Leisuo pulled out a sharp dagger and skillfully divided it on the corpse of the witch in the tomb. His technique was no worse than that of the butcher who dealt with domestic animals.

The eyes, ears, and unknown meat balls were placed neatly on the paved blue cloth, and then they took out several twisted pieces of fists from the monster's abdomen and put them in their hands.

"I'm lucky. This tomb witch is already a certain age, and the mutant is just used to supplement the decoction."

"Master, what are these things?"

Resor couldn't help but look up at Roy when he heard the sound. The boy calmly added a knife to the witch who was struggling to death, and his face remained unchanged when facing the bloody scene of the witch hunter breaking down the spoils.

What an anomaly!

If someone else is a grown-up, he should have vomited out long ago.

His courage and courage made a rippling ripples in the heart of the witch hunter.

"It's a good seedling."

Resor pointed to the divided object and began to patiently explain each name and purpose to Roy, who also listened quietly, occasionally frowning and showing a thoughtful look.

"By the way, Roy, who are there in your family?" Resor asked casually.

"I live with my father and mother."

Resue was a little disappointed when he heard this, and he couldn't help but speed up and quickly deal with the valuable things in the tomb witch.

After about an hour, when the alchemy gas in the tomb completely dissipated, everyone entered the home that once belonged to the gravekeeper.

The originally normal human room has been transformed by monsters to an unrecognizable face. It is covered with dirty clay, and the space looks damp and dark. Basins, jars and strange vessels can be seen everywhere, as if the tomb witch was refining something during her lifetime. There are also some tragic white bone decorations of humans and small animals hanging on the clay walls around.

It looks gloomy, terrifying and bloody.

When Roy looked at the innermost wall, he suddenly accelerated and rushed over.

"Brandon..." Or the fat man who once loved to runny nose and tangle, only a rotten corpse was left passing through by a dark wooden stick, like a flying flag.

His skinny and shriveled face was taken away, revealing two dark holes, and his mouth was slightly open and he could vaguely see the extreme fear before his birth.

Roy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, carefully removed his bones, and hugged them in his arms without any disgust, as if he hadn't smelled the pungent smell of rotten, spoiled and moldy.

"I'm sorry... If I had given you more patience, I didn't say that..."

At this time, he felt a warm big hand placed on his shoulder.

"Say sad, you have avenged them." The witch hunter comforted people abnormally.

Not long after, Roy buried the bodies of the blacksmith, butcher and son, and wrote the tombstone with the help of the witch hunter.

Originally, he wanted to find the grave of the butcher's deceased wife and buried the family of three again. Unfortunately, the cemetery was severely damaged by a witch and was beyond recognition. He could not find it, so he could only bury the butcher and his son together.

Pusig

Kaye Blacksmith, Skelijer's son

Verify your courage between life and death

Died in September 1260, fighting bravely with the tomb witch

The following are two epitaphs

Fletcher

Kaye Butcher

Great love is hard to say.

Brandon

Friends of the Rooster, Future Bard Star and Magic Master

Will shine in the goddess' kingdom

Died in September 1260.

...

After packing up the cemetery, Roy followed the witch to return to the village. The old couple cried and surrounded him and checked.

The witch hunter showed the hideous and ugly witch skull to all the villagers, and then received the reward from the village chief and one-eyed Jack.

At this moment, the riot caused by the monster finally came to an end. But everything was not over.

The villagers were surprised to find that the three witch hunters received the bounty and did not leave immediately, but rented a room in the tavern to stay there temporarily.

Without the threat of the tomb witch, the villagers' condition became very strange again. They began to point fingers at the witch hunter, slandering them, and were very disgusted...

"The monster has been killed and the bounty has been given. Why haven't these three mutants left yet?"

"Looking at their appearance, they don't look like good people. This is not the case with the village chief. I have to find a way to send them away earlier! Let them stay for one night at most!"

"Families with children should be careful! Don't sleep tonight and tomorrow night until they leave. I heard that witch hunters like to steal children and train them to become disgusting mutants!"

Roy listened to the foolish and prejudiced remarks of a group of villagers, shook his head disdainfully, then left the crowd and ran to the tavern. It happened that three witch hunters were fighting with One-Eyed Jack to the world, chatting, or One-Eyed Jack was vigorously promoting his Gent card skills.

This old captain who had been in Skelij for decades, but he did not have the superstitious idea of ​​rejecting the witch hunter for no reason.

"I don't know if that brat Roy started practicing the Gent from his mother's womb, and he caught 60 crowns in a row from Old Jack."

"You are here with all the knowledgeable masters. Can Old Jack ask you for your help and teach this brat a good lesson for me!"

...

An hour later, Resor's unchanged poker face twitched and took out a handful of golden crowns from his bag.

"Oh, 15 kronor, the commission reward went one tenth."

"Okay, kid, you have won enough money. Let's talk about the main business. You are not afraid of us at all, and you take the initiative to lean over to communicate with us. What's the matter? Are you interested in the story of the witch hunter? Which version do you want to hear?" Resor exchanged glances with his two companions, and sat around the boy's table, staring at him with bright eyes.

