The Divine Hunter

In the late autumn of Nuocheng, the withered yellow leaves of the street trees and the broken sunlight make the building belt of the gorgeous long street covered with gold.

It was still early in the morning, but there were already several tables of guests in the Nuocheng Dance Hall. In the center of the stage, a dozen or so actors performed an "Unexpected Journey" to the melodious music.

"According to the two masters, Nilfgaard's northward war is a sure thing... Sintra is at stake." Shapeshifter Gawain Samsa stroked his elegant mustache toward both sides of his upper lip, "Then we It's time to prepare in advance...take the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"What your Excellency said is exactly what I want." Serret nodded and complained to Roy next to him, "The current situation of the Brotherhood's property is not optimistic, and 90% of our income comes from those two store, and although profits have increased recently, it is only 2,600 kroner per month. And the expenses…”

He shook his head and sighed, "Gao Wen's family consists of more than 30 people, the food standard exceeds that of ordinary families, 20 half-sized children who can eat the most, and 11 mutants who are more than enough, all of them have appetites like bottomless pits. , living expenses alone cost 600 kroner per month, plus some other miscellaneous items, 700 kroner is not enough... and alchemy, forging and other expensive teaching jobs also require at least 500 kroner. These are not big deal , the research of Master Kalkstein and Ms. Rita will cost a minimum of two crowns per month, and once the supply is not enough, the master will probably strike immediately."

"This does not include the new decoction project that Reso and Kayan participated in."

"In addition, the disposable teleportation props made by Ms. Rita are expensive, one two hundred crowns; the stable portal for the construction of the lakebed laboratory in the Nine Valleys was reimbursed by me for two thousand crowns. Originally because you sacrificed hue, she has been Voluntary work for the fraternity, and we have no reason to care about these basic expenses with her."

"Calculate it yourself, how much did it cost?"

The bright light illuminated the corners of Roy's shocked face and twitching mouth... He had not managed the accounts for a long time, and before he knew it, the burden on the Brotherhood had become so heavy.

Serrit's amber pupils flashed a hint of worry, "The expansion of Gawain's house has been completed. According to the plan, the day after tomorrow, the children temporarily residing in the Eternal Fire Orphanage will be transferred, and the number of students will skyrocket from twenty to five. Ten people, the number of people has more than doubled, and it is obvious that the burden is far more than doubled... After that, there is no doubt that we will spend money like water!"

"How much money is left?" Roy exhaled, wiping the cold sweat from his palms,

"The reserve fund is still enough for the time being. Originally there were 20,000 kroner. Including the 10,000 you cheated back from Vizima and the 20,000 Geralt earned back from Sintra, after deducting the expenditure during this period, there are still four remaining. Around 50,000. The cost of a big business."

"You two don't need to worry too much,

Gao Wen’s house paid for building those houses…” Gao Wen smoothed his short purple hair on the temples and smiled intimately, “I’ll reimburse you! "

"I knew that Your Excellency has a compassionate heart!" Serrit then turned from worry to joy, reached out and shook hands with the shapeshifter, and Roy also gave him a grateful look.

"Okay, back to the topic, about this way of making money," Chapelle rubbed his leather-gloved fingers, and his metallic pupils shot a dignified look, "May the eternal fire illuminate the front of those war victims. Lu, we must not be like other unscrupulous businessmen, hoarding critical war supplies..."

Several people nodded in unison, once people tore the bottom line, it would be difficult to go back to the past.

"The simplest, most serious business..." Serret said, "buying up Sintra's specialties... Cintra spirits, some of the spices originating from Skellige and only transshipped from Sintra, and so on. Sintra has become a historical relic, and there must be many northerners who will cherish it spontaneously.

"Even if Sintra is reborn from destruction in the future, there will be changes in the end... What we have in our hands has become an orthodox peerless treasure in Sintra!"

"I have a suggestion..." Roy interjected, his eyes swept across the stage, the dancers with their arms clasped and tap dancing to the beat of cheerful drums, including Ignatius, Roy had informed her that Cohen was staying in Towson special news.

While Dandelion and Priscilla were arguing in the shadows on the edge of the stage, the great poet babbled on explaining something, bowing apologetically from time to time, like a typical cheating husband.

