The Divine Hunter

"hiss--"

In the laboratory under the Temple Island, on the operating table lay a slender man with a light shirt showing his well-proportioned muscles.

He curled up into a ball, clutching his lower abdomen, trembling all over his body, and his teeth chattering. This tremor centered on his chest and abdomen, like waves of continuous waves, reaching the tips of his fingers, and even hairs.

The man's handsome cheeks were covered with sweat, dripping down, and the operating table was soaked through.

His facial features were twisted in pain, his eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to be about to bite his teeth, revealing scarlet gums.

The complexion has been scalded with boiling water and turned red.

The blood vessels under the skin, like a loach in the clay, wriggled wildly.

Beside the operating table, a gorgeous woman in a black gauze dress gently patted his back with one hand and touched his hot forehead with the other.

The flawless face of the melon seeds is inlaid with a pair of charming almond eyes, as blue as the sky, and the charming red lips are tightly pressed.

The pretty face is full of worry and unbearable.

According to the established procedure, Roy should have been tortured by the shiver virus alone.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Rita Ned couldn't help but feel distressed.

"I'll help you relieve the pain."

"No! No!" The man suddenly regained consciousness, turned his face with difficulty, and the dark golden pupil flashed a firmness, giving her a reassuring look, and the trembling hand that seemed to stretch out from hot water grasped her little hands.

"Coral... trust me, I can hold it!"

Roy's heart was also bitter, but he had to get through it so that the raging virus could completely destroy his immunity. Only his body can meet the transformation of the flying lion monster green herbal medicine with the "most tolerant" attitude.

But the originally strong physique has become a burden at this step.

And this is the first of the three viruses.

Everyone in the Witcher Brotherhood is trying...how can I fail?

"breathe…"

Roy's cheeks deformed in pain,

Sweat seeped from under the flushed skin like a fountain, and every muscle squirmed and cramped like an earthworm.

It was not clear whether sweat or tears formed a tear trough on the lower eyelid.

He grins, sinks into the template, his life collapses).

activation!

Swah——

His health instantly increased by 51 points.

A coolness fell from Tianling Gaier and poured into his limbs. The pain was greatly relieved. He was so comfortable that he rolled over on the operating table, making a vague "uuuuu" sound, rolling his eyes, turning from head to toe. A thrill.

The witcher showed his neat white teeth and a relaxed smile.

"The children of Gawain's house are handed over to my brother to guard!"

"Leave the mutation to me!"

...

In a luxury villa in the wealthy district of Nuocheng.

Gawain Samsa, dressed in a purple silk robe, was leisurely drinking tea in the parlor on the second floor, while waiting for his swordsmanship lessons every weekend.

Although he is not skilled in swordsmanship, he enjoys the feeling of sweating to the fullest. The most important thing is that he can stay away from the threat of eternal fire when a skilled witcher stays by his side.

After a sudden knock on the door.

A strong, bald-headed man stepped into the door.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Gawain."

"Good day, Master Leto, let's start now?" Gao Wen stood up eagerly, his thin and weak body barely turned in place, raised the sword body made of air, moved his palm and forearm, and made A crappy swordsmanship move similar to the bull's stance. "Those brats can't wait to learn new swordsmanship, like the Angel Marching style from Verolidan you said last time!"

"Unfortunately, I can only live up to the expectations of the brothers this afternoon..." Lesuo walked over to the desk and sat down, while Gawain thoughtfully poured him a cup of hot tea and made a gesture of listening intently.

"We caught a little mouse in the alder bushes around the orphanage..."

five minutes later.

The smile on the collector's face subsided, and he leaned back on the boarskin swivel chair.

"Nimna's bounty hunter, ordered to kidnap the children of the orphanage?" The index finger rubbed his temple, Gawain shook his head, "Sorry, Master Letho, I have never seen this bounty hunter, and the one you described A middle-aged man in his thirties with reddish brown hair and a chubby body has no impression at all."

