The Divine Hunter

Dark castle hall.

The white light outside the window and the sparks jumping from the fireplace illuminated the confronting six people.

Four knights in blouses, wizards with iron rods, surrounded the center of the hall, the witcher by the sofa, and the scarred sorceress under his control.

"Roy, I've already expressed my sincerity first, it's your turn," he said in his usual calm tone, "please let go of Lydia, at least, let her relax."

The witcher thought for a while, but didn't refute any more.

Void and serpent.

He has only one chance to shoot, and he must carefully find out the true body among the four illusions.

Otherwise, the snake will not die, but will be harmed by it.

The sorceress, bound by anti-magic shackles, lay relaxed on the sofa opposite the fireplace.

She was full of deep sadness, and when she heard Wei Ge's answer with her own ears, she was heartbroken.

And Roy sat next to her within arm's reach.

"Very good! I like to communicate with people who keep their promises!" The four Vigos had bright smiles on their mouths, and their gazes towards the witcher became milder, "Now it's my turn to ask, you to answer... and then again You, let's communicate equally."

"How did you find out about His Highness Pavetta?"

"On the shipwrecked dragon ship, a sailor from Skellige survived by chance... I found him and learned the truth." Roy made a reminiscence expression, half-truth in his words, trying to get away with it.

Viggo was quite dissatisfied. It was impossible for a sailor to connect Emhyr and Duny, and it was impossible for him to know who he was hiding behind.

This guy is hiding a lot of truth.

"It's my turn, I'm very interested in your life." Roy casually looked at Vigo on the far left and asked sharply, "Are you an orphan, your parents abandoned you since childhood?"

If it was replaced by someone with a sensitive and emotional heart, such as Geralt, he would probably be melancholy by now.

Or turn around in embarrassment.

The expressions of the four male warlocks did not change in the slightest, they were exactly the same, and there was no difference.

It's like hearing an insignificant past event that has long passed away with the wind.

"Young and gentle, but have the quirk of peeping people's privacy?" Warlock laughed. "Yes, when I was about five years old, my two parents who were Origin Warlocks abandoned me."

"Leave me in the slums of Ron Essett, among the little beggars. I was like a mangy dog, wagging its tail at the passing crowd and begging for pity. I rummaged through the rubbish heap for food, often beating people for a moldy loaf of bread. Bleeding."

His tone was sparse and normal, and he didn't seem ashamed.

"Eating rotten, poor food, not a single meal, barely survived until the age of eight."

Lydia, who was lying on the sofa, also quietly pricked up her ears.

The owner never told her about the past.

"Roy, this is the standard answer to the question. It's frank and detailed. Don't hide words, generalize, and ambiguous in conversation, and won't be disturbed by negative emotions such as shame and hatred. The following conversations must abide by this basic rule." Four Viggo looked at the witcher. "I'm interested in you too. Why did you choose to be a mutant instead of a wizard? Has the mysterious magic never attracted you?"

"The fluctuation of magic power on your body is far more than that of ordinary witchers, which proves your talent." Wei Ge took a deep breath, as if smelling the chaotic energy, "Even if you enter Ben Ader, you will If you can become a qualified mage apprentice, no matter how hard you work, it will not be a problem to graduate successfully.”

Roy's eyes swirled among the four figures, and this pile of mirror images, even the eyelashes blinked at the same angle, "This is the will of fate, I met the witcher first.

At the time, my family was threatened by a terrible monster. "

"I only have such a choice, so I seized it without hesitation and became a witcher, at least in control of my own destiny." Roy said this with sincerity.

Viggo nodded in satisfaction.

"You're very different. I've never heard of anyone taking the initiative to become a witcher, to seize their own opportunities instead of indulging in unrealistic illusions, or being wiped out of passion and ideals by a cookie-cutter life. For ordinary people."

"You have ambition and action."

Vigo praised.

"I'm done..." Roy directly forgot the praise, "How did you get on the road of magic?"