The witchers hadn't betrayed him, maybe it was he who had accidentally exposed himself.

On the other hand, the blonde beauty put her hands around her chest, raised her chin, turned her face away, her expression was obviously gloomy, and her lips moved twice from time to time.

Roy read her lips and scolded things like "unconscionable", "damn liar", "rogue", "believe it or not, I'll find a concubine to piss you off" and so on.

Alas, after all, it was still a wrong payment, and Dandelion, the arrogant radish who did not listen to advice, must learn a lesson.

He sighed and continued, "The flag of Sintra is the three lions flag on a blue background...now the dyes of lake blue and orange..."

"Cheap! There's basically no demand right now." Gawain Samsa's slender eyes lit up, the business in his mind quickly flowed, and his cheeks flushed with excitement, "The current purchase is definitely the best price."

"When the war breaks out, in order to support Sintra, the prices of the dyes used in the manufacture of the three lion flags on a blue background will inevitably skyrocket! At least it will triple! And this is a righteous move, so we won't lose the money!"

"Let's make money together!" Serret slapped his fist on the table suddenly, leaned over to the two shapeshifters, his amber pupils gleamed, "You two, we might as well discuss an investment ratio right away, but I Say it in advance, the Brotherhood is not as big as the two families, and they can't make so much money, will they use manpower to make up the number?"

The two shapeshifters exchanged glances,

"Eternal Fire's last action was a great success, and it relied on the masters a lot. My brothers who were not perfect also had to rely on the masters to train hard, so we agreed with your proposal!"

...

The Temple Island, just north of Nuocheng, is an underground laboratory.

The elongated firelight illuminated glass tubes, metal cans, large jars, heating vessels, and alchemy platforms composed of brewing furnaces, as well as shelves stacked with bags of dried herbs, bottled monster organs, and mutant tissues.

A rickety figure is standing by the bookshelf, and he is concentratingly browsing books such as "Mutation and Gene", "Secret of Mutation", "Demon in Blood", etc., from the Nine Valley's collection.

Another graceful figure was in front of the experimental bench, repairing the broken oval-shaped gargoyle heart.

The flame of the heater jumped "zizily", the green liquid in the huge measuring cup boiled "gulugulu", and the slovenly man was gradually short of breath.

"Crack!" Kalkstein put down the book heavily, and stroked the stubbornly arrogant black hair in the Mediterranean Sea above his head,

"It's a genius idea..." He was amazed,

"These abundant and detailed experimental records just make up for the shortcomings of our inability to conduct in vivo experiments, especially the dozens of mutant inducers recorded in the book and their related negative reactions, which greatly inspired me... I can do it now. Some targeted adjustments have been made to eliminate undesirable mutations in herbal decoctions."

"This saved us at least ten years of work!"

The alchemist's body trembled like a sheep epilepsy, and next to the rice-grain-sized eyes, the two thick dark circles also trembled together.

"My brain seems to be plugged in, and endless inspirations pour out. Flying Lion Monster Decoction, Snake Pie Decoction... Elements are on the top, I have at least four new improvement routes!"

"I am confident that I will improve a safe and reliable herbal decoction within three months. Although the potency is not as good as the original formula, the victory is that there is no danger of life." The alchemist looked confident.

Rita Ned's face was overjoyed. Has the long-term effort finally paid off?

"By the way, who is the author of these books, Thomas Molluy, can you give me a recommendation or two?"

"Sorry, he has been dead for more than a hundred years, you can only go to the cemetery to worship him." The sorceress put down her gargoyle heart and shook her head lightly.

"God's jealous of Yingcai!" Kalkstein shook his head sadly, as if his relatives had died.

"What does the master think about this second mutation? Is there still room for improvement? Is it possible to replace the grass trial and directly designate it as the first mutation?"

Hearing the words, the alchemist raised his thick and messy eyebrows, and swept his eyes on her plump chest unpleasantly.

"Stupid woman, nutrition bypasses the brain and is absorbed elsewhere? How can such an outrageous idea arise, use your brain well, doing this is tantamount to creating a brand new herbal decoction, the risks far outweigh the benefits..."

