuffed the little thing in the hood that was reaching for the drink curiously. "My hunch is out of control, you know, so you didn't find the blueprint?"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense!" Serrit glared at Oaks reproachfully, "Idiot, can you speak briefly and directly?"

"Although the process is tortuous, the result is still complete." Oaks sighed helplessly, "I'll make a long story short. Roy mentioned the life story of Mo Deng, the manticore (flying lion monster) witch hunter once in Taobao In a certain prison in Cente, I had a long knee-to-knuckle conversation with a Lapiada believer... Only after that did he complete his transformation, reborn, and embarked on the pilgrimage of Lapiada."

"More than 50 years have passed since the time of the incident. Finding Mo Deng's whereabouts is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. So I changed my mind and disguised as a believer of the Prophet Lebiyuda to communicate with the local believers, and I figured it out. The jailed believer, he's a big celebrity! He was in Bastoy Prison for a while."

"Thanks to my good brain and my articulation, otherwise it's just this wooden face-" Oakes looked at his brother,

With disgust on his face, "I can't hold back a word for a long time, and I can't ask anything."

"You mentioned prison!"

"Okay, okay, Bastoy Prison has fallen into disrepair and turned into ruins. We turned around and searched for a skeleton, and there was a surprise at the same time." Oaks smiled happily, Serret Tacitly, he took out a soft animal skin roll from the bag behind him, "The blueprint of the flying lion monster steel sword... Probably left over from the time when Mo Deng was imprisoned."

"Can you show me?" Belengar stretched out his hand, his eyes eager.

"Of course there's no problem, Master." Oaks touched the glass with Belengar, and the two drunkards took a big sip.

He handed over the blueprint again and winked at Roy. He couldn't understand how this guy fooled a master casting master.

"Only this one? Where's the blueprint of the silver sword?"

"Don't worry... We found a "Prisoner's Diary" from the corpse, which pointed out the location of the hidden church. From this, we infer that this corpse is the believer who taught Mo Deng at the beginning, but unfortunately he died. Didn't get out of jail either."

"According to the description of "The Prisoner's Diary", the hidden church is hidden in a remote cave. This cave is the cave where Rabbiuda received his first enlightenment, and it is also the starting point of the pilgrimage to Mo Deng."

"On this pilgrimage road, the flying lion monster hunter sacrificed a piece of equipment and a school blueprint. We made a major discovery along the way." Serret spread the burden completely in front of everyone: "Prisoner's Diary" , "The Diary of the Holy Beggar".

In addition to these two yellowed pages, there are three additional drawings of animal skins: blueprints for the lion's armor, boots, and pants.

"Look, the back of the blueprint!" Belengar's startled breath caught everyone's attention. He flipped the soft blueprint, revealing the dense teeny small print on the back.

"The 7th of the Scorching Sun, 1203

Give me strength, let me never fall!

Grant me forgiveness and never doubt!

Grant me tenacity, let me bravely abandon my old life and pursue a new faith! "

The witchers looked at each other in dismay. In addition to these few prayers, there was also a paragraph of Mo Deng's self-report.

"I, Mo Deng, a member of the Witcher School of Flying Lions, will begin my pilgrimage today. The starting point is in this cave, where Rebioda once fasted and meditated twenty-three times. Day and night. I swear to atone for my sins, to set out on the path of repentance, to remove all the shackles of my past life, to make myself a proud member of the Prophet's disciples, and to declare myself a whole new person.

I will now go to the Temple of Rebioda to meet the Holy Beggar. He was a sage who spent more time contemplating Rebioda's wisdom than anyone else in the world. I will follow his advice and follow his guidance on the road to redemption. "

These words roughly outline the mental journey of a witcher who turned his back on the school and fell into the arms of Saint Rabieda.

"I was stunned when I saw this letter for the first time!" Oaks laughed at himself, "I promise, this Morden is the first witcher who turned his back on the school and turned to religion. What was in his mind? What are you pretending to be, just live a free life and be a simple ascetic.”

Witchers have been instilled in the survival of the fittest since childhood and received endless cruel training. Once you have passed the green grass trial, you will be born and die in order to live, and you will not have the spare time to believe in any gods.

The vast majority of witchers are insulators of faith, trusting only the sword in their hands.

"Mo Deng, the flying lion monster school, there are very few related rumors. I didn't expect such a deviant guy to be born." Roy suddenly turned to Belengar, "Man, do you have any religious beliefs?"

The witcher, who calls himself a mercenary, has a depressed expression. He and Mo Deng do have one similarity—both have turned their backs on the school.

Belengar said firmly, "I only listen to my heart."