"Stubborn boy." Wei Ge shook his head and sighed, and he couldn't help rubbing the iron rod in his hand, "At the age of eight, I was dying in a cold and dirty sewer, and when I was about to die of starvation, a group of Kevirites who happened to pass by the slums happened to be dying. The druids of the ring took me in."

"They brought me around and raised me up."

"Do you know what a druid is? A bunch of freaks and tramps, traveling the world, bowing to the sacred oak."

"Later, in several druid ceremonies, my talent revealed itself, and they began to teach me meditation, martial arts and magic, teaching me how to live in harmony with nature and with this society."

"I wandered with them until I was 20. To be honest, I had no interest in their ideas, I thought it was a total rubbish!"

"Communicate, understand, and live in harmony?"

"Haha, if I really had to abide by this rule, I would have stink and turned into bones in the slums for a few years."

"It is clear that the weak eat the strong, and that is the greatest truth in this world!"

A sonorous voice echoed in the hall.

There was no gratitude in Wei Ge's tone, full of pride.

"I perfectly inherited the magical talent of those two irresponsible warlocks, and soon, the spells of the druids were all learned by me. I was tired of the natural way of the old pedants and rejected them. Advice that brought me into the Brotherhood of Warlocks. I chose to leave and wander alone."

In addition to this stick technique, Wei Ge's ability and behavior of the sky controller are completely different from the Druid who is indifferent to fame and fortune. He never hides his desire for power.

"Roy... How did your organization come together?" the man asked. "Witchers used to be used to fighting alone... It's impossible to form a gang."

"The times have changed, because the witchers of the past were independent and never knew unity, so they gradually declined. Anyone can come and step on it." Roy shook his head, "Step on, we are humble to the ground Here, they are all about to withdraw from the stage of the mainland.”

"Since I joined this group... I naturally want to make changes, keep pace with the times, not follow the trend. So I persuaded my compatriots to gradually win over members of other schools. Although the process is hard, it finally has a little effect. ."

"Our painstaking efforts in Nuocheng have developed very smoothly," the witcher's sharp eyes glanced at the mages around him, "but today, all this has been destroyed by your conspiracy and tricks!"

"Relax, don't get excited." Viggo smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "If I had known that there was someone like you in the witcher, I would not have let Skye, Reins, follow you. Tear off the face. Instead, sit down like this today and communicate calmly. Maybe you can reach a cooperation."

"Don't you think we look alike?"

"The Warlock and the Witcher."

"Longevity."

"Master Chaos Energy."

"Wandering and Remodeling."

"Uncomfortable with the status quo, ambitious," Vigo said softly, "all trying to find change."

Lydia, who was paralyzed on the sofa, looked between the two of them.

Handsome and strong.

But one for the strongest mages she knew, and one for the strongest witchers.

Yes, no witcher can kill so many warlocks as easily as this Roy.

"The difference is huge." Roy shook his head, "I just want to take care of my relatives and friends around me so that they can have an ideal life without affecting others."

"And Your Excellency... In order to realize your ambitions, you have already destroyed countless families and separated your wives."

"Do you think this is a mistake? I can't agree with that," Vigo said. "Aren't people all about themselves? As long as you feel at ease, there's nothing wrong with that."

"What's more, those who achieve big things are not careful, distracted by outsiders, overflowing with sympathy, and controlled by the compassion in their hearts. Instead, it is a taboo and a stumbling block on your road to success."

...

Roy was silent, he couldn't convince Vigo, and the other party couldn't convince himself.

"Continuing the previous topic, it's my turn to ask questions. How did you join the Brotherhood of Warlocks after leaving the Druid Ring? As far as I know, although both are spellcasters, they have completely different ideas."

One strives to minimize disruption to nature and society.

One is doing his best to increase his influence on the world situation.

...

"After leaving the Druid Ring, I began to travel around," Wei Ge explained patiently and meticulously, "At first, I was a little lost, far from today's ambitions, and I didn't know where the road ahead was, so I tried Many careers, try to expand your life as much as possible.”

"Soldiers, robbers, robbers, spies, murderers...wandering businessmen...seeing all kinds of people and things..." The four warlocks flashed memories in their eyes, and their expressions were slightly dazed. Roy tightened his body quietly, his eyes wandered, pinching He clenched his fists, then loosened them for a moment.

