The Divine Hunter

Outskirts of Vizima.

The morning mist coats the clear sky with gauze, and outside the lush grass, a small stream flows cheerfully.

A green birch forest caught the witcher's attention behind the murmur of water.

"Well, this is the scene of the recent crime."

The witcher said to the crow on his left shoulder, "Maybe there are clues left there?"

"Quack..." Golfin Crow pecked his arm with approval, and Roy patted its little head, "Keep an eye on it for me."

"Crack!" The crow fluttered its wings and quickly landed on the canopy of a birch tree. Its dark pupils looked around alertly, jumping from branch to branch from time to time.

Like a lively little detective.

Roy straightened the ribbon wrapped around his chest by the gray cloak, and crossed the grass and streams. His pupils glowed like wild beasts in the middle of the night. In front of his eyes, there were strips floating in the air, buried in the grass, or sticky. , or a light ribbon.

Mixed with blood, body fluids, excrement, dense footprints of people and animals... red, green, gray, floating in various colors.

It was as if a vat of colorful dyes had been spilled onto a canvas with emerald green as the background color.

"There is no breath of high-level vampires... This is normal, it comes and goes like the wind, and ordinary people can't do anything about it."

The witcher squatted down and carefully separated a clump of tender grass with his hands down, revealing an evenly distributed, black-brown dot-shaped bloodstain, and he moved his nose.

"The young man's blood... is consistent with what Kalkstein described... no more than 20 years old. He was attacked when he came here to collect the fish basket, and the blood was splattered... His arteries were ruptured at this location." Roy walked down A part closer to the woods, with thick ribbons, opened the grass and found the second, third... fifth blood splatter.

Unlike flinging and dripping blood, splattering is usually the first splash of blood from the wound.

That is, the killer injured him in several different locations.

"If the perpetrator is a low-level vampire driven by instinct, the first attack will paralyze the poor man, the second will tear him to shreds, and at most two breaths will end the fight, and it will never appear. This bloodstain distribution."

Roy rubbed his chin and looked around the whole meadow... There was a gentle and long cicada chirping from the birch forest,

The breeze was blowing, and the green branches beckoned to him.

An idea suddenly occurred in his mind.

"'It' is deliberately torturing the prey... The prey is constantly injured and screaming in fear... But the blood obtained in this way does not meet the taste of ordinary high-level vampires."

Roy browsed a book about vampires, "Human Village: The Creation and Growth of Crowds" in Kyle Morhen.

According to the book, humans secrete excessive amounts of nothyroxine and cortisol when they are afraid, which can cause the blood to taste bad.

Displeased most high-level vampires.

So why does it do this?

Roy frowned, having no clue for the time being.

In addition, most of the traces at the site have been cleaned up or confused by villagers, investigators, and wild animals in the woods.

...

According to the information disclosed by Kalkstein, the high-level vampire committed five murders within a month, all located in a remote and uninhabited place on the outskirts of Vizima.

The next crime scene was also in the wilderness several miles away from the village... Roy took Golphin one in the sky to explore the way, the other ran on the ground, and soon reached the destination - a place covered with peach gold Mother's hillside.

The wind caressed gently, and the green leaves all over the mountains and plains trembled.

Roy turned on the witcher's senses and searched the bushes.

Not surprisingly, there are no traces left by high-level vampires.

Similar to the first, there are surprisingly many blood splatters.

Before dying, the prey was teased and tortured by the hunters.

And the taste of blood - "a girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age, as delicate as a flower, with a picky taste."

"Once it can be said to be a coincidence, and twice, the murderer did it on purpose..." Roy picked two purple-black sagebrushes from the heavy branches of Myrtle, threw one into his mouth, and threw the other into the air.

"Ah--" In the loud and clear cry, a black shadow flew by like lightning.

Golphin took the berries in his mouth and landed on the beech branch, raised his long beak, swallowed visibly in his neck, and swallowed the fruit directly.

"Is there such a possibility, it's a psychopath... It's not just killing for food, it's getting pleasure from torture and torture."

Roy took a deep breath and could not help feeling the air was a few degrees colder.

A high-level vampire with power and longevity far beyond that of ordinary people.

Although there are some individuals who obey the rules of human society, such as the Queen of the Night and Coroner Francis, who Roy has met a few times.

But in fact, most high-level vampires only regard human beings as a low-level animal, the source of their food, and they can laugh at their slaves at will.

They look down on humans.

Therefore, schools of raising human beings, such as the cage-raising school, the mountain-releasing school, and the humanistic care school, were born.

...

Just like some human beings, they take pleasure in hunting wild boars, wolves, deer and other wild animals.

Correspondingly, some high-level vampires also seek pleasure by abusing humans.

But in the last century, most high-level vampires have disappeared. More covertly lurking in mountains, wilderness, deep caves, or human society.

They are comparable to shapeshifters in their ability to disguise themselves as humans.

Under normal conditions, the witcher's badge cannot detect the fluctuation of their magic power.

In the north, such blatant and provocative hunting behavior has not occurred for a long time.

Roy personally guessed that it had something to do with some kind of order from their leader, Elder Shadow.

