The Divine Hunter

The morning sun gave a gentle glow.

The bright oil lamps in the tent illuminated a pale, tense face.

Visenna was in a trance, as if she had returned to decades ago. Holding a baby in her arms, she traveled thousands of miles to the ancient sea fortress in the Blue Mountains, Kyle Mohan, and gave the child to a senior The wolf sent the witcher to raise.

She thought that after that day, she and the child would never see each other again, but she didn't expect to hear news from him so inadvertently.

Geralt.

Everyone in the tent fell into silence, and the three assistants even held their breaths.

a long time.

The female doctor's green eyes regained clarity and calmness, and took a deep breath,

"Lord Oakes." She pursed her red lips.

"To clarify, I'm not actually called Oakes," Roy interrupted her, turning his head to smile apologetically at Yunig, who was covering his mouth with wide eyes, "My name is Roy, the snake witcher. I know Your thoughts - let me forget everything before, just as if I never met you, right?"

"But please listen to me. Those who are bound by fate will meet eventually. Even if you miss today, tomorrow is destined to come. If you choose to escape now, it will only be more embarrassing to meet in the future."

The woman clenched the white towel in her hands.

"Moreover, Geralt is in a dire situation now... He has become a prisoner in Mayena Prison, and his life is in danger at any time..." Roy sighed and his expression became serious, "You don't want to see him?"

Witcher, prisoner?

Visenna remembered what a patient had mentioned about the kidnapping of Ainz, Mayena's honorary ambassador, by a merchant from Trans-Livia, with a white-haired witcher as his accomplice, but she didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

At this time, the sound of breathing was thick and audible.

Roy smiled.

No mother will ever die for her child.

"You are often haunted in Mayena, and you must have heard the rumors about Yurga, but there is something strange about this. They did not kidnap Master Ainz. They are completely innocent. Can you take some time to listen to me?"

Visenna glanced outside the tent, "I still have dozens of patients waiting."

"I have observed,

They are all minor injuries and illnesses, and they can all afford to wait, but Geralt is not necessarily, the sheriff will torture them at any time. "

...

The three Eugenie girls reluctantly left the tent to reassure the refugees.

And Roy explained the ins and outs to the female doctor.

The mutant wolf corpse and a few unusually lush plants were shown to the Druid.

"I noticed that the energy fluctuations in you are very violent. Is Your Excellency Roy the source of law?"

How does a witcher take things from the void?

"A little trick is worthless. You should focus on the current... this wolf..."

Visenna's long and slender fingers stroked the bloody wolf corpse, examining its teeth, dilated pupils, claws, quadrupeds, reproductive organs... The expression became more and more solemn,

"It was stimulated by some kind of strong, abnormal development of bones, muscles, minions..."

"I think it's the red light," Roy said. "They must have been hit by the red light."

"This possibility is not ruled out. After all, the residual energy on its body is too conspicuous, but it is different from the ubiquitous chaotic energy..." The Druid said, putting the soil extracted from the dense forest in front of his nose and sniffing, then his forehead. Paste a few oleanders, roses, and azaleas, activate the "breath of all things", close your eyes and listen.

Roy observed quietly.

Inside the narrow and bright tent, a pale green light poured out of the druid's tall body under the light robe, and slowly merged into the oleander.

The breeze brushed the red hair beside her ear.

Her cheeks were shrouded in a layer of natural and fresh light, flickering on and off.

Between people and plants, there is a close connection, an indescribable mysterious state.

The corner of Visenna's mouth couldn't help showing a smile, she felt the emotions of plants,

"Witcher, you're right..." Five minutes later, she broke the link and carefully placed the oleander on the ground beneath her feet.

It has grown like this, and the months of growth have been condensed into seconds. The oleander swayed the figure of Pingting, spreading pink and green along an iron support.

"It was nourished by the red light and absorbed a lot of vitality... So it is so strong, including this wolf, which was once 'loved', more wild and more powerful, so it dared to attack passers-by in the daytime."

Roy carefully observed the oleander again and determined that it was just a plant.

Conversation with plants? Druid really is extraordinary!

he asked nervously,

"Did this, Mr. Oleander reveal any other information? About Ambassador Ainz."

