The Divine Hunter

Roy glanced at the pair of master and apprentice who had just reached an agreement.

Casillas Burns Arzu

Age: 14

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Cosimo Malaspina

Age: 180

Occupation: Alchemist, Warlock

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The legendary creator appears alive within reach, the hair on his face, the breath between his mouth and nose, the faint body odor, the hair and beard fluttering in the wind, the chaotic energy overflowing from the body, all so clear and distinct. Just like the real world...

Is this really an illusion?

"Who is Your Excellency?"

In the pavilion, the old man with fluttering white beard in a robe turned his head and turned his eyes to this uninvited guest.

And the young Arzu was startled, he didn't notice that there was another person next to him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb the two of you." Roy bowed towards the two of them and looked at the boy, "I just want to come over to say hello. We met before, in the Burns family garden..."

Roy mentions the last garden bullying incident.

Cosimo looked at the new disciple with doubts.

Arzu opened his mouth wide, his palms unconsciously rubbing the surface of the rough stone pillar, repeatedly observing the witcher's face, shaking his head,

"Your Excellency Roy has the wrong person, I don't remember where I saw you!"

"You remember correctly?"

"Teacher, since I was a child, I have the ability to never forget. As long as I meet people, even if I look at them twice, I can remember them for a lifetime. But he, I have no impression." He muttered, "but he said again. By the way, I like to read The Guide to the Virtues of Knights."

Why can't you remember me?

The realism of the scenes after these fogs is by no means comparable to fantasy.

He even thought he was back in the past,

First a chat with Arzu as a child, then as a teenager.

But why did he have no impression of himself, and did not produce the so-called butterfly effect at all.

Roy couldn't understand.

But he felt that the answer to this question pointed directly to the core of the foggy world!

"Then I'm sorry, just treat me as the wrong person," said the witcher regretfully.

"Why don't you come in and sit and communicate? There are not many human beings in the world who control the energy of chaos. Since it is a kind of fate to meet them." The old man smiled and invited him warmly.

Roy nodded and sat on the stone bench opposite the two.

"I take the liberty to ask... Is your Excellency from the east of the Blue Mountains?" Cosimo's vicissitudes of life swept through his clothes, physical signs, and the chaotic energy that was as pale as a veil.

"The old man asks himself for his extensive knowledge, but he doesn't remember where in the north and south, where people dress like your Excellency, with specially-made enchanted leather armor and double swords, wearing a silver beast amulet, potions, and silver-gray vertical pupils."

Roy felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The creator of the witcher actually questioned his identity.

But he was right when he thought about it. At this point in history, they have not been created yet.

He had an interesting idea.

"I live in the north, and a long time ago I started wandering around without a fixed place. The world is so vast that it is not unusual for Master Cosimo to have not seen me."

"Are your eyes born this way? Are you a natural master of chaotic energy?"

"Like me?" Arzu suddenly felt that the stranger who suddenly entered was much pleasing to the eye.

"On the contrary, I have been artificially transformed and mutated..." Roy grinned at the two of them and said frankly, "From an ordinary person to a little bit of magical talent, with two swords, I learned a few insignificant spells, traveled around the world, and dealt with monsters, water ghosts, ghouls, and high-level vampires that attacked and killed humans. You should know that the world is very chaotic and dangerous, and there are many deadly to ordinary people. Evil exists."

"Transformation, mutation?" Cosimo keenly captured the key point in his words, and a scorching fire flashed in his eyes, "This is somewhat similar to the Warlock Brotherhood's project in Lisberg Castle."

"Killing monsters? Fighting for justice," Arzu's face flushed slightly with excitement.

It seems that he has found a like-minded companion, "Isn't that chivalry?!"

...

"Master Cosimo, did you mention Risberg's renovation project?" Roy interrupted the two of them and asked with great interest.

"Your Excellency is so frank, it would be too petty for the old man to keep secrets... Let's talk." The old man stroked his white beard and said, "A group of mages, with the support of the Northern Warlock Brotherhood, carried out mutations and transformations for ordinary humans. Experiment, trying to make ordinary people have magical qualifications to deal with the dark monsters all over the world, and even become a powerful thug."

"Unfortunately, there has been no progress so far, and the fate of the participants in the experiment... is terrible."

"Ah, are they all dead?" Arzu interjected.

"Well, there's no life left..." Cosimo looked at the witcher, "So Your Excellency claims that he has passed transformation and mutation is no less than a miracle... If it is convenient, how about a deal, and the secret of your success..."

Roy smiled, thought for a moment, and said that sentence without reservation. At first, Leto told him the insights of the creator of the witcher.

"Time will ask for a replacement price. The old clay becomes harder and harder. Adults cannot transform it, but it can only collapse into slag. Only young life can have 'plasticity'."

plasticity?

