The Divine Hunter

The night will pass away.

The witcher sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, sinking into the template.

Skill points confirmed!

Meditation lv7→lv8

(After each round of complete meditation, one "activation" will be reserved, and after use, 40% → 50% of health and mana will be quickly restored)

Constitution: 22.5→23

Health: 305→310

Spirit: 20.5→21

Mana: 285→290

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Attribute point confirmed!

Will: 20→21

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Roy closed his eyes for a moment, exhaled, and looked out the window.

There was a ray of white light in the gray sky, and the icy, wet wind blowing from the sea was invigorating.

Turning their heads, Ignatius and Cohen were still snoring and sleeping with their heads covered.

He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, Golfin tucked his hood into his hood and gently pushed open the door.

In front of the snow-colored courtyard, near the cliff by the sea.

The great master of the Griffin Sect was facing away from him, quietly overlooking the wanton ocean below, like an ancient stone sculpture on the edge of a cliff.

Experienced the vicissitudes of life, the years have changed.

The back is deep and vast.

But not the slightest bit angry.

"Master Kelda, did the investigation progress last night?" Roy stood beside him and looked sideways, "What happened to the Griffin Spirit?"

Kelda's expression was very strange, her eyes were melancholy, and there was a trace of reluctance and nostalgia between her eyebrows.

It was as if something precious was about to be lost.

"child,

I have to thank you, because of the unforeseen circumstances last night, I discovered details that I have been neglecting in the past. "

"But sorry, I can't give you the answer when it comes to the Griffin's most important secret," Kelda said, "and you must leave Kael Siren as soon as possible...before tonight!"

"Are you kidding me?" Roy raised his eyebrows, put his hands around his chest, and looked up and down the old face, "This is how the Griffin sect treats guests? Is this what you keep telling me?"

"That's how the world works, and there will always be accidents inadvertently, breaking your plan... and it won't change at your own will." Kelda's tone was flat,

"If there is a chance in the future, Kyle Siren will compensate you well."

"What did I do wrong to offend Your Excellency?" Roy didn't give up, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes,

"You didn't like what you said yesterday about the Witcher Brotherhood?"

"Child, in your eyes, I am such a small-bellied person? It has nothing to do with that, although the brotherhood in your mouth is too flamboyant, it goes against the laws of nature, and it is suspected of violating the principle of neutrality..."

"But not for nothing."

"I will not interfere with you, and I will never join you." His voice changed,

"In other respects, your performance is actually perfect, maybe it's because you're too good..."

Kelda looked at the sea under the cliff and sighed, "If you continue to stay, your life will be in danger."

"Last night's attack was just the beginning, understand, it's not going to stop until it's done."

"Who is it, or what does it say?" Roy asked aggressively with a solemn expression.

"What's the purpose, what do you want from me?"

If the attackers are on the same level as last night's Kirsty, he's really dangerous.

"The specific details belong to the core secrets of the Griffin faction, and their importance is no less than the secret law. I have no comment... When Cohen and Igsena wake up, say goodbye to them and leave here." Kelda said calmly. , "Go back to Nuo City, and give me another greeting to Vesemir."

...

Roy frowned and looked at him again.

This old guy is really stubborn.

He thought about the anomaly in Kelda, and the history of Kel-Seren told by Cohen.

He was sure that there was another inside story, and suppressed his anger.

"Then can I come to Kyle Siren as a guest in the future?"

"It's all inconclusive. Maybe the threat will be gone by then." Kelda's answer was ambiguous.

"That's about the Witcher Brotherhood...I'd like to invite Cohen to visit Norse."

"Cohen has already left his apprenticeship. He makes his own decisions. If he wants to, I will never stop him."

"I take the liberty to ask, before I leave... Can I observe the double seal of the noble school and the technique of 'roar'?" Roy licked his lips.

"In the past, for Vesemir's sake, you could browse 'it'. But not now, to get that knowledge... it's dangerous."

"It", is it dangerous to acquire knowledge?

You mean a book?

Roy faintly captured some key information.

"After that?"

"The future can only be left to fate."

The latter couldn't help but feel even more curious.

The spirit body and the "it" that appeared last night, what the heck came from, making the grand master deeply fearful.

In just one night, the attitude became negative and pessimistic.

Can't wait to drive him away, and is full of uncertainty about the future.

Roy tried side by side again.

But Kelda's attitude was firm, with a face from head to tail, and a blunt tone like a machine.

When dawn emerges from the other side of the sea.

The light sun shines on the snow.

Kelda returned to the roof.

Roy rubbed the stone tablet, stared at the far-off sea and the end of the gray and indigo of the horizon, lost in thought.

...

But soon, he pricked up his ears and turned his eyes to the entrance of Kyle Siren.

"Da da da..." A burst of hurried and dense footsteps, like drums, quickly moved from far to near.

Kelda under the eaves, with his hands around his chest, his face gradually became serious.

And Cohen also left the bedroom with Iggena...

The girl rubbed her hands, covered her ears with a mink hat, her cheeks and nose were slightly flushed, and she wore Cohen's oversized fur cloak, looking comically like a chubby kobold.

