God-level Demon Hunter

"No problem, I guarantee that no one can hurt them! Unless they step on my corpse!" The woman noticed his softened attitude, the corners of her mouth curled up, a sly look flashed in her eyes, she hugged her arms even tighter, her delicate body hugged her Grabbing his shoulders, he moved into his arms.

The night wind was blowing gently, and there was no sound at this time.

The two of them sat side by side on the roof, blowing the cold wind, shaking their legs, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

But Roy felt inexplicably guilty, and always had a terrifying illusion—a space door would suddenly crack open behind him, and a gorgeous woman in fiery red would jump out of it, and a spell would turn him into a mouse and rush into the sewer.

……

"Cough, cough..." In the sudden coughing sound,

Roy jumped up on the spot with a ghostly figure, turned around and looked, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief, angry and funny.

Not far behind, Fliers, wearing sunglasses and crossing his chest, looked like he was watching a show.

"Owl, can you stop being so elusive every time?" Roy said, "at least make some noise, can you give me a reminder?"

"You have also practiced a few tricks of Maopai swordsmanship. You should understand that its trick is to be silent. This is the aftereffect of the previous assassination. I have practiced for decades and I have developed a habit. I can't change it." Cat Eagle Taking off his sunglasses, his gray-green eyes showed a trace of apology. "But I definitely didn't intend to disturb the two relatives..."

"It's nothing to disturb!" Roy quickly changed the subject, "What's the matter with coming here suddenly? Carl?"

"The little monkey has already fallen asleep..." The vulture went to Roy's left and squatted down, like a beast licking its fur, "I'm looking for you this time, mainly to inform you, Oakes, Serritt, Ray Suo already knows."

"In a few days, I should take the students out of the team. Novigrad is considered a good place, you can buy everything you want, and there are no nobles dictating above your head." Phlius looked through In the night, looking at the temple island far away, "It's time to start the next stage, higher intensity training, so after another three months, when the little monkey finishes drinking the predrug, he will officially enter the grass trial."

The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

In just a few months of getting along, the cat vulture has already left a deep impression on Roy's mind-cold on the outside, a little arrogant on the inside, not very good at expressing emotions like Lei Suo, and a ruthless actionist.

Roy gradually got used to the life of four snakes and one cat, wandering together.

Suddenly talking about leaving, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

It's not like he didn't think about it, if he could get a positive answer from the wolf faction, he would call the vultures to visit Kaer Morhen together.

But Maopai's reputation is there, and bringing him there without permission would be disrespectful to Wolfpai.

Cantila's pretty face was also a little sad, and she quietly walked behind Roy, with her chin resting on his shoulder, and her eyes fixed on Cat Pie the Witcher.

"When are you leaving?"

"After solving the troubles here... When you are ready to do something, remember to call me!"

"You see it?"

"Boy, you almost had 'I'm going to kill someone' written on your face this afternoon, even a blind man could feel it." Fliers showed a cold look on his face, "If it were me, whoever dared to touch the little monkey would definitely kill him all over the house. !"

"Okay, I'll call you then."

"By the way, I discussed with Old Moore. The third building next to this house is still vacant, and the rent is not expensive. I will bring the little monkey to move in then."

"Are you serious?"

This guy came to tell himself that he was about to leave the team solemnly, and ended up renting a house not far from his father.

You can meet at the door.

Isn't this a joke?

But he suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that the cat vulture rented so close to help take care of Old Moore?

The more I think about it, the more possible it becomes.

Roy was both moved and helpless, and couldn't help reaching out to slap Mao Pie's pectoralis major muscle.

The opponent's eyelids twitched, his face tightened, and he forcibly suppressed his instinctive attack reaction.

"Have you collected all the ingredients for the herbal decoction? That thing is not easy." Roy paused, "Just tell me if you need any ingredients, you're welcome, let's figure out a solution together."

"It's true that there are a few common-grade mutation-inducing substances that are missing, but it's not a big problem. We should be able to get them after a while. After all, compared to other schools, the cat's formula doesn't have such complicated requirements." A gleam flashed in the gray-green eyes. Sadly, "To some extent, it is an incomplete formula."

Roy has heard about this for a long time. At the beginning of the creation of the cat school's green herbal potion, there are huge hidden dangers. Even if the tester survives, it is easy to leave sequelae, suffer from various mental diseases, become numb, crazy, even dementia...

However, the cat pie formula also has unique features, such as the ability to transform elves and female witchers.

"No matter which school you choose," Roy thought carefully for a moment, "before starting the grass trial, it's best to find a professional to assist you to minimize the side effects. Do you have a familiar spellcaster?"

The cat vulture was stopped by the question and remained silent for a long time.

He has always been a loner, and he has had a few mistresses, and he has killed many warlocks, but no one has a harmonious relationship.

"If you don't mind, maybe I can invite an assistant—how about an experienced and skilled sorceress?" Roy's heart moved, "In the Temple of Elland Meritelli, she once helped me preside over the grass Trial ceremony."

