God-level Demon Hunter

"Uncle Moore, the thugs of the gang have come to blackmail you again recently, right? You don't have a lot of money, so just save the money to buy something for Mino, don't starve the little guy."

"Miss Vespra, thank you for your kindness, but you also need money to live on."

"The money is enough for the time being, you can take it back, or I can borrow it from you."

Old Moore remained silent, with wrinkles on his face protruding like mountains and rivers. After struggling for a moment, his callused palms trembled and he took Krona back into the money bag.

His kids really need the money.

"Uncle Moore, let me ask again, is your eldest son a mercenary?" Vespra observed the man's expression, which he analyzed from the letter.

"Do you want to think about it, ask an acquaintance to find a way to contact him," the blond woman pursed her red lips, and persuaded, "If he settles in Novigrad, maybe those bullying bastards will not dare to go too far. Ten days and a half months to blackmail."

Old Moore took a deep breath and shook his head. As long as in Novigrad, no one can escape the power of the four gangs, especially poor people like them.

He simply changed the subject, "Miss Vespula, I should go...Susie is still guarding the booth with the children, so we can't keep them waiting for too long."

……

Outside the small gray building, sunlight shines through the gaps between a row of low buildings, illuminating a worried face.

Old Moore was walking along the banks of the river in the outermost circle of Novigrad City. In a large area of ​​low and dilapidated houses, most of the people living there were poor people at the bottom and half-breed elves who were squeezed out by humans.

On the other side of the river, there are huge buildings and commercial facilities. Next to the river, there are a port, two slaughterhouses, three warehouses, and four water mills... Busy crowds are constantly flowing among them.

This is just the corner of Novigrad.

The "capital" of the northern border is surprisingly large, with no less than a hundred entertainment facilities and countless artisan shops.

The closer the urban area is to the north, the more prosperous it is, the buildings are exquisite and magnificent, and the identity and social status of the residents are higher.

And in the northernmost part of the city, separated from the main city of Novigrad by a bridge, stands an isolated island - the headquarters of the Church of Eternal Flame, the highest authority in Novigrad.

The Church of Eternal Flame rules Noble City, and its power is especially above the four major gangs, but the old Moore family prefers to believe in the ancient goddess Melitelli.

"Great Melitelli, bless us to stay away from that group of bastards." Old Moore turned around the narrow alley, and turned to the half-moon-shaped market not far from the gate of the city.

The cries grew louder, and the air became noisy.

Merchants and peddlers dressed in all kinds of strange clothes come from all over the world, with many strange accents.

Old Moore recalled what happened in the past six months.

Originally, their family lived a happy life, with the protection of the two masters Oakes and Serritt, the local gang members did not dare to harass and collect protection fees.

But after the two masters left, the group of hooligans immediately entangled them like mangy dogs, and not only collected future protection fees, but also intensified their efforts to collect back the previous "lost" parts.

Old Moore and Susie are just two ordinary farmers, they can't beat local snakes.The savings he had saved from selling vegetables were quickly extorted, and the business was almost unsustainable because hooligans often went to his vegetable stall to provoke troubles.

"Hope everything goes well today."

"Old Moore! Are you writing letters to your children again?" A halfling barber on the street rubbed his red nose and waved his furry right hand.

"Ah."

"Having a wife and children is really enviable! But you have to hurry up, several 'Hawthorne' just went to your food stall!"

Old Moore's heart trembled when he heard the sound, and he quickened his pace suddenly, "Give way, please make way!"

Squeezing through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd in the market, the sound of babies crying and women wailing, he couldn't help breathing heavily, and his eyes were red.

Chapter 2 Reunion

In the Novigrad market, the vegetable stall in the northeast corner, the baskets containing vegetables were kicked to pieces, okra, turnips, and potatoes rolled everywhere, making a mess.

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was squatting in front of the booth, gnawing on a juicy white radish with great vigor.

"Aunt Susie, the gang gave you a special favor yesterday and gave you a day's grace. If you don't pay the protection fee today..."

Opposite the man, a middle-aged woman with a pale face was huddled in the corner, comforting the crying baby in her arms with a frightened expression.

"Let me tell you straight, if you don't receive the money, the brothers will become manic and restless. They don't know how to attack. Just touch you. If you accidentally touch the little cutie in your arms, you will make trouble for him. It's too late to regret."

"Boss Vincent, the money has been taken away by you long ago, and I can't get any money out now!?" The peasant woman looked up at the man cautiously, pleading, "Please, let us go... Woooo...the family can't stand such a toss..."

The area around the food stalls was basically emptied out, and the hawkers and market goers spontaneously stayed away. Occasionally, someone who came over to take a curious look was immediately shooed away viciously by the gangsters.

The security personnel of the market also stayed away.

"Where does the money from selling vegetables go?"

"The business just opened today, and you came here to make trouble again. As long as you have eyes, normal people will not come to patronize you, and you haven't sold anything."