The four looked at the entrance of Griffin School, the slope.

A figure appeared.

The second, the third... a full twenty prime-aged men.

Wearing an all-grey cotton jacket, panting and carrying tools such as hoes, pitchforks, and mining picks.

Directed at this dilapidated fortress with a fierce look on his face, his face is not good.

Roy bared his teeth.

Among them were two familiar and loathsome faces - a man with green hair and a nose, and the big man with a red face.

...

The leader's old face is wrinkled like orange peel, his skin is rough and covered with traces of the sun and the wind, his beard is stubble, his body is thin, his back is slightly hunched, he wears a gray felt hat, a typical image of an old country farmer, violet color His eyes looked towards the door.

old man meets girl

He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

And Igsena's pretty face turned pale and lost her blood.

In a panic, he let go of the hand that was holding Cohen's arm, and then was hugged even harder by Cohen.

"Mutant, let go of my daughter, or don't blame us for being rude!" The old farmer yelled at the young Griffin, spitting and spitting, and he was on a par with the attacking alpacas.

The three witchers were silent.

"Hard, why did you bring so many folks here? Who asked you to come?!" Igsena's eyes clarified anxiously, "Everything is of my own accord and has nothing to do with others!"

"My stupid girl, Daddy is here, don't worry! The men in the village are all here, and the three mutants dare not do anything to you! Come here!"

"That's right, Igsena..." The green-haired man who had fought with his comrades continued, a glimmer of smugness and viciousness flashed in his slender eyes, "The mutants used witchcraft to confuse your mind, kidnapped you."

"So everyone comes to rescue you from the quagmire!"

"What's the matter, Iggena!"

Cheers broke out from the crowd.

But no one dared to take a step forward.

...

"You are the folks of Charcoal Fire Village, right? Is there some kind of misunderstanding between Kyle Siren and you?" Kelda's amber pupils slowly swept across the crowd, her face was calm, as if she was stating a fact, "My Students have been baptized by the "Guide to Chivalry" since childhood, and will never do the beastly act of abducting girls!"

"How dare you argue with the evidence in front of you?!" Old Hader pointed at him with the pickaxe, "Isn't my daughter here with you? She has always been well-behaved and sensible, how could she sneak away without saying a word or leaving a message? Into the snow mountain!"

"Run into this shitty house!"

"One woman and three men!"

"What the hell are you doing? It's a lot of harm!"

A group of men waved their jagged tools and booed along.

Henriel said confidently, "It must be the man with discolored eyes and smallpox on his face who deceived the innocent little girl!"

"That's right," the red-faced big man turned to look at his compatriot, and said loudly, "Henriel and I can both testify. We have met several times, that smallpox patient and the little girl were in the woods by the Tango River-little girl. Eyes rolled, epileptic tremors, flames rose from mutants, witchcraft and rhetoric were used on her!"

"Also let Iggena steal the charcoal from the family and sell it to make money for him!"

"Henriel, Cod! The scumbag of the dog, the pig in heat!" Igsena yelled at the two of them. "Two criminals, who almost insulted me, dare to come here!"

The woman hissed at Old Hader, "Don't listen to their nonsense, they both want to spoil me, thanks to the master witcher who passed by and saved my life! Otherwise you will only see a corpse now!"

Old Hader's face jumped, and he turned around and glanced suspiciously at his "companion".

"Fathers and folks, look at it!" The red-faced man turned to look around the crowd and shouted with his hands outstretched. His voice was as harsh as a rusted hinge turning, "The mutants' magic is so powerful, it turns black and white!"

"Henriel and I had a good heart and accompanied old Hader to find a daughter. We searched for a day and night without sleep until we found the right place."

"But she was bitten back!"

"There is no reason in the world?!"

"Igsena, stop being obsessed and put away your lies!" The green-haired man lowered his eyes and shook his head sadly, "We really want to commit that kind of crime that is inferior to pigs and dogs, and send them to the door to be punished. scold?!"

"Do you consider the villagers to be fools and idiots?!"

someone shouted,

"Old Harder, your daughter has been brainwashed by the witcher!"

The old peasant's face was ashen, he dragged his pickaxe and took a step towards the woman at the door. The twenty or so young adults behind him crowded behind him and stepped into the land of Kaer Seren.

"Humph!" Roy suddenly twisted his neck and wrists, all over his body with a crackling sound, and greeted the two men.

Suddenly the boiling voice stopped.

The villagers remembered all kinds of legends about the witcher, the inhuman combat power.

In Roy's current state, after taking the flying lion monster's decoction, his figure is stronger than ordinary people, he is dressed in gray-black armor, and two sword hilts protrude from his shoulders.

Just last night, Tianhuo had "scrubbed his head," and his bright forehead was almost as good as Lesuo's.

Plus the weird iris intertwined with dark gold and silver gray——

When the villagers were photographed by his breathtaking irises, they couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"Master Roy, don't shoot... Please! Let me give it a try!" Igsena's ten fingers were twisted in front of her lower abdomen, and her eye straps begged to turn to Cohen and Kelda, "Calm down! Don't do anything."

"I'll explain it clearly!"

