God-level Demon Hunter

"An alchemist and mage, there is something wrong with his mind." Berengar's brown eyes were full of fear, "Because of the confidentiality clause, there is no way to disclose more information."

"Give you a part of the deposit first, and return the money to him!" Lei Suo suggested.

Berengar shook his head, his attitude was very firm, "It's really not possible, when he comes to the door, I will refund two hundred crowns, deducted from the hard work fee!"

"Of course, it's best to save the money."

"It's not easy to deal with a master alchemist. We have to talk about the hard work."

……

After some bargaining, the sweaty two finally reached a consensus.The labor fee has been reduced from 700 crowns to 600 crowns.But Roy and Lesso had to contact the blacksmith shop to borrow furnaces, casting hammers, iron felts, etc. to make tools.

"You really don't give in an inch," Roy said sarcastically, "If you catch someone, you'll be taken advantage of and slaughtered to death. You must have done this kind of dirty work before."

"To each other," Berengar said with a half-smile, the verbal confrontation seemed to have consumed too much energy, and his expression looked a little weak, "You are so stingy at such a young age, what kind of witcher are you? I think it's business. It suits you better."

The bald man watched the whole conversation between the two, and after a long time sighed, suddenly he was glad that he didn't have to manage the accounts.

"By the way..." Berengar took another sip of beer to ease his excitement, "Where did you find these two equipment blueprints?"

"Why do you ask that? Couldn't it be brought out by us from the school?"

"Don't try to fool me..." Berengar said, "As far as I know, most of the equipment blueprints of the Snake faction are lost."

Lesso's heart skipped a beat, "Who told you this news, Colgrim?"

Berengar shook his head and replied casually, "More than 20 years ago, I met a Snake Demon Hunter near the Valley of Flowers in Aden. , and his name is Ivar Evil Eye."

"What did you say?!" The two demon hunters looked at each other, shock flashed across their faces.

Ivar Xieyan, the great master of the Snake Sect, left the Sect 20 years ago and never returned.

They didn't expect to hear from each other on this occasion.

"Your Excellency Berengar, tell me again, what happened next?" Roy asked in a hurry, "Did Lord Ivar tell you where he is going? Still in Aden?"

"I'm sorry... I just had a drink with him in the tavern, and we chatted for less than 10 minutes." Berengar sighed, "Besides, it's been more than 20 years, and I can't remember most of the details."

The atmosphere was momentarily gloomy, and only the sound of Berengar swallowing beer was heard.

"Give me some too..." Lei Suo waved his hand and snatched the beer from his hand. Berengar didn't care, and turned to the young witcher, "Little merchant, do you want some?"

"Is there fruit wine?"

"Tch! Only women and children like sweet and sour things!"

"That's because you have no taste!" Roy said, rolled his eyes, and asked seemingly casually, "Berengar, don't just talk about our snake faction, how is the situation of the wolf faction?"

"Who knows?" Berengar bit the bottle and remained silent for a few seconds, "I quit the wolf faction long ago, and now as a freelance mercenary, how can I have the energy to take care of the witcher's housework?"

"How long have you been away from Kaer Morhen?"

"Over ten years……"

"you……"

"Enough, kid!" Berengar interrupted him impatiently, "Curiosity should be in moderation!"

"Now, you two, let's get ready, I'm going to start the furnace tomorrow morning!"

Roy sighed, if he can coax the guy to Novigrad, then it is basically a certainty to make a good relationship with the wolf faction.

But obviously, this wolf faction traitor was not so easy to convince.

Chapter 3 Commencement

The early morning wind was blowing from the shores of Lake Vizima, brushing the witcher's pale cheeks with a little coldness and dampness.

Roy and Reso leaned against the gate of the blacksmith shop, enjoying a grilled fish cake breakfast comfortably. The inner city river flowed quietly on their left, and the early risers on the spacious and tidy street in front of them rushed to the market. Orientation to start the day with shopping.

The door of the blacksmith's shop behind the two was half closed, and no sound could be heard quietly.

Last night, Berengar and Leto fell into a hangover after drinking a lot of wine, but they woke up early in the morning after sleeping for less than three hours, and rented this blacksmith along the river with two witchers. shop.

Berengar, who was smelling of alcohol, began to forge iron, emphasizing the need for a quiet casting environment, and drove the two assistants who were preparing for it out of the blacksmith shop.

"Is this guy reliable?"

Occasionally, Roy still feels pain over the huge expense.

"Okay, brat!" Leto said angrily, "Berengar is not an ordinary blacksmith on the street. With his master-level blacksmithing ability, he can even have a place in the castles of some big nobles. He is willing to It is already a great favor to help two demon hunters build weapons. As for the high price and the love of drinking, it is not a problem. Who is not a person with first-class abilities who has no eccentricities? You should show him corresponding respect."

"The foundry master is as good as you said?" Roy had some misunderstandings after seeing the dwarves with a blacksmith per capita.

"What do you think?" Lei Suo explained, "In some fields, achievements cannot be made by sweat and experience alone, but talent is also required. Talented blacksmiths, in the forging process, pay attention to certain details. It is also easier to forge sophisticated weapons, which is partly due to the hard work of less talented blacksmiths."