The other gangster rubbed his hands and exchanged glances with his accomplice, "If you can't sell it, then don't sell it!" As he said that, he suddenly kicked the basket at the farmer's woman, scaring the child to cry even louder. "The Novigrad market is Boss Willy's territory. If you don't pay the fee, you are not qualified to come in and sell vegetables! Pack up your things and get out of here...Are you conscious, or let us three brothers help?"

The sobbing of the peasant woman became louder, full of despair. She kept casting glances at the passers-by for help, but unfortunately, she only got a couple of looks of pity or gloating, and no one dared to lend a helping hand.

"Stop, three bosses, please do me a favor." An old voice suddenly came from behind the gangster. At some point, Old Moore walked to the side of the vegetable stall, sighed, and looked at his distressed wife and children with deep eyes. In deep pain, the clenched fist at the back of the waist loosened.

He originally wanted to fight desperately with the gangster regardless, but when things came to an end, he realized the consequences of impulsiveness.

Standing behind the three gangsters is the Willy Gang, one of the four major gangs in Novigrad. The gang leader is the legendary, ruthless Alphonse Willy, who has countless blood debts.

Old Moore knew that if he dared to resist today, his family would be implicated tomorrow—maybe he would cut a stick into a human body, stuff it into a linen bag, and then be thrown into the water without anyone noticing it.

"Ouch, old Moore, where did you go in the morning? Could it be that you went to the 'Lance Cave' to have some fun? Leave your wife and children here at the stall, are you afraid that they will run away with other men?" A bald and scarred gangster He patted Old Moore's face with sarcasm in his eyes, making the latter's cheeks flushed and he lowered his head in pain.

"Boss Vincent, I...I went to raise money in the morning." Old Moore showed an ugly smile, gritted his teeth, took out the money bag, and handed over a crown in pain.

"Are you sending a beggar?" The gangster named Vincent snatched the purse, rummaged through it and took out another crown.

"Scrambled up two crowns in one morning? Old man, the protection fee is ten crowns, which is clearly marked, which is less than half!"

"But this is already all our property." Old Moore held his hands in front of his chest, "It's been less than a year since my family moved here, and I don't have any other acquaintances in Novigrad, so I really can't borrow much money. If the bosses I think it's too little, let's give it another two days, and when we sell out all the vegetables in the food stall, we will have enough money to pay the protection fee..."

Old Moore's attitude was extremely low, almost nodding and bowing, "The money you take away now will be treated as my honor to the three bosses."

Another muscular gangster shook his head and squinted at Old Moore, "Are you blind, old man. See that there are three of us here, and two kroner is not enough to go to the tavern to drink a few glasses of wine and eat a piece of meat. "

"You have to give me some more money right away," the strong gangster pinched Old Moore's face and pulled it to the sides until it was red and swollen, and then slapped him hard, almost knocking him to the ground. "Either take your wife and children and get out of the market immediately."

Old Moore hung his head and said nothing.

"Hey, Daniel, I've said it several times, try not to beat the elderly, otherwise you will accidentally kill them, and the boss will have to wipe your ass."

Vincent with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks smiled sinisterly,

"Old Moore, your current situation is quite bad. But for the sake of being an honest man, I will give you a free suggestion on how to make money..."

The man glanced at the baby boy with red lips and white teeth in the peasant woman's arms, and said with a half smile, "As far as I know, in order to expand his 'begging army', the Beggar King is vigorously recruiting his men, whether they are disabled, homeless, or children He doesn't dislike it... Your child is very cute, training and training should be able to impress some women with excessive motherhood. It's better to give the child to the beggar king for some money."

The muscular gangster added, "If you can't bear it, we can do it for you!"

"Your wife can also rush to work in gold-selling caves like the 'Lance Cave'," another bald-faced gangster glanced at the peasant woman holding the child, "Although she is a bit older, she is well-maintained and her skin is It’s smooth enough that maybe a wealthy person would like it.”

Old Moore's complexion changed drastically, and Susie, who was holding the child, turned pale for an instant.

Give the child to the beggar king?Either they are turned into disabled begging children, or they are trained to be pickpockets.

Selling his wife to the spear cave, even if he is a beast, he can't do it!

But the three gangsters in front of them didn't seem to be fake,

Old Moore was sure these three bad ass pussies would do anything for money.

"Three bosses, can't you really leave me a way out?"

"Don't be flattering, old man," Vincent scolded, "Do as we say, and everyone will be happy!"

Old Moore was silent for a while, and when the gangster was about to lose patience, he suddenly spoke in a low and scary tone, "Three bosses, for the past six months, you have come to our food stall to collect protection fees twice a month, while other stalls only Take it once."

"We have never complained. Now half a year has passed, do you think it is not enough?"

"The skin is itchy again. How dare you tell me what happened half a year ago?" The monkey-cheeked gangster suddenly became furious and kicked Old Moore to the ground. There were exclamations from around, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

Old Moore curled up on the ground, and he kicked hard in the abdomen again, causing the opponent to convulse in the abdomen like a boiled shrimp. Vincent stroked the opponent's back nervously,

"Old Moore tells you the truth, it won't be long before the protection fee business in the market will be completely handed over to the butcher boss, so we have to hurry up and improve the efficiency of collection."

