God-level Demon Hunter

The two looked at each other and smiled, and toasted each other from afar on both sides of the long table.

"There is one more thing to inform you. Foltest has clearly rejected your last request." Adda said, "But he will compensate you with a sum of money, two thousand oren."

"I expected it a long time ago." The demon hunter was slightly regretful, but this is reality, and reality cannot always develop according to one's will.

"Foltest is too old, and he has lost his courage to look forward and backward." Adda said, "If it were me, I would definitely clean up your stigma. It's not just a matter of a few notices."

Roy shook his head, it was not that simple, but he saw the burning ambition in Adda's long and narrow eyes. "Well, I look forward to that day."

Perhaps in the near future, Vizima will have its first female heir.

"Finally, I have to trouble you with something. Can you ask Mayor Verelard to issue a letter of recommendation, just in case?"

……

In the corridor before leaving Foltest Castle, Roy met another group of acquaintances.

Several soldiers, as well as Zelin and Yagon, who were on crutches, were lying on the stretcher. Many Mars knights were lying on the stretcher. The three White Rose knights were talking with the royal advisor Triss Merigold.

"Good afternoon, Master Roy, it just so happens that you are here!" The three greeted him enthusiastically when they saw him, and surrounded the witcher, followed by the sorceress. "It was thanks to you that we survived last time, and I always wanted to thank you."

"Three words are serious, and you have helped me a lot, so there is no need to thank you." Roy said happily.

Although the three of them are actually much older than him, they have been taken care of by him in their previous actions.

"How is the injury on your body? Does it still hurt?"

Zelin bulged the well-developed biceps on his arms, "I'm completely fine, but Lady Triss said that I have to rest for at least three months."

"Bone injury, three months is considered light." The sorceress walked over with a smile. She seemed to be in a good mood. She was wearing a red evening dress with lace, showing her beautiful figure. "These two are okay. , Knight of Mars will definitely be inseparable from a stretcher this year."

"It's a fluke to be alive..." Mars sat up from the stretcher with the support of his two companions. "Master Roy..."

"Don't move... Sit down obediently. I appreciate your thanks. Just take care of yourself next time. After all, not every time someone saves you."

"That...Master..." Yagon next to him suddenly said hesitantly, "Actually, I have an idea and want to ask for your approval."

"Oh, let's hear it," the witcher said with a half-smile, "I will charge fees as appropriate."

Yagon choked and scratched his head, "I just want your authorization."

"You probably don't know that in addition to being the Knight of the White Rose, I also work part-time as a screenwriter for the Vizima Opera House. In my spare time, I like to work on some innovative plays. And your brave performance last time greatly inspired me. Inspiration. Taking advantage of the time of injury, I wrote your experience of fighting ghouls, water ghosts, and batwing demons into a new opera."

"What?" Roy widened his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The sorceress covered her red lips and couldn't help laughing. She hadn't heard of any fool who made the witcher the protagonist of an opera, and there was no market for it.

"That's right!" Yagon gritted his teeth, "I wrote an opera based on your legendary experience. As long as you agree, I will submit it to the theater, and then prepare for a period of time, waiting for the play to officially start."

"What's your name?"

"The terminator of filth - the legend of the sewer butcher!"

The sorceress finally let out a coquettish "giggle".

"Sewer Butcher, who gave me the nickname?" Roy's face was serious, and his dark golden pupils shot a dangerous color, "Knight Yagon, you learned your aesthetics from Water Ghost, this nickname is simply better than Rooster Killer It's ugly!"

"Master, what is the allusion to the rooster killer?" Yagong was full of curiosity.

"Bah, bah! I just said it casually, using an analogy." Roy explained something, but the effect was not very good. The playwright Yagon muttered in a low voice, "Rooster killer... sewer butcher..." ,

It seems that they want to dig out more "legendary experiences" from it.

"I warn you! Don't think nonsense, if you associate the rooster killer with me, I will recognize the sewer butcher."

"You agree?" Yagon said happily.

"There is no place in your opera that slanders the witcher?" Roy asked cautiously.

"How is that possible!" Yagon patted his chest, blushing, "You are our savior, insulting the savior, repaying kindness with revenge, that is insulting the glory of White Rose, what qualifications do I have to live!?"

"Don't get excited... I didn't doubt you." Roy rubbed his chin and pondered, "So, I'm being praised all over the screen?"

"It's not all..." Yagon emphasized, "I'm writing a documentary-style opera, emphasizing the cruelty and danger of monsters, as well as your superior skills and courage."

"Okay..." The demon hunter gave in, and Foltest refused to justify the demon hunter's name. Will this part-time screenwriter's approach have any effect?He thought it would be worth a try.

