The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: deny
“Haha…” Francis laughed exaggeratedly, causing two nasolabial folds to appear on the bridge of his nose that exceeded his apparent age.
The two fangs disappeared again.
There was no trace of embarrassment or anger at the revelation of the secret on his face, he looked as relaxed and content as if he had just finished listening to a comedy.
“You are too unqualified to be a witcher. With your rich imagination, you can become a writer and create an interracial love novel. Well… I have already thought of the title for you, it’s called “The Infatuated Vampire and the Romantic Lady.” I happen to know a few publishing houses. Although they are unwilling to publish my wonderful collection of poems, their business ability is barely passable. I can recommend them to you.”
His dark pupils flashed with amusement,
“You know, the aesthetics of those upper-class aristocrats are actually more tasteful than Mudlegs. I have a hunch that these love-themed novels will definitely be very popular and sell out, enough to make you a lot of money. . When the time comes and you have the reputation of being a best-selling author, how can you be a down-and-out demon hunter?”
Roy’s eyes glanced across the coroner’s face. The latter’s expression was extremely relaxed, either he had superb acting skills, or he was…
“Don’t admit it? It doesn’t matter… I expected that no vampire would reveal his identity to a strange demon hunter. Even the peaceful ones, right? Having said that, I know quite a few high-level vampires from the peaceful faction. , such as a guy named Regis.”
Roy lied without batting an eyelid, “Can you believe it? A high-level vampire over four hundred years old would actually hide his name in the countryside of Soden, working as a country doctor and part-time barber. Tsk tsk. …What a hospitable and entertaining guy.”
Roy caught the change in the expression on Francis’s face, which was a faint look of nostalgia and memory. Although it was fleeting, it was a good signal.
Roy continued to empty his memory and increase the stakes, “There are only more than two thousand of your kind on the mainland, and you have lived for more than three hundred years. Maybe you happen to know one of them, Regis? By the way, in In the trading area of Vizima, the capital of Temeria, there lives a beautiful kinsman of yours who runs a brothel. She is often called the Queen of the Night…”
Francis finally retracted all his playful smiles, crossed his arms and stared at Roy and said seriously, “I guess I made a mistake. Young witcher, you know a lot. Come with me, peacock flowers are not suitable. Talking about too serious topics.”
After saying that, he turned around and left the tavern, and Roy followed him cautiously.
After leaving the tavern, the clear moonlight fell on the two of them. Roy, who was walking behind, found through his perception that the bat shadow of Francis’s body began to gently flap its fleshy wings with ferocious bone spurs, like A black hole emitting unknown radiation generally absorbs all moonlight.
“Higher vampires are really a unique race.” Roy was secretly envious. They didn’t need any training, and their strength naturally increased as they grew older. And the upper limit is very high. If you live long enough, you will become a terrifying existence like the Shadow Elder.
Not long after walking, when the noise of the downtown area completely dissipated, Francis stopped in a dark alley. He leaned against the wall and used his left hand to wipe the palm of his right hand with his free time, as if he was wiping a deadly weapon.
“Witcher, you’re just following me here, aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you?”
After saying these words, the huge bat silhouette suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a fierce look.
“Kill you and it will be settled. My identity will not be exposed.”
Roy shook his head pretending to be nonchalant, feeling the actual murderous aura in that guy, and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
“According to my investigation, in order to maintain the purity of the ceremony, the person who presides over the blessing ceremony of the Sun Sect will not have the blood of other than sinners on his hands.”
“This is also the reason why you showed mercy to those knights who were chasing after you, right? Six sinners have been killed so far, and there is only one left. I don’t think you will break the rules in advance and fall short.”
“Huh?” Francis seemed to have heard a big joke, “Do you think I am the murderer? Are you still messing with that inexplicable Sun Cult ritual?”
“I’m sorry…” There was a trace of pity in the vampire’s eyes, as if looking at a confused person who was on the road to death. “You seem to have made a mistake from the beginning. I happen to not be the serial killer you said, and I won’t care. What purity shows mercy.”
“And it’s not the Knights who are chasing after you…it’s you demon hunters! If you offend me…”
“How is that possible!”
