God-level Demon Hunter

The witcher had told her that she would be seriously injured in the future battle on Mount Sodden, and if what he said was true, then her life would probably not be in danger when she went to Cintra this time.

Triss could only comfort herself with this lame and ridiculous reason.

I don't know, how is that guy doing now?

……

The dimly lit hall beneath the Temple Island.

Roy was watching quietly.

In the light from the brazier.

A gargoyle covered with moss, with a belly as big as a bucket, and a pair of petite wings that are extremely disproportionate to its size, is circling around a dry fountain pool. It is very awkward and heavy to go up, and the ground trembles with every step.

But it suddenly flapped its small wings, and disappeared into the air at an unimaginable speed. With a flash, it appeared near a wooden dummy ten meters away.

"Du Ang!"

The long stone claws swung horizontally and tore the dummy in half.

It hunched over, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed a dark green sour liquid towards the remaining half of the dummy.

"Puff...Puff"

The wood made a creepy sound, was corroded into green smoke, and turned into a pile of garbage in the blink of an eye.

"Snapped!"

Crisp applause!

The gargoyle received a certain order, and walked to the corner of the hall with a thumping stomach. In front of a beautiful woman in a black lace dress and flaming red lips, she squatted down like a pet and let her stroke her.

"Snapped!"

The woman clapped her hands again.

The green light in the gargoyle's swollen eyes was extinguished, and it lost all spirit, squatting on the ground and turning into a lifeless statue.

"Okay, coral, I didn't expect you to be an expert in golems!" Roy walked to the sorceress and hugged her slender waist naturally. That one is stronger."

"The gargoyle at the bottom of the lake has existed for hundreds of years, its heart has been severely worn out, and its strength has been greatly reduced." A smile appeared on the woman's red lips, "And this end was almost created by me from head to toe, almost like a new one. Light materials It cost two thousand crowns."

“Definitely great value for money.”

"Within 100 years, the Gargoyle will be self-sufficient without any additional costs. It will become the most loyal bodyguard with the highest cost performance!"

Roy stepped forward cautiously, and tried to touch the gargoyle's cold and hard shell a few times, but the latter did not respond.

"Hehe... what are you afraid of? I have put all the members of Gawain House on the safety list, and it doesn't matter when you come in or out."

"But you have to remind those ADHD patients, don't think about it, the gargoyle is not a training tool for those little ghosts to play with."

The two discussed the mutant conversion solution that was still under study. Afterwards, the sorceress returned to the laboratory to continue her research, and Roy hurried back to Gawain's House.

……

Eskar was looking at the uninvited guest. He had the iconic vertical pupils of a demon hunter, indigo, but was dressed in tatters like a beggar and a tramp. His whole body exuded an unpleasant smell of sweat and rancidity.

Around his neck is a gleaming griffin pendant.

He looked along the windows outside the classrooms and workshops, with obvious shock and confusion on his face. The smell was blown into the room by the wind, and the children couldn't help frowning and noses.

"Is this really the most chivalrous Griffin witcher?"

No matter how you look at it, how obscene.

He turned around and glanced at the old man Cohen. After more than two months away, he has changed from a handsome young man to a ragged and dusty tramp, but he is full of energy, white, yellow and green intertwined. The pupils are frighteningly bright.

"If Iggesena, the future star of the dance hall, knew that her boyfriend had fallen so far, wouldn't she fight that guy desperately?"

"Hey, buddy, you succeeded!" A cheery shout came, and Roy waved his hands and poured into the courtyard, his eyes glanced at Geron Molu, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, two Griffin factions, Escal, followed him and sat under the stake.

The twelve apprentices were probably taken out to practice in the wild by the vultures. During the trip to Toussaint, they had killed water ghosts and soaked in cesspit, so they had a lot of courage.

"Cohen, tell me, where have you been for the past two months?" Roy asked, looking at Cohen's dusty and dirty face.

"I took Geron to worship from Toussaint to Kyle Siren, and then returned to Novigrad."

"The distance is not close." Escal raised his eyebrows.

"Except for five hours of meditation every day, I was on the road." Cohen said with relief, "This journey was not in vain."

