The Divine Hunter

Slug Tavern.

Amid the shaking lights and cheerful music, the fat bartender saw the young guest again.

Compared with the calmness of yesterday, today he has a faint scar on his face, and a faint bloody smell is faintly exuding from his body, as if he has just gone through a bloody battle.

Even if the guests around him were about to lose their noses because of the strong alcohol, they were keenly aware that he was not easy to mess with, and they sat far away from him.

There was only one customer left in front of the bartender.

"A glass of cider." Roy tapped the table.

"Have you found a job?"

"It's being processed, but the commission is too tricky, so I have to take it slow." Roy took a sip of his drink, and the light flashed reddishly, "I have a question for you, man, I heard that there is a Drew near Mayena. The Ring of Yi."

The bartender smiled without saying a word, the news is not free news of course.

But he hadn't shown his posturing attitude, and his heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt that if he didn't answer the man's question honestly, he would suffer.

Even the fat security guards at the door with big arms and round waists who punched Mayena's invincible hand couldn't save him.

"Two to be exact..." He answered bluntly and smiled cautiously, "One is east of Soden, called Cade Du..."

Roy raised his eyebrows. Kai Dedu means "Black Forest" in the ancient language. He remembered that Geralt passed that place on his second journey to find his daughter, but it was too far from Mayena, so he didn't want to. where to look.

"There is another one in a forest to the west outside of the city of Mayena. Occasionally there are beekeepers from the suburbs who come to slug to drink..." The bartender paused, "He told me about his experience, Drew who lives in the forest. Ida are a bunch of mistletoe savages with all kinds of botanical ornaments all over them, like those juniper leaves, marigolds, and sage that grow on their skin."

Roy was a little ironic, which was different from the Druid Mossack and Evelyn he knew. Maybe Druids are divided into several sects too?

"Tell me about the Ring of Druids west of Mayena, um, have another glass of cider."

Roy sold ten copper coins and three crowns, but the bartender was obedient this time, and the latter immediately smiled, but this time, he was obedient and did not dare to bargain.

"Most druids have a strong sense of territory like wolves, and large areas of the forest are regarded as their property. If ordinary people who have not received an invitation enter without authorization,

How would the beekeeper describe it? "

There was a hint of fear in the bartender's round eyes,

"If you don't have time to destroy vegetation and animals, you will be 'lucky' to be invited out by countless wild beasts of the forest, and gnarled oak trees running like humans."

"If you go in to hunt, or cut down a tree, you will enjoy 'supreme' treatment, and the druids will concoct them into fertilizer for flowers, or food for pets."

Roy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, which didn't sound much better than Brock Leon's dryad, but he wasn't worried. He was carrying the acorn token given by Mossack, and he should be able to see Derek unharmed. Rui.

"I used to think so too, taking the beekeeper's words as the truth..." The bartender shrieked, a motherly voice from the mill, "I think Druids are all murderous savages."

"Until this damn war, I understood a lot of things. A considerable part of the scandalous rumors about Druids were just prejudice and false rumors."

"How do you say it?" Roy dipped a little apple cider with his fingers, reached into the hood, and immediately two warm little tongues licked the sweet apple juice on his fingertips.

The bartender was startled by the huge cat head and dog head that suddenly appeared behind the witcher, and was immediately angry.

Could this guy be a Druid too, what kind of madman would keep two small animals in the hood?

"The opportunity for the dissolution of misunderstandings stemmed from the battle of Sintra's subjugation." A hint of sigh appeared on the fat man's face.

"After the city of Sintra was broken, many displaced refugees fled to Brugg in the north, or Soden fled. On Brugg's side, I heard that the Marshal of Sintra, Visekid, escaped from the dead, and is currently calling Remnants of Sintra, form an armed force against Nilfgaard."

"Of course, I'm just hearing it, I haven't verified it with my own eyes."