The three witchers exchanged glances and remained silent for a while.

"I don't need any explanation! Come here, stupid girl!" The old farmer stood far away and hooked her hand.

"No! Old Harder..." Igsena's eyes were crystal clear, her fingers waving like a twisted tree branch, and her voice was hoarse, "You'd rather believe in two criminals? You don't believe in your own daughter?!"

"I only know that the two of them won't kidnap my eldest daughter for no reason!" Old Hader swept over the three witchers with fear and hostility, "Follow me home!"

"The chickens in the circle haven't been fed yet, and the vegetables in the jars haven't been marinated yet!"

"Never! I'm no longer a silly girl at your command!" Igsena suddenly wiped her tears, grabbed Cohen's hand, raised her chin and smiled at him, then turned around with tears in her eyes, "Old Ha De, I, Ignatius, now officially announce to you—"

"I no longer belong to you, I no longer belong to Charcoal Fire Village!"

"I want to be with Cohen! Forever and forever!"

"If you still have a little affection for your relatives, you will fulfill us, bless me as a father, and then leave with everyone!"

The old man pointed at the woman with his withered left hand, his chest heaving violently, hissing like a snake from his mouth, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Old Hader, don't talk nonsense with her, she has lost her mind, let's go directly!" Several strong men in the crowd who looked like miners shouted,

"Yes, don't be polite to mutants!"

"If they dare to do it!"

"Send them to hell!"

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"Try it!" Cohen suddenly took a step forward, shouting righteously, with blue veins on his face, "Igosena wants to stay! This is her own decision, and personal will trumps everything, No one can force him to go back!"

"Otherwise, I'll give that guy a taste of being forced!"

His wrist trembled, and suddenly, an orange spark appeared out of thin air, wrapping around his fingertips, dancing nimbly, like a delicate magic trick.

Then, several of the villagers swallowed their saliva in unison, and immediately took a few steps back.

"Witchcraft!" the green-haired man and the red-faced man still shouted relentlessly.

"He used this sorcery to control Igsena!"

"Go on, punish this wizard!"

But no one moved, including old Harder.

"Let's go to the baron to call the shots! Use the gallows to judge the traffickers!" Another stern voice!

"Knowing to seek help from the baron instead of using force, it seems that all the elders and villagers are reasonable people..." Kelda said, he still stood upright under the eaves, with a calming force in his tone. "Don't forget the land we're on."

"This is Povis... a free country of immigrants... no red tape, no mess of rules..."

His voice reached the ears of every villager clearly and unmistakably, and everyone couldn't help but drop their weapons.

"As Cohen said, the will of the individual trumps everything. Igsena is an adult and has the right to dominate her own life!"

"Even her family, her father, mother, have no right to change her decision!"

"And the Baron..." Kelda shook his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Even if he goes to the court of Long Set, he has no right!"

Old Hader gasped, his wrinkled old face dripping with sweat, unwilling and painful, a countryman, he dared to offend the witcher, but he could not offend the dignitaries.

Especially when the daughter is still on the side of the witcher.

If they go to the baron for help, they might make people laugh and be punished!

The other villagers also retreated and quietly put down their weapons.

"Guys, don't be afraid of their threats!" The big guy who started the culprit said anxiously, with a face like a ripe persimmon, "It's witchcraft, they used witchcraft to control Iggena, this is not Iggena's Intention!"

"Whizzing-"

The bowstring vibrated, and there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.

Henriel and Cod's clamor stopped abruptly.

The two big men seemed to have been hit by a battering ram. They took off in an instant, hung on the white rock wall of the snow-capped mountain, and fell to the ground—everyone looked at them, and a blood hole with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl was broken between their foreheads.

Bright red blood, broken bones, and pale brains flowed all over the floor, and half of his face was deformed and shattered.

Horrible!

They were headshot by crossbow arrows!

"Henriel, Cod is dead! Mutants killed!"

The crowd exploded, and the villagers scrambled around.

And Roy withdrew Gabriel expressionlessly.

Cohen held Igsena in a daze.

The woman covered her mouth.

And Kelda sighed and rushed out of the eaves like electricity.

Shot at the crowd down the hillside.

Kelda threw the seal at the chaotic crowd, waving his hands, dragging several afterimages in the air in an instant, his rotating forearm and fingertips were like a blooming rose.

"coax--"

In the empty snowy courtyard, the magnificent, majestic, irresistible sound like a storm erupted again!

A strong wind blew through the crowd.

The eighteen villagers who were running and screaming were stuck in the same place as if they were stunned, their limbs stiff, and their eyes were white like a marionette.

And Kelda walked to the center of them, swallowed, and gave orders.

"Go home, get a good night's sleep, and forget everything that happened these three days..."

The villagers were shocked all of a sudden, buried their heads, and left the snow-capped mountain with a dull expression.

...

Kelda, who was bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, turned around.

He saw the shocked and stunned eyes of his disciple and Iggena.

And Roy's suddenly realized expression.

Their gazes went from top to bottom, swept across Kelda's cheeks and the rotting back of her hands that had not yet dissipated.

and the shadow hiding under his feet.

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