He wasn't sure enough to kill with one hit.

Then keep talking.

"After five or six years of wasted time, I found out that those are not what I want..."

"I fell in love with a sorceress when I was twenty-five or six... It was the first time in my life that I gave my heart to someone."

The witcher narrowed his eyes.

This guy full of conspiracy and tricks, and sincerity?

And Lydia pursed her lips.

"Unfortunately, that woman is arrogant, vicious, ruthless and indifferent, she just treats me as a dispensable object of pleasure, one of her dozen faces, the weak under her control. Sometimes she flirts with me during the day, Go to another man's house at night and spread your legs."

"I was fed up with her indulgence and left her. After a bit of reflection, it dawned on me - a companion or something," Viggo smiled at the witcher, "just a treat."

"Birth parents are not trustworthy, let alone the opposite sex who established a connection in the middle." The four warlocks nodded together, slowly circled around the witcher, seeming to agree with their words,

"This kind of realization should be called growth. Since then, I have never been dominated by unwarranted emotions." He looked at Roy, "In this regard, witchers are uniquely endowed. Mutations can wipe out your superfluous feelings and make You are more focused on self-improvement."

"That's just a possibility of mutation." Roy explained, "At least I don't want to be an emotionless machine. Or back to you, then?"

"At the time, I was young and feisty, and I hated them—hated those two hard-hearted bastards who abandoned me after giving birth to me, and hated the woman who had a heart."

"But they're all warlocks."

"Out of hatred, I want to see clearly what kind of group Warlocks are."

Viggo grinned, revealing his white teeth, "It happened that one of the founders of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, Herbert Stanmorford, discovered my talent and sent an invitation to me, and I joined in... wholeheartedly. Invest in this organization."

"But I am gifted and learned very quickly. By the time I was thirty, I had mastered more spells than most stubborn two-hundred-year-olds, and I found that many things I had sought so hard before became readily available, power, money, Beauty, strength..."

"The sorceress I once fell in love with has also become waving and waving away."

Wigfords.

He suffered so much in his youth that his heart was like steel.

However, he is extremely talented, full of pride and arrogance in his temperament.

He asked, "What about you? Roy, where did your unique abilities come from?"

"What do you mean? I'm just an ordinary witcher." Roy pretended to be puzzled.

"You forgot the rules of conversation? Honestly! I even disclosed your personal privacy to you without reservation. You must abide by the principle of equality." The warlock shook his head, "Lydia told me about your battles before through spiritual contact. "

"Tsk tsk, traveling through space...and unbelievable..." He changed the subject. "Please don't shirk this to the witcher's mutation."

Wingford's eyes lit up, "I'm 100% sure that mutation has no such ability, otherwise all the members of the Warlock Brotherhood would have mutated long ago. Don't lie to me, otherwise, there is no need to continue this negotiation."

Roy rolled his eyes, hesitated for a moment, revealed a little, and continued to whet the other party's appetite.

"I have eaten a plant called 'Blood of the Sun', which gives me the power of space."

"You're referring to the dwarf sagebrush, the devil's tail, the Fienne Ichar in the ancient language..." The four Vigos' eyes shone brightly, like lit candles, and took another step closer to the witcher. ,

"you have heard?"

"Of course, it is one of the main ingredients of the ultimate goal of all alchemists, but as far as I know, this plant has long since become extinct."

"Maybe I was lucky and found a tree in the deep forest, but unfortunately there is only one."

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Wygfortz looked at the witcher with more heat.

Roy took a breath and approached Lydia slightly. He asked a rather exaggerated question, "I want to know the specific connection between you and the Emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr Va Enris."

"The cause and effect of your acquaintance with him."

"There can be no mistakes."

The warlocks hesitated for a long time this time.

His eyes flickered.

here we go again.

Once again, the witcher was outspoken about his hidden connection to the Emperor of the South, Emhyr.

But this time, Wei Ge took his doubts into his heart. In fact, he already had some guesses about Roy's identity.