Roy’s face darkened when he heard this, and he clenched his hands quietly and was covered in cold sweat. He focused his consciousness on the alchemy bomb in the space, and was ready at any time, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to admit it now. I can ‘forget’ all this, I promise as a demon hunter of the Viper School that as long as you tell me the whereabouts of Reso and hand him over to me, I will not interfere in this series of murders again.”
“Innocent!” Francis spread his hands, “And where is the witcher now, dead or alive, and what does it have to do with me?”
Roy’s voice became deeper and deeper, “You…if you weren’t the murderer, why did Lei Suo set an ambush for you in the first place!”
He gradually had a bad feeling.
Francis looked up at the bright moon in the sky,
“I won’t hide it from you…your teacher also discovered my true identity during the investigation. But I have to admit that in terms of quick thinking, he is not as good as you. It took him a whole month to catch me. …He chose a completely different, more brutal and direct way of contact from you.”
“The bald witcher seems to prefer to communicate through battle. That night, that night when he threatened to reveal my identity, I saw hatred and anger in his eyes. Hatred without reason. I don’t understand witcher. Why does Master Ren stubbornly believe that a ‘law-abiding’ high-level vampire is a greater threat than a serial killer who seriously disturbs public order?”
“But his strength is indeed worthy of my all-out efforts. Looking back, I haven’t been able to move my muscles so comfortably for a long time. After that night’s battle, I didn’t even care to deal with the injury – endless inspiration overwhelmed me. ”
Francis licked his lips and pinched his slender fingers until they made a crackling sound,
Roy felt a sense of confusion spreading in his heart. There seemed to be no need for the high-level vampire to lie to him, a novice demon hunter.
But if he is really not the murderer, then why did Reso hunt him in the first place? Francis describes Letso as someone who hates and hates vampires.
Witchers don’t seem to be so impulsive. Roy, who has been with him for several months, has almost never seen him reveal his feelings. But he remembered one thing and was relieved.
“Leso once told me that one of his friends died tragically at the hands of a bat-winged brain demon. The bat-winged brain demon is an extremely dangerous low-level vampire… He has always ‘held a grudge’.”
“What is the result of your battle?”
“Both sides were injured, but he fainted, and I still had the energy to escape,” the vampire’s face showed extreme excitement, “The master demon hunter is very well prepared, and his strength is the only one I have ever seen in my life -“
He lifted up the hem of his black lace shirt, and two hideous scars appeared on his abdomen.
“The Demon Hunter’s Sword Oil is as difficult to deal with as rumored…” the vampire said with fear, “My wounds still cannot heal.”
The scars were like two twisted centipedes, spanning his entire abdomen from left to right. The skin was turned over and the flesh was faintly visible, and the pink fresh flesh could be seen squirming incessantly. It wanted to be glued together but was blocked by a layer of flesh. Gray matter held back.
“The effects of the vampire sword oil will last for a week, and you have to endure it for a few more days.” Roy asked again, “So was Leisuo who fought you seriously injured?”
“He’s not feeling well either. He probably has half a life left. Speaking of which, did this guy drink something weird? His blood actually contained highly toxic substances. Otherwise, I would have sucked him dry.”
After that, he said to Roy, half provocatively and half bewitchingly, “Young demon hunter, my injury has not healed, and my combat power is pitifully weak. Do you want to try to get rid of this monster of mine?” By the way, you want to avenge your teacher?”
Roy cursed secretly in his mind. The vampire’s status in the observation was all question marks. That was true. The impact of the abdominal wound was not as serious as it seemed. He would not rashly provoke the opponent.
“If according to your statement, you left the half-dead Leisuo and fled. Then where did he go? The pursuers only found the sword where it was!”
“You can’t guess? Who else but the real murderer would hide the seriously injured witcher?” the vampire said without thinking,
The young man was shocked, and he remembered a clue that he had ignored——
That day when he inspected the disappearance scene, two “ribbons” appeared in the witcher’s senses. Now it seems that one belongs to a high-level vampire, and the other belongs to Reso, the witcher who was taken away by the murderer.
The two “ribbons” separated outside the Hanged Man’s Alley.
So, Francis is not the murderer?
“For the real murderer, the demon hunter is interfering with his arrangements and destroying the ritual after all. The murderer will naturally hate him and find the right opportunity to plot against the weak demon hunter.” Francis said.
