God-level Demon Hunter
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"Ochs, it's hard for us to understand the feelings of ordinary people..." Serritt paused, he and Oakes had been sent to the Viper School since before they could remember, never met their relatives, and didn't even know their names.
Parents are just a meaningless symbol to them. "But Roy has lived an ordinary life for more than ten years, and now he is reunited with his relatives after a long absence. Judging from the reaction of a normal person, he will definitely cry. It's just embarrassing in front of us."
"I don't think so, do you dare to bet? Bet one hundred... twenty crowns!"
"I didn't expect you to hide so much private money from Roy..." Serrit stared at Oakes' big face, and smiled, "I agree, but I want to sit in the bank, is there anyone else?" join!"
"Add me one... I bet twenty crowns that Roy will cry." Fliers' cold voice sounded, "I taught him swordsmanship for a while, judging by his posture with the sword, this is a A sensitive, emotional guy who is easily impressed."
"Your Excellency Owl, where did you get this nonsense?" Cantila approached with a smile. The Zerikan people have their own set of theories, "Tears are a sign of incompetence. Ever since I was 13 years old and killed the first It started with a desert spider and never shed a tear. Roy has more dead souls than me, and he is a man, he will never cry! I bet ten crowns."
"Enough, enough is enough for me!" Sitting on the sofa, Lei Suo couldn't help rubbing his temples, and said angrily, "I figured out that today is a good day for Roy and his family to reunite, and you are still in the mood to watch jokes Bet? As a comrade-in-arms of a school, can't you understand his mood?!"
Among the people present, only the little boy Carl was slightly dazed and depressed, probably thinking of his parents who were killed by robbers.
The remaining witchers were unmoved.
It's like a bunch of orphans.
"Ahem..." Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Lei Suo touched his nose and changed his tone, "...I bet fifty crowns, my student is not as fragile as you think, he won't cry, no People know him better than I do!"
……
A quarter of an hour later.
"Haha Mino, just smile, my brother will buy you candy." The young witcher smiled and walked down the stairs while teasing the baby in his arms.
After having a long talk with Aunt Susie, he simply stopped suppressing his feelings and let nature take its course.
However, halfway through, he found that it was eerily quiet, and when he glanced around, several demon hunters downstairs focused their eyes on him, as if they were examining the prisoner.
"Guys, what's going on?" Roy pouted at Resso, who nodded inexplicably with a happy expression on his face, Oakes and Cantila also raised their chins proudly.
"Alas..." Phlius and Serrit sighed, their faces ashen. "Roy, what did you talk about with your mother upstairs, so happy?" Serrit pinched his index finger and thumb, "Don't you feel a little bit sad and moved, don't you have a little bit of urge to cry?"
"Crying, why are you crying?" Roy looked strange, and seemed to understand something after a while, and naturally confiscated the belongings of several demon hunters who "gathered a crowd for gambling".
Not long after Old Moore finished shopping and returned home, surprisingly, there was a beautiful lady beside him, "Roy, masters, let me introduce you, this beautiful lady is a famous bard , Miss Vespra, came from Kovier, and is currently gathering in Novigrad."
"She lives in the small building next to our house and has written several letters for us. I think today is a rare opportunity, so I invited her over for lunch."
"Vespra, from Kovir?" Roy looked at the plump young girl in front of her, with blond hair hanging over her shoulders. The dark blue jacket and leggings supported her beautiful figure. The red hat gave her a touch of literary temperament.
Roy had never heard of this name, but he always felt that the other person's appearance was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't recognize it for a while.
"Miss Vespra, this is my son, Roy, a demon hunter, next to his teacher, Master Resor, Oaks..." Old Moore pointed to everyone and introduced them one by one.
Roy smiled and shook hands with the other party. Her palm was soft and flexible, but her fingertips were often calloused due to frequent plucking of the strings. "Miss Vespra, I'm not here in Novigrad. For a while, thanks to you for helping to take care of my family, I’m really grateful, if you need me in the future, just say it!”
Vespra glanced at the five demon hunters, and paused for a long time especially on the tallest, bald man with bulging muscles whose neck could not be seen, and covered her mouth in surprise.
