God-level Demon Hunter

Soul stripper, stowaway?

Gaunt O'Dim directly revealed his biggest secret in one sentence.

A sense of extreme discomfort arises spontaneously.

"So what?" Roy thought, "He showed up to explain, instead of taking it without warning, there must be some kind of restriction."

"You also took my token," Master Mirror looked around at the witcher, opened his arms behind him, and took a deep breath. "That familiar breath... I also recognize it from being burned to ashes!"

"Token? What is it?"

"A book..." The man said bluntly, "The book you took from Amavite Castle, humans call it "The Book of Bones", this is the goods of another regular customer, Jennifer Viriles... ..."

"But you took it, threw it into the fire, and ruined a perfect deal. Let Sir Villiers take Jennifer."

"Little cutie has lived a good and wealthy life, and she will no longer be easily troubled by disease and hunger, and she may live for a long time." He paced back and forth with a sigh, "but I have lost a lot, and the time to get paid will be delayed by a few days. ten years."

"But there are always good and bad sides to everything. Your reckless behavior last time..." Master Mirror changed his tone, and said with some relief, "Let me make up my mind, terminate the investigation in advance, and formally develop a high-quality client. As a transaction Compensation for damage."

His left index finger lightly tapped the demon hunter opposite in mid-air.

Roy shrugged and sighed, "If I return it to the original owner, can you leave immediately, Master Mirror?"

"Demon hunter, if everything in the world is as simple as you think," the man refused, "then all the wars and pains will no longer exist."

"Can you let them go first? This occasion is not suitable for business talks. Let's change places." Roy turned his head and glanced at the three people around him. He was still in an extremely strange state without breathing or heartbeat.

He couldn't help but worry a little, whether this state would cause irreparable damage to his body if it continued for too long.He was especially afraid that Master Mirror would suddenly pull out a spoon.

"Don't worry, it's just a trick to keep them quiet for a while," Mirror Master folded his arms around his chest and shook his head. "Once we finish negotiating the conditions, it will naturally return to normal."

Is time standing still a trick?

Roy didn't know whether to smile wryly, or to be afraid. The abilities that the other party used at will were too powerful for him to imagine. If he wanted to deal with him, it might be easier than strangling an ant.

But he didn't make a move, either because he wanted something from himself, or he was bound by some kind of rules.

Thinking of this, Roy's tense body suddenly relaxed.

"Don't worry about the transaction...Master Mirror, can you answer me a question? Obviously, you are not an ordinary businessman..." Roy looked directly at the other party's dark pupils and guessed, "You are also definitely not an ordinary spellcaster, you The ability shown is much stronger than that of a warlock... What kind of life do you belong to? A demon from another world, or a god?"

This question has troubled him for a long time.

When I was still living in another world, I had a backlog in my mind.

Although according to various secret legends and research documents, Gaunt Odim is a contract demon who has incarnated thousands of times, travels through infinite worlds, concludes contracts, and harvests souls.

But the witcher always felt that it was not that simple.

The various abilities it exhibited have exceeded the rules of the world, and the "demons" in the records are completely incomparable.

Although still bound by the rules of the contract, there is no doubt that it is higher than most lives, like a god playing in the world.

Gaunt O'Dim nodded slightly, obviously admiring the demon hunter's relaxed posture, "Dude, vigorous curiosity is the ladder of progress...but I can't give you the answer unless it is a formal transaction...Do you agree, I Is this going to draw up a contract?"

"I don't want to? It doesn't matter. The gods or demons depicted in folk stories have nothing to do with me. You just need to remember my identity as a businessman..." Master Mirror said seriously, "Business is everything to me, more important than life... Although A long life doesn't mean much to me."

"But you are right, I am not an ordinary businessman," Master Mirror said modestly, "I have a little extra special ability, of course I will not abuse it, and it is usually used to ensure the smooth progress of transactions. For example, at present This situation."

"The range of goods I can provide is more extensive, not only conventional tangible goods, but also intangible, difficult to describe in words, and all kinds of strange goods. Gunter Odim will tailor-made for each customer do, to satisfy their strongest desires."

"For example, this little guy..." Gaunt O'Dim moved his nose again, and glanced at the teenager sleeping on the bed, but it was different from his greedy face when he faced the demon hunter. The joy of an upcoming harvest. "Look, what a pure soul, but it's a pity that he was hurt all over by his indulgent and shameless mother. So I let him fall into a sweet dream as he wished, to escape this painful reality, until-"

"Freedom from the bondage of the flesh."

"I see……"

The mirror master is the chief culprit of Ariane's disaster.

"But why did you take away his belongings? So there are doubts?"

"Haha, wouldn't it be interesting to watch a group of 'big detectives', warlocks, witch doctors, and bounty hunters looking for clues?" Hint, lived up to my expectations, until you, a little smarter."

Roy asked,

"What about the reward? What did Ariane promise you, please help?"

"Soul, the only currency I accept is the soul...According to the contract, I will take Arian's soul on an interesting journey after death." Gunter Odim flicked his wrist nimbly, and he was extremely miraculous A golden parchment manuscript was pulled out from the air, covered with tadpole-like obscure characters.

