God-level Demon Hunter

Pogut's face was calm and breezy, and he spoke as casually as if he had slapped a few flies to death.

"In addition, the boss sent me a message that members of the Willy gang will not harass the old Moore's family anymore. I have already told the butcher boss in advance that after the market's protection money business changes hands next month, he will take special care of the old Moore. , free of charge."

"How many masters are satisfied with this?"

"Pogut, you might as well speak up if you have something to say."

Roy didn't come to negotiate terms.

There are no clean people in the Novigrad gang.

"Are you still satisfied?" He still asked stubbornly.

"So what if you are satisfied, and what if you are not satisfied?"

"Several masters feel that the compensation is appropriate, so we should talk about another matter." Pogut smiled lightly with relief, leaned back on the rattan chair, staring at him, and his tone became as cold as ice in an instant,

"Those three guys are still members of the Willy gang. Even if they violate the gang rules and make mistakes, commit crimes, and commit heinous crimes, they should be skinned and cramped. According to the rules, the brothers in the gang have to do it. But the three masters, they didn't even It is really against the rules to make them crippled without telling the boss."

"For a person with the position and identity of the boss, there is no shortage of money or women, but he must have face... The story of Vincent has spread throughout the gang, and now there are so many eyes staring at him, Al If Boss Fance can't uphold justice for them and abide by gang rules, what face does he have to sit in the top position?"

"If the masters can't give the brothers a satisfactory explanation, the more than 1000 brothers in the gang will never forgive me lightly, including me."

"You don't want to, want to do it? I accidentally died, and Boss Willy will avenge me!" Pogut looked at the demon hunter in the middle, without concealing the threat,

Roy shook his head, this old bastard had no good intentions from the beginning.

That was exactly what I wanted.

"What do you want to explain?" Oakes showed pale gums and smiled brightly.He has encountered many threats in his life, from his own kind, villagers, and nobles. "Do you want us to pay three hands?"

As soon as the words fell, the bodyguard next to Pogut held the sword on his waist, and there was a moment of tension near the round table. "That's not necessary. The boss proposed a more gentle proposal that is beneficial to both parties..." He said, "I have been fortunate enough to have seen the skills of the masters, far beyond the scope of ordinary people, so outstanding, but has been neglected In the wild, dealing with filthy and smelly monsters is rather overkill..."

"I'm sorry...Your Excellency, the gang has rules, and demon hunters have the tradition of demon hunters, so I cannot join you."

"That's not the case...I'll just say it straight," Boggart said, shaking his head, "I want to invite some masters to win a few matches for the Willy Gang...underground fighting competitions."

"This was originally a business managed by the boss, but it's a pity that there have been no elite soldiers under him. As a result, the final honor of the Novigrad black boxing competition has been seized by the butcher's subordinates. I have to say that this is a great regret for the gang."

Pogut revealed his true intentions,

"The boss asked me to bring a message. If you are willing to send a member to win the final championship of the Black Fist Competition for the Willy Gang and become the 'Fist of Wrath', then all the grudges between you and the Willy Gang will be wiped out. We are Friends. Believe me, Novigrad is paradise for friends of the Willy Gang."

Roy lowered his face, unable to see any thoughts, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Alphonse Willy, what a hypocrite.

All the crimes were thrown to his subordinates, and the agent he sent pretended to be righteous, and wanted to use both grace and power to win over the demon hunter?

If it hadn't been for telling the truth from the gangster's mouth, Roy might have been shaken for a while.

"We need time to think about it." The three of them exchanged glances, seemingly moved.

"Hurry up, everyone," according to Gert's persuasive words, "the boss promised that if you get the 'Fist of Wrath', [-]% of the bonus and lottery will belong to the Viper School, and the remaining [-]% will be used to appease the three disabled members and calm down. The grievances of the brothers in the gang."

"Be sure to give an answer within two days," Pogut handed over a business card, "From now on, it depends on who you are, whether you are an enemy or a friend."

"Willie Manor?" Roy glanced at the address on the gold-encrusted business card, nodded, and put it in his arms.

Fuck the boxing match!

Willie Manor, wait for it!

Chapter 7 Wolf Pie's Reply

"The masters are smart people..." Pogut suddenly pushed his chair away, stood up, and held the demon hunter's hand. "You should know how to choose. I hope you make the right decision!"

"Now, let's enjoy the wonderful poetry performance together."

Soon, the witcher bid farewell and left.

Before heading to Willie Manor, they had to get an answer from Dandelion.

When Geralt was in Cintra, he promised that he would tell Dandelion the result of the Wolf faction's discussion, and then pass it on to the Snake faction.

Roy is quite nervous now.

Vesemir, are you willing to invite Snake Pie as a guest?

……

"Hey, friends, I heard from Priscilla that you are looking for me?" Dandelion followed the female bard to the three of them with a glass of bright red wine in hand.

Roy glanced at the other party. Dandelion, who was born in 1229, was in his early 30s, more handsome than he remembered, mature and elegant, almost catching up with him.

