The Divine Hunter

The moon with a missing leg hangs high in the sky, and in the wide courtyard of Shire Village, the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe and the newly joined two are enjoying a barbecue dinner around the central bonfire.

Aaron sat in the first place and raised his glass frequently towards the two of them.

"Little Brother Roy, Master Letso, and I, Aaron, welcome the two of you on behalf of the entire Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe. In the next few days, until Elland City, we will be brothers and companions!"

After one drink, he took another,

"However, I still have a few unpleasant words to mention to the two of you."

"Since you want to follow the sea scorpion, then you have to do things according to the sea scorpion's rules. It is best to discuss everything with everyone first, otherwise if something unpleasant happens, don't blame us for turning our face and being ruthless!"

"The two of us are used to wandering, and we don't ask much. Everything is arranged by you!"

The witcher took a sip with him with a sullen face.

"Good wine! If I'm not mistaken, this is a 10-year Pomino from Castel Ravello."

"Master Letho is a connoisseur of wine, a refreshing man! In my opinion, folk tales are deeply prejudiced against you witchers!"

Aaron grinned proudly, and the atmosphere began to heat up.

The suckling pig in the center and the roasted game are fragrant and oily, full of aroma.

Aveline sat next to Roy, telling all kinds of interesting things that happened in the years she left the group on the edge of the world.

And Zerican's swordsmanship girl let out a silver bell-like laughter, biting the elf lady's ears from time to time, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the firelight.

Amos, the hooded, hooked-nosed Quint performer sitting across from them, smugly flattered the elf beauty, even if the other party ignored him.

And the ugly, short clown Froze, clinging to the muscular fire eater Corinthian, you and I ate the barbecue and showed love to yourself, and the two big oily mouths were coming together. go. The sweetness in his eyes is almost overflowing.

Obviously, the two big boys and three thick guys are actually in a relationship, two of the same sex?

Everyone in the sea scorpion was not surprised by this, but Roy was slightly surprised. He controlled his expression not to sting the two lovers, and focused his attention on the barbecue dinner in front of him. Between the jumps of Mars, the aroma of pine resin and meat oil filled the faint white smoke.

"Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth, you can't underestimate the cooking skills of this world!"

The witcher on the other side exchanged glances with him, chewing like a competition. After eating dry food for a week, they finally had a chance to open their stomachs and eat some normal food.

Naturally, this opportunity will not be missed.

...

A guest suddenly came to the fiery dinner party—the white-haired old village chief of Shire Village.

"I heard that the members of the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe are leaving the village tomorrow, so the old man had to be cheeky and ask everyone to stay for a little longer."

Aaron said calmly, "How?"

The old village chief sighed,

"This world is terrible! All kinds of filth are growing. Tanukis are rampant in the mountains of Mahakan, spitting on kobolds or leprechauns, goblins and water fairies from nearby villages. Hundreds of children walked away, water ghosts were ambushing in the swamps waiting for the carriage to pass by, and all kinds of unheard of diseases broke out one after another, making the hair stand on end!"

"Life is too difficult!" The old village chief took a sip of strong wine, and an excited blush appeared on his thin face.

"If it weren't for some good people who are willing to come to our backcountry to express condolences, life would be really bleak and boring, it's better to die!"

"Hiccup..." Roy wiped the oil stains left on his mouth, and after a long time, the old village chief just wanted to flatter the acrobatic troupe?

And from which lame bard did he hear this psalm? If so many monsters really make trouble,

Witchers will not be less and less.

As the top card of the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe, Aaron the Sparrow Whisperer was also confused by the sudden compliment from the old village chief.

"You are overrated. The sea scorpion is not as noble as you say. We are only a small force, and if we can bring a little laughter to the troubled people of Temeria, it is really a beautiful thing!"

After he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, snapped his fingers at the crowd, his lips formed an arc and let out a loud whistle, and then a magical scene appeared-in the mid-air lit by firelight, he didn't know where in the dark night came. A small tea falcon with gray spotted feathers and black eyes like beans, the tea falcon flapped its wings and stopped on Aaron's left hand wearing a leather glove. K, Yake" shouted. Then use the short hook beak to peck at the other end of the roast.

"And we don't take a penny, at least the barbecue in your village is indeed a must, Ade said it likes it!" Aaron looked at Cha Falcon with a doting gaze, as if looking at his own son.

"If you like it, just stay longer and eat more." The old village chief raised his glass emotionally, "Now I want to say a few words to everyone at Sea Scorpion."

He held his old fist, spitting out,

"Although this place is only a few days' journey from Elland City, the road is not peaceful. It's better to stay in the village for a while longer, waiting... Waiting for the army of Elland to clear the road before leaving."

"The more than a dozen brothers and sisters of the sea scorpion do not eat rice, and the bandits and the like who rob the passing merchants are not to be afraid of."

Aaron's tone was full of confidence,

"And as far as I know, the Knights of the White Rose in Elland City have always been concerned about the security of the city, and have no spare time to take care of the life and death of the people in the countryside. If we wait for them to act first, I don't know how long we will wait."

Aaron questioned in the language, and everyone stopped their movements in unison, waiting for the old village chief's reply.

And the old village chief had a trembling beard, struggled for a long time, and said sullenly,

"Let's tell the truth, old man, the situation in Shire Village is really complicated... The old Andrea who went to the city to negotiate business has not been heard from for half a month, and Sister Rowling, who went to pick herbs near the swamp, also went there. If I don’t return, I’m afraid everything will be unpredictable.”

"And the terrifying things are still spreading to the village. Before your group came to the village, there were several disappearances of livestock in the village, chickens, dogs, cattle and sheep, none of them leaked! All kinds of terrifying monsters can be heard every night. Yell, old Tom at the night watch was so frightened that he hid at home and shut his door..."

"It wasn't until Sea Scorpion came to Shire Village and camped in the open air that the situation suddenly eased."

Aaron's face was cold, "You mean there was something at work, but we were scared away?"

"Yes!" The old village head nodded, "According to our countrymen's opinion. Either some thieves who steal chickens and dogs, or some 'dirty things'. But these two days, you have been camping in the village. , so popular, they dare not show up!"

This time, everyone in the sea scorpion woke up instantly, and their expressions were different.

Cantila's pink tongue licked the meat-slicing dagger with an excited look on her face, Evelyn was thoughtful, Muscular Brother Flamethrower hugged his little padded jacket, and Amos blinked and shrank. She shrank cowardly.

"I had to hide the situation from you before. The village is willing to give you a sum of money to compensate you, as long as..."

Aaron interrupted the other party's words, "The original plan will not change, Sea Scorpion will leave Shire Village early tomorrow morning."

The old village chief rubbed his hands, a trace of embarrassment and disappointment flashed on his face, and it was reasonable for the other party to be angry.

His eyes turned to the oily, drunk witcher.

"Master, can you and your buddy stay in the village for a few more days?" He hesitated for a moment, "The village is willing to give a sum of money..."

"Sorry." The witcher interrupted him directly. "My legs and feet are badly injured, and I have difficulty walking. There is nothing I can do."

Roy hesitated beside him, thinking about the witcher's injury, he still didn't plan to make extra troubles.

In the end, the old village chief of Shire Village could only leave with regret.

The night was getting darker, and everyone with different thoughts leaned against the carriage with flickering eyes, while Roy pulled the witcher aside and whispered.