The Divine Hunter

"I know you have a lot of tricks and you want to help Sevier Hogg deal with this difficult problem." After leaving the dwarf mansion, Leto persuaded Roy again, "But listen to me this time, don't get involved, hunter The devil should remain neutral and not interfere in any political struggle."

"It's the principle, it's the way to do things and survive."

Roy listened to the serious and serious lecture of the big man, and suddenly felt a little funny.

You must know that in the future, Leto and the Oaks brothers personally broke this principle, assassinated the monarch of the northern kingdom, completed the most difficult political struggle, and performed what is called a negative teaching material.

Even though the bald man in front of him still kept his principles, Roy didn't think it was a good thing.

Perhaps this principle of neutrality is one of the reasons why the witcher school inevitably declines. With troubled times approaching, who can stay out of it?

If he passes the green grass trial, Roy thought, he will try to make the school make some changes, which can be regarded as "advance with the times".

...

The afternoon sun brought the last touch of struggle in late autumn.

On the way from the wealthy area to the Walls Tavern, they happened to pass by Rabie Da Prophet's Square, and a mournful howl stopped them.

According to the announcements distributed by the cloaks last night, those so-called people with lofty ideals should have gathered in the square for a parade, but Roy, who was passing by, did not see the scene of the crowd of people in his imagination, but a mess, just like his previous life. After the tourist attractions were swarmed by the crowds, there was a lot of rubbish on the ground.

and a wailing woman.

A middle-aged woman in a messy dress with stray hair stares blankly at the sky, her eyes are out of focus, her well-maintained face is flushed after crying, and her makeup is blurred by tears, making her look both funny Poor again.

At this moment, the lady fell on the ground like a madman, patted the shoulder of a man leaning on her thigh with both hands, and hummed incessantly and murmured.

A few passing residents pointed and pointed, both pity and schadenfreude in their words.

"The soldier is really good at it, the black shield, just hit that guy's head like this, the bones will be broken."

"Participate in the parade and confront the baron in an upright manner. Isn't this asking for his own death? Others are running so fast, but that guy refuses to escape!"

"I didn't see that such an honest guy had the courage to join the rebel army..."

"Don't be rude, he was good to everyone when he was alive. Besides, will our taxes come down without the rebels? When everyone is dead, show me some respect!"

"Poor woman, lost her husband and no children, how can she live?"

Roy's eyes rolled around the motionless man's face, and he didn't dare to look at the woman's desperate and blank eyes.

"It's a pity...became a cannon fodder for the revolutionary army and left a widow, I don't know who will be cheaper in the future!"

There were no emotional fluctuations on Lesso's face, "Put away your sympathy, there aren't enough corpses outside the city? Political matters have nothing to do with you and me, let's go, I have some things to explain back to the tavern."

As the two left the square, a man with a wheelbarrow arrived belatedly and carried the body away with the woman's wailing.

Back in the tavern room, Leto pulled out a purse and placed it on the table.

"This commission won't work without your help. According to the witcher's principle, you will have a share of the reward, 50 crowns no more or no less."

"Want to split again?" Roy was shocked by this sudden surprise. In the whole commission, Leto was the absolute protagonist, and he was at most a passer-by.

"Forget it, you can keep it, we don't need to be so clear about it." Since following Leto on the road, the witcher is responsible for all expenses. He has not paid a single crown.

The rewards collected from the peasant army were added to the tavern after two days of playing Gwent cards and won about 30 crowns. There were a total of 120 crowns in the small vault and there was no shortage of money for the time being.

"I said it's a matter of principle. The spoils must be distributed fairly." Leto stared at him without blinking, "Also, I now officially inform you that starting tomorrow, you will pay for all your food and lodging out of your own pocket. I don't I'll pay you another penny."

"Are you joking?" Roy's face froze... No wonder the witcher shared the money so easily before, so he was thinking of this. He doesn't understand why?

"Take me to Edsberg and leave it alone? What does that mean?"

