God-level Demon Hunter

Bonnet bared his teeth like a ghoul,

"interesting!"

"interesting!"

He got up suddenly, held the sword in his chest and spun around on the spot, dancing briskly, his thin and tall figure was like a weak and diseased dead tree.

Mysterious white foam was still oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Enough money! I'll join you!"

"Haha, a group of witchers, let's dance together! I can't wait!"

"Play me some music!"

……

Sciroo wiped off his cold sweat, and personally accompanied the nervous Leo Bonnat out of the tavern.

That pair of lifeless dead fish eyes brought him enormous pressure.

This guy is definitely an unstable factor, a difficult problem, certainly for the witcher.

Best of all, he's really a witcher killer!

……

Sciroo left not long ago.

Two more people pushed open the door of the empty tavern.

A pretty striking combination.

The leader is a man with blond hair and brown eyes, mature and handsome, dressed in dark golden knight plate armor, and carrying a huge fencing sword.

And the guy who looked like a follower behind him had black hair fluttering behind his head, blue eyes full of vitality, handsome facial features with a short beard, and a firm expression. He was wearing a brown-green cloak, and he was wearing a fine-fitting jacket and breeches.

Both of them are tall and straight, with extraordinary bearing.

"Grimm, are you sure you can find her in Novigrad?" The black-haired man opened a chair in the corner and sat down, looking at the blond knight in front of him with mixed eyes, showing both fear and admiration .

"boom!"

The fencing sword was placed on the corner of the table, dust was everywhere, the ground shook, and the wooden table was barely crushed.

And his master sat on the bench with his back straight, greeted the proprietress of the tavern, ordered a glass of beer, took a sip,

"I swear on the honor of the knight, Novigrad is the most likely place to find her. Now, Queen Calanthe and Her Majesty Easter are not here, and Skelly is too far away to cross the ocean. The only princess All she can rely on is Geralt, the witcher bound to her by the Law of Accident."

"Didn't you hear along the way, there is a dance hall in Novigrad that always performs plays related to the witcher, which is against common sense. There is no doubt that there must be news about Geralt in the dance hall."

After taking a sip of the wine in the mug, Grimm stared at the dark-haired knight's face with eyes full of enthusiasm and golden light, "Remember your promise at the beginning. After seeing her, you must solemnly apologize to her and admit your mistakes. You will do your best to undo the damage done to her and allow her to return to a normal life."

"Of course, I, the son of Cherak, Cassir Mova Difflin Aip Cherak, swear on the honor of the family!" The black-haired man put his right hand on his chest and said solemnly, "I will exhaust myself I will devote my whole life to find Ciri...to pay for my sins, save and protect her!"

"If I break this oath, the light of the sun will always turn away from me, and I will be tortured to death in the shadow of the sun!" Blue eyes, looking at the blond man in front of me, flashed a trace of gratitude, and sighed .

That night, after Little Princess Ciri snatched her own horse and escaped for the second time.

The Toussaint champion knight who came out of the grass suddenly knocked himself unconscious with his extraordinary skill.

Cassirer thought he would take his own life, but not only did he show mercy, but he took himself by his side, admonishing and teaching, like retraining an apprentice knight.

It was a difficult, painful and strange time.

Cassirer tried many times to escape from Grimm's hands and this oppressive situation, but the result was self-evident, and he was caught back again and again.

He felt the aggrieved feeling Ciri used to feel.

At the same time, he also confirmed his special affection for the little princess.

Cassirer himself didn't know why—for several months, he and Grimm had crossed the Yaruga from the Rivendell Valley and traveled north to Tretog.He gradually accepted this prisoner of Grimm, and he actually began to feel that the champion knight's words containing chivalry were very reasonable and thought-provoking.

Rushing through his brain over and over again.

The relationship between the two has also changed from captive and master to half friends.

He should have returned to Nilfgaard and knelt before Emperor Emhyr var Enress to repent that he had failed to bring Ciri back for His Majesty.

But he didn't. He failed to live up to the expectations of his father, Kirak Difflin Aip Grufid, the head of the royal court of Nilfgaard, and went to Nor City like absconding in fear of crime.

But all he wanted now was to find the silver-haired girl.

Goodbye to her!

Chapter 35 The Trouble of Chapelle

Temple Isle is just north of Novigrad.

Inside the Great Hall of Eternal Fire, bright as day and warm as spring.

Archbishop Cyrus Engelkander Heimfa was sitting on a chair inlaid with an orange flame emblem above the stone staircase directly in front of the hall, his face covered with age spots looked kindly at the eighth place below the stone staircase. people--

Sheriffs in black, fur caps, and Pelamian whips, and seven temple guards of the eternal fire.

