The Divine Hunter

"Vicky, how are you feeling, is there any discomfort?"

In the courtyard of Gao Wen's house, nineteen orphans surrounded the frightened girl, her sincere faces almost covered her whole body, and her pair of black eyes flashed with worry.

"Does it still hurt here?" A little girl with braided horns and missing two front teeth held her friend's hand in her arms, and kept exhaling heat at the bruise on the back of her hand.

"It's alright, Renee, it doesn't hurt at all..." Vicky shook her head, her heart was warm, and she looked around in a very moved voice, and said loudly, "You didn't see Mr. Oakes showing off his power, and the tall man hasn't brought me out yet. Woods was caught and beaten until his nose was bruised."

"Who is that bastard?!"

"Perhaps a human trafficker?"

"We've got to help Vicky out!"

A commotion broke out among the boys.

The five reserve witcher apprentices led by Carl, Monty and Chanem emerged from the pile of children with fierce eyes, rushed to Vicky, and announced loudly,

"That 'human trafficker' dares to bully you. We must beat him again!"

"Let him find his teeth all over the place!"

"Cry louder than a baby!"

Little boy's heart.

It is also their responsibility to protect the companions of the orphanage, especially the beautiful girls!

"Yes, you guys are the strongest, run fast, and usually learn stick dance from the teacher!"

A girl with short ear-length hair and a few freckles around her nose joined in and waved her pink fist excitedly.

"You will be able to defeat him together!"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not a wooden stick, that's a training sword, we practice swordsmanship!"

Karl explained anxiously, and suddenly covered his forehead with a "ouch".

"Little bastard, who do you want to hit? This guy with thin arms and short legs, would you tickle him?"

Vesemir quietly appeared in the courtyard.

Immediately the children exploded like a swarm,

And quickly lined up in a neat queue, with their heads held high and full of energy!

Not even Vicky.

No one ran off shoes this time.

Amber's pupils slowly swept across the small faces, and the old man admired their reaction speed, secretly thinking that the training method of the Brotherhood is to have two brushes.

The surface remained silent.

"Children, from today onwards, all stay in the classroom honestly... You are not allowed to go out without permission. You are not allowed to enter the woods!"

"Teacher, how do you deal with that bad guy and trafficker?!" Monty raised his hand.

"He will be punished as he deserves!" Vesemir glanced at the closed wooden door behind him, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Now, the five of you are out of the line..." The old man smiled brightly, "Practice the 'stick dance' with me, and the plow position starts!"

"The rest go back to the classroom and review yesterday's lessons!"

"Prepare for a test!"

...

Dark secret room.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a thin and dull face.

The man was tied to a chair by Wuhuada, and in front of him was an old and blackened wooden table, with tweezers, pliers, scalpels and other torture tools.

Several men with beast vertical pupils surrounded him.

"Name?"

"Jurgen."

"age?"

"Forty-two."

"What identity, where did it come from?"

"Bounty hunter, from Nimna..."

"Nimna is a city northeast of Novigrad," Aiden, who was familiar with the terrain, explained to his companions, "belongs to Redania."

Serret maintained the Axifa seal in the air with his left hand, and continued to ask, with a low voice like thunder, "What's your purpose in hiding in the alder forest? Why kidnap the child?"

"Hmm..." The man shook his head lightly, and a ray of light flashed in his blank black pupils.

His expression showed a hint of struggle.

"Don't say it, it doesn't matter, we have more time to play slowly." Oaks picked up a scalpel on the table and turned it a few times, silver lightning circling at his fingertips.

But he didn't get a chance to show off.

Jurgen spoke intermittently, "I took the commission... I kept my eye on the orphanage... I took the opportunity to capture a girl."

The five witchers present showed fierce light.

The orphanage is the root of the Brotherhood, and there must be no mistakes!

"Could it be those traffickers who kill thousands of knives?" Lambert pondered.

"One student can't feed the pack of jackals," Leto shook his head. "They won't make such a noise if they make a move."

"Why did you take that girl? Where are you going to send her?" Serrit continued. "And with whom?"

"Send it to the southeastern suburb of Nuocheng, in the alley behind the Seven Cats Hotel, and hand it over to the employer... Employer, I don't know the name or identity."

