The Divine Hunter

Leto looked faintly tired, and some tiny scratches on his muscular body were clearly visible.

"Sim is dead." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to the dwarf, revealing a mass of gray powder in his thick palm, which was still emitting a faint smell of fishy heat.

Roy on the side sniffed the familiar smell, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, showing an unexpected expression.

"Master Letho, thank you so much!" The dwarf held a handful of Simm's wreckage and clenched it into his fist as if to vent, his eyes were red, and this time he completely let go of his dangling heart.

The witcher in front of him was beyond imagination. He couldn't help but feel chills on his back when he thought about the fierce battle just now.

But there is no doubt that the terrifying devil that haunted him for months is finally dead.

Freed!

He threw the ashes into the air happily, and in front of Leto, he couldn't wait to take out a money ticket from his pocket, and presented it to him gratefully. "This is the promised reward, which can be cashed in any Vivaldi, Giancardi, or Zion Vanilli bank."

Leto glanced at the numbers on it and put them away. He knew that these dwarf banks had branches in almost all big cities.

"Master Witcher, Roy, the dwarves have been secretly supporting the Revolutionary Army, and speaking of it, it is also to balance the power of Edsberg. Both civilians and businessmen can get the greatest benefit from it. If this secret is leaked, all Everyone knows that the revolutionary leader Vernon Ryan died in the dwarves' wine cellar, then the Mahakam dwarves will automatically be labeled as a baron. The balance will be broken, so please keep it a secret for me."

"Of course," Leto said solemnly, "I will not tarnish the honor of the Viper Academy."

"I promise too."

At this moment, the dwarf bowed solemnly to the two of them.

"The kindness of the two of you, I will keep it in my heart. From now on, I will be my guest of Seville. You are welcome to come as a guest at any time! Not to mention other things, please allow me to entertain you again before the time, and have lunch in the mansion. "

"Mr. Sevier is serious, this is just a fair commission, you also pay the money, and the money and goods are clear." Leto did not accept the dwarf's flattery, "But of course there is no problem with having another meal."

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Back in the hall, while Seville left, Roy scrutinized the witcher with a novel look, as if he had reacquainted with the bald man, until the poker face of the other party that had been unchanged for thousands of years was also seen. Slightly sullen, he asked in a low voice, "Is there really a devil in the wine cellar?"

Leto returned a surprised look, "What do you think?"

"Sim's ashes are actually pterodactyl feces. I've smelled that smell for several nights and I can't get it wrong."

Roy was 90% sure that the so-called Shim wreckage that Letho handed over to the dwarves was the same thing as the pterodactyl dung that Letho used to drive away wild beasts in the wilderness a few days ago.

"He wants to get rid of the devil in exchange for peace of mind. Isn't it fair that I create a devil for him?"

"If he can't find the devil, he will never feel at ease." Leto paused. "When you are older, you will naturally understand that the negative emotions in people's hearts are sometimes more terrifying than monsters."

"At least, now that we have successfully completed the commission, Sevier Hogg should be able to sleep peacefully from now on."

Leto looked at the brightly lit ceiling with an inexplicable sigh in his tone.

Get rid of this trumped-up Sim, can he really sleep peacefully? Roy was quite suspicious. However, as a master witcher who has come from the past, he has more experience and can judge more accurately.

"I still have a question, how did you come up with that reflection of Shim, even I was almost fooled."

When the big man heard his question, he quietly stretched out his hands, his calloused fingers entangled together and dancing in the candlelight,

Flexible like a cheerful butterfly.

"Lesso, when you don't become a witcher in the future, you can try it out and use your acting skills to go to the theater and eat."

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In the magnificent banquet hall, three people are dining.

Seville got rid of his confidants, and became a rare chatterer, and kept talking about some Mahakam's experiences and interesting things with high spirits.

Mahakam, the hometown of the dwarves, adhered to the principle of neutrality and self-preservation no matter what stage of the Northern War, so it could always stand.

Neither Aedirn in the east of the mountains, Temeria in the west, nor Nilfgaard in the later northern expedition could get any benefit from them. In addition to being rich in wine, Mahakan is rich in minerals. More than half of the mines, foundries and forgings in the north are located in Mahakan. There are many skilled craftsmen, producing the highest quality steel and weapons in the north.