An old face with white beard and hair flashed in Roy's mind. He had seen the Grand Marshal with his own eyes. If the other party survived, it would undoubtedly be great news for Ciri and Calanthe... He couldn't help but nodded. .

"As for Soden, it had not been raided by Nilfgaard at that time, and it was also a preferred target for refugees."

"Unfortunately, the road to escape is full of difficulties and obstacles. More than one-third of the refugees died in the hands of monsters and robbers. They survived tormented, either sick or injured... You must know that the most worthless thing in this world is human life. "The fat bartender seemed to have suddenly transformed into a poet, with a melancholy look on his face that worried about the country and the people.

Roy's mouth twitched.

"At this moment when life was ruined... a group of compassionate-hearted people stood up."

"They are not ordinary people, they have wonderful spells."

"The Temple of Meritelli in Ellander sent a group of priestesses to treat refugees along the way," said Fatty, "but this is a matter of course, no surprise."

"Because that's not the case with Meritelli? They enjoy a lofty public reputation and receive a large number of charitable donations every year, so they are naturally obliged to solve some of the suffering of the people."

Roy took a deep breath and thought about the past of the Elland Meritelli Temple.

"But in addition to the temple priests who participated in humanitarian relief, some warlocks and druids also contributed their own strength." Fatty's eyes flashed with surprise, "This is really beyond my expectations, mercenary Lord, before I As I mentioned to you, warlocks, druids, and the like have a very bad reputation among the people, and it's ridiculous how much people degrade them."

"Instead of me, it would be better for those who scold me to die! But they don't seem to care about it," Fatty said with admiration.

"And among this group of righteous people is the Druid in the woods west of Mayena." The fat man said, "A beautiful woman with hair like cinnabar."

"It doesn't have anything to do with the mistletoe savage the beekeeper describes."

"She's so clean, well-dressed, scented with plants, and slender and slender, like a daffodil."

"It seems that you have a good impression of her."

"It's not just me, the whole of Mayena, the whole refugee camp is grateful to her, understand?" The bartender didn't seem to be satisfied with the witcher's dismissive attitude, and his expression was serious, "She suffers for free at the camp every week. Suffering people heal their wounds and sickness."

"Whether refugees, residents living in towns, stray cats and dogs on the street, whether they are sick or injured, they can come to her. She provides free diagnosis, treatment, and even the precious herbs she grows at home!"

"Everyone knows well that her methods are much more clever than those quack doctors who charge for money! No matter how serious the injury is, the medicine will cure the disease, except for the terminally ill of course."

"It's not just herbal medicine, she also casts noble magic on us ordinary people, do you understand?" The bartender had a trace of fond memories on his face, "I didn't expect that because of one diarrhea, I could enjoy the care of such an outstanding beauty. Healing, feeling the magic flowing into your body. Kind of warm."

"And she treats everyone equally! She respects everyone... Whether it's a peddler or a noble official, of course nobles can't go to a place like a refugee camp to see a doctor." The fat man muttered to himself, "I can feel her brilliance, in her eyes , must be equality of all beings!"

"If you can vote for the lord of Mayena..." The bartender lowered his voice suddenly, leaned into Roy's ear and said, "That lady will definitely beat our Sir Sir by a big score!"

Roy nodded, understood nature, and had a great reputation.

Not the one he was looking for.

Investigating the nature of the red light and justifying Geralt's name requires this beloved druid!

But she still has an inextricable relationship with Geralt, and she is simply the best candidate.

"But she regards money and fame as dung, and all she really cares about is people and other creatures!"

"What's her name?" Roy suppressed his excitement for final confirmation, took a sip of his drink, and rewarded the two little guys with a sip.

"She didn't tell anyone, because she doesn't need any false name." The bartender took a deep breath and finally ended his long speech, "Look at you, you are covered in blood, you are injured, if you want to seek her treatment, count the time, She should be here in the next two days. It's in the white tent near the refugee camp, and you can recognize it when you go there."