The Divine Hunter

A carriage pulled out of Old Vizima and headed east to Foltest Castle.

"Tell me, Yada, what's going on?" The witcher's cheeks twitched, and he was greedily biting at the white bread with fresh vegetables and beef, drinking goat's milk from time to time.

Lying in the coffin and eating dry food for three days, the witcher's hunger level has reached the threshold, and he feels that he can eat a cow now.

"Do you still have an impression, why did the curse recur?"

Yada sat opposite him, in the innermost position of the carriage.

The princess of Vizima was much more civilized, with her slender fingers slowly tearing the bread into shreds, and then stuffing her red lips into small bites, with an aristocratic elegance.

At this moment, she put on a clean black lace dress, no longer the most calm state in the coffin.

A black ruffled lady's hat concealed her unkempt red hair. She was still wearing the witcher's large cloak, and her figure under the cloak was significantly thinner than a week ago.

Roy has witnessed this with his own eyes. The willow waist that Yingying holds has been thin to a certain extent, and it is not as fit as before.

"My last memory," Yada looked at the witcher in a trance, and pulled on her cloak, as if feeling a little cold. "Take off the talisman, drank the potion Abigail prepared for me, and then I was unconscious until I woke up from the coffin."

"What potion?" The witcher raised an eyebrow.

"A kind of elixir that can break the curse on me..." Yada's narrow eyes flashed with memories, "Abigail and I confirmed... More than 20 years ago, Oskar, who cursed my mother and me, Tritt, as expected, believed in lion-faced spiders. That bastard had been active in the sewers, the sanctuary of evil omens, and according to Abigail, he asked the high priest at the time for a curse method."

"It's also the source of my bad luck. And Abigail, as a priest of the God of Bad Omen, has the power to solve it for me."

The witcher lowered his head, as expected.

Yada thought about it for a while, and said mockingly, "I still remember the elixir's formula. It includes three drops of wolf blood, three drops of bile from a woman who had just been buried... and my father Foltest. The blood... several key ingredients that allow her to formulate the so-called elixir to break the curse."

"His Royal Highness..." Roy rolled his eyes, "Is your trust in Abigail a little too much? As far as I know,

Blood can be enchanted. You're not afraid of Abigail using Foltest's blood against him. He is your father, the king of Temeria. "

"Want to curse a king? It's not that easy," said Yada. "Foltest has countless magical talismans hidden in places where no ordinary person can see it. No curse can work on him. If you want to threaten his life, unless—" Yada stared at Roy and pondered, "Unless a demon hunter with extraordinary skills like you becomes an assassin."

"puff--"

"What's the matter with you, Roy?"

"Well...it's alright, I choked after eating too fast." The witcher wiped the goat's milk from the corner of his mouth and the cold sweat from his forehead, "His Royal Highness, don't be kidding. I can't be an assassin, and the snake demon hunter is more Won't."

"I'm just making an analogy..." Yada was a little curious about why the witcher reacted so violently to this topic.

"Let's get back to the point." The witcher hiccupped. "Based on what you just said, there is no doubt that it was Abigail who had awakened the curse in your body with the potion. She was doing it right. Vizima's royal advisors cast the curse out of your body once and for all."

"After this curse strikes, you will no longer become a vampire bird."

Yada nodded, and then muttered to herself, "Abigail has already made an agreement with me, swore an oath to the lion-faced spider, but backtracked! This little bitch... I can't spare her!"

"She knows the price of betraying me very well." Yada said coldly, "I have found out the root of the god of evil omens in Vizima. As long as I want, I can uproot Vizima's god of bad omens at any time. , isn't she afraid?"

"Maybe she didn't lie," Roy suggested another possibility, "only after the curse broke out, it could be completely cleared up, but it was mixed with some selfishness, and she moved other hands and feet... As for what she thought. , we'll figure it out when we catch it back and confront it. Now—"

The witcher opened the curtain of the carriage, and he saw Foltest Castle standing in the morning light not far away, "You'd better think about it first, how to explain it to His Majesty the King later."

"No need to explain..." Yada looked right, "This is what Foltest owes my mother and me..."

Yada's mother was Foltest's sister, and her name was also Yada.

"After meeting Foltest, can you help me find Abigail?"

...

On the golden throne sat Foltest, with three royal advisors still standing behind him, and the old yellow-skinned dog prostrate at his feet.

Yada came from the entrance at the other end of the palace, stepped on the saffron wool carpet, passed the halberd-wielding guards wearing silver armor on both sides, and walked to Foltest.

The three witchers followed her, standing under the stairs in front of the throne.

"Yada, my daughter, come and let me take a good look..."

The king held her hand tightly, looked at her pale face, was silent for a while, then closed his eyes and sighed, a pain in his bright eyes, "I'm sorry for your mother for not being able to take good care of you. "

"It's not your fault." Yada lowered her pretty face and said calmly.

"I didn't care enough about you this time that people hurt you," Foltest said. "Fortunately, everything can be repaired. Tell me, which bastard caused you to suffer from the curse, and I will take He peeled off his skin and cramped, and hung it on the square as a blanket!"