“Can you repeat what you just said?” Roy suddenly asked eagerly.
Francis was a little surprised, but still replied, “It’s not surprising to plot against a weak demon hunter…”
“The previous sentence…”
“The murderer will naturally hate him and these evil hunters!”
A glint flashed in Roy’s eyes, and he thought of some traces that he had missed before.
“Suppose the real culprit captured Leisuo. In order to ensure his purity before he completes the ceremony, he should not kill Leisuo, but arrest him?” Roy murmured to himself.
“So – Demon Hunter, stop pestering me, a law-abiding alien! Go find the real murderer and save your teacher!”
“You just let me go?” Roy was a little surprised. Why did this kind-hearted vampire not play his cards according to common sense, “Let me save the demon hunter who wants to kill you?”
“You will tell him, that big fool has found the wrong target from the beginning to the end. Since I am not the murderer, will he still pester me?” Francis said, smiling mysteriously, “Not to mention that for a poet , inspiration is life. I have already drafted a new poem, inspired by the investigation between you and the barbarian, and it is called “Feast”.”
“In order to be grateful for the hard-won inspiration, I give you a break.”
Francis patted his sleeves, his pale face darkening.
“But remember, Roy, and the teacher you misjudged the murderer, never reveal my identity to the public, and never come to disrupt my peaceful life again… Otherwise, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth! ”
In the cold voice, Francis’s blood-red eyes stared at the air,
“Did you see that, man?”
“What did you see?”
Is this going to change your mind?
Roy’s expression tightened and he took a step back. The hands behind his back contained an alchemy bomb and a hand crossbow.
“Keep quiet…listen carefully.”
“Inspiration is like a rootless spring, it comes——”
The high-level vampire didn’t look at him at all, and suddenly turned around, facing the empty street.
Under the moonlight, the tung trees on both sides of the road shed their fallen leaves, and the leaves circled around him like ribbons. He held his head high and walked softly,
“The other side
Isn’t darkness just the dormant sun?
The palace
Aren’t high walls just rocks that enslave the world?
That’s bone-chilling
Isn’t hatred just trampled love?
That moving
Life——
Isn’t it just a delayed death? ”
The final rhyme of the ups and downs of the poem had not faded away, and the ferocious **** bat shadow instantly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the deep night.
……
“Finally gone, this crazy poet.”
After a long time, Roy sat down on the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat from his palms and forehead… Just a conversation, but the high-level vampire brought him endless pressure.
He was worried about saying the wrong word and irritating the other person.
Finally a near miss.
But he didn’t have time to relax and re-examine all the facts of the case.
The murderer is not Francis, a high-level vampire, so who could it be?
On the day the Witcher and Dennis Kramer set up an ambush, the real murderer entered the fighting scene before the dwarves and took away the injured Witcher.
Why did he react so quickly? It happened to happen?
No!
Roy thought hard and found the blind spot, and came up with another answer – the murderer is a mole!
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible!
The murderer committed crimes continuously around the palace without leaving any clues, and he was able to arrive at the scene before the dwarves and take away the witcher – either the Knight of the White Rose or the prince’s bodyguard!
Both these two forces are fully aware of the case and are conducting in-depth investigations.
Only by knowing your own people best can you handle the situation without anyone noticing.
……
The murderer is presiding over the secret rituals of the Sun Cult. ~IndoMTL.com~ Then he himself, or his ancestors have a connection with Nilfgaard and worship the Sun Cult. The suspect can be identified by investigating the background of all knights and prince’s guards.
A knight who worships the Sun Cult? His thinking stopped again – Roy suddenly recalled what the dwarf had said in his mind.
“Patrick Latin was originally a great nobleman of the Kingdom of Nasser south of Sintra.”
“However, since Naser was annexed by Nilfgaard and turned into a province, some of the descendants of this large family migrated to Temeria and settled there. Several generations of them have sacrificed their lives and blood for the kingdom to earn a fortune. Noble status.”
The blond and handsome face seemed to appear in front of him – his ancestor came from Nasser occupied by Nilfgaard – Simon Patrick Latin, the Knight of the White Rose.
Will he be the murderer who believes in the Sun Cult?