The Divine Hunter

The afternoon passed quietly. When the sun went down and the twilight began to close, the young witcher left the gate of Academy Island and returned to the temporary dormitory outside the Academy Island, where he joined Leto and Linus Pete and his party. .

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Roy moved his nose, and a strong smell of alcohol and cheap perfume on women came from the three big men, "Don't you mean to inquire about news?!"

"Stop arguing, business matters," Lesso reprimanded the two of them and gave Oaks another look, "Now let's talk about the discovery this afternoon."

Oakes glared at Roy with a smile, and then slowly said, "We just left the Philosopher's Gate in the afternoon when we found someone following behind," Oaks couldn't help sneering, "I guarantee those three guys never Knowing the witcher, botched performance like a few mice stalking a cat. Then we'll just count..."

…

In Oaks' description, everyone roughly clarified the context of the whole thing. The local gangster in Ossenford, led by Frodimi, a small gangster organization called the Redania Wild Boar Army, kidnapped Chang Zainiu. Whishaw, who traded in bulk in the Fort Market, tortured him about the rare zoo in the Cow Fort College, and turned to the idea of ​​these rare animals.

In addition, the Redania Wild Boar Army and a big figure in Novigrad have reached a consensus. During this period of time, they have been secretly planning to prepare ferry boats, drugs and weapons. According to Oaks' analysis, drugs should refer to those animals. narcotic drugs.

They will infiltrate Oxenfurt College tomorrow night, steal rare animals, and transport them to Novigrad for crossover.

"I've been kept in the dark all the time?" Linus Pitt's face turned pale and he was sweating coldly. He couldn't imagine how heartbroken it would be to lose these treasures that he regarded as his faith. "Fortunately, these robbers underestimated your abilities. A few masters..." The Niubao scholar turned to the witcher pleadingly.

"Mr. Linus, there's no need to say more," Oaks showed a hideous smile, clasped his palms together, and squeezed the knuckles of his knuckles. How about gathering in that room, and then come and catch it all in one go?"

"I'm afraid not," Linus Peet hesitated. "Although several masters discovered the plans of the Redania Boar Army, they did not have any solid evidence to prove that they killed Whishaw and dealt with mine. Rare animals have bad intentions."

"And just now Master Oaks mentioned Frodimi..." Linus said with a pause.

"So what?" Oaks asked curiously.

"I have heard from colleagues in the Department of Humanities and History that,

The name Phlodimi is rare, and no accident refers to a direct member of the Ifric family, whose ancestors had followed the great Radovid I to create the Redania dynasty, a founder of the country. hero. It is unbelievable that the descendants of a great family could be degenerate to make a living by such unsavory means. "

"By the way, the symbol of their family is a wild boar."

"Is it hard to deal with?"

Linus shook his head, "On the contrary, the Ifric family is not as good as the previous generation, and is now completely in decline, barely considered a minor noble. However, they still retain a certain influence in the local area, and there is no conclusive evidence to confirm it. There is no cure for Frodimi's sins."

Ferius, who had been silent for a long time, interjected indifferently, "Mr. Linus, witchers have their own criteria for judging. Think about what this group of people has done, just idle and harass the public, and now they have killed another group of people. The identity of the murderer, is it worth using evidence to judge them?"

The cat faction witcher said categorically, "We only need a few alchemy bombs, and we can make a whole room of people incapacitated. And with our five witchers, plus Cantila, it's enough to block all the exits of the villa, don't let it go. A fish that slipped through the net."

"Then kill them..." Phrius made a throat-slashing gesture, and a cold light flashed in his gray-green eyes, "Kill them all to avoid future troubles."

"This is the best option."

The little boy was startled by his teacher's words, and shrank his shoulders suddenly.

Others have different expressions.

Linus Pete's face paled and he said cautiously, "Master Phrius, I think that those guys are not guilty enough to die. It would be too much to kill them all?"

Although Niubao Scholars hate this group of people for killing their own students, their dispositions are still sensible and gentle.

He prefers to use the law to punish the executioners.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Linus," Leto said, shaking his bright bald head, "Owl is kidding you. Downtown areas like Osenfurt are not suitable for massacres, and it is best to deal with them according to the law."

"I'm not kidding..." Ferius said solemnly, stroking the student's hair soothingly.

"We have to respect Mr. Linus' opinion. If he wants evidence, then try to find a way to get the stolen goods." Leto concluded, "We pretend we don't know anything, let the wild boar army act, and wait for them to enter the academy. After that, wait for the opportunity to make a move, come and get the stolen goods!"

"It's the perfect fit..." Linus breathed a sigh of relief. "I will notify the security department of the academy tomorrow, and assign some personnel to cooperate with the master, so that those guys will never come back."

"It doesn't have to be..." Serret declined. "If outsiders get involved, it will disrupt the rhythm. What do you think, Roy? Roy?!"

"Huh?" The young witcher woke up from a dream.

"Kid, this kind of pinch distraction is not your style."

"Sorry... but I don't have an opinion, it's up to everyone to discuss." The young witcher still seemed lost, and he was thinking of something else.

"Frodimi, the Ifric family, I seem to have accidentally provoked an old acquaintance again."

He thought that the Ifric family was healthy at this point in time, so the story of the Heart of Stone should not have happened yet.

…

The next day, the seaside villa.

"Ogierde, you don't look very well, and you didn't sleep well last night?" Frodimi looked at his brother's dark circles and teased, "Is it because Alice isn't here that I can't sleep alone?"

The brothers of the Ifric family are all tall and tall, but Ogild is more handsome, while Frodimi's facial features are too angular and look fierce.

"Enough! I don't want to hear her name today..." Ogiard rubbed his brows irritably, Alice was indeed brought home by his mother-in-law and father-in-law yesterday.

But his own insomnia is another matter, stemming from a very real nightmare.

The scene in the dream made him confused, fearful and hopeless at the same time.

"Dream and reality are often the opposite," Ogierde could only comfort himself.

"My poor brother, look at your bad face, don't put too much pressure on yourself." Frodimi put his arms around his brother's shoulder, turned abruptly, and faced the forty or so people in the hall.

This group of people are all between the ages of 20 and 30. They are dressed simply, their skin is tanned by the sun, their bodies are lean, and their eyes are a little more hostile than ordinary farmers.

There was still a hint of excitement and eagerness on the young faces.

"The brothers are all ready. After the 'goods' are shipped tonight, the balance will be exchanged. Let's wrap up the silver cloud and relax!"

Olgierd took a deep breath and suppressed his unease,

"How's the market going?"

"Don't worry, Punk has 'convinced' the fish and meat hawkers that the 'seasoning' has been added, just wait for Linus Pete to send someone to pick it up."

"We deliberately increased the dose, enough to stun the dragon... About two hours after eating, the anesthetic took effect, and the dozen or so animals would sleep for at least a day and a night, at our mercy."

"As for the witcher," Frodimi smiled disdainfully, "it's nothing to worry about drinking and having fun like yesterday."