Cosimo Manaspina was stunned, resting on the stone bench with his hands on his chin, in a state of contemplation.

And Roy looked at Arzu again.

"Boy, are you still being beaten? Are you still meddling in order to gain the approval of others?"

"Ah, how do you know so clearly? Did we meet, I forgot you?" Arzu frowned, with a ghostly expression,

"Please answer me."

The mist slowly surged up from around the pavilion, covering Cosimo in his thoughts.

"I will practice it for the rest of my life..." Arzu's firm words became choppy in the mist.

"So does anyone recognize you?"

"Liliana..." The young voice became a little more shy, "The first person to recognize me, not only saved my life, but also supported my actions without reservation, and has a nobler and greater ideal than me."

The voice fell...

Thick fog obscures everything.

Roy sat in the chaotic fog and sighed.

Whether what he is experiencing now is true or false, it has something to do with Arzu, the creator of the witcher.

He had another goal in mind.

He wants to witness history in this mysterious fog and figure out how Arzu's life has changed.

How did you get the fragments?

The fog was thick, and soon it was another scene.

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A tall and straight handsome young man with slightly curly black hair and a woman with pink face and peach cheeks, beautiful eyes, and a medicine basket beside her knees sat beside the clear stream, allowing the water to soak her ankles.

The girl comfortably stirred the water with her little white feet, her jet-black hair reflected the bright sunlight, and the smile on her face was sweet and moving, while the man lowered his head and frowned.

"Alzu... It's hard to meet you, so you should be happy!" The girl touched his profile with her hands covered in the stream, "I like to see you smiling, so let me know if you are unhappy. I listen!"

"Liliana... I just learned from the teacher that because of the transformation of chaotic energy, warlocks can live for a long, long time..."

"How long?" The girl tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and exhaled hot air into his ears playfully,

"A few lifetimes of an ordinary person, no, maybe ten lifetimes." Arzu suddenly turned pale, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and hugged her shoulder tightly, as if to rub her into her body, so hard that the girl slightly Choking, "I'm worried, you understand?"

The girl pursed her lips, leaned in his arms, looked up at him,

"Speaking of which, it's my fault that I'm too stupid and have no talent...I can't learn magic with you. But isn't there an old saying, no matter how long you live, as long as you have ideals, your life will not be wasted."

"It's not enough." Arzu put his arms around its fragrant shoulders and muttered to himself, the young people's love troubles appeared on his heroic and handsome face, "I can't imagine how life will be without you by my side in the future. "

"You think too far, am I not living well now? As long as I'm still here, I'll remember you and pray for you."

"Don't worry, just smile and say something happy, how is your magic?"

"The teacher said that I am a genius that is rare in a century," Arzu swung the five fingers of his left hand as flexibly as plucking the strings of a piano. A huge vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the flowing stream, and as it turned, water splashed in all directions.

A sandbag-sized, crystal clear water polo emerged from the whirlpool and hovered in front of the two of them.

As Arzu twitched his fingers, he quickly transformed into various animal forms, dogs, sheep, cows, snakes... It was like a wonderful magic.

"Liliana, the chaotic energy is too powerful. I have only learned magic for ten years."

"The scum and social scum who used to be able to beat me fiercely, now, I can solve them with one finger."

"I only know now that it is so simple to act as a chivalrous person and eradicate evildoers."

The young man's face glowed with confidence that he had never had before.

But the enthusiasm and stubbornness that he had when he was beaten up by a few unknown soldiers in the past is like a small fire under the embers, gradually extinguishing.

"It's a good thing," the woman joked. "You'll never be beaten up like you used to, and you'll be comatose in the gutter, waiting for me to heal you."

"No, Liliana, I'll always need you..." Alzu hurriedly stared at her with brown eyes, pulling her left hand to her chest, "You mean to me, just like the story says. Yes, the harbor of the soul, without your company and encouragement, I would have given up a long time ago, and lived all day like my cousin."

The woman Li Wu smiled lightly, leaning her face on his chest,

"Continue to the Brotherhood of Warlocks."

"No one in the fraternity discriminates against me, insults my origin, and they mostly respect me, or talent and hard work. I no longer have to go all out to seek approval from others."

"But the more I know about magic, the more I feel insignificant. The evil in the world, injustice, injustice, and countless others, I will never be able to solve it by myself."

"The higher-ups in the Warlock Brotherhood seem to have seen my ideals, and they began to strongly invite Teacher Cosimo and me to go to Risberg together to help them study the human mutation transformation plan and deal with monsters."

"Ah?" Liliana pulled on his sleeve nervously, "You agreed?"

"No. I remember you said that if you want to torture a group of people and sacrifice a group of people in exchange for the happiness of others, it is wrong from the root."