"Leso, it seems that you are an untalented blacksmith, and you haven't become a master blacksmith in more than 80 years."

"..."

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore. Since Master Berengar can rely on the nobles to live a good life, why should he live in poverty."

"Because he used to be a demon hunter..." Lei Suo raised his head, and the warm yellow sun emerged from the sky in his sight, "Even if he doesn't want to admit it, there are more or less wandering elements in his nature."

"It's also possible that nobles don't want to see him."

Roy thought for a while, and summed it up with a more artistic sentence, "Wandering is the romance of a witcher...Well, Dandelion will have to write this sentence into poetry in the future."

"Hand-to-hand combat with water ghosts is the romance of a demon hunter." Lei Suo said quietly behind him, "Remember to add this sentence."

……

There was a slight sound of "sizzling" suddenly from the half-closed door, and Roy couldn't help poking his head into the crack of the door to look secretly. In his imagination, under the strong fire of the furnace in the blacksmith shop, there should be a man whose sweat was shining golden. The muscular man is swinging the hammer hard.

Unfortunately not.

Berengar was bending over and standing in front of the square table, holding something on the table with both arms, drawing two beautiful straight lines from top to bottom as gently as if stirring the water of a lake, and he could faintly see the clothes he lifted up. The sleeve was stained with a little sticky gray dirt, and there was a small plaster-covered shovel on his right hand. The handle was long, but the shovel surface was like a brick with a curved top.

"What is he doing?" Roy wondered, "Why did the master blacksmith start working as a mason?"

"Being able to say this shows that you are a complete layman..." Leto's shiny bald head protruded from Roy's hair, "Do you think that all you need to forge a good weapon is keep beating? Lenkar is making the molds for the weapons."

"Casting?" Roy's eyebrows twitched. He really didn't know much about forging, but he was better at killing monsters, alchemy, and taming animals.

"This kind of mold is used to shape the weapon. Whether the weapon will be a sword, dagger, or gun is determined by the mold. After the special clay is kneaded into the mold, it needs to be put into the kiln next to it to dry."

Roy suddenly realized that this was probably similar to firing pottery.

"The casting mold is fired. The next step is to put the sword casting materials into the crucible according to the proportion to melt and remove impurities, and then cast it into the mold. After cooling down, the most primitive sword embryo will be formed."

"The Snake School's double blades are engraved with patterns and grooves for infusion. It also requires the blacksmith's exquisite craftsmanship to carve the corresponding patterns on the bottom of the mold first."

"The steel sword cast in the mold is just an embryo with a rough surface. After it is taken out of the mold, it needs to be further scraped and polished to make the surface smoother."

"Add accessories, such as turquoise, glass, sword grid, and hilt."

"Finally, the formed Snake School steel sword needs to be sharpened once, using whetstones and water to make the blade sharp."

In this way, Berengar in the blacksmith shop concentrated on shaping the mold. He did it very slowly and carefully. As he said before, this is a long process.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, Lesso combined the movements and rhythms of Berengar in the shop, and personally demonstrated, taught the basic knowledge of blacksmithing to young people, and occasionally questioned and assessed the content of "On Biology", and acted as a bodyguard by the way.

A pale yellow flame the size of a petal bounced back and forth flexibly between the five fingers of the young man, ingeniously as if by magic. In fact, the temperature was not high, not even comparable to the magic trick of a warlock, so it was only used to light a pipe.

This is the magic training method that Roy figured out after awakening the ancient blood. It only needs five points of magic power to last for a quarter of an hour. The training effect is better than simply releasing the magic seal continuously, and it is more important to stick to it during the senior official period. Probably next year, The Demon Hunter Seal can reach Lv2.

Consumed outside the blacksmith shop during the day.

At night, Roy went into the vast wilderness of Vizima alone to hone his sword skills, crossbow shooting, French seal, and familiarize himself with flashing skills.Try to connect several abilities in series to form a stable combat system.

By the way, by using the traps and field knowledge taught by Serrit, hunting can gain a dozen experience points a day.

After the training, he communicated with the mount "Gorfin" far away in Sintra through telepathy, and cared about the little guy's daily life.The little griffin is already half a year old, has the IQ of a human child who is four or five years old, and can convey emotions such as happiness, anger, hunger, and anxiety to its owner.

It has become larger in size, equivalent to an adult pony, and continuing to be kept in a cage will undoubtedly affect growth and development.

"In a few days, find a hidden place on the outskirts of Vizima to summon Golfin." Roy stared at the night sky and fell into meditation.

"It's best to think of a way to disguise it, otherwise it's too inconvenient to carry around."

The fulfilling days always pass quickly, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Berengar showed amazing professionalism. Every morning after a meal, he entered the blacksmith shop to forge without eating or drinking. He didn't stop working until late at night, and even slept at the blacksmith In the shop and the floor shop, he must always control the change of casting materials.

In just one week, his hair became greasy and rotten, his chin had a clump of scraggly stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was extremely excited—the embryos of the steel and silver swords of the Snake School had already taken shape, and there was still room for decoration and decoration. Sharpen your blade.