The vicissitudes of the archbishop's voice is full of admiration,

"In the past two years, the law and order in Novigrad has been greatly improved under your management. The small crimes of cheating and stealing have been reduced by half. The once rampant human trafficking has also disappeared... The whole city has become safer and more Prosperity, the church is becoming more and more recognized and loved by the citizens, and the number of believers in the entire Nuocheng has increased by a full 20.00% compared to two years ago. And this in disguise has promoted the efficiency of my publicity of the eternal fire."

He looked at the sheriff appreciatively, "You have done a great service to the Church."

"My lord Cyrus, all of this is due to you. Under your wise guidance, I can follow the path of light, eradicate the darkness in the world, and let the holy flame shine on the earth." Chapelle bowed , said modestly, on the cheeks with mottled red spots, the eyes reflecting the color of metal lost the coldness and indifference of the past, looking at the archbishop, full of admiration, like a child adoring his brother.

The old man nodded.

"You have served me for ten years. Most of my former sheriffs would be eroded by darkness, bewildered by prosperity, obsessed with profit, and turned their backs on the eternal fire. But you are really rare..."

A ray of complex colors shot out of his cloudy eyes, with a trace of reluctance, his tone paused,

"Chapelle, pray again."

"Obey, my lord!" The shapeshifter Chapelle raised his head, a holy light glowed on his cold face, he looked at the huge portrait of the Eternal Flame on the dark gold wall behind the temple, and chanted prayers impassionedly word,

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the night when he was tortured to death by the tumbling memories in his mind, and was redeemed by the eternal fire.

"The flame protects the world. He who stands within the ray is invulnerable to evil.

The flame washes away the filth.Like a wound burned to the point of thick sores, the soul of an evil sin must be purified by the flame.

No one can control the flame.Anyone who stands in the way of the fire is playing with fire and setting himself on fire.

If you dare to move a finger in front of the flame, the flame will burn it to ashes.

The flame ignites the darkness, and the evil hidden in the shadows will appear under the light of the flame, and those who hide their evil deeds in the darkness will be burned in front of the flame.

Brothers and sisters, let us pray together.The flame protects the world, and burns the dirt!

The flame protects the world and warms the journey!

The flame purifies the evil and makes the evil disappear! "

The seven eternal flame guards echoed loudly, and the sound echoed endlessly in the entire hall of the temple, which was soul-stirring.

The burning brazier on the high platform was mysteriously inspired, sparks jumped and detonated.

"Chapelle, you are good at everything, but there is one thing that is disappointing." The archbishop nodded in satisfaction, his face suddenly became serious, his palms were clasped in front of his chest, his chin was propped up, and his eyes were fixed on the magistrate. There was a stern look in his eyes, "Why have there been more and more non-human races in Novigrad in the past two years, dwarves, elves, elf hybrids, mutants, and herbal doctors who use magic tricks, dreamers..."

"They almost occupy the entire southeast city, and you can see one of them if you walk five steps on the street. Their number and proportion have broken the inherent balance of Nuocheng! Tell me, why?"

There was a sudden unbearable silence in the hall.

Chapelle said calmly without changing his expression.

"My lord bishop, the non-human race has been living honestly under the supervision of the eternal flame, has never hurt anyone, and is more law-abiding than the gangsters in the city, so I don't think it is necessary to suppress them. Arouse their resistance and rebellion Psychologically, it can only backfire."

"And shouldn't the eternal flame illuminate the world, guide all beings, and treat them as equals?"

"Confused! Chapelle!" The old man slapped the armrest abruptly with his left hand, and reprimanded in a hoarse voice, "Non-human race, non-human race, they are not at the same heart as humans at all, dwarves have always worshiped Ma The holy mountain of Hakan, and the elves secretly always want to restore their long-destroyed country, and those who play magic and witchcraft also like to play with people's hearts."

"The mutants, not to mention, are a group of cold-blooded butchers who put their interests first, wandering around and linking all evils together!

The witcher is the king of all evil!

Their crimes have long been engraved into their genes and blood, and they will never sincerely believe in the eternal fire!The current law-abiding is a disguise. When there are enough of the same kind, they will show their true colors, break the rules, promote their heresies, and extinguish our eternal fire. "

"Turn the entire Nuocheng into their world, and turn their rules into human rules!"

The sheriff clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and blushed sickly.

"Chapelle, the Eternal Flame enlightened me in time... You befriended a demon hunter, and one of the Big Three, a collector who plays magic, is a brother and brother, and you have already embarked on the path of abandoning the shadow of the flame."