"Dude..." the Maopai demon hunter looked moved, "If you can find such a person, then I owe you a huge favor!"

Roy smiled.

Otherwise, how could I have the nerve to speak?

Chapter 6 Message

"A playboy, a scumbag, a useless singer!"

In the alley north of Novigrad, next to a narrow house painted pink, a slender, voluptuous elf man in pajamas stood on a roof terrace full of flowers, looking down, he grabbed a flower The basin is about to be thrown down.

Below, a handsome man with a mustache and a plumed olive hat, hopped backwards like a goat, narrowly avoiding the flowerpot, which shattered into a thousand pieces before him.

Then a lute flew down, and the man dodged in a hurry.

"Please, Ariel." He yelled with a wry smile, "Don't believe their nonsense, I am very loyal to you, and I have never found another man! If I lie, I would rather abstain from sexual intercourse for the rest of my life!"

"Rogue! Devil! Don't bother me anymore!" The elf man roared and ran into the house, closing the window heavily.

"Why can't you trust me? Is there any man who can match your peerless beauty? Of course...except for women." The handsome man muttered and picked up the lute on the ground like a groundhog on the grassland. Looking around vigilantly, he was relieved when he saw no one noticed, and straightened out the tight top with blue notched lapels and puff sleeves as if nothing had happened.

"I don't stay here, I have my own place to stay. Just go to the boss's banquet to change my mind, maybe I can find some inspiration."

The minstrel regained his composure, held the lute and tuned the strings, plucked a few notes to test the sound, and played a low-pitched piece of music with tremolo while walking through the narrow alley.

"The breath of autumn fills the air,

The wind stole my words,

Such things are justified, so,

Don't let diamond tears well out of your eyes! "

……

"Master Dandelion, welcome to the Poetry Lovers Conference..." Outside the Vanilla Hotel located in the most prosperous area of ​​Novigrad, two gatekeepers wearing blue armbands rushed forward and bowed, "One month No, I wonder if you have any new works coming out?"

"Your homeland is covered with snow, and the river and lake are covered with frost..." Dandelion sang a sentence with a magnetic voice, and it was just a sentence, and then squinted at the two gatekeepers, as if he didn't want to discuss with these vulgar people Elegant art, "Don't you want to hear my "Winter" before Alphonse boss?"

"Don't dare, dare not! Is this poem called "Winter"? It's a wonderful name!" A panic flashed across the big man's face, and he stepped back, "It's a pity that Boss Alphonse is not here today, butler Boggart is hosting the party ...is waiting for you inside, Master, please come in!"

Only then did the bard proudly push open the wooden door of the Vanilla Hotel.

The Vanilla Hotel is one of the largest hotels in Novigrad. The party hall on the first floor is so large that it can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

At this moment, the tables and chairs that originally occupied the hall were scattered to the edge, filled with all kinds of delicacies, and wines and juices to accompany the meal. There was a huge bonfire in the corner of the hall, with a barbecue fork on it.

Bunches of mistletoe and heather were hung high on the surrounding walls, and a red ribbon was drawn under two sets of magic lamps on the left and right of the ceiling, on which were written "North City Poetry Lovers Conference" in bold characters.

According to tradition, garlic "garlands" are hung around the hotel to deter vampires that no one has ever seen.

Dandelion put down the lute in his hand, picked up a glass of wine comfortably, took a sip, and involuntarily focused his eyes on the stage in the central open space.

Although the place is full of people, it is not noisy. More than thirty poetry lovers from Novigrad and nearby areas gathered here, most of them are arty little nobles, rich businessmen and bards. Bodyguards and goons of Willy's gang listen in silence to a young woman's charming performance.

The woman, wearing an elegant long dress, sat on the stage and accompanied her sweet singing with a lute on her lap.She doesn't look like she's in her twenties, with a curvy figure and blonde hair that falls to her shoulders.

Dandelion arrived a little late, just in time to hear her sing the last few words in a voice as round and clear as an oriole.The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers, but she just nodded slightly, her long hair swaying slightly.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen! Friends—" the tavernkeeper shouted, raising his glass of beer, "let us once again thank Ms. Vespra for a wonderful performance, and also Mr. Alphonse, because Thanks to his generous and selfless sponsorship, only poetry lovers and like-minded people can participate in such a wonderful gathering."

"To Vespla, to Alphonse Willy!"

On the left side of the hall, a well-dressed middle-aged man, Alphonse's butler, stood up and held up the beer with reverence on his face.

……

After a long time, the bard squeezed out of the crowd, "Hi, Dandelion!"

"Hey, Priscilla, the song just now is really nice, and your repertoire has really improved a lot. As I said earlier, if you can't write your own songs and your inspiration is always withered, you might as well borrow some from others. Do you do this often?"

"Not really," Priscilla retorted.She smiled, showing a mouthful of white and small teeth, "There are not many songs that can be borrowed, either the lyrics are too bad and vulgar, or the melody is too monotonous, which does not meet the expectations of the audience. But you, Dandelion, recently Have you written a new song? I haven't heard it in a long time."

