The Divine Hunter Chapter 25: The last night in Kaer Morhen
Winter morning.
In the exquisite and elegant town of Oxenfurt with its red bricks and green tiles, snow began to fall in the sky.
The crystal snowflakes fell on the colorful wooden pointed roofs and narrow and neat marble pavements.
It fell on a woman passing by with a black umbrella on a quiet street.
She walked alone along the long street.
A graceful and luxurious dark dress with complex patterns covered her thin figure.
She wore exquisite and gorgeous jewelry earrings, necklaces, rings, and a top hat with a black lace veil, but none of them could hide the fact.
Her years have passed, her skin is no longer smooth and elastic, and the crow’s feet and nasolabial folds have destroyed the beauty of her youth.
The hair no longer shines with an attractive black luster.
Grey and withered.
At this moment, the lady’s expression under the veil revealed confusion and a hint of sadness, and sad and touching past events lingered in her mind——
It lasted for more than twenty years.
Her husband, who was several decades older, left her early and failed to leave her an heir.
And she became the loneliest woman in Oxenfurt, Countess Marina Minor, an old woman who no one cared for.
The huge manor was empty and eerily quiet, in order to escape the suffocating loneliness.
Every morning she would take a carriage back to the town from the suburban manor, send off her personal servants, and walk alone in the long and remote streets, or go to the auction house to buy some snacks.
The inheritance left by her husband was too numerous to count, enough for her to squander for several lifetimes.
At some point, she would fall into an inexplicable melancholy – remembering that twenty-eight years ago, before she left the cabinet, as a young lady who was inexperienced in the world, she met the first man who opened her heart. .
The mutated beast has erect pupils and a very unique temperament. Even at its advanced age, it is still fascinating – humorous, bold, and extremely strong.
He and she were like a thunderbolt, and the first moment they looked at each other, their hearts burst out with fiery passion, and the two began a lingering love affair.
But it has been twenty-eight years since we left.
She can only continue to collect weapons and armor that match his identity one after another to make ends meet.
……
Marina walked through the Posodi Auction House and looked through the open door at the sparse crowd in the hall.
Wondering whether you will harvest a rare collection today, such as the first batch of witcher weapons?
Suddenly, a boy rushed over from the street on the left and broke into her sight.
Panting, he came closer to her.
Bend and salute respectfully.
“Good morning, are you Countess Marina Minor? My name is Tobio.”
The cloudy eyes under the lace veil glanced at him. Marina, unlike other baronesses, nodded to him with a gentle attitude,
“A master has asked me to bring you a message.”
“Do you still have that set of antique armor from 1234, the antique armor from the Wolf School?”
“What armor?”
The woman seemed not to hear clearly for a moment and asked doubtfully.
“The soft armor of the Wolf School.” The boy repeated.
Huh——
The cold morning wind whistled through the long street.
Lifting the veil under the woman’s top hat.
Revealing an elegant but wrinkled old face, she lost the calmness of a lady at this moment.
The lady covered her mouth in an extremely rude manner.
I almost screamed.
“What’s his name? What does he look like?”
The boy thought carefully,
“He didn’t say his name, but he is already an old man, very old. He said that if you are willing to return the armor, go to the Golden Sturgeon Tavern on Oxenfurt Commercial Street to meet him.”
……
The woman pressed a crown into the boy’s hand.
No longer caring about reserve or temperament, she held up her skirt and stepped on iguana-skin high-heeled shoes, jogging along Oxenfurt Street.
No more than five minutes.
The panting Mrs. Minor came to the door of the Golden Sturgeon Tavern.
Memories flow back.
That night, he sneaked out of the manor with her and spent half the night drinking blueberry wine in this tavern, accompanied by half the night’s non-trivial love words.
……
The woman took a deep breath and adjusted her appearance, hat and skirt.
Restore their grace.
Pushing the door open.
……
The magic lights on the ceiling illuminate the magnificent hall.
Except for two or three men who were staggering around after drinking all night, there were not many customers in the tavern early in the morning.
But just in front of the wine cabinet, a striking back figure came into view.
He is dressed differently than ordinary people. He carries two long swords on his back. He is tall and wears old but well-maintained gray armor. He also wears a rather funny high hat, a style that was particularly popular for a period of time a few decades ago. Men on the street, young and old, all have one.