"We will prepare herbal medicines and other necessities for you, which will cost a lot of money. At present, there are still several rare medicinal materials and monster mutant organizations that have not been found." Lesuo did not get angry in the face of questioning, and explained patiently, "You did not Feel? Your training now is different from the centuries-old tradition of the Viper School."

The big man's thick palm gestured awkwardly in mid-air, "If you continue to maintain the tradition, of course, you will be able to provide food and clothing. You will have to be locked up in Gusveld's closed and brutal training for several years. No fun at all. I agree with Oaks and Serrit that being in this state for a long time will weaken the trainee's will to survive. No one has survived the trial for more than 20 years, and that has nothing to do with it."

"Before the Viper School completely perishes, it's time to make a change... In the past, witchers had to pass the trial and leave the academy before accepting entrustment to support themselves. Now this has become one of the contents of the trial. Support yourself through your hands and understand that life is hard-won, so you can enjoy and cherish it.”

"Only with a deep enough bond with the real world can we resist death in the trial of green grass." Leto made a concluding statement.

Roy was silent for a while. The other party's statement was obviously heresy, but he felt that it seemed to make sense. The two methods of training apprentices were like stocking and captivity, but he still had objections in his heart.

"When time is spent on work, where is the spare time for training?"

"Didn't you do well along the way?" Leto patted him on the shoulder, "Little brat, I believe you can find a balance, don't forget that the knowledge you have learned is enough for you to survive."

"Is this a challenge?"

"If you want, you can take it as a challenge, or a trial."

Roy compromised, and after the initial anger, there was a hint of excitement in his heart. With his personal ability, can he survive in such a big city as Edsberg?

"Are you going to leave me?" Roy pressed, and he felt a strange taste in the other party's tone.

Leto said, "Don't worry, just leave for a while, I have to find the ingredients of a pro-drug, the location is more dangerous, and it is more efficient to act alone. So you have to seize this rare opportunity, when I come back, you Only through the trial of green grass will there be time to be alone."

Roy smiled bitterly, saying that his strength was too weak, and he was left behind after being delayed.

"What do you mean by prodrug?"

"A less toxic adaptive potion before the herbal medicine is officially taken. It is a necessity and can slowly build up the body's resistance to the poison. Think about it, you can't take a highly toxic herbal medicine in the first place. Otherwise, no apprentice will survive."

Now Roy can almost understand the witcher's decision,

"Exactly how long? I didn't learn new things during this time?"

"One or two months at most, you wait..." Lesso took out a black notebook made of unknown animal hides from his saddle bag, "You already know a lot about herbs, it's time to start The refining of potions. There are more than a dozen potion formulas in this book, and the characteristics of some common monsters are also recorded, which is enough for you to study for a while."

"Ordinary people use potions, and witchers use potions and decoctions that have been blended with magic. This is also a good foundation for learning alchemy in the future."

"Little devil, that's all I have to say, I have to hurry up..." Leto patted him on the shoulder, "You are a self-disciplined person, don't let me down."

"Wait, do you still have the Dragon Dream that you used to deal with the water ghost last time?" The bodyguard left, and Roy had to find some way to protect himself. "You're not around, I need something to protect myself."

Leto thought for a moment and handed Roy another green glass jar.

"You don't know how to use the Igni Seal, and you can't use it with the Dragon's Dream. The Dancing Star is more suitable for you. Once this thing is broken, it will immediately spark a flame with a radius of ten delays... Even under water It can burn for a long time." Lesso warned, "Be careful when using it. Also, this is the last can of stock, and the cost of materials alone will cost hundreds of kronor. If it is not a last resort, it is better to keep it as a killer. ."

"I know. By the way, how will I know you're back?"

"As long as you are still in the city, I can find you."

The dashing figure of the witcher disappeared from sight, and Roy put the Dancing Star into the storage space, finally feeling a little more confident in his heart.

...

However, when he opened the black leather, old notebook, the dense tadpole-like words made his head two big.

He realized a fatal problem. The common language words he knew did not add up to more than 100, including the names of Old Moore, Susie, and dozens of herbs that Nareso taught him. How should he teach himself?