"Death to the red light!" Visenna's face showed a hint of relief, "Geralt and the Livia businessman were indeed wronged by the sheriff!"

Roy let out a long sigh of relief,

"But why do animals and plants benefit from red light, while humans are burned to ashes? What is the principle."

"If you think about it carefully, where does the enhanced vitality of animals and plants come from?"

"What do you mean..." Roy's pupils shrank into prismatic shapes, "Ainz was made into a forehead by red light... 'fertilizer'? But he is only one person, nourishing the forest and a group of animals, isn't it quite equivalent. "

Can one man's vitality strengthen a forest and a pack of wolves?

The witcher was a little uneasy. This kind of spell that benefits animals and plants and harms humans seems to belong to some kind of "Druid magic".

Visenna shook her head lightly, her face became complicated, "More than one... Oleander, Rose, and Azalea told me that before Ainz, there were twelve other people who visited the Red Light Forest."

Roy was shocked.

"Whether it was voluntary or forced, it is difficult to determine, because the ability of plants to convey information is extremely limited, but Ainz obviously strayed into the woods... He was completely burned to ashes, leaving no clue. Their vitality was red light. Integrate into the forest area and feed back the earth.”

"This is by no means a natural phenomenon!" Visenna's tone exuded a hint of coldness. "It is too simple and rude, and it lacks the vital process of fungi, bacterial fermentation, and decomposition of the body! It does not conform to the laws of nature, and it cannot last!"

Roy wiped his cold sweat.

How to listen to what she meant.

If we follow the laws of nature and decompose with fungi and bacteria, should human beings be made into fertilizer?

"No matter who dares to act against the laws of nature, my colleagues in the Druid Ring and I can't spare them!" Visenna stretched out the slender left hand of the home court, spread her palm flat in the air, and immediately a black wild pigeon came from outside the tent. Fly in and fall into her palm.

She held up the well-behaved dove, whispered a few words, and then the dove spread its wings again to the west sky.

"Okay, my friend will scout the entire suburbs of Mayena in a moment, looking for more red trails."

Roy nodded, the Druid's shot was really extraordinary, and he finally asked a question.

"Then why did Yurga, Profi, and Mato escape from the red light?"

"I can't explain this, I can only give my guess, the red light is chasing a certain trait... Some people have it, and some people don't."

"And animals and plants are not advanced enough, understand?"

trait.

At this moment, Roy thought of Yurga, the old cripple, and Mato's description of Ainz.

Scarred.

And Mato himself is tormented by past mistakes.

Red light, is the trait of chasing a sin?

Is it etched in my mind, a dirty memory?

Then the initiator of the red light.

Is it some powerful and righteous existence?

Roy took a deep breath, it's useless to pay attention to these now,

"Ms. Visenna, how are you thinking now? Come with me to convince the sheriff to let Geralt be released?"

Roy exaggeratedly said,

"If you don't want to help, they'll probably die in jail."

The woman was silent for a long time, her face gloomy and uncertain.

Roy could see her entangled mood - she hadn't seen her relatives in seventy or eighty years, and suddenly heard that her relatives were by her side and in danger.

Must be extremely apprehensive.

Maybe she had other concerns in her mind.

She hesitated for a long time, sighed sullenly, the worry on her face disappeared, and her voice became firm and firm,

"Come on, go see the sheriff."

A red cloak with a hood covered most of her body and head.

"Why don't you go and see that forest first, and I'll take you there?"

"No, they've already told me everything."

The Druid leaned over and got out of the tent, and the voices of the people suddenly burst into flames, and the refugees gave them all their love.

"Good morning, doctor! Where are you going?"

"Doctor, are you hungry, would you like to try the potatoes I just boiled?" The old cripple leaned over to her in a pleasing manner and handed her a potato with a wrinkled and charred skin.

"Thank you all for your kindness, but please give me some time now, I'm going to deal with a life-threatening problem! You all know that when someone needs help, I'll rush it, it's my quirk!"

The female doctor's soft words contained the power to soothe people's hearts, and the patients quickly quieted down and became the only considerate they had ever been before.

"You can go, it's important to save people!"

"We are waiting for you!"

Roy crossed the crowd and followed closely.

"Wait, let me call a witness!"

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