"But it's not completely bad news, it shows that the guy's status will not be too high, and he doesn't have much power in his hands!" Gao Wen said, "I didn't participate in the party that day and night these few months, and I didn't participate in vain. According to Olof's memory and my banquet experience, this behind-the-scenes employer cannot be the president or vice president of any association."

"I've got the looks of those high-society figures firmly in my mind."

"So the eternal fire?" Leto asked.

"Eternal Fire is a huge monster. It has churches and believers all over the world. Novigrad is its headquarters, and the archbishop controls the overall situation."

"In recent years, the archbishop has sought political power far more than he cares about the spiritual life of the citizens... The power of eternal fire has been continuously developed to other cities, and he has no time to work hard for a few witchers."

"And the sheriff of Eternal Fire, Chapelle, the opponent who has been chasing me for many years, has been under my eyes all the time, but there is no obvious abnormality."

"In addition, the Gawain House has never violated the interests of the church, and our alliance has always strictly followed the laws of Novigrad."

"There is no reason for Eternal Fire to take action. They must at least find out the obvious evidence - to send temple guards, bring steel swords and anti-magic metal shackles to investigate, instead of hiring some sneaky person from a foreign land. Bounty Hunter."

Leto nodded, as they discussed.

"There is also another situation where some pawns of the city council are interfering with it." Gawain guessed, "because he dislikes witchers and orphanages. You should know that many famous people are pure." racist'."

"So when the city council holds a meeting, I'll keep an eye on that fat man for you... There are more than 100 councillors, and I can't remember them all."

"It's your job, Your Excellency Gawain." Lexo paused, "I have another question, is it possible that the remaining two giants shot?"

"The butcher hasn't contacted me for more than a month... Our old friend Francis has also behaved abnormally recently." Gawain pushed back his chair, walked to the window sill, put his hands on the edge of the window, and turned his back to the witcher. , "My subordinate reported a piece of news that in the area under my jurisdiction, the number of beggars has increased by about a quarter in the past two weeks."

"According to the previous law, in the severe winter season, there will be fewer beggars on the street."

"I noticed it on the way when I came... They were very alert, and their eyes were erratic." The bald man recalled, "So the beggar king is deliberately monitoring our movements."

"So it's possible that the mutation of Gawain's house has something to do with the two of them."

The witcher sighed, he didn't want to tear up the hard-won peace agreement.

"Your Excellency Gawain, if this accident was the work of the beggar king and the butcher, what advice do you have?"

"Don't act rashly. I believe that with the force of the masters, it is easy to deal with two mortals."

"It can even kill most of the rebels unscathed, and make the gang of the Beggar King and the Butcher fall apart."

"But we also have to pay the price." Gao Wen tapped the window lattice with his index finger gently, and a helpless look flashed across his feminine cheeks, "To make a big move is to break the rules of Nuocheng for the second time, and it will inevitably break the bottom line of this city. We will Become the public enemy of this city, the target of all public criticism."

"Including Eternal Fire, the city council, the craftsmen's association, the building association...all of these will stand against us."

"We can't move an inch!" Gawain exhaled and said sincerely, "The witcher's force should be used as a trump card, a strategic deterrent, not an easy use."

"Small fights and negotiations between gang members are conventional weapons, so I will invite the Beggar King and the Butcher out for you."

"Let's negotiate face to face, find out their attitudes, and resolve differences." Gawain said seriously, "Of course, if they are at fault, they must compensate the frightened children in the orphanage!"

"Pay the price for offense!"

"Then do as you say!"

...

"Does the master still keep the prisoner's life?"

Leto shrugged. "We're going to follow suit."

"Very good, let's see if we can find out the employer behind it, and then negotiate with more confidence!"

"Next, I will send a team of fifty people to return to the orphanage with you to protect the safety of the children. You don't need to worry about the issue of accommodation."

"If someone attacks again!" A cold smile appeared on Gao Wen's handsome face, and his tone became cold, "Tear our faces upright."

"Then we won't be polite anymore!"