"Besides, half a year is far from enough to repay your debts. Think about it, how did those two demon hunters break the rules of the gang in order to protect you, and how much harm did they cause to the brothers?"

The man spoke viciously in the tone of reminiscence, a trace of fear and hatred flashed in his eyes, he couldn't help touching his left knee, he would never forget those two demon hunters from Viper School, with amber eyes, ghosts With his skill, he beat more than 20 brothers to the ground.

At that time, my knee was also scratched by the demon hunter's steel sword, leaving an old wound, and every time it rained, it would hurt like hell.

And at that time, Boss Willy was busy competing with the "butcher" for territory, and didn't have time to take care of the two demon hunters, which made his subordinates suffer a dark loss and lose face.

Only then did they continue to make things difficult for nearly half a year.

Torturing people to the point of collapse is exactly what the boss loves to watch.

"Now that the demon hunter is gone, what right do you have to negotiate terms with the gang?!" Vincent's soft and low voice became high-pitched, and he kept asking, "Unless you have the ability to call out those mutants again." .”

"Call!"

"Snapped!"

"Tell you, those mutants have no feelings, they only know how to do things with money, maybe they have completely forgotten you! Accept your fate!"

"Please don't hit me!" The woman's screams and wails intertwined with the baby's cries, and the gangster couldn't help laughing heartily.

"By the way, old man, I heard from other vendors that you have an elder son who is a mercenary?"

Old Moore bit his lip and struggled to get up from the ground, but Vincent stepped on his back hard and fell down weakly.

Vincent smiled, "Very good, if he comes to Novigrad, he will also be 'grandly welcomed' by his brothers...By the way, I will share most of the debts for you, let me do the math, at least I have to pay back... "

The man pinched his fingers pretendingly, and came to a conclusion, "Forever, haha! Your eldest son will have to work for the great Alphonse for the rest of his life."

"You can't wait that long, bastard!" Suddenly, a bone-chilling voice came from the back of his neck, and Vincent trembled like an electric shock.

His whole body froze suddenly, like a mouse encountering a natural enemy, his whole body was enveloped by an indescribably strong hostility.

He still kept a joking expression on his face, but he couldn't speak or make any movements.

In the next second, a sharp pain suddenly came from the top of his head, and the gangster felt an irresistible force grabbing his hair, and the whole person was dragged into the air, and he flung it backwards, and he was far away from the old man in a blink of an eye. The Moore family fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Who? Let go...it hurts!" Vincent yelled like a pig, and then his eyelids twitched. From the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of the other two brothers in the gang, who were also surrounded by a majestic figure in a gray cloak. He dragged his hair with each hand, and dragged him to the alley beside the market like a dead dog.

A few steps out, the movement is as fast as the wind.

He looked up, and a pair of iconic vertical pupils came into view.

"Mutant?"

"Witcher! Ah!"

With unwilling and terrified screams, the three punks were dragged into the dark alley outside the market without any resistance in the blink of an eye.

……

Old Moore felt his body lighten up, recovered from the severe pain, opened his eyes, and a plausible familiar face appeared in front of him, the pupils turned into dark golden vertical pupils like beasts, and they were much more mature than he remembered , much handsomer.

"Cough, cough...you are... Roy?" Old Moore couldn't believe it.

"Father, Susie, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The young witcher took off his hood, hugged his slightly trembling and thin body tightly, and helped him walk to the other side, hugging him heavily , woman trembling with excitement.

"I'm here, never worry about it again."

"From now on, no one can bully you!" The demon hunter looked fierce, "Even the emperor!"

Chapter 3 Nordic city layout

"Are you really my child?" Old Moore tilted his head and looked at the witcher beside him. He quickly calmed down from the initial ecstasy and became suspicious.

The slender, heroic young man in front of him was far from the skinny young man in his memory who was full of ribs.

Calculating the age, my child should be a boy who is close to 15 years old, but he doesn't see the vivacity and cheerfulness of young people at all, and his facial expressions and movements are full of maturity. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old.

From time to time, the demon hunter looked in the direction where the three punks were being dragged away, extremely indifferent.

Old Moore had only seen such indifference in butchers who had been in butcher shops for decades, and taciturn adventurers in taverns.

Let ordinary people stay away.

Old Moore was no exception, but he also felt that the other party's eyebrows had a deep-blooded familiarity.

"Are you blinded? Of course it's our son! I'm pregnant with a seed born in October, and I will never admit it wrong," Susie straightened the swaddle in her arms, and affectionately held the demon hunter's hand, "One It's been more than a year, and when we separated, it was the age of growing up, so the change in appearance is very normal."

"Look at the eyebrows, nose, and mouth, it's my Roy!"

Susie looked up and down, her face full of relief,

"It's not too tall, but also strong. Master Lei Suo taught you well and trained you from a weak little carrot to a strong man."