God-level Demon Hunter

"you have grown up."

Susie accidentally met the dark golden eyes of the demon hunter, and glanced at the tips of his half-blood elf-like ears, and asked curiously, "My child, what's wrong with your eyes and ears..."

"I passed the green grass test and became a demon hunter. Some of my facial features became different from ordinary people."

"I'll explain the specific reason when I get back." Roy squeezed the warm palms of the old couple comfortingly, turned his head away, and frowned where no one was looking, with a flash of conflict on his face.

Before he knew it, he had been separated from the old Moore couple for a year. When they saw the old couple, their hair was already gray and their old appearance was evident.

But he can feel that the concern from the heart of the two has never changed.

But he was different from before, not quite used to the scorching eyes of the two of them.

"By the way, dad, those three bastards beat you just now, how are you doing, what's wrong?"

"I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it's fine."

"Let me see the wound."

Roy stubbornly checked Old Moore's body, and his heart sank. The old man's waist, abdomen, back, and neck all had old injuries caused by punching and kicking.

On the surface, these injuries have healed, and there is no major problem, but if they continue to drag on, one day they will explode, and he will lose half his life.

During the observation, Old Moore's physique was also weakened to 4 points due to the injury, not even as good as an ordinary person.

"When I'm not around, you suffer."

Roy gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of calendula potion from the space, and let Old Moore drink it without any explanation.

Potions are highly poisonous to ordinary people, but the medicine Roy prepared in Niubao is also suitable for ordinary people.

After drinking the potion, Old Moore felt a rush of heat rolling into his stomach, and the pain caused by the bruises on his body seemed to be a little less. He couldn't help holding Roy's hand with emotion, and his cloudy eyes gradually became moist.

"My child, look over here, the little guy must have recognized you!"

At this moment, Aunt Susie yelled, and the baby in her arms returned to quietness at some point, and her big black eyes turned to the witcher, twinkling with curiosity like stars.

The baby's senses were very keen, and it seemed that he was aware of the blood relationship with the person in front of him. Under the surprised eyes of the old couple, he took the initiative to stretch out his chubby white hand towards the witcher.

"It seems that Mino likes you very much, you are indeed a brother!"

"Is his name Mino, cute little guy." Roy knelt down, gently scratched the baby's fleshy feet, pinched his chubby face, and then licked the baby from the hood behind his head. Li raised Golfin Yellow Dog who was dozing off, and pulled the dog's mouth into a pie, making the little guy giggle.

That innocent and childish smiling face softened the witcher's heart inexplicably.

After a year of separation, he suddenly had a younger brother, which caught him off guard.

But this is also good, when I leave again, the old couple will also have a relative to accompany them.

"Do you want to hug him?" Susie glanced at the surprisingly docile yellow dog in surprise, and before she could ask, her son had already stuffed it back into the hood.

"Later, you guys stay here." Roy finally touched the baby's bare forehead and stood up. "My friend will help clean up the food stalls. I have to deal with those three punks first."

"Roy..." Old Moore stammered, "Don't offend the Willy gang too much, otherwise we won't be able to hang out in Novigrad in the future."

"I have my own measure." The witcher turned around, the smile on his face disappearing.

Under the horrified eyes of the onlookers, he entered the dark alley.

……

"These three guys have been cleaned up from head to toe by me, and now they have become honest." Oakes pinched his knuckles with a crisp sound, and his face was full of satisfaction.

The three gangsters headed by Vincent collapsed in the corner like mud, their bodies were drenched in sweat, and no scars could be seen, but their noses, tears, and saliva were running down their faces, their eyes were staring at the sky blankly, and their mouths kept opening and closing. , muttering to himself, completely lost the madness in the food stall.

Demon hunters who are familiar with the structure of the human body have many ways to make people unable to survive and die, and they are sufficiently concealed.

"Before Serrit and I left Novigrad, the local gang once sent people to the food stall to trouble Old Moore in an attempt to collect protection money. We gave him a hard lesson and then calmed down."

Oakes shook his head, and his tone became cold, "I didn't expect that as soon as we left, these bastards would settle the blame on the old Moore and his wife. Speaking of which, I didn't think carefully and hurt your family. Be tougher!"

"You've done enough."

Roy said gratefully, turned his eyes to the three gangsters, and shook his hand in front of the three, but there was no response, "Papa!"

After being slapped three times in a row, the little gangster regained his senses while covering his red and swollen cheeks.

Then subconsciously huddled in the corner of the wall, his face was full of horror, and traces of heat and humidity gushed out from his trouser legs.

"Devil! Demon hunter, devil!" Vincent wanted to slap himself twice now, but he didn't expect that a mutant would come out to stand up for Old Moore.

