The Divine Hunter

Early after the rain.

The colorful rainbow bridge crosses over Mayena, covering the dense building complex with a dreamy and gorgeous gauze.

The square of Mayena, which had been quiet for many days, suddenly became crowded.

Hundreds of townspeople gathered here, with strange light in their eyes and many discussions.

On the high wooden platform used for execution, Yurga, Geralt, Mato, Druid Visenna, and the bald sheriff Lit, a human corpse with bloody, rotting maggots, and a Complete giant wolf carcasses, lined up horizontally.

"My fellow villagers and elders, after eight days of repeated and meticulous investigation and evidence collection, my colleagues and I have thoroughly investigated the cause of death of Honorary Ambassador Ainz." Litt said in a loud voice, his face completely lost his usual depression and anxiety. It is self-satisfaction, and people feel refreshed when they are happy.

Immediately below, someone blushed and shouted,

"Livia's merchants and witchers killed Ambassador Ainz!"

"Now are they going to hang them?"

"Execution! Hang them up!"

"Ignite! Ignite!"

"Idiot, not a witch, make a fart!"

A group of people started waving their fists and booing.

The crowd was turbulent, the fat businessman's face was timid, and Geralt remained calm and put his arms around his chest.

His eyes drifted to Visenna involuntarily.

"Quiet, everyone, listen to me! The investigation went into a misunderstanding from the very beginning. In fact, Ainz was not kidnapped, he died in the mouth of this beast!" The sheriff pointed to the huge wolf corpse.

The eyes of everyone in the audience suddenly moved up, and they sucked in the cold air.

"Rebioda is here, is the end of the world coming?" a man with dense freckles exclaimed, "I have never seen such a terrifying wolf in my decades of life!"

"It's you who are ignorant!" Another man with a big belly and oily face said disdainfully, "There are giant beasts in the Dragon Mountain Range, the northernmost part of the continent!"

"This guy is in the bushes behind the wooden bridge in the canyon in the north of the city, waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on the townspeople passing by!" Leeteuk looked around the crowd, "On the day of the incident, Ainz and Yurga were attacked by it on their way back. !"

"Ainz died on the spot, and most of the body was eaten by it,

Many of our soldiers were injured before they found the corpse and killed the beast, while Yurga and the rest were so frightened that they returned to the city to talk nonsense! "

"What's the evidence?" shouted a man as thin as a stick, who, like most of the public, preferred conspiracy theories.

Died by a peer's kidnapping assassination is completely different from dying in the mouth of a beast!

"Ainz's servant Mato is a witness! And our beloved doctor!"

Visenna, who was wearing a green dress, took a step forward, nodded at the crowd below, and smiled gently. That sweet smile instantly healed all restlessness and doubts.

"I checked and found that this corpse belonged to Ainz, and the beast killed him alive. I also found undigested corpses from the wolf's stomach!"

"The doctor is right!" shouted a young man with a cane under the stage, his expression reverent like a believer.

"The doctor said that, it must be true!"

The townspeople agreed in unison that they were more or less treated by Vissenna.

There were also a few suspicious voices, but they were quickly suppressed by the crowd.

"So, Geralt, Yurga, and Mato are all innocents!" the sheriff yelled,

"Free them!"

"That's right! I'll set them free now. I announce that their kidnapping charges will be written off, and Mayena will give them appropriate compensation!" The sheriff swaggered around on the platform.

"Idiot!" a boy of twelve or thirteen mocked. "It took eight days to make a big joke!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

The sheriff's face changed, and his anger subsided again.

"This is not stupid! This is the arrangement of the gods, and this is the will of the eternal fire." Lit said solemnly, "It was because of the mistake at the beginning that we discovered that Ainz was hiding when we were investigating and collecting evidence. The secret of getting up!"

"What secret?"

"Ainz, as a distinguished honorary ambassador, not only did not cherish feathers, but instead committed many heinous crimes by virtue of his power! First, he bought moldy and spoiled food to fool refugees!"

The crowd immediately exclaimed.