"No one is doing evil... You know, no one in Vizima dares to offend me. This incident was just an accident, because I accidentally lost the talisman." Yada pursed her lips and explained, the royal advisor and Foltest clearly did not believe this excuse. "The specific situation, I will explain to you in private."

The king was patient for the time being and did not force Yada to tell the truth. He has always been so.

"Witcher!" Foltest turned his eyes to the three people below, "You risked your life to save my priceless treasure this time, and I want to reward you!"

"Tell me..." Foltest's magnetic voice was encouraging, "what do you want."

"Your Majesty, you can mention any reward?" Oaks' lively voice sounded, and his amber eyes were full of desire.

But his naked intentions blocked the king's words, Foltest pondered for a moment, "I will meet most of your requirements, with a few exceptions. For example, like in a fairy tale, put the princess To the warrior who saved her as a wife. It's just a joke, it's impossible."

"Uh... Your Majesty." Oakes said sternly, "We are not arrogant to that level yet."

The king nodded, and the sight of the few witchers was immediately pleasing to the eye.

"Your Majesty, can you give us a piece of territory?" Oaks suddenly called out.

The faces of the three royal advisors became strange, and the king's face continued to stiffen as if he was blocked by a mouthful of old phlegm.

Reward site?

The witcher's request has an underlying premise.

The premise of the king's award of territory is to grant noble titles. If he, the King of Temeria, made the witcher a noble of the kingdom, he would be the laughing stock of the entire North.

There is but one example of this extraordinary reward.

In the not-too-distant future, Lelia and Livia's queen Mi Wei, because Geralt made an accidental accident and rescued him, promoted Geralt exceptionally and awarded him the title of knight in the kingdom.

This also fulfilled the title of Geralt of Rivia.

But it was not the age of war, and the price of this request was too great, and Foltest hesitated for a moment.

"Your Majesty, we can leave the territory." The youngest witcher below rescued him.

"Three warriors, what do you think of the two thousand oren?" Foltest made a suggestion, he would rather pay more money.

"We're not greedy for money either..." Roy turned to look at his companions, and when he saw them nodding, he looked directly into the king's eyes and said solemnly, "If possible, can you give us a little help for this group of humble witchers? Correct the reputation and wash away the trumped-up infamy that has been placed on our heads."

"Tell me about it carefully." Foltest sat back on the throne again, his face became unsightly.

"You know, witchers have always had a bad reputation among the people. Residents of big cities know how to restrain themselves, but in the countryside, many ignorant villagers spread our rumors that witchers are perverts and freaks. , monsters that drink blood, and countless notorieties that are made up on us."

"As witchers, we have endured this slander for too long... You, King of Temeria, need only a few notices to correct these false claims throughout the kingdom."

"Witchers don't need a hero's reputation, and they don't need to be popular," Roy glanced at his companions. "We just want to be like ordinary people and not suffer inexplicable malice and condemnation."

"That's all."

"You... are really lions talking!"

Foltest felt his daughter pull his sleeves, so he didn't immediately refuse. "I need time to think about it. When I think about it clearly, you will naturally know the answer."

...

"Roy, is this the request you hid before?" The three witchers walked out of Foltest Castle side by side. "Isn't Oren beautiful and charming?"

Oaks was a little puzzled.

"It's rare to have a chance to face the king of Temeria. We must take the initiative to fight for something." Roy explained, "We have to rebuild the school in the north, and we have to correct that bad reputation?"

"It's better to start with Vizima and Temeria!"

"Actually, Roy's opinion is right. Even if you have money and status, it's not enough to buy land..." Serrit glanced at the blue sky, "There must be capital to attract students to join. The law of accident alone is enough. To recruit talents, a witcher can only receive one or two students in a lifetime or a hundred or so years.

"But the monarch of a country, how much weight does his words have in the hearts of the people? In a word, we have been busy for hundreds of years at the top."

"Are you thinking too far?" Oakes rubbed his chin. "There is no sign of the new base of the Snake faction, and the foundation of the house has not been beaten. Already thinking of recruiting apprentices? Roy, you are still just an apprentice."

"Of course I understand that this is just an extravagant hope," Roy shook his head and sighed, "Foltest has a high probability of rejecting my request. After all, that request is too vague, I just give it a try."

"In the end, we should still get some money."

"It's enough to have money," Oakes said.

"Even if you get the remuneration, it will be kept by me."

"..."

"Roy, do you know how to respect seniors?! You must leave us some money for drinking."

"Don't worry, I remember. Did you two go to the sewers for the past three days? Don't tell Ms. Keira to be with you all the time."

"You don't get out of bed for three days, do you think I'm a brown horse? Of course I've been there, and I ran for nothing. Abigail was not in the secret room or the temple area, and he escaped long ago."

"What about her parishioners?"

Serrit shook his head and paused, "We searched the residences of some believers of the God of Bad Omen according to the list, and there was no one."

"Just so, Leto and Belengar are still forging, let's keep searching, how about earning some extra money?"