Roy took a closer look, and Master Mirror took back the sheepskin script neatly.

"Signed a contract with an 11-year-old boy, are you sure you didn't cheat him in the contract?" The demon hunter deliberately made a skeptical gesture.

"No one can violate the spirit of the contract, including me." Gaunt O'Dim raised his unshaven chin slightly, and said calmly, "All my actions follow the provisions of the contract: help this child realize his wish, and then get paid. Absolutely fair and just, I will wait patiently near the bedroom for him until he draws his last breath. He still has enough time to 'enjoy' in his dreams."

"No, you don't understand me, O'Dym," said the witcher, "a simple hypnotism is not worth his soul!"

"Everyone's cognition and values ​​are different," Master Mirror said tit for tat. "Arian, a young man who is full of justice and abides by the virtues of chivalry, suddenly broke through the scandal of his relatives and his worldview collapsed! Even so, he is unwilling to hurt Others, but self-salvation, looking for an undisturbed, quiet and healing place, a wonderful dream. He can ask for more from me, but he doesn’t, that’s all.”

"As for you, Roy," O'Dim quietly took a step closer to the witcher, and said in a very bewitching tone, "If you think that one wish cannot be equivalent to your soul, then I can satisfy both of you." One wish, or even three wishes... it doesn't matter if they are all written into the contract."

"Imagine, I can give you a sword that cuts iron like mud, endless wine, a horse that is as fast as the wind... infinite wealth, immortality, and even..." Odim paused, "Revival Snake The power of Pai Academy..."

"Sorry, O'Dim, I'm really not interested in using the soul as a bargaining chip..." Roy looked directly at the dark pupils of the mirror master, and shook his head firmly, "I always think that what I strive for with my own ability truly belongs to me."

"Man, recognize the reality..." O'Dim's voice became gloomy, "Since you took and burned my "Book of Bones", you have already broken into my transaction, and it is impossible to get out of it."

"If you don't want to sign a contract today, it's okay, I will keep watching you, and one day you will ask me for something... But when the time comes, you will be in a different place, so you can't make requests at will."

"Of course there is another situation..." O'Dim's eyes suddenly swept to the bald man behind Roy, stroking the shallow stubble on his chin, looking up and down, as if he was picking a product, "like you There are only a handful of diehards. The people around you... companions, close friends, blood relatives who are born and died, they may be willing to trade with me..."

"Are you threatening me?" Roy's heart skipped a beat, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This guy, the mirror master, seems to be a devil playing with people's hearts, directly pointing out a situation deep in his heart that he least wants to see.

Will Lesso, Oakes, Serritt, and the old Moore couple fall into its trap and be doomed?

He gritted his teeth, a moment of hesitation flashed across his young face, and then his eyes became firm.

Never let anything hurt them, including this one in front of them.

Even if you risk your life!

"Rather than a threat, it's better to see it as a precious opportunity. I will generously help all living beings and realize the strongest desire in my heart!" Odim smiled and looked at the bald man. "In the days to come, I will deliberately Take care of him...how do you feel?"

Roy was silent for a long time.

In the room, a heart beat faster and faster, and "plop plop" was about to jump out of his chest. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing was as heavy as a dilapidated bellows.

Then I will meet you for a while beyond my capacity.

"Master Mirror," the young demon hunter grinned and showed his white teeth, his dark golden pupils flickered coldly, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?!"

Chapter 13 Challenges

"Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to make a deal with me?" Gaunt O'Dim stared at the witcher with cold eyes, like a spider that has built a nest and is waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

"When I think about being entangled with you in the future, I can't sleep or eat." Roy shook his head and said with disgust, "So I want to find a way to get rid of you once and for all—I want to be with you Make a bet?"

When Roy uttered these words, his mood was very complicated, including the fear of pretending to be calm, and the excitement of adrenal glands soaring.

Betting with the mirror master is tantamount to making a deal with the devil. No matter how extravagant this guy's mouth is, no matter how amazing his wish is, it is insignificant compared to the reward he finally took away—the soul.

What's more, the lady in the lake has taught him the mystery of the soul, and he understands its irreplaceability.

Who knows what the mirror master will do with the soul of the contractor?Swallow and absorb, or really embark on an "interesting" trip as he described?

Roy didn't want to try, and should have refused decisively.

But Gaunt O'Dim specifically mentioned his friends and family, the old Moore couple in Novigrad.

He really wanted to ignore it and be free alone, but he couldn't do it. Only the strong can be unfettered.

Instead of passively evading and letting those who care about fall into a huge crisis, it is better to take the initiative.

Losers get nothing, winners get all!

"Master of Mirrors, Gaunt O'Dim, dare you make a bet with me? You can take the bet if you win, my soul."

"Wow, bet, challenge? In the past 30 years, this is the first time I have heard such a request. Brave boy, did you ask?"

"If I win—first, I need the complete process of the Demon Hunter Trial of the Flying Lion School, including the herbal decoction formula, the steps of mutation and transformation, etc., and secondly, give me a set of effective plans, Strengthen the ancient blood in the body."