"No wonder!" a short, fat man with a pockmarked face complained, rubbing his stomach. "Every time I receive food from Ainz, I have to have diarrhea for a day."

"Good guy, you dare to pretend to be a refugee?!" Friends around him teased.

"You're not interested in the food you take for free? Don't tell me you don't!"

"Shut up! I haven't finished yet," Lit continued on the stage. "Secondly, he forced more than five women in the refugee camp to serve him! He made promises and broke them!"

"Bastards!" The crowd became infuriated. "You look like maggots in the toilet, and you dare to play with women just because you have some stinky money?"

"Bastard, you deserve to be bitten to death for a rich and ruthless dog!" The men's voices were full of jealousy and pleasure,

"It's also cheap for him! According to me, it should be hung up and castrated in public!" said a sissy viciously.

The man with an honest face and plain clothes lamented, "It's not fair to God, a serious person like me has lived 30 years and still hasn't held a woman's little hand!"

"That's because you're poor!" The little noble looked contemptuous.

The sheriff was very satisfied with everyone's performance, and the focus of public anger finally shifted to Ainz.

"Thirdly, in the past ten years, Ainz has teamed up with criminals outside the city many times, robbed and killed the merchants who signed a contract with him, got the goods for free, and even killed people. The merchants who died at his hands, no less than 100!"

A soldier walked up to him in a few steps and handed over a tome that was thick and dark.

"This is the ledger retrieved from his luxurious mansion, and every illegal income is recorded in the book. The evidence is overwhelming, and he can't deny it even if he is dead!" Lit shook his head to the crowd with difficulty, and continued to stir up people's hearts, "I know. What does this mean? By robbing merchants, Ainz fattened himself."

"But Mayena lost a lot of business and taxes because of this. Your job opportunities and your income have been affected in disguise—" The bald sheriff was like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, drawing a graceful semicircle with his hands down.

"Reduce, reduce!"

"Dog thing!" A young nobleman wearing a green scarf spat hard on the ground and folded his arms around his chest. "The more expensive things and the lower the income, it's all this dog thing!"

"That's right!" Lit said loudly. "Ainz is like a blood-sucking worm that parasitizes everyone. As long as he is alive, the living environment of the Mayena people will get worse and worse!"

"Damn capitalist!" a bald man roared.

"The devil in human skin!" shouted the peasant.

"Good death! Good death!" A little girl sitting on her father's head grinned and clapped wildly.

The crowd scoffed at the audience.

"His death is a punishment from the gods, and it is also an opportunity for Mayena to change! Our wise and wise mayor, Lord Scorpius, decided to make adjustments based on the situation."

Lit's tone froze, his face flushed red, and the words of encouragement from his immediate boss rang again, and he announced emotionally, "From next month, Lord Scorpius will calm down regardless of the cost. Prices, promise that prices will never rise again, and will gradually fall back to normal levels within the next six months!"

"For the specific measures, the mayor will post it on the notice board next to the city hall, and you are welcome to check it at any time!"

"Lord Scorpius is wise!"

"Long live the mayor!"

The people in the audience who had been waiting for a long time finally heard some tangible benefits and immediately cheered.

What's more, this time, they also scolded an honorary ambassador who was usually arrogant and arrogant.

It has to be said that it greatly vented the negative emotions accumulated in my heart.

The events surrounding Ainz's death have come to an end for now.

...

"Yugni... If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can go to the dance hall in the Novigrad business district and report my name, and I will help if I can."

"Ox... Oh no, Master Roy, I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't forget, you have also helped me two times these days!"

...

"Mato, didn't the sheriff give you a compensation? I have a suggestion, take Lilyn and move out of Mayena immediately! Leave this sad place and you can get rid of your past memories. Don't think about them, Try to distract yourself and think about having a baby."

"It's your life or death, understand?"

...

"boom!"

The three glasses collided heavily, the aroma of malt permeates the air, and the crystal foam reflects the intoxicating light.

"Haha, thanks to the help of Master Roy this time, we can escape from death!" The businessman who changed into a low-key and fat linen trousers narrowed his eyes with a smile and patted his chest, "Come home with me. , I will send you a son directly. You can train him as a witcher as you like!"

