The Divine Hunter

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the bright red sun rose to the center of the sky.

On the southeastern outskirts of Nuocheng, the dark and dilapidated Seven Cats Hotel.

The hotel was originally famous for the seven stray cats roaming nearby, but in fact the number is no longer the standard seven. Every year, many kittens are abducted by notorious villains, but more are born.

The number has remained around ten.

Near the hotel.

Jurgen, dressed in a black greasy cloak, was walking in the muddy ground full of animal excrement and pits. The slender horse's face had bruises that had not yet dissipated, and a scabbed wound across the bridge of the nose was the most striking.

The man carried a heavy linen bag on his shoulders, with a scruffy beard, like a savage who had just returned from hunting in the primeval forest.

The tawny cowhide boots sank into the mud and rose again.

A series of "puff puff..." sounds were emitted.

Beneath the half-painted white wall of the hotel, a fat orange cat kept meowing in unison.

"Pfft... meow..."

"Pfft... meow..."

For a while, outside the Seven Cats Hotel, a crappy musician seemed to be holding a small concert.

With an expressionless face, Jurgen slowly turned into the narrow and dark alley, and used a charcoal pen to draw a dagger symbol on the moss-covered wall at the entrance of the alley.

Entering the middle of the alley, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes and waited for a while.

"Ta, ta, ta..." There were rapid footsteps from the other end, and a man shrouded in a gray cloak, with a hood tightly covering his head, passed through the alley. He went straight past Jurgen, from Take the exit across the alley.

Around the seven cats for five minutes.

The man turned back suddenly.

"Lord Muskrat, bring the child with me," he said in a low voice and quickly to the bounty hunter, pulling back his hood to reveal a fair-skinned, chubby and solemn face with long, slender eyes. But it was as sharp as a falcon, and the fat on both cheeks hung down like a bulldog.

"Hmm..." Jurgen, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, frowned.

Opening his eyes, his dark pupils flashed a trace of tension.

Before he opened his mouth, the experienced fat man had already caught a glimpse of the corner of the sack on his shoulder.

What children are there.

It's all fucking yellow straw!

Fatty's face suddenly changed, he turned around and ran.

"despair--"

He just took a step.

The ghostly figure fell vertically, jumped out from behind the high wall above the alley, and stopped in front of him, blocking his way of escape.

A pair of amber vertical pupils and a cold face suddenly appeared in his eyes!

"despair--"

The same voice sounded behind him.

Two well-built men surrounded the fat man.

He lowered his head and raised his hands in honest surrender.

...

outskirts of Nuocheng.

A dark secret room.

Jurgen and his connector were all strapped to chairs.

His eyes widened and he looked around.

Oakes, Leto, and Gawain Samsa surrounded them with ironic eyes.

"This guy's name is Sebastian..." Gawain said. "A member of the city council, who runs two tailor shops in the business district. It specializes in serving big and powerful people."

The fat man looked extremely nervous.

"I got a seat of parliament by donating money." Gawain increased his voice, as if he was talking to a man, "It's less than two years since I joined the parliament."

"Then, Your Excellency Sebastian, why did you attack the Gawain family? What gave you the confidence to provoke a few masters, and yourself?"

"Just this bounty hunter helper, or your two shops?"

The fat man pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Several masters, I said everything and did as you ordered, can you spare my life?" Jurgen begged bitterly with pale cheeks.

"Shut up first!" Oaks taped his mouth unceremoniously, his eyes turned to the fat man, sharp as a knife, slicing through his fat body one by one.

"Mr. Senator, since you don't want to tell the truth, we can only use some means... Demon Hunter Seal?"

"No, that would be too cheap for you! You may not be able to maintain the most basic decency if you endure the pain."

"Your well-designed pants and clothes will be crawling with shit..."

"Don't! I said!" Fatty shouted.

"Your Excellency Olof, masters, calm down!" Sebastio smiled stiffly, his eyes flickered timidly, "Since you have caught me, I know everything and tell you everything!"

The witcher raised his chin at him.

Three pairs of eyes focused on him.

He sighed, and for a moment, panicked and walked away from him, as if a spotlight had fallen on his face - eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, all turned at an angle of sadness, and the puffy cheeks were vivid and bone-chilling sadness,

"The reason why I did this was really compelled. Before I came to Nuocheng, I lived in Tritog, the capital of Redania, in the northeast. I ran a tailor's shop and lived with my daughter Marianne. , happiness. After my wife died in childbirth, I regarded Marianne as the jewel in my palm, and I was afraid that it would melt in the palm of my hand.”

"But God has no eyes! Four years ago, my little Marian suffered from diphtheria, and I tried to find a cure to no avail. She died of complications."

The fat man squeezed a tear from the corners of his red eyes, and there was a faint turbid snot flowing from his big nose, "In order to forget this sad event, I moved to Nuocheng to start a new life. With my superb craftsmanship, my business is booming. , gradually opened up the situation.”

"I didn't think so... Two months ago, by chance, when I was passing by a civilian area, I saw a homeless girl..." His lips trembled, tears flashed in his eyes, and a happy smile appeared on his face. "She looks exactly like my little Marian!"

"I'm stunned, I'm mad with joy! Is this the grace of eternal fire? Send me another daughter to make up for my past regrets?!" He almost shouted, "I swear, I'm going to adopt She, let this little vagabond live a happy life like a princess."

