The Divine Hunter

The orange sun wheel gleamed in the sky, the usually bustling blacksmith shop unexpectedly closed its doors, and the house was full of sadness.

"Chamil, Farik, the burden of the family will fall on your shoulders in the future, remember to support each other and take care of your body... The business of forging should be done within one's capacity, and don't rashly provoke the ice trolls again. There will be someone as good as Master Oaks to save you again!" Clough hugged the two brothers' shoulders, his eyes were red, "If you are free, don't forget to come to Nuocheng to visit Yuna and me."

"My brother, do you want to leave Udvik!" Falric gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, glanced at the witcher who was listening quietly, raised his chin, as if to sacrifice himself, "I will go for you. !"

"I promised the master, this is the promise of the men of the Todaroqu family!" Clough refused righteously, but the twitching corner of his mouth betrayed him.

He has long wanted to change the plain life and add more color.

Well now, it is logical to leave the responsibility of forging the family to the two brothers.

"Can Yuna stay," Chamil looked at the impatient girl by the window, "your aunt has found a husband for you - Parker, the strongest fisherman in Cod Town, who can return with a full reward every time he goes out to sea!"

"No! I remember him. I said something to him last time, and I was almost killed by his bad breath!" Goldilocks hurriedly shook her head, her tender face with a little baby fat was full of resistance, "I decided then. , I have to dedicate my life to the god of blacksmithing. So... um... I have to go to other countries to gain experience! Even if people are apprentices or helpers, this is called adventure!"

"Oh, the girl can't help herself when she's older."

Roy said meaningfully,

"You don't have to worry, this time is not parting from life or death. You can come to Nuocheng at any time in the future. My organization is eager for all kinds of talents and will always open the door to you."

...

Clough Todaroqu's father and daughter advocate efficiency. After saying goodbye to relatives and friends, they quickly packed their luggage - a few simple sets of clothes, and a forging tool called hand.

The two father and daughter followed the witcher out of Codfish Town and entered a remote and uninhabited oak forest.

And hid Arrondette in the bushes again.

"Shouldn't we go north to the Marlin Coast to take a boat, and then to Novigrad?" Clough rubbed the blade with a puzzled look, "How did you go south, this weapon is for our ship's self-defense?"

"Is this a gift?" Carrying a heavy burden,

The girl in the yellow linen dress rubbed her fingertips against the dark red, delicate and domineering hand crossbow, a surprise flashed across her face.

"The boat ride is too slow, I'll take you to 'run' directly." Roy urged the two of them seriously, "These two weapons are temporarily lent to the two of them as insurance. Once you have them, don't lose them."

Skellige was thousands of miles away from Nuocheng, and the carriage by sea and land would have to travel for at least a month. Roy didn't have the patience.

"What does 'run' mean?" the blacksmith asked curiously.

The witcher smiled without saying a word, took out two ropes, and fastened the ends of the ropes to his left and right hands.

"Follow me later. To be honest, this is the first time I've led someone to 'run away'. If you feel a little uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but be patient."

Roy has done experiments earlier, and the teleportation and flashing powers are limited, and he cannot carry things that are too large, such as people, to travel together.

But the World Gate is different. It can last for a period of time, which means that other than Roy, other people can also travel through space with him.

The blacksmith's face turned blue and his palms were sweating coldly, but Yuna's face flushed with excitement.

"Don't be nervous! Hey, Clough, have you heard of the Ice Giant?" Roy tied the other end of the twine to the hands of the blacksmith's father and daughter.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden? There's a song going around in Grandpa's generation - look at that icy blue behemoth, polish that shining tusk, clean it with flesh, then polish it with ice! Feel its cold breath. , and its blinking red eyes, waiting for the long-lost warrior to enter its sneering mouth." Clough's cadence is like reciting poetry, "There is an ice-blue giant hibernating on the top of a mountain, and when he wakes up When the time comes, the entire Udvik will be reduced to hell. In my opinion, if there are ice giants, they must be much more dangerous than ice trolls and giant bears!"