"You know where I live. In these two days, ask your brother to send over the script. I want to see it myself."

"No problem, I will give it away tomorrow, and there is still a little authorization fee, twenty oren, it is not a respect! When the show starts broadcasting, you have to come to show your face and win popularity."

"I'm sorry, I had left Vizima by then. As for the license fee, it's waived."

"Are you leaving Vizima?" Triss next to her widened her eyes when she heard this, with a surprised expression and a little regret.

Because she made a fool of herself the first time they met, she never dared to contact this young and handsome witcher again.

But the thoughts in her heart have not changed. Demon hunters and warlocks have similar characteristics, such as the same miserable childhood.

But it can bring her a unique sense of freshness, which is different from all the men, ordinary people and warlocks she has come into contact with before.

Especially considering his close relationship with the older sorceress Coral, and his rescue of a miserable girl.

This novelty is getting stronger and stronger.

The young sorceress couldn't help but want to get in touch and learn more about him, but now it seems that she has no chance.

For now, the relationship between the two is just a nodding acquaintance, and it's not easy for her to ask too much.

"It will take another week, beautiful lady..." The witcher smiled heartily at the sorceress, "but I have a hunch that we will meet again sooner or later."

"I hope so... By the way, Roy has one more thing to ask you. If you meet Geralt or Yennefer, say hello to them for me..." Trissy blinked her light blue eyes playfully .

……

"Good boy, try it, your favorite..." Oakes was teasing a brown horse with a carrot hanging from a willow branch in the stable in the courtyard.

The horse is not tall, but it has a healthy body, shiny hair, and black eyes that are bright and energetic. There is also a blue-faced and long-toothed specimen of the head of a batwing demon hanging on the saddle bag beside it.

Facing the fatal temptation, the horse showed quite disdain, just showed its big white teeth, snorted, swung its tail, and sprayed saliva at Oakes.

"You ungrateful thing, who dragged you back from the Amer Mountains!?"

"Dare to bully my horse, and you don't see who its owner is?" Roy rushed over and snatched the carrot from the man in the hood, and brought it to the brown horse's mouth.

In stark contrast to the previous situation of indifference, the brown horse stretched out its wet tongue and licked Roy's palm affectionately, then obediently gnawed on the carrot.

It purred and gnawed happily, and another fluffy little guy came out of the saddle bag. The meowing Golfin climbed up to Wilt's neck, grabbed its mane, and looked at its master stupidly.

The witcher pointed his finger at it, and Golfin immediately jumped on the back of his hand, then crawled along his shoulders and nestled in the hood behind his head.

"Sorry, Golfin, I don't have any dried fish right now, I'll buy it for you later."

Oakes next to him looked at it for a while, and gave a disdainful "sneer". "What an irresponsible master, why don't you give them to me."

Roy whispered something close to the brown horse's neck, and it immediately turned the horse's head and pointed its butt at Oakes.

Twisted.

"A horse, dare to insult me!?"

Oakes' face turned blue and pale for a while, but he finally calmed down, "It's not worth worrying about with a bastard. Speaking of which, kid, have you settled the matter at hand?"

"Almost..." Roy stroked the horse's neck and looked in the direction of the blacksmith shop. "Just wait for Berengar and Letho."

Chapter 37 Hit the Road

The sound of casting hammers beating in the blacksmith shop finally came to an end.

The flames in the furnace flickered up and down, casting two changing figures on the wall.

The two demon hunters bowed their waists, held their swords in both hands, and pointed the sword points directly at each other.Their footsteps slid cautiously close to the ground, like two poisonous snakes showing their fangs and circling around their bodies, ready to pounce on their prey.

They pounced on each other, shot almost at the same time, and swung several swords in a row in an instant, slashing, slashing, and stabbing... The air was cut by the blade, and the transition of the sword was dazzling.

The blades were dancing wildly, colliding continuously, and the metal blades rubbed against each other at high speed, shaking off a dazzling spark.

The two figures crossed each other, their movements were graceful and graceful like dance steps, but they were faster than ordinary people. In the blacksmith shop, only two ghostly shadows were jumping, dodging and moving, and the walls were covered with sword shadows.

After a long time, the messy sword light dissipated, and the two demon hunters put their swords back into their sheaths, and stood still for a moment to calm down their restless blood.

"Little devil, you've made a lot of progress during this period of time. You have avoided several swords from me." Oakes laughed, "And you were only a little slower. It's a pity. If you move your sword forward one point, you will be able to stab me." .”

Roy shook his head, that insignificant point is a natural barrier, which cannot be overcome in a short time.

But now, at least he can support Oakes' perverted swordsmanship for a while.