He glanced at the Griffin faction beside him, and their eyes met, they were two friends who cherished each other.

"We all want to understand some problems, so we no longer get entangled, depraved, and give up on ourselves."

Geron nodded silently.

This time, there was no despair and emptiness in his eyes, but a little more anger, and occasionally a flash of firmness.

His body is no longer shockingly skinny, and he looks healthier than two months ago.

Roy nodded.

"Has the number of children in the school increased again?" Cohen asked with his fingers clasped.

"Well, thirty new children came here not long ago, and now there are fifty children in total."

"These students are male and female," Geron Molu asked. "Are you all going to be trained as new witchers?"

"To be precise, there are only twelve apprentices currently learning the way of the demon hunter." Roy and Escal exchanged a look, with a look of pride on their faces, "But I promise there will be more and more in the future. "

"I didn't expect that there is still an organization developing demon hunters so vigorously today." Geron Molu shook his head slightly in admiration, "You are indeed creating a miracle."

"So what are you two thinking about?" Roy glanced at the two Griffins calmly,

"I am willing to join the Brotherhood, and Cohen is no exception." Geron wrapped his right fist in his left palm, squeezed it hard, looked at Roy and Escal sincerely, and said in a hoarse voice, "But I I hope everyone can help us find His Excellency Elan first."

"No matter the result. And I heard from Cohen before that you seem to have some clues about the whereabouts of Teacher Elan."

"That requires the use of "Book of Shadows", and Brother Jielong has to cooperate throughout the process."

"Shall we start now?"

"I suggest that you two take a rest for a day and change your clothes." Roy glanced at the tattered attires of the two, and shook his head, "Don't let Ignacena see you like this, or I'm afraid she will go crazy!"

Cohen's expression changed instantly.

Chapter 18 Target: Mount Amer

In a small two-story building in the civilian area of ​​Nuocheng, Jaylon Molu lay in a simple but tidy room, looking sideways at the dim starry sky outside the window.

A haircut and shave, and five buckets of hot water to wash away all the dirt and slovenliness from his body.

His appearance has barely evolved from a beggar to an ordinary person, but his thin face and beast eyes reveal vicissitudes that ordinary people cannot match.

This was the first time in a long time that Geron put on new, clean and soft clothes, and the bed under him was no longer the cool grass and the lice-eaten tapestry.

In the past few decades, he has complained about the unfairness of fate countless times in the dead of night.

He abides by the Griffin creed and chivalry, and since he left Kyle Siren at the age of 15, he has traveled around the world alone with his sword on his back. Eliminate evil monsters.

He asked himself, never did anything wrong.

But it happened to be him, who was hit hard one after another, tortured, his home was destroyed, all his relatives and friends were lost, and he was alone.

Do kind people deserve these bad luck?

He began to doubt whether the righteous deeds he had done in his youth, the griffin spirit he persisted in, and the good or evil in this world had any meaning.

This doubt, which contradicted the deep-rooted beliefs he had acquired since childhood, still tormented him today.

But during the time Cohen was with him, he figured something out—he had to ask Mr. Elan for an answer.

"Don't look for—"

"I'm sorry, Teacher," Jeron sighed, and muddy tears rolled down his thin and dry cheeks. "Sometimes the answer is more important than life."

……

The early morning mist shrouded the buildings, and the sky was as dark as ink just now, but now it revealed white light.

On the quiet street of Nordic City, five demon hunters walked side by side, heading for the southwest corner of the business district, which belonged to collector Gawain Samsa.

"Brother Coen, didn't Iggsena fix you up last night?" Lambert gently rubbed the mountain-shaped hairline with five fingers, as if this massage would make it stop fading. "You stink like a trash can, I swear, if I were her, I would definitely break up with you!"

"Roy greeted me, and it's less than three months before the appointment," Cohen put on a gorgeous fur coat, and his whole body was completely new, with a shoulder bag on the right side swaying with his steps, " And Ignatius is a gentle and good girl, she can understand me."

"Then cherish it," Lei Suo urged, "Don't let down the love of a beauty like Dandelion."

"Where is Master Dan?"

"I hear Priscilla hasn't spoken to him for a week."