But now, it is basically impossible to buy this kind of hat.
The man seemed to feel something.
Suddenly turned around.
In the tavern hall, two vicissitudes of life met.
Ju was shocked all over.
Minole saw his face clearly.
The gray hair was carefully styled and waxed, and the beard was cleanly shaved.
The wrinkles on his face are still the same as they were thirty years ago, and time does not seem to have punished him too much.
His mental state is that of a young man.
Calm temperament.
The corners of his mouth were obviously raised, revealing a bright and hearty smile.
The grinning wolf head badge on his neck swayed slightly as he smiled.
Just like the first time we met twenty-eight years ago.
Minole’s heart was up and down, and he couldn’t control himself for a long time.
“Vesemir, you haven’t aged at all…” After looking at each other for two minutes.
Minole absently walked to the high stool next to the man and sat down. He put his hands on the wine table and took off his women’s gloves.
The withered palms trembled visibly.
The old man patted the table and poured her a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine in a gentlemanly manner.
Her favorite blueberry wine.
“Marina, you haven’t changed at all, your beauty is still the same as before. You are still a heartthrob.”
The woman was silent, but there was a smile that could not be concealed in the corners of her eyes, and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Although his face was wrinkled, at least that person did not dislike him.
“Vesemir, can you tell me where you have been all these years?”
“Kaer Morhen of Kaedwen…a castle on the edge of the Blue Mountains, just a waste of time.” Vesemir smiled and said straightforwardly, “Not long ago, a young visitor accidentally met I mentioned you. I just found out that you are single now…”
“At that time, I suddenly realized that I had deeply let down a person, and I had to come back and take a look.” The amber pupils slowly turned to the woman’s nervous eyes, and asked warmly, “Marina, how have you been doing these years? Are you okay?”
The woman suddenly stopped breathing, her throat felt sore, and she clasped her fingers together nervously, her face losing its usual grace and calmness.
But she stubbornly raised her chin slightly and forced a forced smile,
“My life is very leisurely, I don’t need to work, I have no shortage of money to spend, and my daily schedule depends on my own wishes…I am happier than most people in the world.”
“My biggest hobby is spending money… At the most famous Posodi auction house in Oxenfurt, I bought everything I like… But because of the Wolf Breastplate you left behind, I have become very interested in the weapons and equipment of witchers…”
“So over the years, I have collected a lot of armors and weapons from the auction house, from snake sect demon hunters, wolf sects…cat sects…hanging on armor racks and weapon cabinets in the manor, etc. Sora, I will take you to see it.”
In front of the person she cared about, she gradually forgot her sadness. The expressions on her face became rich, sometimes she giggled and her earrings jingled, like a young girl working on a jigsaw puzzle, she happily talked about her daily life.
Gradually piece together the fragments of the past accumulated in your heart into a complete picture.
Luxurious, regular, but lonely.
Vesemir smiled and listened quietly to her story.
The light in his eyes is getting brighter and brighter.
“So, how long are you going to stay in Niubao this time…” The woman turned her head and asked in an anxious tone.
“It’s up to you…if you lack someone to talk to, and you don’t hate me as a bad old man,” Vesemir suddenly stretched out his hand, and placed his warm palm on her skin, which had been baptized by years and was dry and rough. On the back of his hand, he felt her body trembling.
“I will stay with you, Marina, until you get tired of it.”
Countess Minore silently held the witcher’s hand.
……
“Cheers!”
The atmosphere in the hall of the ancient castle is lively.
The dancing light in the fireplace casts seven figures on the mottled wall.
Seven demon hunters at the rectangular table are enjoying a table of delicious food, drinking and bragging!
“Guys, can Vesemir succeed in coaxing his old lover to change his mind?” Lambert shouted happily, finally catching the mentor’s shortcomings. He couldn’t wait to mention them again every day, “I Decided to open a handicap and bet at will, from ten to one hundred crowns, on whether they can reconcile as before.”
“Have you lived as a master for three hundred years in vain? You are just a countess who has been lonely for more than twenty years. It’s nothing more.” Oakes swallowed the vodka, bared his teeth and hissed, and took out a small bag of crowns. Put it on the right side of his desk, “I bet fifty crowns, he will be fine, the old tree will be full of spring!”