"But she was chased away by a few little rascals! I chased like crazy, shouting!"

"She ran faster and faster..." The man's face showed deep remorse, "Because of my damn weight, I just passed her by like this."

"I used all my strength to find the girl, and I also put up a commission on the bulletin board. But I was busy, and finally I found out..." The man glanced at the witcher and collector with awe,

"She joined our orphanage?" Oakes said, looking deeply at the man with amber eyes,

"That's right..."

"what is her name?"

"I don't know, but her hair color is as dazzling as the sun at noon. She is about seven or eight years old, a thin little girl with delicate facial features."

"Why don't you go to the orphanage openly and talk to us..." Gao Wen asked, "If you are sincere to her, maybe she is willing to go with you."

The fat on Sebastian's cheeks trembled, he swallowed, his eyes swept over the three of them timidly,

"You...you have a bad reputation before...the orphanage was built in such a remote place again, and I thought it was used for other purposes...how dare I make excessive demands on you."

Gawain laughed and shook his head, he almost forgot that he still has a perverted identity.

"Isn't this taking the food out of the tiger's mouth? I'm afraid you will clean me up..." Sebastian turned to the silent bounty hunter beside him, "I can only hire a skilled hunter, unknowingly, while you don't know it. Take my Marianne when you watch."

"It's me who didn't think carefully... I'm guilty... I offended everyone!" He struggled in the chair, his face full of sincerity and guilt, as if he couldn't wait to kowtow to a few people to apologize!

"I'm willing to accept any punishment!"

"But please, let me meet that child!"

There was a long silence in the room.

The three listeners exchanged tacit glances.

"Pfft..." Oaks sneered suddenly, and the originally touching atmosphere was instantly broken.

He pretended to clapp his hands, "Sebastian Senator, I have to say that your acting is very good."

"The movement of your eyebrows, the frequency of blinking, the muscles in your face are all in perfect control." Gawain Samsa went on to say that as a shapeshifter, he has spent most of his life playing someone else, and he has a passion for acting. Set up your own theory.

"But that's the biggest problem..." Letho continued with a smile, "You were kidnapped by several mutants, plus a notorious collector... Your Excellency Collector, I mean the past, excuse me... Sebastian, You can bring a father who is worried about his daughter to life in such a critical situation."

"Excessive perfection is the biggest flaw!"

"So your Excellency has studied at the theater. Are you their contracted actor?" Oaks clasped his fingers together, pinching them, and gave the fat prisoner a grim smile.

"Shh-"

A sharp scalpel is inserted into the table.

"Since you like acting. Let's play with you. You play a righteous man who would rather die than give in."

"Let's play the brutal executioner who was tortured." Oakes smiled at Gawain.

"Your Excellency Collector, please go out first, the next scene may be a little less harmonious."

When Gao Wen heard the words, not only was he not worried, but a flash of excitement flashed on his face. The interest and taste of this body urged him to stay and participate in this bloody torture feast.

But he held back.

"You two, save them a life."

"clear--"

"Pfft!"

The door to the secret room slammed shut.

"Ahhhh! Don't! Don't move there, stop!"

Gawain Samsa leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes tightly.

Listening to the wailing and screaming in the room, his chest heaved and there was a hint of intoxication and enjoyment on his face.

Then he shook his head and slapped himself hard.

With a helpless expression on his face, he murmured and left.

...

After half an hour.

The two witchers left the secret room with solemn expressions.

"How, the two masters? Did you ask anything?" Gawain greeted him, "Does this guy have anything to do with the beggar king, the butcher, or the top of the city council?"

Leto shook his head, without the slightest smile on his face.

"We tried the Axi seal, and it made him suffer enough. But the answer of this senator is the same as before."

"Could it be that we have misunderstood?" Gawain pondered, "He is telling the truth."

"No, my intuition tells me that there must be a secret hidden in him," Oaks said firmly.

Leto shrugged his head back,

"There is another explanation for this situation - Sebastian had previously undergone rigorous training in secrecy."

"Neither the seal nor the torture could affect his mind."

"And usually guys with this background come from some huge and old official intelligence service."

The atmosphere was a little dignified for a while.

The wind and rain were about to come, and the haze shrouded the hearts of the three of them.

The collector lowered his face.

Is there really no way to get this guy to change his mind and tell his true purpose?

"You two, I actually have an idea. With my innate ability," Gawain clenched and loosened his grip, a look of anxiety appeared on Ying Lun's elegant face, "I can change into Sebastian, read him memory."

"Find out his true purpose."

The two witchers were overjoyed, and just as they were about to speak, they suddenly realized the embarrassed expression on the other side.

"There must be some kind of limitation in this method, right?"

"Because I'm still relatively young among the shapeshifters, and my ability to mimic is limited," Gawain said bitterly, "Once I change my current form, it's very difficult to return to the collector Olof Beard, unless— His body was observed intact."

"But he has already been smashed to ashes by all of you and thrown into the sea."

This means that once Gawain uses his mimetic ability to become Sebastian, he will never become a collector again.

He will lose his present rich and prosperous life, and the power in his hands.

And the witcher will lose a powerful ally.

"Forget it, there must be other ways." Leto shook his head. "At least we caught a target... I'll search his residence later to see if I can find new clues."

"As for you, Your Excellency Gawain, contact the two giants as soon as possible." Oakes said, "Find out their attitude and whether they have any connection with this guy."