"Master Roy, to be honest, today is the first time I saw a demon hunter with my own eyes, and five of them appeared at once..." Vespra did not hide her curiosity at all, "So I always thought that Uncle Moore And Aunt Susie's kid is a mercenary."
"Aren't you disappointed that you don't have a mouth full of fangs, an extra leg or arm, and you don't have a penchant for cannibalism." Oakes interjected with a playful smile,
"Although I've heard a lot of your legends from Kovill's travels, but at present, those rumors are quite untrue." Vespra chuckled lightly, "At least the witcher is more humorous than the rumors ..."
……
A group of people gathered at the dining table to enjoy the feast cooked by Roy.
Potato goulash, cheese pancakes, cod bisque, marinated pork cutlets...
"My child, where did you learn the skill? It's even more delicious than the chef at the Novigrad tavern. Is it possible that the witcher needs to learn this skill?" Susie slowly put a piece of stewed soft meat The rotten potatoes, filled with seven or eight kinds of indescribable aromas, melted in his mouth, and he squinted his eyes in comfort, then turned to Lei Suo curiously,
The big bald man who was playing against the Oaks Brothers paused, lifted his face from the dinner plate, cleared his throat, and organized his words, "Ahem..." He felt that he couldn't say that he was exercising because of his own oppression. Such an excellent cook.
"On the one hand, Roy has a talent for cooking, and on the other hand, we are often in the wild, with plenty of fresh food and raw materials. The combination of the two has created Roy's great cooking skills!"
"I just said it!" Oakes sucked a piece of pork chop into his mouth with a "sniff" sound, and spit out the bare bones with a few smacks, "In the future, Roy will be old and weak, and he won't be able to work in the witcher business. You can make a lot of money as a cook!"
"Hmm, um..." The group of people next to them who were still engrossed in their mouths suddenly became confused.
"I'm just at an average level, but I made some small improvements by referring to the innovative dishes of the Niubao Restaurant." Roy said with a rare humility, but the slightly curved corners of his mouth still revealed his little pride and self-satisfaction. .
"Master Roy, what they said is not an exaggeration at all." Vespra wiped the white fish soup from the corner of her mouth gracefully and calmly, "I have participated in the banquet of the royal family of Kovill, and although the ingredients you cook are simple and plain, But the taste is better, and it is really worthwhile to eat such delicious food this time."
Eat half of the meal.
"By the way, Roy," Old Moore hesitated, "Those three little bastards in the market...how did you deal with it?" After drinking and eating, Old Moore remembered the biggest hidden danger.
"Just a little lesson." Lei Suo rushed ahead and explained vaguely, "It's not a big problem to be alive and kicking."
Well, disability is better than death.
"As for the problem of the gangsters, we also have a solution... In short, the two of you should not be busy selling stalls these days, and stay at home. I guarantee that your food stalls will be able to operate normally within a week at most, and there will be no troubles at that time." There will be more bastards coming to make trouble!"
Only then did Old Moore feel relieved, "How long do the masters plan to stay with Roy in Novigrad?"
Susie on the side also listened quietly when she heard this question, and the fork with a piece of potato stuck in her hand stopped in front of the baby in her arms.The baby had already grown its mouth, waiting for the woman to feed it, but it was too late to eat.
When he grew his black eyes, he realized that he was ignored.
The little guy didn't give up, sticking out his pink tongue like a puppy, licking the potatoes on the fork non-stop.
The bald man glanced at his students, "It depends on Roy's plan, but we have a lot of things to do in Novigrad, and it will take at least two months."
"It's only been two months?" The old couple couldn't hide their disappointment. According to their deepest expectations, this time the child will have to stay for half a year anyway.
"At least," Roy couldn't help adding, "I will try to spend time with you as much as possible."
"What's going on in the city? Is it a commission? Let's hear it," Old Moore said, "We know a lot of vendors in the market, maybe we can help."
"Father, Susie..." Roy shook his head, grinned, and stuffed the potato into Mino's mouth. The latter finally withdrew his tongue, closed his eyes and fell asleep. "I'm afraid you won't be able to help," said the witcher. He didn't think his parents would know Dandelion, the great "suave" poet.