Roy couldn't help laughing when he saw the excited businessman. It was the first time he saw someone take the initiative to send a baby, but Gawain's house has no shortage of children now.

"How old are your children?"

"Ned Berthulich is twelve years old."

"Sorry, it's more dangerous to participate in the grass trial when I'm a little older." Roy refused decisively.

The little black dog who drank some dwarf spirits under his feet listened to the cheerful lute in the slug tavern shaking his legs comically, as if he was enchanted.

Yurga looked regretful and said tangled, "They are twins, there is no difference between elder and younger... If you don't want to take one away, wait for them to grow older and start a family soon. Property distribution is a big problem!"

"If you love them equally, don't favor one over the other, take a part and divide it equally!"

"That's right. Anyway, I can make a lot of money this trip back! The sheriff didn't know if he took the wrong medicine or what was going on, and suddenly he became more talkative-in order to compensate me for the pain of a week in prison, he was willing to Get rid of my two-year transaction tax in Mayena!" When he mentioned the business, Yurga was suddenly surprised.

Roy smiled, Lit was still quite acquainted, he turned to the white-haired witcher,

"Geralt, what compensation did the sheriff give you?"

"Two hundred oren." Geralt took a sip of beer and wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "It's not a loss for a few whips that don't hurt or itch for such a large sum of money!"

Roy slammed the glass in his hand with Geralt, his eyes sparkling, "This is your personal business, outsiders shouldn't intervene, but I'm still curious, how did you and Visenna talk?"

As soon as the question came out, the fiery atmosphere had a brief stagnation.

In Roy's original memory, Geralt was in a state of serious injury when he met his mother, Visenna. Visenna kept running away, and Geralt didn't get an answer to the question.

In the end, the woman "fleeed" while he was in a coma, until Geralt's fate ended, and he never saw his deep-rooted mother again.

But this time, because of his own intervention, Geralt took the initiative. It was not easy to let Visenna escape.

If after the dialogue, the mother and son are still separated from each other and do not communicate with each other.

It is inevitably regrettable.

"Dude, don't you think I'm funny." Geralt suddenly let go of his glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the magic lamp on the ceiling of the tavern, "Being a witcher means saying goodbye to the past life, Complete separation from the family of origin."

"Vesemir warned me so many times. Escal and Lambert also followed this rule, or this fate, and never contacted their families."

"But I've never forgotten her. Ever since I was a child, I've always dreamed of seeing her. It's not a witcher!"

"Gulugulu!" He drank a large glass of beer in one breath, a flush of pale cheeks flushed,

"Make it clear, there are no such inhumane rules in the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters!" Roan said, "The Demon Hunters are advancing with the times, and our mutation methods, working methods, and conduct rules are all changing."

"The way I get along with my family is different from before. Take myself as an example." Roy asked seriously, "I've been a witcher for three years, and I've stayed away from old Moore and Susie?"

Geralt shook his head.

"Did they live better or worse under my influence?"

Quite moisturizing.

Geralt thought.

Also gave birth to you a younger brother Mino.

"For witchers, being separated from their families and bearing a lonely, miserable, and desolate destiny is a thing of the past!" Roy smiled proudly, "We should have new goals and ideals, and our existence is no longer to help Humans hunt monsters and save others in dire straits, and now there are fewer and fewer monsters, and they can’t do it!”

"There is only one ideal and motive for our actions-to change the fate of ourselves, our relatives, friends, brothers, and lovers-" Roy raised his voice, his tone was infectious, "Let everyone be happy!"

Yurga opened his mouth wide when he heard the words, unbelievable that this kind of nonsense came from the mouth of a witcher.

It sounds rhetorical, but it is inexplicably full of motivation.

It's not just witchers, many humans are fighting for this goal.

"Visenna is your family. She left you for a reason, and she always misses you in her heart."

"It's human nature that you want to be close to her!"

"So... it's right for me to keep in touch with her?" Geralt asked, looking at Roy.

"That's needless to ask!" Roy patted him on the shoulder suddenly, "If you leave without a word, it will be puzzling! It is both hypocritical and childish!"