...

"So this high-ranking man on the outskirts of Vizima is an unruly lunatic, an intruder..." The witcher stood at the top of the hillside, looking over the mountains of myrtle, beech, green grass, and sparsely scattered far away. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, "The Queen of the Night was so angry that she didn't even communicate, she went directly to Kalkstein to buy 'black blood' to deal with this arrogant high-level vampire!"

"Maybe I should try my best to deal with it directly instead of handing it over to Kalkestein." He lowered his head and thought, but his eyes suddenly noticed an abnormality under his feet.

"Um... what the hell is this?"

The witcher's eyes narrowed, and he squatted down against the root of a beech tree, holding a small and exquisite mushroom between his hands.

The size of a fingernail, a bright red umbrella cover, and a white stipe.

Referred to as "red umbrella umbrella, white pole pole."

Roy's eyes became deep.

"Fluorescent mushrooms in the cave..." He thought to himself. Normally, this type of mushroom should not exist near this hillside.

But it is not ruled out that it was carried to the vicinity by the beasts in the mountain.

He blew a loud whistle, and Golphin immediately circled around the hillside.

No caves were found.

Roy kept his mind secretly.

...

Half an hour later, the witcher crossed the grass, the meandering stream, and the small bumps one after another, approaching the third of the five crime scenes—a leafy, nut-laden plane tree surrounded by In the glade.

However, he was still more than 100 meters away from the destination, and he suddenly stopped, half squatting and hiding in a clump of redbuds.

And Golphin Crow flew down to a branch in front of him as if nothing had happened, cleaned his feathers, and silently surveyed the crowd below.

There are a total of six people in the Wutong Forest, five of whom are wearing silver-bright white steel armor, scarlet cloaks, white rose emblems tattooed on their left shoulders, and long swords slung around their waists.

They are tall and strong, and they should be knights of the White Rose Knights of Vizima. They are digging three feet around the entire forest to search.

In front of them, there is another woman in the center.

She was wearing a hunting suit that was easy to maneuver—an amber-colored leather jacket with intricately embroidered patterns, a cyan waistcoat and a reddish-brown middle finger cuff, her chest was slightly split, revealing a touch of delicate skin.

Coupled with slim-fitting trousers and shallow deerskin booties, it supports the bumpy figure.

Her looks are also very outstanding.

Long red-brown fluffy hair is pinned behind her head, her eyes are as blue as cornflowers, the tip of her nose is slightly upturned, her cheeks are dotted with freckles, and there is a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth.

The azure heart-shaped pendant set with silver and diamonds on her chest swayed gently as she turned her head.

Looks playful and sexy.

Triss Merigold

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Occupation: Warlock, Royal Advisor to Temeria

...

"Why did Triss come to this muddy water?" Roy, who was hiding in the bushes, rubbed his chin. "Have the five mutilation incidents in the suburbs attracted the attention of the upper class in Vizima?"

"Yes, that's what Yada asked me to do back then!" He thought thoughtfully,

"This royal advisor is assisting the Knights of the White Rose in tracking down the murderer."

Triss, Triss, you have no idea what terrible thing you are facing.

"In any case, she counts me as a one-sided old acquaintance. If you can help, by the way..." Roy remembered another thing. Triss, like Coral, was also a victim of the Battle of Solomon. She Although tenaciously survived from the battlefield, the body and mind were severely damaged.

It hasn't healed for many years.

"Find a chance to remind her? But she's not a coral, so she can't be accustomed to me. She won't believe that I'm acting like a ghost... I'll do it then."

The Knights of the White Rose and the Witcher have no conflicting goals. But Roy tried his best not to reveal his actions against high-level vampires.

Who knows if that thing will have other companions, and in the future, "admiringly" will come to find out for itself.

...

In the sycamore forest.

Fritz, with a few pimples on his face, looked at the high sun, his cheeks wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and his left hand blocked the sun in vain - the harsh sunlight made him dizzy and bloated.

He rubbed his stomach awkwardly.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of continuous bowel sounds made his face flush.

Especially when that gorgeous lady looks over here.

Oh, my God, is it God's punishment for me being greedy when I make a fool of myself in front of my dream lover, who is as beautiful as a fairy? !

"Oh, why did you greedily eat that steak last night?!"

He wanted to dig a hole in the ground to get in.

"Fritz, if you really can't stand it, go and solve your personal problems first!" The leading Cleveland Cavaliers gave him a gentle smile and patted his shoulder with a thick and powerful palm, "Let's watch over here."

"Everyone has such a day, for the honor of Bai Qiangwei, look away!"

"Go, Fritz!"

"Why are you so shy, big man?!"

"I'll choose a tree for you? Just order it!"

A group of colleagues immediately responded with a well-meaning "sneer".

"Oh, then thank you, boss!"

The sorceress's eyes were like thorns on her back.

The young White Rose Knight hurriedly covered his stomach and rushed into the woods at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Before the volcano in the body was about to erupt, I found a big tree and squatted down!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Cannon blast! A thousand miles away!

He narrowed his eyes comfortably, the corners of his mouth slightly curved. She let out a contented moan, and her cheeks flushed with happiness.