"But..." The witcher turned his gaze to the beautiful female bard, hesitating to speak.
"What's the matter, Master Roy?"
"Miss Vespra, you are an excellent bard, do you know Dandelion?"
"Dandelion? Is the full name Julian Alfred Pancratz?"
Roy's face froze, "I don't think anyone else has the same name as him, the famous bard, Dandelion."
"Oh——" the bard uttered a slightly high-pitched strange cry with a perfect voice, his slender eyebrows frowned, showing a strange expression, "Then I happen to know him, this is an 'idol' in the industry... Outstanding talent, but unfortunately..." Weiss Platt paused, "Too narcissistic and philanthropic, and has a rather stubborn personality."
"Why did the masters look for him?"
The demon hunters looked at each other with smiles on their faces, "Does Ms. Vespula know his whereabouts? As far as we know, Dandelion has settled in Novigrad in recent years."
"That's true, but it's a pity..." Vespra pursed her red lips and said angrily, "I don't know... Which man or woman's bed is this guy currently fooling around with."
"But someone knows." Vespula took a sip of the fish soup with red lips, and said slowly, "A fanatic of poetry invites Dandelion to a party at the Herb Inn in Novigrad every middle of the month to share His creation. I just happened to be at a party."
"Dandrian has a lot of lovers, and his daily expenses are huge, and there is not much money in the package, so he usually does not miss this opportunity to solicit sponsorship."
"In the middle of the month, isn't that just two days?" The witcher thought, "Just go to the Vanilla Hotel and watch it."
"Tomorrow, to be exact!"
"Who is that poetry fanatic?"
"Several of you should have heard of his reputation, a gang leader..." Vespra said in a tone of reciting poetry, "ruthless, rich beyond counting, generous, obsessed with elegance If I remember correctly, he was nicknamed Old Hawthorne, and his real name was Alphonse Willie."
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, isn't it the big brother of those three little gangsters?
"It's not that enemies don't get together."
More details that he didn't think of before came to Roy's mind, Alphonse Willie, Hawthorne I, an out-and-out poetry fanatic.
Before being killed by his own son, he even wrote Dandelion's name in his will, and left an estate vanilla hotel under his name to the great poet.
Only then did Dandelion change the vanilla hotel into a dance hall.
"It saves us time to find someone." Oakes turned his neck a little excitedly, "Guys, it seems that we are going to do something big!"
"What does this master mean?"
"It's just a joke. Ms. Vespra, your words have helped us a lot... Thank you very much, about tomorrow's poetry lovers gathering—"
"Actually, I also have a request..." Vespra's azure eyes scanned all the demon hunters present, and pleaded, "From Redania to Aedirn, I have traveled to more than ten countries and written various Poetry on the theme, unfortunately, the inspiration has dried up recently, and there has been no work for half a year."
"I am honored to meet all the masters today, and I suddenly have an idea, demon hunter..." Vespra's pretty face blushed with excitement, "Why don't I compose a poem about demon hunters, This is a very interesting subject, which means innovation and a lot of inspiration... so when you go out in Novigrad, can you take me?"
Poems about witchers?
The faces of the demon hunters changed, and they were speechless. They had never encountered a similar situation. At least Cantila was no less effective than ordinary men, but Vespra?
Take a woman who is powerless to act?
The witchers rejected the idea from the bottom of their hearts.
"Roy, what do you think?"
Roy didn't answer, and turned to look at the female bard seriously... Then he suddenly realized, "Ms. Vespra, I would like to ask, do you have another name?"
"My stage name is Kalenita, and some of you can also call me Priscilla."
Chapter 5 Roof
In the middle of the night, the residential area along the river in Nuocheng was completely quiet, except for the few stars, there was no light at all.
Roy stood on the roof and looked at the flickering lights of the business district on the other side of the river. With one hand, he danced the sword casually, and with the other hand, the flame of magic power danced flexibly at the fingertips, like an exquisite magic show.