Everyone was silent for a while, looking not far away, the rolling roofs of houses pierced into the sky like sawtooth.

"That lady can divination the whereabouts of Teacher Elan?" Geron Molu in gray leather armor nervously confirmed again,

"Half sure." Roy glanced at the one-shoulder backpack next to Cohen, "The Book of Shadows was originally written by Grandmaster Elan himself, and he has carried it with him for hundreds of years, and it is deeply involved."

"Even if it doesn't work, isn't there still you?"

"As the accidental son of Master Elan, Your Excellency has a strong bond with him. Perhaps it is for this reason that he was able to contact you through meditation."

"The "Book of Shadows" plus the law of accident is like a bright lighthouse, helping fortune tellers to drive away the fog and guide the direction."

Jiron's expression settled down slightly.

But Roy had another thought in his mind.

There is a spell called the Empathy Probe that finds people through emotional connections.And Jielong became the disciple of Grandmaster Elan because of the Law of Accident, and there is a deep relationship between them, and this method can also be used as an alternative.

……

Colin Tilly was doing her splits on a blanket on the balcony on the second floor, doing a set of extremely feminine movements.

The thin, slim-fitting sweater showed off her plump and beautiful figure. A thin layer of sweat oozes from her face, and her cheeks are flushed, making her look charming and charming.

Breathing heavily, she bent over to the left, with her ribs sticking to her thighs, her fingertips touching her toes, her amber eyes lowered, just in time to see four men pouring out of the narrow alley in front of the door.

She was surprised at first, then shook her head mockingly.

Today is different from the past, she is no longer an illegal dreamer who needs to hide in Tibet.

……

"Good morning, Ms. Ke Lin, I haven't seen you in half a year, and your beauty is even better than before."

Ms. Bu Mengzhe met the demon hunter in the lobby on the first floor. At this time, she had already changed into a long orange dress with a slit on the chest and floral flowers on the hem and skirt, revealing a large area of ​​wheat-colored delicate skin. The hair hangs over the shoulders.

As bold and cool as the sorceress, but the magical aura on her body is much thinner.

Lambert started blinking wildly at Roy, who turned a blind eye.

"Master Roy, it can be seen that you are much better than before." In a hoarse and pleasant voice, she stretched out her hand and let the witcher kiss her hand.

Then he offered tea thoughtfully, and his eyes gently swept over the faces of several people.

"Is work and life going well recently?" Roy asked, taking a sip of his tea.

"Thanks to you...Your Excellency Gao Wen cared about the face of the masters and took good care of me. No one dares to embarrass me like before."

Ke Lin sat on the chair opposite, crossed his legs, and smiled gratefully at the witcher, "The people living in the business district are rich people, the work is easy, but the income is more generous than before, and the life is not to mention how comfortable it is. !"

"That's good." A smile appeared on the corner of Roy's mouth. It is undoubtedly a happy thing that the life of the people affected by him has become better, not to mention that the other party is such a beauty with special abilities.

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, do you know where to find us?"

Ke Lin couldn't help grinning, stood up and bowed to them, and feasted their eyes - Cohen turned his head avoiding suspicion, Roy, Geron, and Lasso were indifferent, and Lambert's eyes almost popped out .

"You guys must be of use to me when you come to me. Let's just say it..." Ke Lin brushed his hair and said boldly, "I'll serve you once for free."

"Service?" Lambert muttered.

"Then let me make a long story short, we need your help in divination of a person's whereabouts." Roy was also unceremonious, "We have the diary he has carried for decades, as well as his 'accidental son'..."

"Has Ms. Ke Lin heard of the concept of 'accidental child'?" Lambert's eyes lit up, and he volunteered, "Do you need me to explain it to you?"

The woman smiled and shook her head, "The Law of Accidents does not belong exclusively to demon hunters... Hero Zatret Voruta, Crazy Day, etc. are all children of accidents."

"We dream predictors also study fate. I just learned about the law of accidents. There is no doubt that this unbreakable bond is enough to guide the direction of dreams."

Ke Lin took the "Book of Shadows" handed over by Cohen, stroked the hard book cover a few times, and instantly realized that it was absolutely extraordinary.