Roy has always been worried that the power and treasures that he directly asks for from O'Dim can be taken back by the other party at any time, but if the road to power... puts in corresponding efforts, it truly belongs to him.

"Wait a moment." The voice fell, and Master Mirror's figure suddenly disappeared into the air like smoke blown away by the wind.

Only a yellowish afterimage remains.

Roy narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

What's the situation, instant teleportation?

Two seconds later, he appeared again and smiled apologetically, "I've been waiting for a long time, the blood of the ancients is a bit nerve-wracking. I spent a lot of thought, but it was finally resolved. These two requirements are all right, are there any more?"

Roy stared at Master Mirror's dark pupils, took a deep breath, suppressed his palpitations,

"If I win a round by chance, please leave this world, don't come back, and don't use any power to erode and touch!"

"Sorry, buddy!" Gaunt O'Dim suddenly interrupted the witcher, with a sneering arc on the corner of his mouth, "Don't you think the request is too much? I admit that you are a high-quality customer, but you are not the only one. choice, this world is full of people driven by desire, there are too many to count..."

He mocked, "Give up the whole forest to cut down a tree, give up the whole garden to pluck a flower? For a unique soul, give up countless potential customers and take the risk of self-exile? No way!"

Gaunt O'Dim stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of the witcher, his attitude of refusal was quite clear.

"You said just now that you fulfilled all my wishes and regretted it so soon?"

"But I didn't mention that bargaining is not allowed. This is an important process of negotiating business." Gaunt Odim explained complacently, "As much as your soul is worth, you have as many bargaining chips. At present, your requirements have exceeded I can't enter into a contract with the chip cap."

The demon hunter looked at him silently, and after a while, seeing the other party's resolute attitude, he sighed in his heart and retreated to the next best thing.

"How about this? Master Mirror, let me change the conditions and set a time limit for this exile journey, not forever..." Roy pondered for a moment, "If I win the bet, within a hundred years, you will leave this world , will not make deals with me, my relatives and friends!"

100 years is enough for his relatives to live a lifetime, and most people he knows can't survive that time...

Besides, 100 years later, if he is still alive, he will probably have grown up enough to wrestle with the mysterious man in front of him.

Gunter O'Dim rubbed his chin, thinking quietly, and did not express his opinion immediately.

"The soul of the demon hunter, plus the soul of Ariane..." Master Mirror stroked the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and then nodded, "The conditions have to be changed... If I lose, it will be more than 100 years—never You will take the initiative to contact people you care about, and these can be written into the agreement. But leaving this world is absolutely impossible.”

"As for you, you have a ten-year 'rest period'... during which you will not be harassed by me or other 'businessmen'."

"ten years?"

Roy rubbed his temples, fell into deep thought, and took all the risks by himself. In just ten years, is it enough to grow up to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gunter O'Dim?

But the person he values ​​is finally away from the fatal temptation.

"I have one additional condition..."

"Demon hunter, you shouldn't talk about business like this!"

"Is my soul so cheap? What's more, you said that bargaining is an important process in business negotiations." Roy insisted, "I took a step back, and now it's your turn to compromise, Odeum, otherwise all previous negotiations will be void! "

"Let's talk about it, but be careful, you should have an appropriate standard in your heart," the mirror master compromised, "don't cross this standard too much."

Roy glanced at the boy on the bed, "You have to add Arian to the bet. If you lose the bet, you must give up the boy's contract and let him return to normal."

"As you wish, 'Well-wishers.'"

O'Dim nodded in satisfaction, and his smile became brighter, "Now we have basically reached a consensus. Let's talk about it, what are you going to play with me, Gwent card?"

"No, I'm going to have a challenge. You should know from observing me that I'm good at completing all kinds of difficult commissions and tasks, please assign them to me." Roy tried his best to restrain his trembling voice, "Of course, Your mission cannot exceed the scope of my ability...you cannot let a trout swim in the flames, or let me dive into the deep sea to hunt whales, fly to the sky to pick off the stars and the moon, you must guarantee the possibility of mission completion!"

"You have so many requests..." The man lowered his face and thought for a while, "But I promise you, after all, the challenge that is doomed to failure is too boring..."

"Now, let's make a contract..." O'Dim waved his hand at the witcher casually, a golden flame suddenly ignited in the air, and a piece of yellowed parchment came out and fell lightly onto Roy's body palm.

At the same time, Master Mirror moved his fingers slowly, and rows of clear handwriting gradually emerged on the parchment with his movements.All the details about the bet were written in four different languages, including the ancient language, the common language of the northern border, and a tadpole-like language that the witcher had never learned.

It's amazing, he doesn't know every word, but he can understand even a sentence.

"The devil, or the words of the gods?"

Finally, there is a kind of characters that Roy is very familiar with, from another world - Chinese characters.

This shows what?

This contract is at the cost of the soul.

"Have you seen my essence?"

"Friendly reminder, take a closer look, demon hunter, don't let go of a single word. Don't regret it later and tarnish a wonderful deal."

Roy checked the content of the contract several times, even the remarks, and confirmed that there were no loopholes that could be exploited. Then he signed his name according to O'Dim's instructions, bit the skin of his finger, and pressed blood fingerprint.