"I honor you as a master," the sorceress's blue eyes formed a slit, emitting a dangerous light, and her face was covered in frost, "it doesn't mean that you can insult me ​​at will, now I will warn you one last time, and then I will keep my mouth shut, be careful. —"

"Okay, that kid Roy has been beaten by you, and he will definitely obey you... But I have a beginning and an end. If I don't make achievements, I will never give up halfway!" The alchemist took a deep breath and squeezed a touch of falsehood on his dry cheeks. "I'm sorry, Ms. Rita, I have a straight temper. Especially when I'm doing research, I don't speak emotionally, and it's easy to hurt my companions by mistake. You can just take my nonsense just now as a fart."

The sorceress's face turned slightly.

"Back to the point, improving green herbal medicines and researching high-level vampire decoctions have taken up all my time, and I don't have any extra energy to spend on the third project, 'Secondary Mutation'."

"I'll give you a piece of advice, the second mutation is only for witchers who have already tried the grass... Every few months, when the mutant white widow spawns, go to the Nine Valleys step by step. When the second mutation When people reach a certain base, in-depth research will be conducted.”

After the alchemist finished tying up his sleeves, he rubbed his hands vulgarly and excitedly, "Then let's start, Ms. Rita, don't go back tonight, let's join forces to conquer the first improvement route."

The sorceress pursed her red lips and shook her head,

"Ms. Rita, what did I just say, where did the nutrition go? If you want to continue to cooperate, just prove that you still have basic professional researcher ethics."

The sorceress clenched her silver teeth, and her heart suddenly moved, her anger melted, and she retorted, "Okay... only this time, not the next one, staying up late is a woman's natural enemy. After all, I'm not a permanent single, unattractive, like Your Excellency. There is absolutely no concept of clothing and demeanor, and I have never been in love for nearly two hundred years!"

The alchemist seemed to be poked at the center of the headache, and her cheeks turned iron blue rarely. Rita Ned was overjoyed, patted her peach-like face, and put on professional white gloves.

...

Gawain House.

On the side of the spacious courtyard, under the fluttering catkins, a battle is being conducted.

The hands of the two confronting witchers met the hilts of their swords at the same time, the swords were unsheathed at the same time, and they took two quick and light steps at the same time: first forward, then sideways. With a hissing sound, the two of them pulled out the sword flower at the same time.

The gray-green-eyed Phryus tapped the toes on the ground and leaped forward quickly, like a spear that suddenly swept through the air. The silver-bright long sword swung to the shoulder of the bald man, almost touching Quinn, who was protecting his body. French shield.

However, before it was too late to smash the shield, the big man on the right side of the owl grinned and turned his wrist.

The long sword quickly drew a semicircle.

"boom!"

Gold and iron clashed, and there was a dense explosion of air.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the sun, two afterimages galloping at high speed collided and separated fiercely, attacking each other more than a dozen times in the blink of an eye.

At a certain moment, Leto used the inertia of the rotation to knock the swung sword flying, and the sword grid stuck in the middle of the opponent's sword spine. He wanted to push the sword forward and cut his vital point.

The owl was keenly aware of his thoughts, and at the same time, his wrists were vigorous, and he turned the blade along his strength.

The two swords seemed to be glued together, and the two witchers held the swords against each other and turned several times in the air, the sparks overturned like a fountain.

Amber pupils and grey-green pupils face each other across a sharp edge.

Their footsteps are moving at the same time—spinning, panning, reversing direction, ghostly fast.

The witcher apprentices onlookers only saw two figures in the field that were very close to each other, changing their positions, as if they were dancing an alternative ballroom dance.

Slowed down.

The vulture's wrist softened, and finally he couldn't control the huge force from his fingertips, and the long sword came out of his hand.

He suddenly rolled to the ground!

"boom!"

The bald-headed man's muscular and knotted arm then pressed to the ground, and a muffled thunder exploded in the courtyard!

The few cubs onlookers caught their breath and widened their eyes.

Golphine Griffin, who was peeking at the alder forest, made a "goo" and spread out his wings quite vigilantly.