In addition, he is stylishly dressed, exuding the decadent temperament of an artist, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, and sly blue eyes, no wonder he is so attractive to women.

"Let me guess, the comer is the famous bard Master Dandelion?" Oakes took the lead in reciprocating with a glass, and then excitedly held the bard's right hand.

The smile on Dandelion's face froze. Facing the witcher's scorching and aggressive eyes, the warmth and strength of his palms, he couldn't help his heart beating like a drum and his scalp numb? "Who is this guy? Could it be that he's taken a fancy to me? But he's not my type, and I can't be sorry to Ariel."

He withdrew his hand calmly, "It's me, what's your name? Have we met before?"

"Dandrien, these three are the Viper School demon hunter Oakes..." Priscilla walked out from behind him, passing the three of them one by one with her thin hand, "Serrit, Roy."

Three witchers?

Dandelion was stunned. He knew the demon hunter, and he had a good relationship, but he remembered that his friend had always been like a lone wolf, with no other school companions around him. When did the demon hunter become like a wolf on the street Like Chinese cabbage, grab a lot?

"Master Dandelion, I've heard you famous for a long time. Your humble Ochs, I had the honor to attend Oxenfurt School of Narrative Poetry and Poetry for a period of time, and read your masterpieces "The Age of the Moon" and "The Price of Love."

"The rhetoric and artistic conception are outstanding, they are really two masterpieces of poetry across the ages." Oakes's eyes lit up, and he did not hide his admiration, "I have been thinking about how many years it will take me to reach your level of attainment in poetry , I didn’t expect to see you in person today, so I’ll ask you in person.”

"It turns out that the master is a poetry lover. Which of these works do you like?" Dandelion nodded. This was the first time he had seen a demon hunter who was interested in poetry.

"I like your song "Love" the most. The vivid and beautiful description makes me feel like I am in the scene. To be honest, I am a half-hearted poetry lover at best. My purpose of studying poetry is not the same as yours. It's the same." Oakes cleared his throat, and his tone sank, "Master Dandelion, can you tell me a little trick, how to write poetry, so that you can be favored by ladies and beauties like you?"

"Puff...cough, cough..." Dandelion's eyes widened suddenly, and the wine in his mouth sprayed Oakes' face. "Sorry, sorry..."

"It doesn't matter." The latter just wiped off the drink casually. "After tasting Qiqimo's urine, other liquids taste the same except wine and blood."

"Okay, it's important, stop joking..." Roy forced Oakes back into the seat, and Serrit covered his mouth beside him. "Master Dandelion, although today is the first time we meet, I have already heard about your glorious deeds from another friend."

Roy said sincerely, "And today we asked Ms. Pusilla to contact you, and it is also related to that friend..."

Dandelion rolled his eyes a few times, and he realized, "You mean Geralt, right? He will often mention me? It's definitely not a good thing." Dandelion shook his head with a look of distrust.

"You and I both know that White Wolf is a good old man with a cold face and a warm heart. Although he is taciturn on the surface, he has always admired your talent and chic demeanor..." Roy resisted the urge to vomit, and took a sip of juice Moisturize your throat.

"Then what did he say about me?" Dandelion asked with great interest.

"He mentioned that you once caught a flying arrow with your bare hands."

"Haha!" Dandelion was overjoyed, "This guy finally believed my words!"

"Then do you remember now, Master Dandelion," Roy asked while the iron was hot, "Has Geralt contacted you recently, asking you to bring a message to us Snake Demon Hunters?"

"Snake demon hunter, Roy, there is such a thing..." The bard glanced at the snake-shaped pendant around Roy's neck, and pondered, "But are you here early? I remember Gero The time specifically mentioned is approaching the end of the year, and it is at least a month earlier now."

He muttered a few words, looked around cautiously, and seeing no one was paying attention, he moved closer to the demon hunter's ear, and spoke slowly amidst everyone's nervous expressions. "One day half a month ago, Geralt suddenly came to the door and asked me to send a message to Roy, the snake-sect demon hunter-the moon of reincarnation, rare in Kyle Mor..." Dandelion's voice stopped abruptly, No one noticed the guilt on his face.

The month of reincarnation is a month in the elf calendar, which is from December 12st to February 21st in the Gregorian calendar.

As for Kyle Mor Rare...

Roy could no longer suppress the joy on his face. With these words, the months of waiting were worth it.

"So Geralt's teacher, the leader of the wolf faction, Vesemir, agreed to meet with us?" Oakes rubbed his chin thinking,

"This is a good start. We need to communicate and negotiate face to face." Serrit couldn't hide his excitement, but also felt a little dazed.He thought it was a joke when the Snake faction and the Wolf faction started a meeting. He didn't have much hope at all, but it succeeded.

But there is no doubt that the wolf faction at most wants to make friends.

For the time being, they don't hold out any hope for the Witcher Brotherhood.

"But how do I get to Kaer Morhen?" The smile on Roy's face froze. This ancient sea fortress and the base camp of the Wolf Faction is located in Kaedwen, in the Blue Mountains. It is little known, and the Blue Mountains are vast and boundless. , if it flies around like a headless chicken, it will take at least several years to find it.