"Are all casting masters so crazy?" Roy couldn't help admiring the alcoholic now.According to his madman-like work intensity, if he were replaced by an ordinary person, even if he forged a sword, he would not be able to escape a serious illness in the end.

"A person who becomes a master in a certain field must be paranoid and pathological." Lesso said sincerely.Both of them thought that time would go smoothly to the end, and there would be no further complications.

But trouble finally found its way.

On the eighth day, a man with disheveled hair came to the blacksmith shop humming a weird little song.

Chapter 4 Kalkstein

"La la la la la la la la la……"

A middle-aged man squinted, shaking his head and humming a weird little tune. The saffron nightgown kept moving with his swaying body, as if he had been drinking too much or had an epileptic seizure.

He didn't seem to notice the demon hunter who was guarding the gate, and walked straight to the gate of the blacksmith shop, and then bumped into Lesso's strong pectoralis major without accident.

The man shook like a sleepwalker who had been awakened, and his long and thick eyebrows were folded.

"What's going on?" He raised his head.

What kind of face is this?A head of oily dark brown long hair was draped casually behind his head, the clothes on both shoulders were full of dandruff, he had a messy goatee on his chin, protruding browbones, a flat upturned nose, and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks.

Roy couldn't help squinting his eyes, as if he saw an undeveloped curly-haired baboon in red pajamas.

"We should ask you this question... Didn't you look up when you came here?" Roy suppressed a sense of absurdity, and pointed to the "Closed" sign at the door, "The store has recently closed for rectification , no guests, please come back in two days."

"Who said I'm looking for a blacksmith? I'm looking for that guy inside..." The man showed a humane sneer on his monkey face. "If you take my money and don't do anything, it's a serious violation of the agreement! It's clearly written on it!" The man spat and took out a paper agreement from his arms, which only flashed past the demon hunter's eyes, "The debt is owed and the debt is repaid!" Money, even the king can’t afford it! You two want to stop me now?”

The demon hunter understood that this person should be the creditor, the lunatic that Berengar mentioned.But if you don't come sooner or later, seeing that the Snake School's two swords are about to be accomplished, why come to make trouble at this time.

"Don't be impatient, Your Excellency, Berengar will not take your account."

"Are you his friends, demon hunters of a school? Are you going to pay him back?" The man glanced at Roy, especially his neck and pupils, and paused for a moment.

"I am Roy, the Snake Demon Hunter, and this is Leto. We and Berengar are barely...friends. By the way, what do you call your Excellency?"

Roy glanced at the obsidian pendant on the man's neck.

"I am Kalkstein, an alchemist."

The man's voice sounded, and at the same time his personal information was presented to the witcher.

Kalkstein

Age: 209 years old

Identity: Master Alchemy (he has mastered the pinnacle of alchemy skills: potion manufacturing, biology, chemical transformation and magic synthesis)

Free Warlock (He has tame magic flowing through his body, he is not a member of the Warlock Brotherhood)

……

Roy rubbed his temples with a slight headache, and complex colors flashed across his eyes.

This strange-looking man is not an unknown person. If there is no accident, he will have a lot of intersections with Geralt in the future. As a generous alchemist, he even helped the white wolf a lot.But his more notable feature is his unconstrained and eccentric thinking. He has a famous catchphrase——

"Ghouls are cuties who can clean up rotting corpses and prevent plague outbreaks."

It's hard to say simply whether he is a good guy or a bad guy.

He also had some glorious deeds in later generations, such as helping Dandelion to make explosives and blowing up Dijkstra's underground treasure house; during the process of being charcoaled on the grill by the wizard hunter of Eternal Flame, his body burst into fireworks and flew into the sky A row of dazzling and beautiful characters are formed - Radovid eats me.

At that time, Redania under the leadership of Radovid basically swallowed Kaedwen in the east, and the limelight and power were the same for a while.

But this guy has no respect for him.

Regarding Kalkstein, there are all sorts of unreliable rumors, such as studying the Catriona plague in the mouse tower on Fek Island, but inadvertently creating the female plague demon Alexander, which is also his pseudonym.

It is best not to offend this kind of person.

"Tell me," Roy sighed, "How much deposit did that guy charge you?"

"This account can't be calculated like this..." Kalkstein's eyes flashed a shrewdness, "According to Article [-] and Item [-] of the agreement, if Berengar fails to fulfill the agreement, then ten times the compensation deposit will be calculated. Almost two thousand crowns, a huge sum of money. Are you sure you want to pay his debt?"

Roy quickly opened and closed his lips and cursed, "Sorry, such a large amount of money... There is nothing we can do, and it is even more impossible for Berengar to compensate." He took a deep breath, "And I think the compensation ratio of ten times is completely inappropriate Common sense, this is no different from usury, a serious violation of the local laws of Vizima! Double is acceptable."

Kalkstein raised his head proudly, and shook his head, "Before signing the agreement, I hired a notary in the Vizima Court. It is absolutely reasonable and legal, and there is no discount at all. If you don't want to pay back the money, just Don't delay my debt collection!"