The Divine Hunter

The cool morning breeze blew from the delta, dispersing the Oxenfurt College Island, lingering the bloody smell for most of the night.

Linus Pitt was strolling through the Rare Zoo with the witchers, doing the finishing touches.

"The actions of several masters last night can be described as a great success. A large number of weapons, drugs, ships and other tools for committing crimes were seized. The stolen goods were recovered, and the criminals could not deny them. Now they have been imprisoned."

"Has the disposal result come out?" Roy asked. "How long will they be held?"

"The judge is still interrogating, and the result will be available in about three days, but believe me, none of the members of the Wild Boar Army can escape." The Niubao scholar looked excited, "they have committed more than killing Niubao students, stealing These two items are the property of the college. They are also related to several cases of looting caravans several years ago, and they bear a lot of lives."

"Several crimes are punished together, and the leader of the wild boar army headed by Frodimi will surely die. Even if the remaining members survive the punishment, they will be imprisoned in a dark prison and spend most of their lives."

"Then, Mr. Nales, do you still think I'm too heavy?" Phillius asked, holding his student's little hand.

"How could it be?" The Niubao scholar explained slightly terrified, "I can only be grateful to the masters. Thanks to your help, the animals in the garden were unharmed, and I also escaped from this group of desperadoes. A life."

His eyes flickered, trying not to look at Phrius' indifferent face.

This evil star is ruthless and ruthless, and in a way, it is too bloodthirsty. There were a total of forty wild boar troops who smuggled to Academy Island last night, and seven died under his command.

Roy and the other Snake Sect witchers kept their hands, so that more than 20 wild boar troops survived.

"Mr. Linus, after the turmoil last night, the rare animals have been completely exposed, right?" Lesso asked curiously, "I'm afraid you will have to deal with a lot of trouble next."

"It's better to be exposed than to be robbed," says Nales Pitt.

"Although this situation may provoke more unscrupulous people, it is not all bad. Just now, all the teachers and students of the Department of Natural History applied to me to jointly protect rare animals, and their enthusiasm exceeded my imagination. . It made me realize that, all along, I may have been too cautious."

He shook his head and said with a gratified smile, "I'm not sure, the Rare Animal Protection Association conceived by Master Dorigalei and I will take this opportunity to formally establish it."

"Let's not mention the issue of animal protection for the time being,

Mr. Linus, do you confirm that all members of the Boar Army have been captured? Roy interrupted the scholar's reverie, "Our actions last night... Did we slip through the net?" "

"To tell the truth, there are indeed three members of the Wild Boar Army whose whereabouts are unknown. Two of them are ordinary children of farmers, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"And one more?"

There was hesitation on the face of the Bull Castle scholar, "His name is Ogild Ifric, Phlodimi's brother, another direct member of the Ifric family, seems to have escaped during the battle last night. But He won't be able to escape for long, Osenfurt's soldiers have posted wanted notices all over the city, and as long as he is still in the city, he has nowhere to hide!"

With that said, Linus Peet sighed, "I forgot to mention one more thing. According to the investigation, Brother Ifric owes a large amount of money outside. forced by this debt."

"Not surprisingly, the Ifric family estate will be auctioned by the court at the end of the month to repay the debt. The Ifric family used to be a great family, and the scale of the family estate is one of the largest in the surrounding area. If a few masters are interested, I can recommend you to join the auction."

"The witcher doesn't have that much money..." Roy rejected the proposal, Osenfurt was by no means an ideal base location.

He had another thought in his mind,

"According to the normal chronological order, the Ifric family estate was auctioned, shouldn't it be a few years later?" Roy thought for a moment and then suddenly realized.

He and Letho's group of witchers are a huge variable.

If the group did not come to Ossenfurt and get involved in the rare zoo, then the wild boar army's plan for Linus Pete should be a success, and the Ifric brothers will get a huge sum of money from this transaction. , let the family last for a few years.

"But what can Ogilder do now? Years ahead, will that existence intervene?"

…

Outside the town of Osenfurt, there is a green space by the stream.

"Hu, huh..."

Ogierd's chest heaved violently, panting like a broken bellows.

After being pushed into the water by the witcher's sigil last night, he swam to the shore in a daze and fell asleep.

As soon as he woke up, he appeared outside the town of Ossenfurt, and it was noon the next day.