"Master Dandelion, what else did you miss?" Three pairs of wolf-like eyes locked on the bard.

The latter trembled all over, "Eh... don't get excited, don't do anything stupid." Dandelion hid behind Priscilla.

The female bard has never figured out what the two sides are discussing, and her beautiful eyes are full of doubts.

"Three masters, please be safe and don't be impatient, let me ask you for your help. Old man, don't hide it, tell me honestly, I will ask the masters to be gentler."

Dandelion rolled his eyes, spread his hands towards the witcher, and said with embarrassment, "Actually, this sentence was written on a map, but I accidentally lost the map?"

"what?!"

The three demon hunters stood up in unison like bloodthirsty beasts being provoked, and took a step towards the bard.At this juncture, at this juncture, Roy took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to explode.

"Where did you throw it?!"

The demon hunter looked like he was going to kill someone. Dandelion felt that as long as he dared to say "no", his bones would be gone, and he had a hunch that the demon hunters were not like the wooden face of the white wolf. Talk about it.He pretended to slap his head violently, "I remembered! The map was left in my 'dear' home."

"Where's your 'darling' home?"

"I'm not sure which one it is..." Dandelion raised his chest as if showing off, but was glared at by the witcher and quickly sank down. "There are six addresses."

Chapter 8 Meet in the Moon of Reincarnation

After Dandelion finished speaking, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely weird. Oaks' eyes widened, and his envy was beyond words.

And Priscilla curled her lips, her expression full of disgust and disgust.

Seeing this, Roy silently mourned for the bard for half a minute.

This guy showed his true colors in front of Priscilla, can he still get together with her in the future?

"I'm not mistaken, Master Dandelion, you are indeed a master at picking up girls and a prodigal son in love..." Oakes raised his eyebrows at the poet,

"Uh..." Dandelion was relieved to see the demon hunter's expression softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's the nature of poets to seek inspiration, and all beautiful things can provide inspiration, including beauties, so I just dedicate myself to art... "

"Okay, no matter whether your original intention is for art or to love the world, first tell me the addresses of those six beauties, Master Dandelion."

"I have a condition..." The bard gritted his teeth despite the tremendous pressure from the demon hunter, "The masters must first promise me that they will not use illegal methods of coercing those six beauties!"

As Geralt's best friend, the poet is naturally aware of the witcher's miraculous torture methods, "Although I only had a one-night relationship with a few of them, I don't want to make them suffer!"

"You still have a bit of conscience." Priscilla sarcastically said beside her, and the three demon hunters readily responded.

"Let's do this. When the time comes, you ask them out," Roy said in a low voice, paying attention to the movement around him. "Let's sneak into the house and search for the map."

The bard thought for a while, and finally nodded.

His six old friends, including two hostesses, worked in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and Kingfisher Tavern respectively, a married woman of a minor nobleman, a tailor, a charming procuress, and even a Followers of the Eternal Fire.

His tastes are also varied, human beings, elf hybrids, flowery girls, and mature women.

Roy looked at the bard for a long time, and saw that the latter felt uncomfortable, "The beauty is not shallow!" He is more feminine than the humanoid self-propelled pile driver Geralt, and he suspects that Dandelion is the destined protagonist of this world .

The young witcher asked himself, then shook his head, not everyone has the ability to meet and love each other, and at the same time deal with a bunch of women's gossip.

"There are no plowed fields, only exhausted cows. Take care of yourself, Master Dandelion." Oakes patted the poet's shoulder earnestly. The master takes care, there are always men with strong needs and outstanding abilities who enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by 'flowers and butterflies', and I happen to be one of them."

"Dare to show off your ability in front of the demon hunter, you are very confident..."

"No, no, I am probably a little inferior compared to the masters. After all, I have not passed the grass test, and that organ is still in the category of normal people." He said modestly, and then asked cheekily, "Our plan is to set Right? When will the action start? In addition, several masters are invited to donate generously to impress the beauties, but it will cost a lot of money to prepare..."

The three demon hunters opened their mouths wide, inexplicably feeling as if they had been tricked.

Priscilla covered her mouth with a chuckle.

"I'm still curious, what did the masters talk to Mr. Butler just now?" Dandelion couldn't think of what a high-ranking gangster had to talk about with a witcher.

"Pogut wanted to entrust us, but we declined."

……

Everyone left the vanilla inn.

two hours later.

The bard wearing a feather hat was in the middle, strode arrogantly, and winked at a young girl with braids hanging down to her hips on the street, who immediately ran away with her blushing pretty face covered.

Three demon hunter bodyguards stood on both sides of him.

Then there was a young witcher with calm, thoughtful eyes.

A beautiful lady with blond hair and blue eyes followed behind, watching the backs of the three witchers intently. She was holding a pen and a roll of paper in her hands, and she kept writing while walking slowly.

"The Snake of the Hunt"

hair like the wings of a raven, like the moonlight of the night