And countries that try to encroach on the autonomy of the Mahakam dwarves will be retaliated by them, and they will no longer be able to get any weapons and equipment from Mahakam.

Where is the mine, it is a golden mountain!

It is also fortunate that the reproductive ability of dwarves is far less than that of humans, and it takes a full fifty-five years to reach adulthood. If they want to spread aggression, they do not have the population base, so they temporarily live in Mahakan with satisfaction.

In this era, dwarves lived the most nourishing life among all non-human races. However, there are also dwarves who leave their hometowns, or join the squirrel party that is still hidden underground, make a living by killing people, or go to human cities to engage in banking trade and foundry. Although they are despised by their compatriots, they may live a good life because of their talents.

Speaking of this, Seville couldn't hide pride and a hint of envy in his tone.

In the final analysis, his power as an agent for drinks is far less than that of an agent for weapons and minerals.

The dwarf talked together for a long time, and occasionally asked curiously about the witcher's life experience, and then gave a compliment slightly to please.

As for why Roy knew about the secret news of the Squirrel Party, he just vaguely mentioned it, and after he found that the witcher was not surprised, he let it go.

The host and guests enjoyed a meal.

"Point your weapon at the enemy, treat your friends with fine wine, and have a drink with me!"

After drinking and eating, the dwarf walked closer and pretended to hesitate for a moment, "Actually, I have an unkind request."

"Wouldn't it be that we will help you deal with that corpse?" Roy casually mentioned as a joke, but Sevier's eyes lit up and followed his words, "As expected of Master Leto's assistant, I'm in the right place. That's what it means."

Help him transport the body of the leader of the revolutionary army?

Roy didn't even think about shaking his head desperately, slandering that he couldn't do the work of tying his head to the belt of his pants even after eating the dwarf's meal.

"I heard that the Revolutionary Army is preparing a parade this afternoon to force the Baron to release this guy from your wine barrel."

Doing this now is tantamount to risking death.

Not discouraged, the dwarf turned his gaze to Letho.

The witcher pondered for only a second and spread out his hands, "I'm sorry, this is not a commission that witchers are good at, and I really can't make this kind of money. Let someone else handle the corpse. Not to mention the means of Lord Sevier. Network, it shouldn't be difficult to transport a corpse out of the city, so we won't get involved."

The dwarf stroked his beard with a bitter expression on his face, "Although the baron's army has searched the mansion once, it is not guaranteed that they will come again. To be honest, I have been designated as a key monitoring target by the baron. As long as I leave the mansion, my every move will be difficult to escape. His eyeliner. Besides, I don't want the fourth person to know this secret. I can't trust them, I can only ask the two of you for this matter."

Roy suggested, "It's really not good, you can find a place to burn the body on the spot."

The dwarf shook his head in a panic,

"I killed Aken due to my unintentional mistakes. If I desecrate the body of this close friend like this, I'm afraid I will not feel at ease in the future! I want to make up for it. It is best to return Aken's body to the revolutionary army! I'm involved."

"This is impossible!"

This time, Leto categorically refused and brought back the body of the boss. Is this a demonstration or an insult? Even if you ignore the dangers in the transportation process and the disappearance of the revolutionary army, how to get out of the hands of the revolutionary army is still a problem.

The bearded dwarf lowered his head and lowered his attitude.

The expectant look in Roy's eyes also made Roy get goosebumps, and then his eyes rolled, and a plan came to his heart.

"Let me think about it, how big is the wine barrel that holds the corpse?"

Seville gave a figure without hesitation. He had been in contact with the wine barrels in the wine cellar for decades, and he was already familiar with its size.

"What, do you have an idea?"

The dwarf was very puzzled, even Master Leto was helpless, how could this bland teenager be able to do anything?

Roy pondered for a moment, and relying on the mathematical knowledge of his previous life, he quickly calculated the volume of the wine barrel, and the storage space could barely hold it.

But he wasn't sure whether it was appropriate to intervene, so he glanced at the bald man again, who shook his head gently at him.

"Sorry, Your Excellency Sevier, there is nothing I can do."

The dwarf couldn't hide his disappointment, "I will no longer force the two of you, but if you change your mind, you are welcome to come again at any time. If you help me solve this trouble in my heart, I will treat the two as brothers."

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