"how does he look like?"

"A man in his thirties, about 1.8 meters tall, very fat, over 200 pounds, reddish-brown hair, flat nose, small eyes, white skin, no beard..."

The five witchers present looked thoughtful, but could not remember where they had seen this face.

"No matter who this bastard is, if he dares to attack Gawain's house, his claws must be chopped off!" Oakes roared and slammed his fist on the table.

"That would be too cheap for him," Lambert said in a shrill voice, with the scar on the left side of his face glowing faintly. "I'm going to send him to the ghouls! Watch him be torn to shreds!"

Despite their short time together, the witchers have come to regard the children of the orphanage as scumbags.

...

Aiden, who was watching, was eager to try.

There are few opportunities to join forces with several witchers.

He also wanted to see the actual combat effectiveness of the members of the Brotherhood.

"Don't worry, guys," Serrit continued. "When will we meet?"

"A week later..."

Serrit asked the vague Jurgen connection code, whether he had hidden companions elsewhere, and how much he was paid.

Then let him pass out.

"Looks like we've been too relaxed recently...to let such a little mouse sneak around for half a month." Serret shook his head and sneered, "I'm quite brave, for the reward of three hundred crowns, dare to break in The 'dragon' lair. Tired of living."

In fact, with more than ten witchers working together, slaughtering green dragons has no problem, so they are more dangerous than dragons.

And there are no jewels and diamonds in their lair.

In every way, invading the witcher's hometown was a wrong and stupid decision.

"What do you guys think?"

"Maybe it's a task assigned by the Beggar King or the Butcher..." Oakes guessed, rubbing his chin. "We tried to keep a low profile, but the local snakes still found clues. They can't just sit back and watch the witchers grow?"

"It doesn't have to be a gang, don't forget another faction," Letho said, "The Church of Eternal Fire is more defensive about witchers, and the butcher or the beggar king at least maintain a peace agreement with us, not too much. May suddenly turn around."

"I don't think so." Serret shook his head. "Eternal Fire's attitude towards witchers is far from the same disgust it treats shapeshifters. Stealing a child? It doesn't conform to Eternal Fire's style at all."

"Cough, cough, guys, I also have an idea..." Aiden interjected, "In addition to the beggar king, butcher, and eternal fire in your mouth, it may also be Novigrad's city council playing tricks."

"Everyone should have some experience. Many members of the upper class hate and hate witchers for no reason. They can't wait to get rid of us and then hurry up."

Among the prophecies that Aiden heard from Lambert's mouth, he was killed by a group of nobles' tricks.

He had to grow his mind.

The atmosphere in the room was a little quiet for a while.

Before that, the witchers didn't care, but now it's calculated.

There are quite a few potential enemies in Nuocheng.

Eternal Fire, City Council, Beggar King and Butcher.

No matter which organization turns its face, it cannot be easily dismissed.

"We have to prepare both hands." Leisuo touched his bright bald head, "Contact Your Excellency Gawain, listen to his advice, plan for the worst, and formulate a plan to join forces to defend against the enemy."

Amber's pupils swept to the sleepy man, "Secondly, we must make this guy submissive, and then we must do our best to find out the real murderer behind the scenes, and see who is sacred and what is his idea!"

"It just happened that I haven't been able to move my bones for a long time..." Oaks grinned, showing his mouth full of white teeth, and pinched his fingers, "It's like dealing with Alphonse Manor again!"

"If you want to do it, count me in!" Aiden's reddish-brown pupils shimmered, and the burn under his thin lips became more and more hideous.

"Move your little brains! In a civilized society, let's use civilized methods!" Serret retorted,

"If the last bloody incident repeats itself, in Nuocheng, we will become wanted criminals!" He changed his words.

"Even if you have to do it, you must control the battle within a certain range, and the impact should not be too bad."

"After all, we are no longer alone, and the orphanage has to continue to grow!"

"Would you like to call Roy, Escal and Vulture back?" Lambert asked.

"For the time being..." Lesso pondered for a moment, "Everyone has been working hard, there will be a vigil at night... Say hello to the children, and don't enter the woods recently."

"Take care of your children at home! Think about a way out."

"In the afternoon, I will visit Your Excellency Gawain."

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