Roy touched the brand-new armor on his body again——

It is completely different from the slightly old leather jacket with several holes.Now this black armor is new and shiny, simple and refreshing in style, the long and cumbersome sleeves have been removed, and copper-colored manticore buttons are inlaid in the middle of the jacket, which feels as tough as cowhide.During the sparring, he was struck by the standard steel sword three times, but not even a single white mark was left.

The crumpled skinny leather pants were also updated, with a row of fish-scale patterns on the khaki surface, which looked a little too big and bloated, but in fact they were more snug and comfortable, and they didn't affect movement in the slightest.

The leather boots further down changed from buckskin ankle boots that just covered the ankles to long riding boots that reached near the knees.

Armor, trousers, and boots, this is the three-piece suit of the Leo School, which Berengar has just completed.

At the beginning of the production, under the instruction of Leso and the strong suggestions of Oakes and Serritt.

The casting master referred to the size of the "weakest member" of the Snake Sect and made a tailor-made one for Roy.

These three pieces of equipment are not exquisite in appearance, but they have excellent protection. They are difficult to be destroyed in the face of weapons such as standard steel swords.

Furthermore, they are not as heavy as mail armor, and have little to no impact on mobility.

"How about it, Roy, does it fit you well?"

"Of course no problem, Master Berengar, your craftsmanship has never disappointed me." Roy was full of praise, "With the quality of this armor, it can last at least a century."

"As long as you are satisfied..." Berengar breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved,

"Master, you have fulfilled your promise well and deserve to be rewarded." Roy and his companions glanced at each other.

The crowd nodded.

He handed the flying lion monster steel sword to the other party,

"Take it, we all know that you only have the silver sword Toheine, but you lack a good steel sword!"

"If there is no spare longsword to replace, the life of the weapon will be greatly shortened."

……

"Are you serious?" Berengar glanced at the Snake faction, "Just give me a few hundred crowns?"

"You deserve it," Lei Suo interjected, "Recently, I have benefited a lot from forging with you recently. This sword is considered as hard work."

"Hurry up and put the sword away before we regret it!" Oakes said with a look of reluctance.

"Since this is the case, it would be too hypocritical for me to refuse!" Berengar stroked the blade, his face full of intoxication. This sword was his proud creation. "To express my gratitude, next time I have forging work, I will definitely give you a [-]% discount!"

"There's no need for the next time!" Roy took a breath, "Master Berengar, your outstanding forging talent shouldn't be wasted in Vizima, leave with us this afternoon?"

The three demon hunters next to him turned their eyes at the same time, especially Lei Suo, whose eyes were the hottest.

During this period of tacit cooperation, he realized the great role of a casting master in the school, and the Snake School should have such a key figure.

Berengar is still unwilling to admit his identity as a wolf faction, but he gets along well with the snake faction demon hunters, which is also a rare fate.

"Since you don't want to go back to Kaer Morhen, why don't you come with us!" Roy added force, "In the future, the Snake Sect will be re-established, and there will be a place for you, a room for you!"

Berengar glanced at the four demon hunters one by one, was silent for a while, then shook his head,

"Everyone knows my ambition, I am no longer a demon hunter, no matter in the past or in the future, wolf faction or other schools of thought."

"I just want to be a free mercenary, a normal man..."

"With all due respect, master, the reproductive isolation between us and humans is more serious than any other species. After all, the mutations in the grass trial are full of uncertainties." Roy paused, "If you want to have children, what is wrong with hunting demons?" Humanly impossible! Unless—”

"Unless you can catch a di spirit and make a wish to it."

There are four elemental spirits (world spirits) living in the world of the witcher, namely fire giants, water fairies, earth spirits, and di spirits.

Among them, Di Jing is the most magical, which can help people realize their wishes, even the most impossible wishes.

Ye Naifer, who wanted to restore her fertility, was in the process of searching for Di Jing, and fell into Geralt's "insidious trick", had a one-night love with him, and started a love relationship.

"But catching Di Jing is an impossible challenge for the most powerful spellcaster, and for a demon hunter, especially a lone traveler like you..." Roy ended his sentence here.

"Di Jing..." Berengar's face also became ugly. He has lived for decades, and he has never even seen the shadow of an elemental elf.

"Man, put aside the unrealistic idea of ​​having children." Lei Suo interrupted suddenly, "After working together for a while, I can see that your passion for forging surpasses fine wine and commissions..."

"We don't force you to return to the Wolf School, or join the Snake School." The bald man stared at him, "You just treat it as a cooperation and a commission to help us forge more school equipment."

Roy was persuasive, "In the future, we will look for more school equipment blueprints, not only the Snake School, the Flying Lion School, but also the Bear School, Cat School, etc."

"We need a strong and reliable master blacksmith to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship..."