Ogierde was in a terrible state, his clothes were wet and wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot, he was exhausted, and his hair and beard were stuck in clumps.

And his face was rosy and hot, and he was having a low-grade fever.

"Why did I get to this point? What did I do wrong!"

The cunning mutants had already seen their self-righteous plans, and last night's action was a complete swindle.

And he also took his brother under him, and rushed in foolishly to throw himself in the net.

Remorse and anger filled Ogierd's chest.

In fact, not long ago, he planned to enter the city to find out, but found that all the entrances of Osenfurt were guarded by soldiers, and the wanted notices by the city walls were painted on his face.

What made him even more desperate was that the Ifric Manor was also surrounded by soldiers, and he could not return to his home.

He understood that it must be Osenfurt College putting pressure on the back, and the soldiers' actions would be so fast!

But Ogild has a place to go.

He barely supported his body, like an old man in his seventies or eighties, staggering, walking slowly northwest of Orsenfurt.

After a few hours of torment, the tired and hungry Ogiard finally arrived at a remote manor. Hidden in the lush green vegetation, the environment is quiet.

This is the home of his fiancée Alice, the Billowitz family estate.

Alice's parents were well-known businessmen in Ossenfurt and had deep pockets. It would be great if they were willing to provide themselves with a hiding place.

It's just that after the decline of the Ifric family in recent years, the old couple wants to separate him and Alice more and more.

It's more likely that he will get caught.

But Ogilder had no other choice. With a faint hope, he washed his face in the small pond outside the manor, tidied up his clothes a little, and came to the main entrance of the manor.

"Stop! Who? Report your identity?" Two strong servants stopped Ogilder at the gate, looked at his messy clothes, and frowned, "What are you doing here at Billowitz Manor? "

"You two are new here, right? It's normal if you don't know me." Hearing the tone of the two, Ogilder secretly hated. "I'm the uncle of your family. I'm here to visit my fiancee Alice. I have an urgent matter to see her, so don't get in the way."

"Are you Ogild Ifric?" The two guards changed their faces when they heard the words, and quietly held the sword on their waists, "I'm sorry, just this morning, the master has dissolved the engagement, and now your Excellency and Bill The Wiz family is no longer involved!"

"Please leave immediately, you are not welcome at Billowitz Manor!"

"Disengage the engagement? Damn, the old thing is too deceiving!"

Ogilder's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that his father-in-law and mother-in-law already knew what he had done wrong, and this was to clear the relationship.

"You want me to go, okay!" Ogierde suppressed the mania in his heart, "As long as I see Alice for the last time, I will leave immediately!"

Even in this desperate situation, he still cherishes that beautiful shadow.

"Miss was taken to the city by the master..." The guard gradually lost his patience, his eyes flashing fierce, "If you are sensible, don't harass her again, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

"To tell you the truth, Ogiard," said another guard. "If it wasn't for the lady's special order, I would have summoned a group of brothers to tie you to town in exchange for a bounty."

"Let's go quickly, the farther away you can get from Osenfurt, the better. This is the last kindness the lady will show you."

"With your current status and situation, you are not worthy of Miss Alice! Do you want to take her to the end of the world?"

"Can't match?"

Ogilder's eyes were dazed for a moment, and the anger in his heart seemed to be quenched by cold water. He remembered his situation—lost brother, lost family estate, high debt, wanted.

"What face do I have to come to find Alice? Why should I ask her to take risks for me, not to be a good rich family daughter, and live a life of fear with me?"

Ogilder shook his head mockingly, his body trembled violently, and finally took a deep look into the manor.

Turn away.

…

Ogierd was cornered.

He lost his mind and walked aimlessly in the wilderness. After an unknown amount of time, despair and confusion completely eroded his reason, and the crazy nightmare began to appear in his mind.

This time he no longer questioned. As if a drowning man, desperate to grab the only life-saving straw, Ogild, resolutely walked towards the dream scene, the crossroads.

Mid-moon.

A man tortured by hunger, fatigue, and illness came to the crossroads of the fork. The low fever deteriorated to a high fever. His vision became blurred, his chest was tight and he wanted to vomit.

Everything around him became bizarre, and the sunflowers, spotted bamboos, and low shrubs beside the intersection were like monsters and monsters, twisting their limbs frantically at him.