"Did the prophecy mention which mountain it hibernated on?"

"I don't know that. No one has ever seen that guy with his own eyes. It only appears in legends and poems. You ask this, do you mean to..."

"Master Oaks, I heard the old man say it when I was a child," Yuna interrupted suddenly, her forefinger twisting around her hair, "the mountain where our family's mine is located is deeper in the mountain, through the mountain canyons and cliffs, there is a road leading to the most No one knows what lives in the cave of the peak. But once my ancestors and some warriors entered the cave to explore, but they never returned.”

"So it is." The witcher's eyes flashed, and he had a plan in his heart. "It's almost there, two, hold your breath!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Swah——

The witcher pulled in front of him at will, and the incredible scene made the blacksmith father and daughter hold their breath—the slender palms opened a space crack, and the crack instantly evolved into a prismatic pitch-black door, just the size to accommodate one person.

Roy stepped in vigorously, a huge force rushed from the sturdy cable, and the two father and daughter who were in a state of confusion were dragged and followed involuntarily.

The long and narrow corridor has no air and no sound - except for darkness and nothingness, there are dazzling spots of light shining like stars in the night sky along the way, and it seems to greet them warmly and invite them to visit.

The two of them felt inexplicably that there was a great danger lurking in them.

They raised their heads and followed the witcher in front of them stiffly. His back was dark and majestic, his cloak was swirling, vast and lonely—as if running wildly over the deep and vast starry sky, towards the end of time and all things.

click-

The grotesque journey lasted less than two breaths in total.

At the border of darkness, the witcher jumped and led the two of them into an infinitely bright space!

"breathe…"

"breathe…"

"Master! What happened just now, where are we going?" The blacksmith looked around, the green alder trees undulating in the breeze, the slippery forest floor under his feet, and the roots protruding from the fallen leaves.

The fragrance of earth and plants penetrates the nose.

Birds sing on the branches.

"We have reached the outskirts of Novigrad."

Roy squatted down, reached out and scratched a big fluffy head - a yellow-brown ferocious animal, laying lazily at his feet and rolling around, revealing a soft belly.

It's like a kitten begging its owner to caress.

Despite its lovely demeanor, the falcon-like long beak, huge gray wings, and the lion's gleaming claws still make people shudder.

Clough protected his daughter Yuna nervously, and the girl suddenly clinged to her father's back, not daring to breathe, and her dark eyes were full of fear and curiosity.

"Don't be afraid, Golphine is very obedient..." Roy smiled gently at the two of them, untied the hemp ropes on the three of them in an orderly manner, and retracted their weapons, "Although it is a griffin, it never hurts friends, and the two All are distinguished guests!"

Griffin received the order, climbed up, raised his long beak, nodded at the blacksmith father and daughter arrogantly, and his dark pupils showed a humanized emotion.

"Cuckoo!"

As if to say - hello, my name is Golphin.

"Master, tell me honestly, you are really a witcher and nothing else, a legendary spellcaster, a jungle druid, a reclusive hermit master?!" The blacksmith followed Roy and went to Walking in the depths of the alder forest, he looked curiously at the griffin flying into the sky, the fallen leaves and dead branches under his feet swirled with the recoil airflow, and there was a brisk roar in the sky.

"If you want, it's fine to think of me as a beast trainer." Roy shook his head, looking not far ahead, deep in the jungle, Serret with a hairband and twinkling eyes was already waiting there. " Come, let me introduce you, this is Serrit, Treasurer of the Witcher Brotherhood."

"Boy, didn't Rita Ned say you go to the master blacksmith and come back so soon? These two are..." Viper-like pupils turned to the blacksmith Clough, who could not help but straighten his back.

"Who am I? Chief Prophet of the Witcher Brotherhood, I'm here, and there are still problems to settle?" Roy smiled proudly, "Clear your eyes and show me! This is from the Skellige Islands. Clough, the master blacksmith of the Todaroqu family, who is proficient in forging armor and swords, this beautiful lady is her daughter, an excellent armorer, Lady Yuna."