"What you have done in Nuocheng has caused acne to grow under the skin of this glamorous city, but fortunately, the internal organs have not been injured until the end of life."

"It's not too late to repent now... I can let you continue to retain the power in your hand, but you have to make up for the mistakes you have made for the church in the past!"

The archbishop stood up while leaning on the handrail, and ordered the sheriff at the bottom of the steps,

"Rectify the territory of collectors and butchers, impose heavy taxes on herbalists, dreamers, half-blood elves, and dwarves - race tax, magic tax, reduce the number of non-human races in the city, and restore the balance of the situation! Of course, this move should not be rushed For a while, take it slowly, I will give you half a year."

"Ahem!" The old man took a deep breath, the age spots on his face were red with blood, he hammered his chest, "but there is no room for sloppy and delay in another task! You must immediately punish those mutants severely and lead the eternal The temple guards of the Flame of the Fire eradicate their base in the outskirts of Novigrad! Cut off their evil deeds!"

"Novigrad must not be a shame to mankind!"

"Also, warn the minstrels of the Nuocheng song and dance hall, tell them to shut up, and stop singing the praises of the witcher!"

"If you can do this well!" The old man turned his gaze to him, with deep expectation and encouragement, "then you will continue to serve as the sheriff of the Eternal Flame!"

……

"Master Cyrus... your attitude in the past was far less extreme than it is today. Didn't you always say that the peaceful coexistence of non-human races and humans made this city like the sea accept all rivers and streams and prosper."

A puzzled smile appeared on the corner of Chapelle's mouth, and his thin cheeks looked complicated.

"That was in the past. The numbers of elves, dwarves, and halflings in the city were under control and did not pose a threat, but the situation has changed now."

"Listen, I'm not asking you to drive them away right away! Let's focus on the mutants now!"

Cyrus raised his head, his white eyes flickered with light, and he thought of the conversation with Vigfortz again, or a deal.

As long as I let the demon hunters in Nuocheng have no place to stand, then this powerful figure in the Northern Magic Association, the most popular mage in the eyes of the kings, will assist him to further spread the glory of the eternal flame.

This time it's not just the North.

Vigfortez and Nilfgaard also became friends.

He is willing to pass the word on his behalf, and let the Eternal Flame go to the southern territory to preach and compete with the Sun Cult!

Spreading the radiance of the Eternal Fire is more important than anything else!

Cyrus was old, and the only thing he wished for was to see the flames shining all over the world before he died.

The magistrate moved his lips, muttered a few words in an indistinct voice, shook his head and sighed, with an expression of despair.

"I'm sorry, my lord bishop... I can't do what you ask."

"I'm too old and my ears are out of order?" The old man's eyes widened with disbelief.

How dare a subordinate who has been loyal to him for ten years dare to question and refute himself?

"Master Cyrus," Chapelle looked up at the old man whom he admired in the past, "What you are doing is tantamount to pushing the eternal fire to a dead end, and will this destroy the great foundation that has flourished in the past two years? !"

"Furthermore, neither the non-human races in the city nor the master demon hunters outside the city violated the law, and even assisted the church in handling the law and order issue perfectly! They have made merit rather than fault, and should not be blamed or slandered for nothing !"

"I know that you may have been deceived by someone with a heart, so you have a wrong perception. I will take you outside the city to confirm it with your own eyes. How about it?!"

He bowed his knees and looked at the old man pleadingly.

He understood that he could temporarily succumb to the archbishop and inform the witcher, but he escaped his life.

But it was of no avail, the witchers would never leave.

And the day he turned into a magistrate, he made up his mind that he would never hide like a lost dog again!

The eternal flame is his final destination!

"Shut up, you still call them masters? Have you been brainwashed by the witcher?"

"Master Cyrus, I'm just stating the facts."

"You are hopeless!" The old man closed his eyes, his facial features were distorted, his expression was painful, and he turned his eyes to the guards of the temple, "Take off his black robe of eternal fire, take off his Lamia whip, and take his holy Silverware... I declare, Chapelle, that from now on, you will no longer be the Sheriff of the Eternal Flame!"

"You are not qualified to continue to believe in the Eternal Flame! No," the old man held his chest and breathed heavily, his heart aching even more, "There is no place for you in Novigrad, and I limit you to leave the city within today! Never come back!"

Gazing at the inextinguishable flame, Chapelle spread out his hands without any resistance, and let his former subordinate unarm him!

Is the ignorant archbishop worthy of his trust and follow?