Geralt's face was embarrassed, he did have this idea at first.

"It's hard to pick up the long-lost family again, so don't let go easily." Roy encouraged,

"It's enough to take a little thought to manage it, and you don't need to pay attention all the time. It's enough to visit and contact each other every once in a while to let each other know that the other party is safe and sound."

After hearing this, Geralt's sad face suddenly disappeared, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he patted the head of the little black dog under his feet with ease.

The shaking of the legs stopped for ten seconds.

Then it jumped even more, and even purred softly, in response to the screams of drunkards on the dance floor.

"Man, I like to listen to your analysis. You can always speak to my heart and give me a fatal blow, no matter if it's good or bad!"

"My words are not so cheap, this is a prophecy!" Roy smiled brightly, "You should thank me very much, and everyone who hears my prophecy will be happy."

"This... Master..." Yurga rubbed his hands and asked with a smile on his face, "Can you give me a prophecy?"

"You'll be a dad again!"

Yurga's face changed greatly, and he opened his mouth, the drink lingered in his throat, and immediately sprayed.

Roy covered the businessman's mouth like lightning.

He didn't let go until his face flushed and he swallowed the wine back in his stomach.

"Just kidding, in short, you will have a surprise when you come home."

The businessman hiccupped with resentment in his eyes, and it took a long time for him to relax.

"Two masters, how about going tomorrow? I plan to go shopping again in the afternoon and bring some gifts for Christide and the two children!"

Geralt was silent. He proposed the law of accident to the businessman on a whim. He didn't intend to take away one of the other's sons, or a handful of pickles and a salted fish that were drying in the yard.

"I have to find Ciri, so Yurga, sorry I can't go home with you."

"Do you have a better place?" Roy smiled at him. "Man, the Law of Accidents is not random nonsense, she has the power of destiny."

"You said yourself that if you survive this prison disaster, you will pass the trial of fate!"

"You're not going to accept the gift of fate now?" Roy said meaningfully, "Perhaps what you want is right there - Trans-Livia is not too far from Mayena."

Geralt's heart suddenly surged with anticipation, and he no longer refuted.

"That's it!" Roy took a drink, his cheeks flushed with excitement, "Let's go with Yurga tomorrow!"

"There's still one thing I don't understand." The businessman patted his belly, and the drink swayed in it. "What is the red light? If we just ignore it, will there be a big problem?"

"You were exposed to the red light for five minutes and didn't feel any discomfort?" Roy asked without answering,

"On the contrary, I feel a lot more relaxed, and my physique has become stronger. The red light seems to have cured my rheumatism for many years, otherwise I can't survive so many days of dirty and cold prison life!"

Good people are rewarded.

"Maybe the red light is really some kind of high-level divine art designed to punish the wicked? Anyway, I went back to the woods to search twice, but couldn't find any clues."

Roy's eyes were full of fear. He would never forget the scene where Mato was burned to ashes by the red light. There was still an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"The Druids of Mayena have already started a carpet search. When there is a result, I will naturally be notified."

"Who will inform you?" Geralt raised his eyebrows.

"Beautiful Ms. Visenna, I also exchanged contact information with her." Roy took out a telescopic crystal, ignoring the blue face of the white wolf, and said with a longing, "Maybe I will often ask her for advice. The way of nature."

Find a way to pull her into the frat lab.

"Boy, when did you get caught in Lambert's disgusting bad habits. I warn you - don't try to play Visenna, or believe it or not I'll sue Ms. Rita and have her give you a slap in the face. !"

"Uh... I'm joking, Geralt, you know, I'm all about power, and I'm not interested in women over two hundred..."

...

On the other side, on the outskirts of Mayena.

In a splendid mountain flower bush.

A druid draped in thick bearskin, a wreath of antlers and mistletoe, and a wild tattoo all over his face, removes a mountain flower from his forehead.

Finish sorting out the words of plants in your mind.

The pupils are like a burning forest.

"Second energy field, fifteen dead."

"Who the hell is doing experiments on our site!"

"You must pay the price!"