The Divine Hunter

Roy followed Geralt through a few wooden doors, turned a small twisting bend, a dark corridor, and entered the left side of the castle hall, a kitchen full of baskets of vegetables, a row of cured pork and a few fresh meat steaks.

There was an old man busy in front of a big iron pot in the center of the kitchen.

He wears a patchwork armor of cotton, chain, leather and metal,

He was strong and straight, with brown hair pulled back younger than Geralt's white hair, and a beard on his upper lip.

On the weather-beaten, vicissitudes of the cheeks, the nasolabial and forehead lines are deep, but the skin is shiny, and the eyes are black and flexible, looking much younger than the actual age, about the equivalent of a fifty-year-old ordinary human.

And it can be vaguely seen from his upright facial features that this old man must have been a man of the hour who was not inferior to Dandelion when he was young.

But Roy knew that he was not much younger than Kyle Mohan.

Vesemir

Sex: Male

Age: 304

Status: Master Wolf Sect Demon Hunter A great master who is proficient in various wolf sect skills.

Life: 200

Mana: 160

Attributes:

Strength: 22

agile:?

Constitution: 20

Perception: 15

Will: 10

Charisma: 8

Spirit: 16

Skill:

Witcher Seal 10, Alchemy 10, Meditation 8, Cat School Longsword Swordsmanship 10, Wolf School Longsword Swordsmanship 10, Bear School Longsword Swordsmanship 10, Witcher Senses 10.

Crisis intuition passively solidified

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"Geralt, who is this young man?" The old man put the spoon in his hand into the broth in the big iron pot, swept his eyes to the young witcher, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes softened.

"It's nice to meet you, Master Vesemir, I'm the Snake Sect witcher who just visited Kermorhan today, Roy." The young man looked at the spirited old man with no respect on his face. Covering it up, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Today finally made up for a regret in the past.

Since the defense of Kyle Mohan, I have seen the living old man again.

"Oh, I can't remember decades or ten years, I haven't seen such a young witcher as you." Vesemir smiled heartily, wiping his messy beard, "You're still so handsome, when I see your old man, I think of it. When I was young, can you come over and let me, my old bones, relive the lost youth?"

Roy walked over,

The old man immediately gave him a bear hug, which was quickly released, and the big rough hand shook his hand vigorously and enthusiastically, "Roy, welcome to Kyle Morhan!"

"Stay for a while, the two schools have a good exchange, and add some popularity to this old house."

"As you wish."

"I have to say that the Viper School's luck is so good that it is enviable that it ran from the south to the north, and it can recruit suitable apprentices and pass the green grass trial more smoothly." Vesemir noticed his dark gold pupils, Thinking of the bad situation of the wolf faction, he sighed, "But boy, why do you look at me like an acquaintance?"

"Geralt mentioned you to me," Roy glanced at the smiling white wolf next to him, "You are an amazing mentor, the guardian of Kyle Morhan."

"Stop! Polite child, keep boasting, the old man will lose sleep tonight because of jealousy!" Vesemir lifted the spoon again and put the cleaver on the stove, "We'll talk about the rest when we drink, It's your turn to cook, cook the dish you are best at, and don't make them wait too long."

Anjin's pupils glanced at the wild boar and the big iron pot hanging in the air, and Roy smiled happily.

"Geralt, don't stand still, bring a basket of tomatoes!"

On the 23rd, late.

Kyle Morhan Hall.

The glow of the fireplace and candlesticks illuminated a table of steaming delicacies: roasted forest deer, meat stew in a large iron pot with seasonal vegetables and fruit.

Four snake witchers from afar, and the castle's master, four wolf witchers,

Gathered together, around a rectangular table covered with a red tablecloth,

"Kyle Morhan has been alone for many years and has no one to visit. Today, it is a rare occasion to welcome four guests. It is really a great event. Geralt, Lambert, and Escal, toast together and toast to a few distinguished guests!"

The eldest Vesemir raised his glass and drank the low-alcohol brew from potato peels!

A few people followed closely and slammed into a cup.

The foam splashed all over, and a few satisfied wine burps sounded.

"Everyone, enjoy yourself, just treat this as your own home, don't be polite to us!"

"Haha, then we're welcome!"