In the sky above the head, the airflow of "hoo, hoo" is surging, and in the depths of the dark night, a beast the size of a calf, with the head of a sphinx and the body of a sphinx, can be faintly seen hovering happily.
"Tap..." Suddenly footsteps sounded, Roy's expression changed, telepathy gave an order, and the griffin above his head immediately flew to the distant sky and disappeared without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, a coolly dressed figure climbed up the stairs to the roof, walked straight to him with two slender and healthy thighs, and sat down beside him, with his calves hanging down from the eaves, dangling comfortably.
"Probably the Willy gang won't be making trouble tonight."
Candy pulled back her hair from the sideburns, and the originally slightly heroic face lines and the gorgeous lines on the sides of her face became a little softer in the hazy night, and at this moment, her brown eyes showed a trace of concern.
"Go down and rest, Roy, chat with your family, and I will watch over the rest of the time for you."
This young Snake Sect member has been away from his family for more than a year, so there should be endless topics to talk about, and endless old stories.
The fact is quite the opposite. He didn't communicate much with the old Moore couple and his babbling brother. Most of the time he just listened to the old couple nagging, asking questions and answering passively.
Until Mino was made to cry for some reason, and the old couple was busy coaxing the child, he took the opportunity to rush upstairs.
"Thank you for your concern, but I don't have any problems. I just want to sit for a while and enjoy the wind." Roy felt the warm and delicate body of Ms. Zerikhan clinging to her arms, and also began to shake her dangling feet.
After seeing his parents, he was quite conflicted.
It seems to be the so-called "feeling timid near the hometown".
He especially noticed that when the grizzled old Moore faced him, there was a hint of flattery and caution on his wrinkled old face.
His heart felt inexplicably sour, and he fled to the roof at a loss.
However, after the cold wind blew for a long time, he also figured it out. No matter what, he had to let his family live peacefully and happily, even without his participation.
"Candilla, now that you've arrived in Novigrad, what are your plans next? Go back to your old job and find a local performance team to make a name for yourself?"
From Baron La Valetti to Novigrad, the witchers and Ms. Cantila got along very well, drinking and chatting freely, just like old friends for many years.
But he couldn't always bring a woman by his side, which made Roy feel weird.
And the journey always has an end, and everyone has their own path.
"You can't wait to drive me away?!" The woman stared with dissatisfaction, her pretty face suddenly approached her, and she almost kissed Roy's face.
The hot air exhaled from his mouth and nose made his cheeks itch.
"How could I drive away a friend? You can stay as long as you like!" Roy turned his head and sighed pretendingly, "But you have seen what happened today. We just arrived because of my personal affairs and the four The Willie gang, one of the big gangs, has turned against each other, and it can't drag you down."
"Zerikhan women will never be deserters, and they are not afraid of fighting!" Cantila straightened her strong chest, "If those bullying guys dare to come to the door, it will just make my sword see blood!"
The woman's pretty face was tense, she pulled up the short knife behind her leather boots, and swung it around neatly.
"This battle has nothing to do with you."
"Have you forgotten how you saved Aveline and me in La Valetti?" Cantila pursed her lips, her brown eyes turned to the witcher, with a hint of determination in them, "I owe you my life! Before paying off, don't try to drive me away!"
"Uh... Then how do you pay it off?" Roy choked for a moment, why did he feel like he was a debtor.
"I didn't give advice, the best solution, you accept a free mercenary, and I naturally obey the 'everything' instruction." Cantila suddenly grabbed his right arm tightly in her arms, licked He licked his red lips, and his brown eyes shone with a strange brilliance, "Or, turn me into the same kind? Oakes has analyzed it carefully for me. As long as you take the herbal potion, there is a certain chance of successful transformation."
"That guy, he just knows how to make trouble!" Roy gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, suppressing the urge to move in his heart, "He's talking nonsense, a woman can't be a witcher, at least for the Snakes, not to mention you're too old Some, taking green grass decoction is tantamount to suicide... Don't be angry! I'm talking about eight or nine-year-old children!"
"That's a pity." Cantila lowered her head and sighed.
"Well, you still stay, but you have to take care of old Moore, Susie and Mino for me. Especially when I'm not here."
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