“Vesemir, this guy, seems to be related to Eskar. He will be clumsy and tongue-tied when facing the woman he likes,” Seret rubbed his chin and analyzed seriously, “and he failed to live up to his expectations. I have been cheating that lady for nearly thirty years, and I cannot be forgiven so easily…I bet one hundred crowns, they can’t make it happen, at least not this time!”
Eskal, who was sitting comfortably on a chair, holding a huge mug full of wine, and listening quietly, had a long face, why did he suddenly get involved with him.
“That’s because you don’t understand him…” Geralt muttered, referring to his decades-long impression of his mentor, “The old man is not as rigid and slow as he appears… He has a flexible mind!”
“Although he never mentioned his relationship experience to me, I have an intuition that he must have been a famous figure in the past, and his method of picking up girls is definitely not inferior to Dandelion.” Geralt mentioned his old friend. His face was determined and a little relieved, “I bet that this time he will be able to coax Mrs. Minoru and establish a fixed partnership.”
“After all, we are often away from the castle. He is old and needs someone to accompany him. A reasonable single aristocratic lady could not be more suitable… So, I bet a hundred… No, bet fifty crowns. ”
The bald man nodded repeatedly as he listened, silently put down the crab in his hand, and also placed a bet of fifty crowns.
“That’s enough, you guys! The old man has finally found his destiny. Not only do you not celebrate him, but you still talk about it like this later. Do you still respect him as a senior?” Roy slammed the table with an angry expression. He threw a bag of crowns to the right, “I bet a hundred crowns, the old man can do it!”
“…” As if his **** was burned by fire, Lambert stood up from the chair and threw the money back to his companions!
Then he glared at Roy fiercely, and depressedly took a big gulp of the troll’s favorite vodka.
“Hiccup…I won’t be stupid enough to make a bet with this cheating boy! Let’s talk about something else!”
“What are the specific arrangements for the Brotherhood?!” Roy asked tentatively.
“Shut up!” For a moment, six pairs of fire-breathing vertical pupils glared at him. The six big men had serious expressions and solemnly warned, “We have already agreed not to talk about work and those troublesome things on the last day!”
“Just talking about entertainment.”
Roy stepped back with a sneer.
“Except for Quint, the only entertainment between us is women.” Oakes rubbed his hands and smiled lewdly, “Last time we talked about our romantic experiences. This time we are more sincere and direct. Let’s talk about our hobbies. type.”
“Guys, when you get to Nuo City, there are beautiful ladies from all over the world!”
“Especially in a place called Spear Cave.”
“Are there any people with horns?” Eskar asked. He took it to heart after Roy mentioned it last time.
He is a pragmatic person. Since he is destined to like women with horns in the future, he might as well let nature take its course.
“Wow…Night Demon?” Oakes whistled, and everyone’s eyes also shone, “You can’t tell, man, you really hide your secrets and have a unique taste. Although there is no spear cave, but If you go around Nuo City, you’ll definitely find it!”
“Here’s a toast to you in advance and I wish you success!”
Ox drank a mug full of vodka, a blush appearing on his face.
The tone became more and more excited,
“Eskar likes women with horns. It’s my turn, I like petite blond beauties! The sorceress Keira Metz of Arethusa is good.” As he spoke, he spat. Shouting,
“Cheers! Anyone who dares not to drink is looking down on me!”
“Gulu gulu…” The glasses were intertwined, the wine was splashing, and all seven people had a drink.
The difference is that the six big men drank high-strength vodka.
What Roy drank was low-alcohol wine made from fermented potato peels and honey.
“I like slim figures.” The bald man said, “Don’t be too plump, that way you look like a man.”
“Cheers!”
“I like…Hiccup…a head of black curly hair with obsidian stars wrapped around a velvet ribbon,” Geralt looked at the firelight of the fireplace with drunken eyes, his face reminiscing, “a sorceress who smells of currants and lilacs…”
“Tch! You white-haired idiot! Sure enough, you have not forgotten that flirtatious woman!” Lambert said disdainfully, “How many years have passed, why hang yourself on such a tree with a hot face and a cold butt? ?!”