The sound of insects and the roar of the wind are slowly being stripped away, from far away to near, from big to small, like the crazy ravings of a mental patient.

Unpredictable in sound and light.

Only one thing is clear, more and more clear, emerges in the eyes.

A mysterious man shrouded in a black cloak stood at the crossroads, stretched out his withered palms like chicken feet, and waved at him.

"Fortuneteller?"

Ogilder could no longer tell whether the scene in front of him was real or unreal, like a walking corpse, sluggishly came to the old woman, exhausted all his strength and fell down at her feet.

The other party slowly lifted the hood, revealing an ugly old face full of goose skin, a huge nose, a pointed chin, and a grotesque oil paint on his face.

As terrifying as the wandering witch in his dreams.

"Intentionally entered my dream to remind me of all this today?"

he asked blankly.

The wandering witch shook her head, "My name is not worth mentioning. As for your dream, I happened to pass by that day. I saw the confusion and worry in your heart, so I showed you one of the possibilities."

The old voice was rasping like a rasp, and it had a special rhythm.

"Why are you leading me to the crossroads? See my jokes?"

"Ogild Ifric, your current situation is an unsolved problem for most people, but I give you a choice, look around you."

The voice of the wandering witch seemed to contain unpredictable magic. Ogilder couldn't help but follow her words and looked around. He saw several forks that crossed and led to the unknown depths.

"A crossroad is a magical place, just like the fate of mankind. Different directions represent different choices."

"Now is also a turning point in your destiny, and you need to make a choice..."

The Wandering Witch pointed to her left, "This way, you can get away from Ossenfurt, escape to some backcountry, and live in incognito for the rest of your life."

And point to the right, "And this way, he can solve your current predicament!"

"Solution, how to solve it?!"

Ogierd muttered to himself, stood up suddenly, and turned to the path on the right without hesitation. He saw a tome that had been opened, and a dark dagger.

"According to the knowledge recorded in the book, great beings are summoned, and they can fulfill all wishes."

"Great beings? Demons? Can all wishes come true?"

In the past, when he was sober, Ogilder would only take this statement as a joke.

But now, the dream has become a reality, what can't you believe?

He couldn't afford to care about the truth and the price, so he just held the book in his arms, "What should I do?"

He struggled to open the book, rubbed his fingers against the tight parchment pages, and examined it carefully in the wicked moonlight. Unfortunately, the book was not written in common language, and he couldn't understand a word of it.

In addition to a huge magic circle, the hexagram is located in the center, and the outer ring is engraved with obscure runes.

"Jie Jie, don't worry, young man, I will teach you slowly..." The wandering witch let out a gloomy laugh, seemingly satisfied with Ogilder's performance, "Use your blood to outline the magic circle on the ground, and then chanting mantras..."

Ogilder didn't hesitate, the dagger pierced his wrist, and the severe pain made his face twist, but he didn't shout, instead there was a hint of happiness and relief in his expression.

"If this is an absurd dream, then let me, a bum, leave this world in a dream."

Blood quickly seeped out of the skin, and then splashed on the ground.

The rough and yellowed ground gradually bloomed a bright and dazzling blood flower.

After sketching the entire circle, Ogilder began to feel dizzy and his eyes flashed due to excessive blood loss. He could only kneel in the circle and cover his wrist with the torn clothes.

"You have done a good job, the great one must take care of you... Now read to me..."

“bloede blethe col d’yaebl dice dwimmer…”

“easnadh evellienn geas hav’caaren…”

…

As the blood flowed from his wrists, Ogilder felt the heat was fading away, and his vitality poured into the magic circle in front of him uncontrollably. He felt very cold and couldn't help shivering, but he still stubbornly followed the witch's chanting. Mouthful spell.

As the incantation progressed, the night was violently windy.

There seemed to be some invisible substance in the air, and it began to stir.

Then, the magic circle outlined with blood in front of him radiated dazzling rays of light as if ignited by flames.

The epilepsy patient of Ogilder fell into the circle, his eyes rolled white, his hands and feet twitched, but he kept repeating the spell in his mouth.

a moment.

There was a bang in the air, and all the visions disappeared.

The twitching Ogild loosened his whole body and fell to the ground suddenly. He came back to his senses and looked around anxiously and eagerly.

"Haha..." A strange man laughed in the air, followed by a long sigh.