"Then have you thought about going back?"

"Boy, I warn you, drink as much as you want, don't mention that place to me, not a word!"

"as you wish."

Roy sighed, Belengar was really a tough bone to crack.

"Is this flying lion witcher still alive? Where has he been?"

"He said in the last letter that he would spread the holy name all the way north, past Aden and Kaldwin," Serret analyzed, "more than fifty years have passed, if he is still alive, probably Inside the Flying Dragon Mountains."

Roy memorized this sentence.

"Then why did Master Mo Deng switch to the arms of Lebioda, after decades of life experience, if he abandoned it, he would abandon it?"

"The reason, I can guess one or two." Lesso drank the strong drink and wiped his mouth. "The flying lion school, Grandmaster Ivar mentioned, is located east of the Blue Mountains, far away. The country of Hackland is adjacent to Zerekan. Hackland is extremely rich in herbal resources, so the Flying Lion Monster School has developed and utilized potions to the extreme." He paused, "The members of the school are all severely addicted to drugs. ."

"It also makes sense. In order to get rid of drug addiction, Mo Deng seeks spiritual sustenance from Lebi Oda." Serret pondered, "cut off all connections with the past."

"I carry several school blueprints with me, indicating that this guy has a high status in the Flying Lion Monster School, and may even be the same as the Grandmaster Ivar."

A sect veteran who turned to religion?

"Believe in Rebioda, what can you learn from it?"

Roy couldn't help but think of a sentence - the end of the witcher's way is theology?

Everyone was silent,

"This is not the whole blueprint." Oaks said slowly in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, "Serrit and I failed to complete the pilgrimage road, only to the front of the hidden church. According to the records on the murals, there is an existence behind the church. A deep cave, known as the Cave of Trials, is filled with poisonous gases and monsters, including water ghosts, Andraig, bat-winged devils, and vampire girls."

The sexy bartender who had been sitting quietly in front of the wine cabinet winked at him, while Oaks pointed at the empty wine glass carelessly.

"It's a pity that Serrit and I alone can't deal with the dangers in the cave, and only through the cave of trials can we reach the end of the pilgrimage road - the washing lake. I think the rest of the gloves and the silver sword blueprint should be there near the lake."

"You're right..." Roy and Lesso exchanged glances, "When Vizima's affairs are settled, the Snake faction should act collectively, go to Novigrad and wait for news. For now, let's convert the drawings into Actual combat power is what matters, Master—"

Belengar scrutinized the three armor blueprints and the steel sword blueprint, frowning, "Hackland, the place east of the Blue Mountains... The equipment casting method is slightly different from ours, and I have to spend extra It takes time to study. If all four pieces of equipment need to be cast, it is conservatively estimated that it will take a month.”

"Then it's your job... We'll get the materials together as soon as possible." With a hasty glance, Roy saw the high-cost materials such as anti-magic metal plates and dragon leather required on the blueprint. There was no doubt that he would bleed again, but The money on them is far from enough, they have to think of another way, "As for the reward..."

Belengar shook his head, "I owe you a favor for Kalkstein's entrustment, so the reward will be waived, but the materials must be prepared, and this is not cheap."

"Master, forge the armor first, one set is enough. As for the flying lion monster steel sword, we will talk about it later." Lesso suddenly reached out and waved in front of the wine table.

"Steel and silver swords of the Viper School, made by Master Berengar himself, two for one person."

"That's interesting, boss!"

Brother Serret opened the scabbard and stroked the smooth blade with his fingertips, his eyes lit up instantly,

"Good baby! With it, my pair of standard long swords on the bad street can finally retire honorably!" Oaks was excited and his voice changed, "But how much did it cost to forge so much at one time?"

"The money is almost gone."

"Roy willing?"

"You look down on me, Oaks? Am I the stingy kind?"

Afterwards, Leto slowly recounted the story of Cogrim in White Orchard.

"Another old man is gone." Serret Amber's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he raised his glass suddenly,

"Respect Cogrim!"

"Respect Cogrim!"

"Wow!" A black dog's head suddenly emerged from the hood behind Roy, sticking its tongue out excitedly.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

"What is this?" The four pairs of beast pupils locked onto it.

"Woooo..."

The pup's breath stagnated and suddenly retracted his head back to the hood.

"Boy, don't tell me you adopted a small animal?"

"How did it become a dog?" Leto asked,

"Uh... This is the masterpiece of the master alchemist... The pet Goerfin that randomly changes its form every day," Roy pursed his lips, "It's not very useful at the moment, but I won't know for sure in the future."

"Don't just talk about it, you go on."

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