“Lambert, you are wrong to say that!” Eskar helped Geralt retort.
“Hmph, you also fell into that woman’s trick? You don’t know the heart of a good person, cheers! It’s your turn, Seret!”
“I like women who are reasonable and knowledgeable…” Seret frowned and said seriously, “Never call yourself a bitch!”
Everyone nodded.
Lambert took a deep breath and said, “I like something special. Let’s talk about it first. No ridicule or abuse is allowed! I like… um… other women…”
“Huh? Man, please be more specific!” Oaks shouted dissatisfied, and the wine glass was brought to his mouth, “What do you mean by another woman? If you don’t explain it clearly? Ten drinks as a penalty!”
“Other people’s women.”
“…”
A terrible silence fell in the hall.
Everyone looked at Lambert with strange eyes, gloating about his misfortune, and a little defensive.
Their bodies moved a little to the side in unison, a little away from this “low moral” guy.
Roy suddenly realized that Lambert, an unreliable guy, seemed to be giving Geralt a green hat in the future according to the original history.
What a bad friend!
“Hey! What’s your expression?” Lambert shouted dissatisfied, “The rabbit won’t eat the grass beside the nest! Am I that kind of bastard?”
Geralt and Eskar exchanged glances and nodded at the same time, “Lambert, in order to maintain our decades-long friendship, you must get rid of this bad habit as soon as possible!”
“Do you two guys still have a sense of trust?”
Next, everyone’s eyes turned to the youngest and most handsome brother present.
Some are encouraging, some are joking.
“I…” Roy licked his dry lips, rolled his eyes, and declared loudly and proudly, “I like…like my woman!”
“Pfft—”
“Cheating!”
“Little slippery head!”
“Are you reading a tongue twister?!”
“This is called mutual love!” Roy argued, but little did he know that his words stirred up a hornet’s nest.
“Just tell me, kid!” The bald man said with a disappointed expression on his face that I have already seen through you. “You like sorceresses who are plump, mature, and older than you! Rita Nieder!”
“Me!”
“What are you, you are still vague at this time, why can’t you be more sincere and frank! Don’t you treat us as your own people?!” Oakes put his hand on his forehead, feeling sad, “You must accept the punishment!”
“That’s right, punish him!” Under the influence of alcohol, a group of big men’s old and new hatreds surged into their hearts, and they all remembered the process of being deceived by this brat.
You are so sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued at a young age, and you don’t know how to respect your seniors at all. How can you pay it forward if you let it go?
Angry comes from the heart!
……
Roy was locked by a bunch of round eyes with twinkling light, and ran away when he saw that the situation was not going well.
Lambert unceremoniously knocked Alder down from behind.
A group of drunken men swarmed him like wolves and tigers, grabbing one of his hands, one of his feet or his neck.
Lift him up with his buttocks in the air.
The young man hesitated whether to teleport to Gorfen and escape the disaster?
On second thought, he gave up. Sooner or later, the grievances of the demon hunters will be vented, and the accumulation will become even more terrifying.
So he didn’t resist, and he was tragic.
The crowd carried his limbs and ran around in the bright hall of Kaer Morhen like a group of madmen, laughing and joking, and then smashed his hanging parts against the dark, hard stone pillars.
Once, twice, three times…
Until Roy’s tailbone ached.
Then, some outrageous guy stuffed a wooden funnel into his mouth.
“GuluGulu…”
Five bottles of super strong vodka mixed with White Seagull were poured slowly. ~IndoMTL.com~ Roy couldn’t help but get drunk.
The young man who was facing up, as if he was bumping above the clouds, the light in his eyes began to withdraw, and the decorative lights on the ceiling became three. The red and laughing cheeks of the seniors split into countless pieces, and his expression gradually Trance, drunkenness and confusion.
There is only one thought left in my mind.
“Damn it, sooner or later I will take revenge!”
The evening of January 25, 1262.
The last night in Kaer Morhen.
Roy, a demon hunter of the Snake Faction and an honorary member of the Wolf Faction, fell asleep on the shores of Lake Vizima in a long-awaited intoxication and had a wonderful dream.
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End of volume