"For the next ten years, they'll be full-time blacksmiths in the fraternity!"

As he spoke, Roy handed several contracts to the treasurer.

Serrit glanced through it quickly, kept nodding, a smile on his gloomy face, and shook hands with the father and daughter.

"Welcome to Gawain's House, and I assure you both that joining the Witcher Brotherhood will be the best decision you have made."

"Haha, I hope so, anyway, I have already boarded the ship of the Witcher Brotherhood, and I don't plan to come down." Clough touched the shallow stubble on his chin, exchanged glances with his daughter, and felt relieved.

"When Vesemir comes back, he will definitely be happy!" Serrit sighed. "He has already had a lot of trouble with the school blueprint and dragon scales and keel bones. After all, he is a lot of age, and it's not good to work too hard. , and now someone is finally sharing the pressure for him!"

"He went to Orsenfurt again?"

"You can't think of it? This time, Countess Marina Minorle is here, and the old man is cleaning her up in the dance hall! It's probably dancing now."

"Where's Geralt?"

"I don't know where to hide, but nine times out of ten, he is secretly contacting his mother, Ms. Vissena."

The corners of Roy's mouth curved, and his heart was quite relieved.

"The other guys are either accompanying the students or going to the dance hall to drink."

"H... Is Falgar still used to it? Has there been any suspicious person in Nuocheng recently?"

The blacksmith father and daughter listened quietly to their discussion, only to hear the human touch.

The witcher's behavior was completely different from what they expected.

"What if the little girl isn't used to it? Madam Yennefer ate her to the death. As for suspicious people... Aiden, Lambert, and Lord Gawain have all sent people to watch, as long as the unscrupulous people dare to come to the door, keep them safe and call them. There is no return!"

"I knew it was safe to have you in Gawain's house!" Roy nodded, "I'll leave these two to you."

"Aren't you coming together?" Clough looked stunned.

"I still have unresolved matters in the Skellige Islands," Roy glanced at the blacksmith. "Don't worry, the fraternity in the school will take good care of you!"

Immediately took out a lot of the harvest of Skellige's trip, Hekna mutants, troll mutants, a lot of organ tissue and fangs, claws...

"Give it to Letho and Kayan, alchemy."

Serrit's eyelids jumped, did this kid stab the monster's nest?

"Almost forgot, the children also have gifts..." A malicious smile crossed Roy's face, and suddenly he took out a wet sack, the surface of which was soaked with yellow liquid.

Gives off a strong, sickening stench.

Serret covered his nose instantly, turned his face, and his cold eyes shot the color of disgust.

With the concentration he has cultivated for eighty years, there is a feeling of suffocation that is about to stop breathing.

"Boy, don't tell me there's a shark's poop in it!"

"No, no, this is good stuff, pickled shark meat, whale meat, pickled puffins! Smelly and fragrant." Roy grinned and bared his teeth, smiling with crooked eyes, even imitating the troll's mantra.

And the two blacksmith father and daughter looked at his unscrupulous smile, suddenly trembling all over.

Do not provoke Master Oaks.

"Guaranteed that most of the children can get a share, especially the five witcher apprentices and the seven reservists." Roy solemnly handed the thing to Serrit, whose cheeks were twitching, "Make sure to let each of them eat it. If you lose two pounds, that's what a witcher has to go through! Understand?"

Serrit glared at Roy angrily.

"You want them to die?"

"Better than swimming in shitholes? Stop gossip, man, get me a bottle of ogre oil, and Snake's special tetrodotoxin, I have important uses!"

...

Gawain House.

This is Yuna's first time away from her hometown of Udvik in fifteen years.

She was like a country bumpkin entering the city, her blond braids were lively and dancing, and her big bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she kept looking at the small houses built of logs.

Some people were reading and writing in the house, some were tinkering with bottles and jars and boiling cauldrons, some boys with dirty faces outside the fence were tending the tomatoes and eggplants in the farmland, and the twelve on the right side of the yard showed their arms and The boy in the upper body was watching the new guest curiously, and then he was yelled at by a thin man with sunglasses, and all began to squat.