What's even more frightening is that it's not just the last two, but a full four!

"Shut up! Now I'll give you a choice. If you don't want to be tortured, just answer the question honestly!" Roy pointed to the man who had kicked Old Moore's cheeks before, "Your name is Vincent? The boss of the Willy Gang who is it?"

Vincent gave the witcher a hard look and remained silent.

"Boy... just wait and see, the boss will avenge us sooner or later and make you disappear from the world!"

The muscular gangster in the yellow vest suddenly uttered a harsh word, and was kicked to the ground by Oakes.

"I haven't been tossed and comfortable just now... Do you want to try the butt blooming again?" Oakes showed a warm smile.

"No! Don't torture, don't blow your ass! I said," the muscular man stammered, swallowing his saliva, "Our boss is Alphonse Willy, who rules the biggest gang in Novigrad!"

"If you cooperate obediently, you will naturally suffer less."

Roy patted Vincent's cheek hard, and pondered for a moment.

When White Wolf was in Novigrad, he had in-depth interactions with the four major gangs.

But that was ten years later. During that period, the Eternal Flame of Novigrad, with the support of Radovid, the emperor of Redania, sent a large number of witch hunters to brutally sweep the city, eradicating the inhuman races, warlocks and so on. , while the four major gangs fished in troubled waters, secretly took the opportunity to develop their forces, and slowly developed into the four major gangs of Novigrad.

How powerful is it?

Even the emperors of Nilfgaard and Redania have nothing to do with them. Before taking over the city, they have to look at the faces of the gangsters.

But now the Northern War has not yet broken out, the world is not so bad, and the influence of the four major gangsters is not as good as that of later generations.

But it is still a behemoth that ordinary people can't afford to provoke.

"The four major gangsters in Novigrad, besides Old Willy, who are the remaining three gangsters?"

"Don't fight, I say!" The gangster replied very simply this time, "The three bosses... Butcher Cleaver, Beggar King Francis Beran, and Collector-Olof Beard."

Roy frowned. He had heard of the first two guys before, but the collector, he didn't remember such a number one figure among the four gangsters, "Shouldn't it be Sigismund Dijkstra? That's right, That spy chief should be hiding behind the scenes at present, and has not yet developed underworld forces."

Roy was almost sure of this guess, and asked, "What business are the four major gangs responsible for in Novigrad?"

"Demon hunter, why are you asking about this kind of thing!?"

"I ask you to answer, say one more sentence, pull out your tongue and feed it to the dog!"

Under the eyes of the demon hunter Dark Gold, Vincent shrank his neck, not daring to say any more nonsense, "The Beggar King controls the thieves and beggars in Novigrad, and is in charge of all the theft and begging; the Butcher controls all Lending and most of the protection fee business, the protection fee in the market area is also about to be divided into his name; the collector runs the bath center, most of the taverns, and whoever holds banquets and events in Novigrad needs his place of business."

"Is that old Willie?"

"Our boss," Vincent paused, "runs casinos, underground fighting arenas, and brothels!"

"Has he got another son? Cyprian Willie?"

The gangster asked in surprise, "You, have you heard of the young master?"

Roy's heart skipped a beat,

"That's right, Alphonse Willie, aka Hawthorne I."

His son, who has a better reputation, will be called "Hawthorne II" in the future. Using the ugly word Hawthorne (son of a son of a bitch) to describe him, one can imagine how hated he is.

In the future, the sadistic and psychopathic "Hawthorne II" tries to hurt Ciri even more.

"However, it seems that 'Hawthorne II' has not yet grown up to kill his father with his own hands."

……

Roy asked about the Church of the Eternal Flame of Novigrad and the city management, but the three of Vincent were just the most common members of the gang, and the information they learned was limited.

"The official business is done, now it's the turn of the private matter. The last question, you keep coming to trouble Old Moore, blackmailing him, is it your own initiative, or is it because of the orders of the top gang or Alphonse Willy?"

"This..." Vincent timidly glanced at the demon hunters standing around like four statues, his throat was dry, then he gritted his teeth and asked, "Demon hunter, as far as I know old Moore Just an ordinary farmer with no background and no money, how can you offend us for this kind of mud legs in the countryside?"

The young demon hunter suddenly smiled ferociously at the three of them, revealing his neat and snow-white teeth, which glowed white, and at the same time outlined a cyan inverted triangle seal with his five fingers.

Vincent's eyes blurred, his face became stiff, and he calmed down.

"This is an order from Boss Willie."

Roy's face was frosty, "The leader of the dignified Willy gang, why do you make things difficult for a small person?"