"I don't want to torture those innocent experimenters. Teacher Cosimo respects my opinion... He also believes that the results of mutation experiments may be stolen and abused in warfare."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at him,

"Is your work going well?" Arzu touched the girl's hair lovingly,

"The 'endless war' is still going on, and a large number of wounded soldiers are sent to the temple hospital every day... In addition, the number of monsters is increasing, and evil spirits and ghouls are attacking humans more and more frequently. There was a flash of sparkle in the girl's eyes, and she said worriedly, "The temple hospital is fully loaded from morning to night. There are no beds in the hospital, and some injured people have to make floors in the yard. The ground is cold and hard. The air was not good either, there was a mess of wailing everywhere, and every day a few people were too badly injured to be healed... they were thrown into the morgue..."

"But I'm just an ordinary doctor, and there's no way to change the situation." The woman was agitated, with a trace of self-blame on her pretty face, she grabbed the man's hand suddenly, and changed her voice, "Do you still remember our ideal?"

"Of course... I've made it my creed - to create a safer world and free our compatriots from all monsters lurking in the shadows."

"Very well, Arzu. Always remember that you are my hope."

"By the way, I have something for you."

Arzu took out a fingernail-sized badge from the placket. The lifelike lilies bloomed beautifully, and the chaotic energy glowed on the silver surface.

"Try it on, don't take it off anyway, it will protect you."

"Um."

The stream is not far.

The witcher, who was hiding in the bushes, became blurred again, and the surging mist led him elsewhere.

...

The sky was overcast, and the rain was woven into a silver curtain, covering the grassy suburbs, a cemetery.

In the hazy drizzle, Arzu, whose face had grown mature, had a short beard on his chin, and was filled with sadness, and Cosimo, who was still full of white beards, and who was full of wise men, stood in front of a tombstone.

A lily clump was drenched by the rain and was dying.

"How did it happen?"

"When she went to the outskirts to collect medicine, she rescued a man who was attacked by a ghoul... The man survived, but she herself died..." Arzu said in despair.

"Where's her amulet?"

Arzu was stunned for a while, then squatted down and gently stroked the tombstone with one hand, and in the open palm of the other hand lay a lily badge with a broken corner, "This little fool, he injured the badge. , who protected him from the minions of the ghouls."

"It's ridiculous, so far that man has never come to the grave to worship once."

"I can't figure it out." Arzu smiled and looked at the tombstone, tears rolled out of his eyes unconsciously, an indescribable pain, grievance, and anger rose with the blood and penetrated into the bone marrow, "She said, if you want to sacrifice one man, in exchange for another man's happiness, is a big mistake."

"Why hurt yourself, hurt me, to save a man who doesn't know each other and doesn't know gratitude!"

"Is it worth it?" he asked at the tombstone, his flushed face was burning with anger, and all the emotions he had poured out before had vanished.

Suddenly bowing his head, anger immediately turned into self-blame and depression,

"Why, I wasn't with her at the time? Didn't expect her to be in danger?"

"I'm an incompetent trash!"

boom!

The left fist slammed the ground hard, the smooth skin cracked, and the dazzling blood slipped from the back of the hand along the front of the fist.

"You can't be resurrected from the dead. My condolences, Alzu. Becoming a warlock means you'll go through life and death many times."

"But Liliana is not yet thirty! She should have lived!" he shouted reluctantly,

"I understand your feelings, but don't hate the wrong person. That man and you are not the culprit." Cosimo patted his shoulder and comforted him warmly, "The source is a monster."

"Without that ghoul, the tragedy would not have happened."

No ghouls?

Arzu gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, wiped his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rainwater.

Look at the lily badge in the palm.

Liliana's innocent face appeared in the flowers, and the tender but firm words echoed in her mind——

Alzu, I want to create a safer world where people can be completely free of all monsters lurking in the shadows!

"Impossible, it's impossible to do it alone..." he sobbed, growling in a low voice, "If I didn't pay attention, I learned magic for a while... woo woo... you're gone... you're gone."

"What did you say, boy?"

"Teacher, I'm going to Lisberg to participate in the mutation experiment. She has already demonstrated to me that sometimes, sacrifice is inevitable."

"Have you thought about it? The transformation experiment has not made any progress so far, and you can pass the psychological level?"

"I want to continue her 'unfinished business'! But obviously, alone, wandering around alone, slaying demons and slaying demons like a madman, it is impossible to sweep away all the monsters, and you are not enough."

"I need help... If not," he squeezed the badge tightly, the hard edges and corners sank into the flesh and blood in the palm of his hand, and the dazzling blood slid down the tiger's mouth to the tombstone, "I will create it myself!"

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A medium-sized castle perched on a rock face emerged from the hazy mist, with brightly painted walls, four high towers and some small, ornately decorated turrets.

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