In the center of the yard, a little girl with silver-gray hair was giving orders to a little black dog with a delicate face, and her arrogant appearance was like a master animal trainer.

Under her various perverted instructions, the sausage-like puppy rolled, circled, ran, walked slowly, stuck its tongue out and yelped.

"Master Serrit, what exactly is this place?"

"Didn't Roy make it clear to you? Gawain's House, an orphanage run by a witcher."

"Wait, who is Roy?" Clough's heart skipped a beat, his expression became weird, "You don't mean Master Oaks, who left before, right?"

Serrit rubbed his temples when he heard the words, feeling really powerless to complain.

This damn guy is always using his brother's name to go out and fool around, for fear of causing trouble for Oaks.

"His name is Roy, and he is probably in the rebellious period of his youth. He loves mischief... As for Oaks, there is another person!"

"Are you kidding me? Can a witcher who hasn't even passed adolescence kill two ice trolls?" The blacksmith was even more surprised, with a look of disbelief.

Serret shook his head and smiled, and led the two to an earth-rock blacksmith shop outside the fence.

Yuna and Clough couldn't help but look disappointed.

The facilities in the shop are quite simple, no matter the flame temperature of the furnace built of adobe, the flatness of the iron felt, it faithfully inherits the rough and open-minded style of the witcher - as long as it can be used!

Far inferior to the blacksmith's shop in Udvik.

However, it is not without its advantages. Serrit showed them a bunch of animal skin blueprints in succession - recording all kinds of clever and sophisticated armors, weapons, and special alloys, even in the eyes of master blacksmith Clough, still amazed. .

"Wolf School, Griffin School, Viper School, Bear School, Flying Lion School Equipment Blueprints, you can study as you like." Serrit said, "For the time being, we will build a set of each, most of the materials are ready for you. , if you have any other requirements, just tell the old man, and he will be back at night."

"These drawings involve several forging methods that I have never seen before," Clough pondered. "It will take at least three months to develop..."

"You control the forging progress yourself. I believe in the master's level. As for the research on dragon scales and keel bones, the old man will explain to you later."

Clough nodded and squeezed his fist, his expression cheered. Having stayed on his home island for decades, he rarely encountered such a daunting challenge - the witcher's secret equipment blueprint, the legendary dragon scale keel!

"By the way, if the two of you are not satisfied with the equipment of the blacksmith shop, go to the city to purchase together in the afternoon. It's time to remodel the blacksmith shop. After all, this will be your workplace for a long time to come!"

...

"They...are they reading and writing?" Yuna glanced at the children in the classroom, who were burying their heads in copying by the neat square table, with envy and eagerness on their faces.

She has never been to school since she was a child, and her deceased mother taught her the basic northern script.

"Learn some advanced cultural knowledge. Yuna, right," Serret pondered for a moment, "if you want, you can study with the children every morning, except for blacksmith work, alchemy, hunting, you can do whatever you like. try."

"But this doesn't conform to the terms of the agreement. I'm here to work, not enjoy!" Yuna shook her head nervously.

"Roy left a sentence at the end of the contract, didn't you two notice it - just treat this as home!"

Father and daughter looked at each other, and the originally anxious mood suddenly relaxed, and the witcher was more approachable than expected.

They had a hunch that this trip to Novigrad would be unexpectedly exciting!

"You two get used to the equipment first. During lunch time, I will show you everyone! They are very happy to make new friends!"

...

On the other side, Roy, who was teleported back to Udvik Island, rushed to the northern mountains without stopping.

The original road went through the mine occupied by trolls and climbed up the canyon to a triangular cave entrance.

The slope slopes downward.

The bloody aura at the entrance of the cave formed several ribbons that poured into the depths.

The witcher stood in front of the cave and made a knock on the door. His eyes flashed with excitement.

"Ice giant, are you still sleeping comfortably? I'm here to find you."