The atmosphere at the table was hot, and everyone spoke freely.

"Hey Roy, what's this dish called, it tastes amazing! Why haven't I seen you make it before?" Ox, sweating profusely, inserted a long strip from a large iron pot in the center of the table and covered it all over the place. Boar boar in a rich red gravy in your mouth.

He swallowed greedily without chewing, licked the grease off the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed a very satisfied expression.

"That's right, Snake Pie, I've never eaten a dish with this flavor," Lambert inserted a piece of paper-thin potato from the cauldron, shoved it into his mouth, grinned so hot, The knife and fork couldn't stop and continued to reach into the iron pot.

"Nilfgaard's specialty, or did you create it yourself?"

"Uh, everyone has won the prize. In fact, this is the first time I tried this dish tonight, and I didn't expect it to be so popular." Roy looked at the seven sweaty witchers, smiling from ear to ear.

Even the old man ate his mouth full of oil, and the speed of the knife and fork was not inferior to that of the young man.

"How did you think of it?" Lambert bemoaned. "Why didn't we think of this approach before? It's been in vain for decades."

"As for the source of inspiration, since snake pie and wolf pie can sit on the same table thousands of miles away. So why can't potatoes, mushrooms, wild boar spice, and all kinds of ingredients be mixed together and stewed in a big iron pot. "

"As you can see, after mixing, the taste of the dishes is surprising."

Roy suffered a sudden pain in the back of his foot.

Turning around, the corners of his mouth twitched and he glanced at the bald man beside him who was nibbling on a leg of lamb as if nothing had happened.

Vesemir, who was sitting in the main seat, heard the words thoughtfully, put the knife and fork on the dinner plate, and raised the wine glass, "It is rare for a young man to have such superb craftsmanship, to compare the old man, let us enjoy the world that is hard to find. delicious!"

"This cup to Roy!"

"To Roy!"

"Lesso, tell me, why did the Snake Pie move all the way from the south to the north." Escal swallowed the stewed taro and asked, "In recent years, the north has become more and more difficult to get along with, and the number of monsters and commissions has decreased year by year. , people hate seeing witchers more and more."

Escal thought of a bad experience and laughed at himself, "In poor rural areas, even in big cities, many families with children, seeing mutants, directly take precautions as thieves."

"I'm curious, the conditions are worse in the south?"

"Actually, after the new emperor Emhyr came to power, it was not bad for non-human races." The bald man took a sip of strong wine and his tone was dull, "At least more than Radovid of Redania and Henselt of Kaedwen. Be gentle."

"But who told His Majesty the Emperor to take a fancy to the fortress of the Snake faction and think that Gersveld at the edge of the deep valley is an extremely important strategic area."

"Emhyr originally planned to send troops to attack and capture the fortress, but for some reason, he abandoned this plan."

"Gusvid escaped temporarily."

The old man of the wolf faction changed his face when he heard the words, and remembered an unbearable memory.

"It's even more unfortunate to say that Kyle Morhan. A long time ago, a group of farmers, thugs and mages gathered and raided the castle, which is where we are now eating." The old man recalled, "Occupying the fortress for a long time, killing Most of the members stole everything of value."

Vesemir suddenly sighed. During the catastrophe, as a swordsman teacher, he fainted under the corpses of members of the school and escaped.

As for Geralt and Escal, they were not yet born.

"Snake faction and wolf faction, the two schools are not as good as before, and there are only four active members left."

When the old man's words came out, everyone present couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Leto continued to explain, "Serrit, Ox and I have seen through it, and we can't hand our fate to the nobles above."

"We have to find another way of life and come to the north to develop. Facts have proved that this is the right choice, but after more than a year, the school has added a new member." The bald man glanced at the students who were chewing on chicken legs with relief.

"But before looking for a place to re-establish the Viper School, we must first say hello to those who live in the north and establish stable connections."

Lesuo's eyes slowly swept across the four wolf factions, and said loudly,

"Everyone is a witcher, and the same kind is more considerate of the same kind."

"If there are difficulties and troubles, we can support each other and tide over the difficulties!"

"Especially in the current environment, the witcher is in a difficult situation, as if no matter what we do, it is a big mistake in the eyes of humans! I believe you have a deep understanding."