Ogierd felt a gust of wind blowing before him. He raised his head nervously, only to find that a sloppy man in a shawl and manly head suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man stood quietly under the moonlight, the space around him rippled like water waves, and the light was refracted, and it was strangely sucked into a trickle.

He seemed to be one with the shadow, he was the darkness itself.

Seeing this, the wandering witch bowed respectfully to him, then retreated into the bushes and disappeared.

And the man opened his arms to embrace the air, took a deep breath, and for a moment, countless broken light spots flickered on the surface of the dark body.

As if the cracked porcelain was forcibly stained again.

"Ogild Ifric... Your actions are just in time, and I've decided to give you an extra reward!"

"You, who is your Excellency?"

Ogier stuttered, holding the white cloth on his wrist tightly, his haggard face intertwined with fear and excitement!

This seems to be born from the void, describing a strange existence, the so-called devil? !

Fulfilling human wishes? !

"You can call me Master Mirror... a businessman who travels around the world." His voice was hoarse and low, full of seductive magic.

"I answered your call, and now speak your wish... Then, we sign a fair deal and complete a deal..."

"You weren't worth that much! But this time, I made an exception to allow you to make three wishes..."

"Whatever wishes?"

"Speak and I will judge for myself."

Ogilder was stunned for a few seconds in disbelief, and then a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart.

desire? Three wishes, so he is the legendary demon?

Worth it! It's all worth it!

He covered his face with a shrug of his shoulders, a sour choke in his throat, sobbing and laughter.

Laughing until he was out of breath, his face was covered in sticky sweat, and for the first time, he thought of his brother who was tortured by the witcher and whose life and death were unknown.

"I--"

Ogilder opened his mouth wide, but his voice suddenly stopped. There were ghosts and ghosts, and some ancient legends flashed in his mind, horror stories from books and marketplaces—Devil's wishes, never free, then—

"It's a price, Master Mirror, three wishes, what price should I pay you?"

"I only charge one currency, and that is soul!" A cheerful laughter echoed in the air.

Olgierd hung his head, his throat was dry, his head was dizzy, his heart was beating fast.

soul?

After losing his soul, what is left of him, an empty shell, what is the meaning of what he is asking for?

In the end, what you get is nothing but a void!

But let him give up this easy opportunity, give up his brother, his lover, and his family.

He can't do it!

Ogilder gritted his teeth, his bloody palms clenched into fists suddenly.

"Don't want to? Dude, I don't have so much time to waste with you!" Master Mirror said impatiently, "If you drag on, the deal will be cancelled!"

"No, I...I have a wish, I say!"

Master Mirror turned his anger into joy, "Then I will listen carefully,"

"The first wish, my good brother Frodimi must appear in front of me intact and healthy."

"The second wish, I want a powerful immortal body!"

The witcher, the bald villain, slaughtering the gang brothers with ease is vividly remembered.

If he has power, then wealth and power are at his fingertips, and the woman he loves will return to his side after all.

"No problem, signing the agreement will satisfy you."

"You... how are you going to realize your second wish?"

Ogierd asked tremblingly, "Can you be more specific?"

"Give you a magical, diamond-hard heart. No one can kill you from now on, and you can even master many powerful techniques. Satisfied?"

Ogierde nodded heavily, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Excited and scared.

The third wish, once said, the contract between him and the devil is reached, and soon, his soul will be harvested, and the wish that has been made will not be enjoyed for a few days. But if... don't make a wish.

"The third wish?" The hoarse boy was erratic.

When the icy night wind blew, Ogilder shivered all over, and regained a bit of sobriety, but he couldn't think of any good ideas for a while, "I have not thought about it for a while, can I keep it..."

"Haha...Ogiard, don't be so naive and fool me as a fool. If you don't make a wish all your life, won't I never get paid?" Master Mirror applauded and sneered,

"No, it won't be long," said Ogilder nervously.

"You must have a deadline for your consideration. Say your third wish within a month. Before that, I can only fulfill the first wish for you. When you come up with the third wish, the rest will be One by one."

"Look carefully at the terms of the agreement. It's clear what can be mentioned and what can't be mentioned." Master Mirror paused, stretched out his hand, and magically grabbed the bright golden parchment scroll from the air. Agreement, but one line is left in the middle!

"If one month expires and you haven't made a wish, then it is considered a voluntary surrender. Your soul will belong to me!"

...