It's like interrogation.

Roy's heart thumped, but he did not hide his thoughts, and smiled and said bluntly, "Did you see it? I do have some ideas... As far as I know, you have a long lifespan, healthy and energetic, basically won't get sick, and you also have powers that ordinary people can't imagine..."

As a former player, who doesn't have a dream of a witch hunter? He still remembers the witch hunter's motto: I want a horse as dark as the night is as fast as the wind; I want a sword as bright as the moonlight; I want my dark horse at night; I want to use the sword in my hand to kill all the evil.

Traveling through time is also one of his requests.

"Wait... I heard right, are you envious of 'mutants'? I have to confirm it again," Seret suddenly interrupted, and his amber eyes looked him up and down, "Roy, your real age isn't thirty?"

"Who promoted this fallacy to you! Those 'mutants' are very powerful and will not get sick. They live long, and are worth envious!?" Thirrit suddenly sneered, rolled his eyes, and took a sip of strong wine. He went crazy. "I tell you, the identity of a witch hunter is a curse, a doom that can never be escaped. You should not envy us. I also envy this carefree life in the countryside. It will not be hated or hated for no reason. Every time I open my eyes, I will not be on the way to die and run away!"

Roy's face froze and moved his upper body slightly back. He was not used to Thirrit's irritable temper, sharp words, and rich facial expressions. This guy didn't look like an old man in his seventies or eighties at all, but he looked very similar to Geralt's good friend Lambert.

Resso and Oaks wrapped their hands around their chests, like a stuffy gourd, allowing their companions to speak.

"You boy looks very pleasing, so I kindly advise you... Stay in the countryside, don't always think about taking risks and killing monsters. There will be no one in front of you to help you cut off your limbs and leave your head, and let you do the last time." Seret took another sip of wine, "In two years, when you get a wife and have a child, you will know that I'm for your own good."

This guy thought he killed the tomb witch just to satisfy the boy's adventurous psychology?

"Serrit is right," Resor spoke, with a little regret in his tone, "If you just envy the witch hunter's superb skills and are interested in monsters, there is no need to continue the conversation in the future."

"Walking on this road, there is definitely more pain than happiness. You have relatives. Live well and be an ordinary person. This is my advice to you."

"But you can at least protect yourself..." Roy retorted unwillingly. Compared to the previous path of trembling experience, now a more professional, comprehensive and efficient path of power is placed in front of him.

He tried hard to hold it in his palm.

And he could feel that the three witch hunters were also hesitating.

"If you have stronger power than ordinary people, you will at least not be like my friends and teachers... being hunted by that mess... you can't even keep a whole body."

"You're thinking too much... As a senior witch hunter, I can tell you clearly," the third witch hunter, Oaks, took a sip of beer and showed a hearty smile. "Unless the intersection of the sky and the large number of monsters flowed in again, the total number of monsters in this world will continue to decrease. They cannot always cause trouble in Kaye Village. After this time, the village will be calm for many years, and there is no need to worry at all."

"It's not just monsters that threaten their lives, but also people, diseases and wars."

Roy's words suddenly made the witch hunter silent.

After a while, Seret spoke again, "What a weird kid, what's in his mind? You don't look like you are thirteen years old at all, and your behavior in the cemetery is not like you. Do you have paranoia caused by persecution?"

"I have never seen a fool like you who takes the initiative to lean over!"

"I'm precocious." Roy sips of dwarf spirits, and the alcohol penetrates his mind. He becomes more and more courageous.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have dreamed of many terrifying things since I was a child... bloody and ominous encounters, especially in recent years, dreams have become more and more frequent?" Roy paused, "I have a premonition that the world will be in chaos and life will be devastated for three years. Before that, at least let me learn something useful? I think the witch hunter is a good teacher."

"Come on, little devil!" Seret looked disdainful, "Don't make up stories to deceive us, and dream, do you think you are a prophet?"

"If I had known you wouldn't believe it." Roy shook his head and sighed, but he did not lie. Three years later, in 1263, the first Northern War was about to begin.

Maybe the curtain of war is slowly opening.

"I just want to be a little stronger. Even without your superb skills, at least you must have the ability to protect the people you care about... Send Old Moore and Susie to Novigre to live a safer and more comfortable life..."

Resor knocked on the wine table with his thick fingers, "You probably don't know what you need to go through to become a witch hunter."

"I know the mortality rate of the grass trial is as high as 70% and the defect of infertility."

Resue was stunned when he heard this, and the faces of the two demon hunters also became very exciting. "How could you know this kind of thing clearly? Have you ever seen other demon hunters?"

"I said I dreamed of it, do you believe it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! But we roughly understand your attitude." Resor said solemnly, "Now, I'll give you a chance to think about it again."

"No, I have considered it seriously." Roy was thinking in his heart that following the witch hunter will not become a witch hunter in the future.

But this option is also excellent.
To be continued...