Geralt, the butcher of Blaviken, nodded slightly.

"Gulu" Escal took a sip of wine, his expression desolate.

"Master Lesso is right. I think the four are also reasonable and willing to make a mutual aid agreement with you. Of course, there is no problem." Mohan's principle of neutrality, can't interfere in politics!"

"And don't hold your hopes too much, all the members of the wolf faction are here, and there are only four people in total, including my old bones, which are really limited."

"Master Vesemir is humble," Leto said sincerely. "You are most likely the oldest witcher at present. Your life experience is worth three or four capable men."

The old man nodded, took a sip of wine, "The specific content of the agreement, we will discuss it later, anyway, you have to stay for a month, there is a lot of time!"

He also had to spend some time inspecting the Serpent Witcher.

"cheers!"

"Dude, to be more specific, how did you kidnap this kid?" Lambert frowned and said in distress, "I found that the law of accident is not so bright, and I haven't received an apprentice after trying for decades. It took a year to find a student.”

"Be patient, you're still young!" Geralt tried to explain.

Vesemir and Eskar are taking the opportunity to quickly eliminate the wild boar in the big iron pot.

"Isn't it, Lambert, you are still recruiting apprentices by accident law?" Oakes suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly,

successfully attract the audience.

"Everyone, the Law of Accidents will not work for a long time, the witcher should keep up with the times!" Oaks raised his glass high, his dry cheeks gleaming in the firelight, "Roy is not the son of accident, his participation is extremely It's legendary, and it will definitely leave an indelible mark in the history of the witcher in the future."

"Cough cough." Leto seemed to be choking on his wine.

Oaks' voice changed, and he sold off.

"How he got here, I'll explain to you later."

Now that Roy's origins are mentioned in his mind, the kid will definitely use the topic to talk about the fraternity.

"Okay, I'll wait for the answer." Lambert didn't insist, "Next, how are you going to rebuild the school?"

"First of all, you need a lot of money." He snapped his fingers, with a serious look on his face. "Secondly, it's not just about money to buy land and get official approval."

"Third, if you don't obey the law of accident, how do you plan to recruit apprentices and how to avoid being regarded as human traffickers by the public?"

Vesemir stopped eating.

Several wolf factions pricked up their ears.

"We made a big deal in Novigrad about the money problem, and it was enough to solve it successfully," Serret said. "It's not hard to find a place."

No matter how bad they are, they still have a laboratory under the island of the Temple of Nuocheng.

"As for how to recruit apprentices." Serret smiled. "The world is very big, and many children who have no parents and can't get enough to eat have to give them a choice, and they will risk their lives to grab it."

"It's not an accidental child, it can't form the bond of destiny." Geralt put down his knife and fork, and said sternly, "The grass trial is a death sentence for them."

"I'm not the exception?!" Dark Gold's pupils swept Geralt and Escal, Roy retorted,

"And what if it's an accidental son? Accidental sons don't necessarily want to be a witcher's apprentice."

"In order for the school to continue, changes must be made!"

Escal suddenly touched the hideous scar on his right face,

Geralt's pupils shrank as he remembered the little princess he had left in Sintra.

"Everyone, don't talk about such a heavy topic at the dinner table." Vesemir tapped the dinner plate, "Let's take it easy."

"What are you waiting for, Geralt, it starts with you!" Lambert suddenly became excited, he waited for this moment for a long time, and couldn't wait to share and show off his hunting experience with the new guests, "This year , how many women have you slept with?!"

"Then it's my turn, Escal, and Wei, let's talk one by one!"

"Are you sure?" White Wolf squinted his eyes and glanced at his friend's stinky face, with "disdain" written on his rigid face.

"Don't you dare, Geralt? Don't tell me you've been abstinent for a year!?"

"Should I come first?" Oakes said unwillingly, "I dated a sorceress in Arethusa this year."

"A petite blonde beauty!"

The dim light of the fire lit up a bunch of murmuring faces with wretched expressions.

The old man Vesemir seemed to feel that the meat in the pot was not so fragrant, and his body quietly tilted towards the discussion area.

The youngest witcher sighed helplessly.

It seems that tonight is a sleepless night!