"Half a year ago, the two masters supported old Moore, and the boss suffered a loss. He was ashamed and held a grudge." The little gangster muttered, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "The boss appreciates...the struggle and despair of the little people the most. , Said it was full of poetry. So slowly tormenting him... let out his breath."

Roy took a deep breath, "Damn pervert! You have to pay the price for the pervert's accomplices!"

"Shh-"

Goodwill unsheathed.

The sharp sword body reflected the cold light, shaking the faces of the three of them as white as snowflakes.

"Calm down, boy, there are too many people now." Serrit's cold eyes swept over the three revenant guys, "Kill them and end the trouble."

"If you want to do it, you must at least make some preparations... All troubles will be dealt with together!"

Roy tilted his head and thought for a second, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless mood, "You're right, even killing a few little guys won't solve the problem. We must operate at the root of the disease."

"But I bullied Old Moore for more than half a year, I can't spare you!"

In my mind, the vicious curses of the three people just now came out again.

A trace of hostility flashed across Roy's face,

In order to keep the peaceful life of the old couple from being disturbed, he even dared to bet with Master Mirror that this group of bullying guys are playing tricks behind their backs!

How dare you?

in the alley.

The demon hunter circled around the three of them ghostly, and the cold sword light jumped several times.

"Shhh-"

Blood spattered, and three severed arms rose into the air.

The three punks clutched their bare wrists, crying and howling, lying and rolling on the ground, wriggling like ugly worms.

"I understand the rules of the gang, big fists are the last word!"

"Today, these three hands are a gift... to Hawthorne I, and I will bring a message. Tomorrow, I will pay a visit!"

"Little devil, you used the wrong word..." The bald man, Brother Oaks, stood firmly beside him, "It's not 'I', but 'we', let's meet that son of a bitch together!"

Chapter 4 News from Dandelion

The area near the canal in the southern area of ​​Novigrad is completely different from the bustling commercial district on the other side. A series of dark and narrow alleys surround a dilapidated and dense building. On both sides of the road, there are messy linens and laundry, and the ground is full of potholes. Dirty water flows across, and foul-smelling domestic waste can be seen everywhere.

This is the slum of Novigrad, where the old Moors' house is located.

"Several masters, welcome." Old Moore drank the potion, and his physical condition was much better than before, with a healthy blush on his face, and a smile on his face, "The house is simple, and there is nothing to entertain everyone. Come in and sit down sit down."

"Have you forgotten, Serrit and I lived here for a while," Oakes walked in the door first, and lay down on the tattered leather sofa against the wall in the living room, comfortably, "I think the room is very That’s right, at least it’s more comfortable than us sleeping with mosquitoes in the weeds in the wild, and the witcher is not that particular.”

The house is not big, the area is equivalent to the guest room of an ordinary hotel, but it looks very empty, and the furniture can be counted at a glance: a dining table, chairs, a candlestick, a dilapidated leather sofa, and a vegetable and tableware set against the wall. Shelves, two baskets, and even no special kitchen, only a simple stove with a rusty iron pot set up in the center of the room with stones picked up by the river.

There are no other decorations in the whole house.

The second floor is divided into two bedrooms, and the floor is paved with linen and blackened and yellowed cotton wool. Several sets of old linen clothes are hung casually on the clothes rail by the windowsill. Vice wooden stroller.

This pattern made the young witcher feel familiar.It soon occurred to him that the house was furnished exactly as it had been in Lower Aedirn.

The monthly rent for such a simple house in the countryside is only a few crowns, but in the city of Liberty where every inch of land is expensive, even in the slums, the price has doubled several times.

This amount of money is nothing to a demon hunter with huge sums of money, but it is a lot to the old Moore family, especially after being repeatedly blackmailed by gangsters.

In the name of purchasing food, Roy gave Old Moore a sum of money, about two hundred crowns, without any explanation, and he would not accept any more for convenience.He can only find ways to slowly improve the lives of his parents in the city.

"In the past six months, we have left you a lot of letters. It is a pity that you have no fixed place to live with Master Lei Suo. We really can't send them to you. Why don't you go upstairs with me now?"

Seeing Susie's loving face full of anticipation, Roy couldn't bear to tell her what she meant, so he followed up to the second floor.

The remaining witchers chatted in the hall on the first floor.

"Have you noticed that since seeing his parents, Roy seems to have been out of shape," Oakes gnawed a crunchy turnip thoughtfully, "Poor child, is he at a loss, sad, or moved?" ?”

"Family is a haven for spiritual relaxation, and the most precious thing in the world is to reunite with your loved ones after a long absence..." Serrit analyzed in a philosopher's tone, "The little devil is only 15 years old, just look, he will be there later My son will definitely cry."

"You underestimated him," Oakes and his brother disagreed, shaking their heads, "Are mutated demon hunters less sentimental?"