"I used to be a businessman, and after I became a warlock, I still retained some business habits. For example, investing."

"Ordinary investment, to gain wealth, prestige, can no longer satisfy my appetite."

"So I set my sights on a prince in trouble. Thirty years ago, the Nilfgaardian Empire suffered a coup, and Emhyr Va Enreth's father, Fergus Va Enreth, was ousted from the throne. He himself was cursed by the usurper, turned into a hedgehog-headed Dhoni, and fled north across the Manada Valley."

"But he is the Prince of Nilfgaard after all, and he has the possibility of recovery."

"The return on this deal is tens of thousands of times. It's risky, but I'm a risk-taker,"

"That's why I invested in him," Wigfortes said with a proud, undisguised expression, "I guided him to save Calanthe's husband, Rogner of Ebin, on a rainy night in 1237, and Pointing to Duny for the Law of Accidents, and Pavetta, Calanthe's womb, became his accidental daughter."

"The Law of Accidents is unbreakable. Pavetta, who grew up as a young girl, was deeply attracted by Duny, and was taken over by him. When she was a teenager, she secretly had a tryst with him, and she had a dark knot."

The child in Pavetta's womb, Ciri, became Geralt's unexpected daughter again.

A wonderful evolution.

The difference is that Geralt only regards the accidental daughter Ciri as his own daughter, not his little wife.

And Dhoni / Emhyr not only married the accidental daughter, but even considered marrying the daughter of the accidental daughter, Ciri, in order to rule Sintra justifiably.

Simply insane.

"As for later, the shipwreck in the Sedna Abyss, Duny escaped by fake death, returned to Nilfgaard to launch a coup, killed the former usurper, restored the rule of the Enris family, and returned to his real name Emhyr Va Enri Si, launched a war to invade Sintra, you should be aware of this series of events, right?"

Roy nodded,

"Emhyr has successfully ascended the throne, and my investment has had an unimaginable return. But the reward has not yet been realized. It will not be realized until his Black Armor army captures most of the entire northern territory."

Emhyr promises that after all the northern territories become the province of Nilfgaard, Wingford will become the highest governor of the entire province!

The power and status are only under him, the emperor of the south!

But the witcher was far from satisfied,

"Your Excellency Wei Ge, this time your answer is not candid enough, and there are inexhaustible points. You invested in Emhyr, just for the land in the north? Not necessarily?"

"What do you mean?" Vigo put his arms around his chest.

"The series of actions you launched in Nuocheng drove us to a dead end. Isn't it all for her?"

Four warlocks heard the question.

Suddenly, he smiled, and his smile was so bright that it shone like gold.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Because I have confirmed a guess in my heart, this is simply a miracle." The four mages looked at the witcher with burning eyes, and the excitement in their voices could not be suppressed, "I admit that I invested in Emhyr and sent Lien. Si looking for Ciri, the fallen princess of Sintra, the power and status that comes with it are just gifts, and my ultimate goal is to get the ancient blood flowing in her body."

"The supreme bloodline that rules all worlds, the master of time and space!"

"Power and infinite mysteries are the treasures that my generation of mages yearn for infinitely."

"People's desires are always stronger and stronger, and people are always more greedy, I am no exception," Wei Ge's excited voice echoed in the hall, full of pride.

And Lydia, looking at his high-spirited appearance, her eyes fell into obsession again.

"I'm tired of watching the fireworks in this world. I want to get the blood of the ancients! Go through the barriers of space and see the scenery of another world."

"What is a mere north border between infinite planes?"

"And you, you know why I tell you so much and be so honest with you?"

Roy took a deep breath.

"Because you have this qualification!"

He looked at the witcher with a hint of admiration in his eyes, as if he saw himself in a mirror in his ideal state.

"The so-called blood of the sun is just an excuse. The flickering you have shown is the power of space. It is the power of insight and prophecy to reveal a series of my secrets. To resurrect the seriously injured and dying shapeshifter, you used the power of time. Bar?"

"So, Roy, you are the real son of the ancient blood!"