"It's no wonder," the bard sighed. "Where I sing, only the most talented and well-known artists will be invited. In those places, I have never seen you."

Vespra blushed and blew her hair, "If your words reach the ears of the boss, do you think he will be happy or angry? Do you think you will be able to earn a living in Novigrad in the future?"

The red-faced person became Dandelion. He came to the party held by the gang boss just to fill his stomach and earn some benefits. Although Alphonse is obsessed with poetry and highly respects his own works, it is a pity that he is not a A qualified poet, but also got involved in the dirty gangster business, Dandelion fully cooperates with his hobbies on the surface, but he looks down on him in his heart.

"Okay, old buddy, let's not run on each other..." Dandelion rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "I can't keep Butler Boggart waiting, I should go."

"Don't worry..." Vespra shook her head, glanced at Poggett's position, her eyes were bright, "Mr. Butler is meeting some distinguished guests, and I don't have time to talk to you for now."

"Which distinguished guest is more important than me?" Dandelion followed her gaze, and saw three completely unfamiliar figures at the gangster butler's table, and most of the guests around them were stylishly dressed, bloated, or emaciated. It's completely different. The clothes are simple and plain, and the figure is strong. Just from the back, it gives people a feeling of leanness and calmness.

"Is it a foreign poetry lover who came here for fame?" Dandelion saw the amber vertical pupils of one of them, and another familiar old friend suddenly appeared in his mind.

"They are the protagonists of my next work, The Witcher."

……

"Boss Alphonse didn't come today?" Oakes took the lead in raising the beer to the middle-aged man across the round table, "I'll drink this glass first as a respect."

A total of three witchers came to the Vanilla Tavern today. Roy and Serritt sat beside Oakes, and the rest stayed at home with Old Moore.

And beside the man, there were several gangster thugs with unfriendly expressions and wary eyes.

There were already several waves of guests who wanted to come to toast, but they were frightened by the situation at this table and left consciously.

Roy swept across the crowd one by one, his dark golden pupils flashed a faint light, and then raised his eyebrows.

It is not uncommon for a few strong bodyguards with outstanding physical fitness, but not far behind Pogut, there is also a middle-aged man exchanging glasses with the minstrels. Anka, who exudes faint magic fluctuations.

"The Willy Gang is really rich and powerful, even warlocks can be hired as bodyguards."

In fact, not all warlocks can become decent royal consultants, and more herbal doctors and personal bodyguards are reduced.

There were too many bards, and the leader of the Willy gang was not there, so it was obviously not suitable for them to do it.

The witcher enjoys his drink like a normal person.

Several people are facing each other.

The butler of Willy's gang leader looked about 40 years old, with an aquiline nose, thin lips, deep nasolabial folds on his cheeks, and a mean face.

The long and narrow eyes glanced, and then returned a cup,

"I'm the steward of Willie Manor, Pogut. Three masters, the purpose of this trip is about those bastards yesterday, right?"

It was obviously just an ordinary tone, but that gloomy energy made the nearby air seem to be a few degrees colder.

"That's right." Oakes didn't want to go around in circles, and said bluntly, "Bogut, according to the agreement we reached half a year ago, your gang will never harass the old Moore's family, and the snake witcher will never intervene again." The help of your gang... but according to what we saw with our own eyes, how come the facts are just the opposite?"

Pogut took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in his heart. Except for his immediate boss, not many people dared to talk to him like this on Novigrad's territory, so aggressive.

Some people did this before and he tied stones and threw them into the sea, but it was very difficult to deal with demon hunters like this.

The last time there were two witchers who came to Novigrad, this time it was four or five, who knows if there will be more next time?

"Vincent has violated gang rules and acted without authorization for half a year, and I only heard about it recently..." Pogut deliberately pretended to be indisputable, "Let Old Moore suffer for half a year for no reason, we Oversight."

Roy was very surprised that the high-level figures of the four major gangs in Novigrad were so easily subdued?

Even the faces of the bodyguards next to him could see obvious consternation. In their impression, Pogut was as ruthless as Alphonse's boss, and he was definitely not the kind of person who would easily bow his head and compromise.

But he didn't seem to pay attention to everyone's expressions, and continued, "I questioned those three guys, and they almost blackmailed a hundred crowns from Old Moore in the past six months..." Then, he called the owner of the Vanilla Tavern to whisper After a few words, the latter quickly brought over a bulging bag, shook it, and there was a clear and pleasant collision sound.

Then put it in front of the witcher.

"I asked some masters to accept the two hundred crowns on behalf of Old Moore. It can be regarded as compensation for him from the gang."

The witchers looked at each other, but no one moved.

They will take this account.

"Besides..." the butler emphasized his voice, "I think an arm as a punishment is still too light for violators."

Not long after, another slightly soaked and reddened linen bag was placed in front of the witcher.

There were three tongues in it.

"As a member of Willy's gang, they used the guise of the gang to blackmail and blackmail the gang's reputation, and even offended several snake masters. In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, and to make you feel at ease, I cut off the Their crime tools..."