The Divine Hunter

The weather became clear again, the bright sunshine lasted for many days, and the climate officially entered the rhythm of late autumn.

The witcher rode for a week toward the northwest, getting closer and closer to the Pontar. According to the original plan, they would arrive at the Barony of La Valetti, east of Velen, where they would cross the Pontar by boat and enter Ossenfort on the north bank, with at least a week to go.

After this week of running-in, the boy Karl barely adapted to life in the wilderness. He dined and slept with the witcher's master every day. He used wild vegetables and barbecued meat to satisfy his hunger. At the same time, he survived the disease. The sunken cheeks were also rosy and plump.

But the age of seven or eight is a fun-loving grade, and his mind is immature, and Karl can't accept too harsh and intensive training, so Flius simply taught him a set of cat exercises to exercise his body, and occasionally Based on local materials, explain to him the physiological habits and weaknesses of those wild animals that appear in the wilderness.

The Oakes brothers were quite critical of his training methods, but Phrius was a stubborn guy in this regard.

The Oakes brothers had a fight with him for that.

In addition, this week, Roy has also asked Phrius for advice on swordsmanship many times. The cat-style swordsmanship focuses more on actual combat and has a more aggressive style. It was very frustrating to lose.

But this kind of high-efficiency combat made Roy's swordsmanship progress faster. He felt that it would not be long before long sword specialization could be upgraded to lv2.

...

That night, the witchers rushed to the frontier of Velen, and set up camp in the middle of several bizarre boulders.

"Roy, can you let me play with Golphin?" Carl ran over and looked at the witcher eagerly. The boy fell completely after he stumbled across that cute little thing last time.

After all, men and women have little resistance to cute things in childhood.

Roy caressed his forehead helplessly, and at the same time felt a little funny. Goelphin has always pestered him the most. Recently, Golphin has been stalked and beaten by this child and has become a little scared, and even reacted abnormally. Small dried fish do not have much appetite.

"Little devil, how many times have I said it? Golphin is not your doll, you can't keep pestering it. And... don't look at me like that, it's very good for girls to do this, but boys do this It will make people misunderstood. If you meet some perverted nobles, it will be bad!"

Carl's eyes were red, and his thin lips were choked up.

"Crybaby! Don't you cry like that in front of monsters and robbers... That's all, that's all..." Thinking that the child had just lost all his relatives, Roy still resolutely took it out of the hood, his eyes filled with despair and meowing. The called orange cat stuffed it to him.

"Gelphine is good," the boy hugged the struggling orange cat, rubbed its back gently, with a cheerful expression, "I picked some sage with my teacher today, how about you try it?"

"Little devil, I warn you, don't feed it all those messes, Golfin has a problem, watch me not smash your ass!"

...

Roy sat back by the campfire and began to process the roe deer, skin and bone, sprinkle with wine and spices, and put on the grill.

During this time, after grilling all kinds of wild animals in the wilderness, his cooking skills have grown rapidly. There seems to be something in the template that is about to awaken, but these are all sidelines, and his main energy is on the related training of the witcher.

On the other side of the bonfire, the Oakes brothers were bragging about something in high spirits, and could faintly hear words such as sorceress, high-level vampire, etc., while Phryus, opposite them, was wearing sunglasses, trying to make a cold and expressionless expression. He looked like he did, but the way he bent down slightly and listened attentively betrayed his true thoughts.

He is also very interested in women.

"Bloody guy."

Leto muttered and sat down beside Roy.

"Little devil, I see that you and that boy had a good chat. Are you excited and want to find an apprentice?"

"Do you think I can be a teacher?" Roy rolled his eyes at the bald man. "I don't have the slightest interest in that crybaby."

"Is it a crybaby?" Lesso's pupils reflected the jumping firelight, and his eyes were drawn away. "No problem, I haven't seen you cry in the past year. It's not like a child of this age at all."