He was extremely happy, fluttering like a fairy, and he seemed to have hallucinations in front of him. A fluttering yellow butterfly spirit flew by, from left to right, performing a beautiful dance.

He was intoxicated, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, and sat back with a stiff expression, sitting on the hot and stench of the beach.

"Hey... buddy... I didn't mean to... But men always have a trial like this, um, it's better than going to the cesspool." An apologetic male voice sounded, "Now let's talk... The progress of the investigation, about the five The dead and the murderer, what clues have you found?"

"Five...five dead people were young..." Fritz replied stiffly and mechanically, "three men and two women, ranging in age from fifteen to eighteen...from five different villages...the time of death was day and night. ,"

"They... have simple relationships, and have never had a deep hatred with anyone... ruled out the possibility of vendetta."

Fritz continued, "The five deceased died in an extremely tragic state, being torn to shreds by something."

This can perfectly mask the symptoms of excessive blood loss.

"After analysis of the wound, the forensic doctor ruled out the possibility of wild animals such as wild dogs, grizzly bears, leopards, etc."

"The sheriff believes that the murderer may be a ghoul, or a ghost..."

Roy shook his head. These two types of monsters won't tear people apart, they will only gnaw people into cripples.

"But consultant Triss found that the deceased all had one thing in common...never had sexual experience. This should be the criterion for the murderer's target."

"So that high-level vampire is really a pervert, virgins and virgins, pure men and women, blood of fear after being tortured." Roy complained, "The taste is different."

He concealed the ominous feeling in his heart. Those who are so particular are usually old antiques.

And vampires get better with age.

"So the ogre with low IQ was ruled out again..." Fritz paused, "Consultant Triss believes that the perpetrator is a cursed werewolf, hiding in a certain village, disguised as a normal human werewolf. "

Roy shook his head again, the victim's death was indeed very similar to that of a werewolf.

However, the transformed werewolf will emit a strong body odor that is different from other wild animals... If a werewolf commits a crime, there will usually be a smell left at the scene, which will last for a long time, and it will not escape the witcher's nose.

Croy didn't notice.

"We've searched the twenty-five villages in the crime zone, and no strangers have come in or out for more than a month... In addition, Ms. Merigold, used mind-reading techniques on thirty-seven suspects."

"They ruled out the possibility of committing crimes one by one."

This saved me a lot of effort.

Roy felt that this trip was worthwhile.

"We mobilized the villagers to search the area within a five-mile radius, but couldn't find any clues."

"The investigation is temporarily at a bottleneck... Ms. Merigold believes that there are clues left at the scene, and we return to the search and patrol by the way."

"Have you found this thing?" Roy suddenly took out the cave fluorescent mushroom found in the previous place from his arms.

"Yes... Your Excellency Cleveland, I have found this mushroom, but no one cares about it."

Such important clues were ignored.

Sure enough, witch hunters have such strict logic?

Roy shook his head, and his guess became clearer.

The high-level vampire is not hidden in the village, it is very likely to be hidden in—

"What's the plan of the Knights next?"

"Decoy operation... According to our investigation, the frequency of murders is close to once a week, and it's almost time for the next killing." Fritz said without resistance, "We have already selected the target, a sixteen-year-old The knight apprentice, he is dispatched to lead the murderer to appear."

"When and where?"

"Eight o'clock tomorrow night, the night of the full moon... Five miles east of Hop Village, in the open space on the bank of the Kuri River."

Roy's heart moved. He didn't believe that Gao Su was so easy to be fooled, otherwise the Queen of the Night would have caught that guy long ago.

But I still have to join in the fun tomorrow night.

The complicated gesture of the five fingers on the left hand began to be slowly withdrawn, and Roy smiled apologetically at him, "Okay, man, you have never seen me, you will forget all the conversations between us. You just remember that you just pulled too far. After a long time, I collapsed and I accidentally sat down... uh... It took 30 seconds to count down before you regained your strength."

He glanced at this ugly face with pimples, and was a little unbearable, and quickly added,

"You used these thirty seconds to look back on your past life... Today's experience is a cruel test, only blood or stench can pour out the most beautiful roses. You don't feel ashamed, you are full of joy, because you left Freed from the shackles of vanity, one step closer to true knightly honor!"

"You have captured the essence of knighthood!"

The voice fell.

The witcher's figure instantly turned into foam and dissipated into the air.

Fritz, who was sitting on his own feces and urine, shook his head as if waking up from a dream. He moved his nose and touched his sticky butt with his right hand, reaching out in front of him.

Despite the stench.

He smiled calmly, his eyes quickly changed from confused to firm.

At this moment, timidity, embarrassment, nausea, and all kinds of negative emotions all left him.

He felt like he had won a tough challenge.

For me, there is no difficulty in the world, and the road ahead is smooth.

"Fritz," he casually rubbed the yellowish, wet sticky dirt on the palm of his hand against the rough bark of the plane tree, raised his trousers confidently, put on a white steel armor, and strode forward. time road.

Flames burned in his eyes, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, "From today onwards, you are a true White Rose Knight!"