The Divine Hunter

"Several masters are smart people..." Boggart shoved the chair away, stood up, and held the witcher's hand, "You should know how to choose. I hope you make the right decision!"

"Now, let's enjoy the wonderful poetry performance together."

Before long, the witcher said goodbye and left.

Before heading to Willie Manor, they had to ask for an answer from Dandelion.

Geralt had promised when he was in Sintra that he would tell Dandelion the results of the discussions of the wolf faction, and then pass it on to the snake faction.

Roy is quite nervous now.

Vesemir, would you like to invite the Snake Sect as a guest?

...

"Hey, friends, listen to Priscilla saying you're looking for me?" Dandelion brought a glass of bright red wine and followed the female bard to the three of them.

Roy glanced at each other. Dandelion, born in 1229, was in his early 30s. He was more handsome, mature and elegant than he had imagined, and was almost catching up with him.

Jian Zhi is stylishly dressed, exuding the decadent air of an artist, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, and blue eyes flashing sly, no wonder he is so attractive to women.

"Let me guess, the comer is the famous bard Master Dandelion?" Oaks took the lead to retort, and then excitedly held the poet's right hand.

The smile on Dandelion's face froze. Facing the witcher's hot, aggressive eyes, the warmth and strength of his palms, he couldn't help his heart beating like a drum and his scalp tingling? "Who is this guy? Could it be that he likes me? But he's not my type, and I can't be sorry for Ariel."

He pulled out his hand calmly, "It's right here, what do you call it? Have we met before?"

"Dandrian, these three are the Viper School Demon Hunter Oaks..." Priscilla walked out from behind him, swiping over the three of them one by one, "Serrit, Roy."

Three witchers?

Dandelion was stunned. He knew the witcher, and he had a good relationship, but he remembered that his friend had always been like a lone wolf, and he had no other school companions. When did the witcher become like a street? Like Chinese cabbage, did you catch a lot of it?

"Master Dandelion, I've heard it for a long time. My dear Oakes,

I was fortunate enough to attend the Ossenfurt School of Epic Poetry and Poetry for a period of time and read your masterpieces "The Age of the Moon" and "The Price of Love". "

"The rhetoric and artistic conception are outstanding, and they are really two masterpieces of poetry that praise the times." Oaks' eyes lit up, and he made no secret of his admiration, "I have been thinking about how many years it will take me to achieve your level of achievement in poetry. , I didn't expect to see you in person today and ask for advice in person."

"It turns out that the master is a poetry lover. Which of these works do you like?" Dandelion nodded. It was the first time he had seen a witcher who was interested in poetry.

"I like your "Love" the most. The lines of vivid descriptions make me feel like I'm in the scene. To be honest, I'm actually a half-hearted poetry lover at best. It's the same." Oaks cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Master Dandelion, can you tell me a little bit about how to write poetry so that you can be favored by ladies and beauties like you?"

"Pfft...cough, cough..." Dandelion's eyes widened sharply, and the wine in his mouth sprayed Oaks' face. "Sorry, sorry..."

"It's okay," the latter just wiped off the drink casually. "After tasting Qi Qimo's urine, all other liquids except the drink and blood have the same taste."

"Okay, it's important, stop joking..." Roy forced Oaks back into the seat, and Serret covered his mouth beside him. "Master Dandelion, although today is our first meeting, I have already heard of your glorious deeds from another friend."

Roy said sincerely, "And today we asked Ms. Purcella to contact you, which is also related to that friend..."

Dandelion's eyes rolled a few times, and his mind became clear, "You mean Geralt, right? He will often mention me? It's definitely not a good thing." Dandelion shook his head with a look of distrust.

"You and I both know that White Wolf is a good-natured man with a cold face and a warm heart. Although he is taciturn on the surface, he has always admired your talent and unrestrained bearing..." Roy resisted the urge to vomit and took a sip of juice to moisten him Soothes the throat.

"Then what did he say about me?" Dandelion asked with interest.

"He mentioned that you once caught a flying arrow with your bare hands."

"Haha!" Dandelion's brows lit up suddenly, "This guy still believes my words after all!"

"Then do you remember now, Master Dandelion," Roy asked while the iron was still hot, "Has Geralt contacted you recently and asked you to bring a message to our Snake Sect witcher."

"Snake faction witcher, Roy, what's going on..." The bard glanced at the snake-shaped pendant between Roy's neck and pondered, "But did you guys come early? I remember Geralt. The time I mentioned is near the end of the year, and it is at least a month earlier."

He muttered a few words, carefully looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he leaned into the witcher's ear and spoke slowly while everyone was nervous. "One day half a month ago, Geralt suddenly came to the door and asked me to bring a word to Roy, the witcher of the Snake School - the moon of reincarnation, Kyrmo is rare..." Dandelion's voice stopped abruptly. No one noticed the guilty conscience on his face.

The month of reincarnation is a month in the Elf calendar, that is, from December 21st to February 1st in the Gregorian calendar.

As for Kelmore Rare…

Roy couldn't hold back the joy on his face any longer. With this sentence, the months of tormented waiting were worth it.

"So Geralt's teacher, Vesemir, the leader of the Wolf Sect, agreed to meet us?" Oaks rubbed his chin and pondered.

"This is a good start. We need to communicate and negotiate face-to-face." Serrit couldn't hide his excitement, but he was also a little dazed. The Snake faction and the Wolf faction started a meeting. He thought it was a joke, but he didn't hold much hope at all, but it was successful.

But there is no doubt that the wolf faction at best wants to make friends.

For the time being, they have no hope of the Witcher Brotherhood.

"How can I get to Kyle Mohan?" The smile on Roy's face solidified. This ancient sea fortress and the base camp of the Wolf Sect are located in the territory of Kaedwen, among the Blue Mountains, little known, and the Blue Mountains are vast and vast. , If it flies around like a headless fly, it will take at least a few years to find it.

"Master Dandelion, what did you miss?" Three pairs of wolf-like eyes locked on the bard.

The latter shivered all over, "Uh... don't get excited, don't do anything stupid." Dandelion hid behind Priscilla.

The female bard had never figured out what the two parties were discussing, and her beautiful eyes were full of doubts.

"Three masters, don't be impatient, let me help you ask. Old man, don't hide it, tell the truth honestly, and I will ask the masters to start lightly."

Dandelion rolled his eyes, spread his hands towards the witcher, and said with embarrassment, "Actually, this sentence was written on a map, but I accidentally lost the map?"

"what?!"

The three witchers stood up like provocative bloodthirsty beasts and took a step towards the bard. At this juncture, at this juncture, Roy took a deep breath and felt like he was going to explode.

"Where did it go?!"

The witcher looked like he was going to kill. Dandelion felt that as long as he dared to say a half "no", he would be left with no bones, and he had a hunch that the witchers were not like the wooden faces of the white wolf, who loved him. Mouth cannon. He pretended to slap his head sharply, "I remembered! The map is in my 'dear' house."

"Where is your 'dear' home?"

"I'm not sure which..." Dandelion raised his chest in a showy manner, and was stunned by the witcher's stare. "There are six addresses."