A wave-like airflow visible to the naked eye washed around the bald man's body, as if an air bomb had been detonated in situ. The shock wave radiated in all directions, and the ground rolled up dust.

As long as he is within five meters of the big man, all of them will be affected by this shock.

The owl was no exception. Although he rolled over and avoided the pursuit of the long sword, he couldn't escape the pervasive Alder. He felt a shock in his back instantly, and Quinn's shield shattered with a bang.

A huge force runs through the body.

Involuntarily, he ate feces heavily to the side, and the back of his neck felt cold.

The dust and mist dissipated.

In the field, the bald man was putting his sword on the neck of the owl, who was kneeling on one knee.

The five witcher apprentices suddenly shouted.

"Mr. Lesso has a big victory!" Monty laughed,

"Is the Alpha Seal used just now?" Arkhamtom asked curiously.

"It doesn't look the same as Carl's boss." Lloyd continued.

"The boss's mentor actually lost!" Chanem looked at his companion jokingly.

And Karl was beaten and hung his head unwillingly. In his heart, the owl has always been an invincible existence!

The cat vulture carelessly pulled out the sword on the willow tree, shook his wrist and danced a sword flower, the blade was put into the sword belt on the back, and there was no sense of frustration on his face. ,

"Man, what elixir did you take in Toussaint, and the speed and strength have become much stronger..." The cat-style swordsmanship that the cat vulture is proud of is not so effective in the face of absolute strength and speed. "The French seal is also completely different from before? Did you read "Book of Shadows" and mutated like Roy?"

Not far away, Vesemir in the blacksmith looses his newly acquired Griffin blueprint, Geralt in the classroom puts down his charcoal pen, Ox in the cornfield looses his hoe, and Kayan in the alchemy workshop puts down a mutation At the same time, he glanced over at the object-converted solution, and quietly pricked up his ears.

"It's all the effect of the second mutation." Lesso twisted his neck, "I thought it was just to enhance physical fitness, but I didn't expect the Arder Seal to change with it... It is no longer a one-directional magic bullet, but a Wearing a Monday lap explodes."

"You have experienced it just now. It works well for breaking out, or as a killer!"

"Roy gave it a new name, and it's called Alder Biting!"

"And my body seems to have some other changes that I haven't discovered yet."

The vulture nodded enviously, "It just so happens that we don't have any talent for elements, so we can't learn to mutate the seal. The second mutation makes up for this shortcoming. It seems that Toussaint has to go!"

"Talk to Oaks, the material for the second mutation is very rare, and that guy has reserved a place for the next mutation. Lambert and Aiden are also waiting in line. You must convince them first!"

Owl smiled disdainfully and put on the cool sunglasses again, "I will use my strength to tell them who is the most suitable next!"

...

Lesso and Owl talked and laughed and returned to the wooden comb pile to sit and rest with a bunch of children.

They started asking non-stop questions about the Dharma seal, pro-drugs and herbal decoctions just now,

Lesso looked to the other side of the wooden fence, and three brand-new wooden houses had been built. Through the open door, he could clearly see the clean and tidy Chase shop, a set of quilts, blankets, and clothes.

The little girls in the classroom were rarely distracted, and looked forward to the new house.

"Are you ready, kids...the day after tomorrow to meet new friends."

"Teacher, can we change the dormitory then?" Monty asked with a slightly red face.

"What do you want?" Owl's tone became cold.

"me…"

"Oh, we want to move in and live with the newcomer!" Carl couldn't see how hesitant his younger brother was, so he grabbed his teacher's hand and shook it, and then let go of the girl-like look in the other's eyes, "Then By the way... by the way, I want to make some new friends, live together, and it is easier to cultivate friendships!"

"That's right, teacher, fulfill us!" The five little boys clasped their hands in front of their chests, their innocent eyes flashing.

"Okay, stinky boy, you are planning to show off that pot of water ghost teeth to the newcomers!" The bald man saw through their purpose at a glance, and the five of them slumped their mouths instantly, "But it's not impossible..."

Leto grinned and showed his white teeth, "At the welcome party, the five of you have to dance in skirts!"

"Ah, don't even think about it!"