"Of course..." Roy brushed a layer of mustard powder on the groundhog's skin, "I'm not an ordinary person."

"I know, Your Excellency the Prophet with the blood of the ancients, what kind of disciples are you going to recruit in the future?" Lesso took a sip of wine. He enjoyed the atmosphere of chatting with his companions around the fire at night.

"I want to improve the mutant formula of Snake Pie, and Coral can help me." Roy said calmly, "And then take a girl as an apprentice."

"Are you serious?" The bald man frowned, "Girls are not easy to take care of..."

"I don't think so..." Roy held back his smile and said with a serious face, "Male witcher and female apprentice, this is the absolute happiness and the most efficient combination, and you don't have to waste time going to the tavern anymore. , brothels for fun."

Amidst the lively discussions, chewing food and swallowing drinks, the night became dark, and gradually, the camp became quiet.

...

Roy was licked and woken up by something. He came back to his senses from the meditation. He saw a fleshy cat face in front of him.

It was late at night, and the orange bonfire in the camp was still burning quietly.

"Golfing, what's the situation, dare to disturb my rest? Be careful to starve you for a day!"

"Shh-"

The cat demon hunter came to Roy at some point, made a silent gesture with his index finger around his mouth, and then pointed to the edge of the camp, under the huge rock.

The moonlight made a thin back, and he stood up straight, with his back to the witchers, his limbs stiff, his head bowed, and he didn't move. Like a human-shaped stone sculpture.

"Karl? What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Roy tucked Golphine into the hood behind his head, and followed Phrius slowly over.

Brother Serret and Leto woke up early, and they were also watching Carl's state.

Everyone walked in front of the boy, but saw his expressionless, cold and frightening face, as if they did not see the people in front of them at all, and their eyes were fixed on the dark night outside the camp.

Sleepwalking!

Everyone exchanged glances, tacitly keeping quiet.

There are many folk theories about sleepwalking, including various sequelae that may be triggered by forcibly awakening sleepwalkers.

They didn't act rashly, but Carl moved suddenly!

The little boy rushed into the dark night, with the witcher closely behind him. To their surprise, the boy in the sleepwalking state turned into a elk running in the wilderness, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and ran for more than an hour.

The witcher chased for about ten miles, until the moon and stars dimmed, the sky turned gray, and ran from the wilderness to the edge of a swamp.

The water here is misty and lingering, and the shallow puddles are buried in thick muddy swamps.

And the boy stopped in front of the half stump.

A bloody dagger was stuck in the cross section of the stump, and the boy pulled it up and slowly placed it on his ear.

He grinned, looking quite skilled with the knife.

"Shit!" Phrius rushed over and slashed the dagger, then hugged the boy's body and shook it vigorously, almost breaking him to pieces, "What the hell is wrong with you, little monkey, by the devil Possessed!?"

"Teacher, I...I..." Carl's pupils shrank for a moment, and then his face was confused, as if he had just woken up from sleep, "I don't remember, what happened just now?"

"You're going to cut off your ears, kid," Oakes said cursingly. "I've never seen such an idiot sleepwalker!"

"If everyone was like Carl, the sleepwalkers would be dead by now," Serret said.

"Guys, it's clear that Carl isn't sleepwalking!" Roy glanced at the deep swamp fog and said solemnly, "I think something in this Weren swamp is guiding him. Think about it, just He is a little boy with the weakest willpower and is most easily confused by some dirty things."

Everyone fell into silence, no one expected that such an inexplicable accident would happen suddenly, and they had no clue.

If the witcher was not alert enough in his sleep, the horror would have irreversible consequences.

"Roy is right."

At this time, Lesso, who was squatting beside the tree stump to check, suddenly raised his right hand and showed everyone a blood-stained ear between his two fingers, "This dagger, Karl's strange behavior is not an accidental sleepwalking episode," Amber said. The cold pupils shot out a cold light, "Something is playing tricks!"