The Divine Hunter

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The next day, Roy began a week-long "Hell Training" in Sintra.

Every morning at five o'clock, before it was dawn, he woke up from his meditation and received the swordsmanship training from Oaks.

Compared with Leto, the training plan made by this guy is more simple and rude-that is, actual combat, a lot of actual combat!

He disdains to use the training sword,

"A training sword is a child's toy, and a real witcher can kill a brother! So, let's get real!" Oakes blew at the dagger, looking at Roy provocatively.

The posture of his sword holding is very strange, with one hand holding the short sword backwards, the other holding the dagger straight, his wrists trembling slightly, and the two swords spin back and forth between his fingers, as fast as a windmill.

Of course, he was just joking. Before the steel sword and dagger confrontation, the two would put on a layer of Kun's magic shield to avoid accidental injury by confiscation.

But Oaks never suppressed his strength, gave full play to it, and showed no mercy!

"Roy, guess what? I won't accommodate you like a bald head! No one will show mercy in a life-and-death battle, even if your face looks good."

So far the young witcher has started his own journey of fancy masochism...

In the yard of the broken house, there were two more figures of "ping ping pong pong" playing non-stop. They collided violently and then separated, accompanied by various sharp and harsh weapons clashing sounds and dazzling sparks.

Roy would lose at least 100 games every morning, ending the battle in as little as two seconds - he was held to the neck by Oaks' sword as soon as he shot.

The long one is ten seconds, but it takes luck - the opponent's movements are so fast that Roy's optic nerve can't keep up, so he can only predict the position of the sword purely based on intuition. Can block counterattack once.

But never accidentally, his counterattack can only hit the air.

The match with Oaks was a complete beating match, and the teenager had no power to fight back, and there was no chance of winning.

After the first day, his self-confidence was severely damaged, and he was completely discouraged and decadent, but on the second day, he was completely numb, and his mood became calm.

On the third day, he began to understand Oaks' intentions, fighting and failing constantly, training not only swordsmanship,

There is also fighting awareness, intuition for dealing with crises, as well as instinctive reactions and tenacious personality.

Compared to pure swordsmanship, the latter are crucial to witchers.

Roy also gritted his teeth and persevered, but he was just getting used to the rhythm of being beaten. In the middle of training, Oaks changed another trick.

"You can't just be beaten. I also arranged other projects for you. Have you seen the pile of equipment in the yard?"

"You mean the stakes, the spinning dummy, and the sandbags hanging on the tung tree?" Roy had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"That's right, Serret and I spent a month in advance to prepare this gift for you!"

"Surprise?" Oakes grinned and showed his white teeth, and his lean cheeks under the hood showed a schadenfreude smile, "Every apprentice of the Snake faction must go through this, relying on them to exercise balance and reaction speed. At first, you will not get used to it, and you will suffer a little injury, but men, only with more scars are attractive! In short, Roy, don't let our good intentions be let down."

So far, the rookie of the Viper School has added a few more projects, jumping on the twelve tall wooden stakes in the yard. At first, he often accidentally fell to the ground, almost breaking his bones, but gradually he moved. The more skilled, the footsteps become like a cat, landing light and silent, but also precise and stable.

As for the rotating dummy and sandbags, Oaks personally operated the knife - Roy stood in the middle of a pile of equipment, and kept dodging and dodging in the face of sandbags and wooden stakes attacking from all directions.

Essentially still beaten.

After being beaten, he kept releasing the seal until all his magic power was exhausted.

After one morning, he was completely numb, with blood all under the leather armor, one face was swollen into a pig's head, and because of the depletion of magic power, his brain was a little dizzy.

Serrit sat side by side with him in the yard, staring at the gloomy sky for a nap.

"Don't laugh like you've been wronged!"

The young man forced a smile, and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

"That's right! Roy, don't imitate those two guys and keep a straight face all day!" Oakes winked at him, "Look, the witcher's life is like this. Boring, training, commissions, deadly commissions... We should have more humor and have some fun for ourselves, or we might die suddenly one day."

"If there are no happy and happy memories before death, then life is a complete tragedy!"

"Yeah!" Roy agreed.

Oaks smiled and was very happy to be recognized, "Look, although I am very handsome..."

"Well, you're not ugly..." Roy's bloated pig head faced Oaks, looking at his quaint appearance carved in the same mold as Serret - if he changed into simple clothes, he would be an honest and humble peasant.

"Although I'm handsome, I'm still very humorous..." Oaks didn't seem to hear his irony, and continued to show off, "When I was young, I used my outstanding sense of humor to impress many noble women. You know them How obsessed with me?"

"Crying and shouting to give me a baby! But we can't have children. After spending some time with them happily, I had to endure the pain to give them back their freedom!"

In short, under the unique training of Oaks and the constant nagging, Roy was in pain and happiness.

He can feel that he is slowly improving every day. This is not an increase in attributes, but a fighting instinct, which can only be effective in actual combat.

...

After the swordsmanship class, it was Letso's alchemy class every afternoon.

Before that, Roy had only two alchemy potions, calendula potion and paralyzing poison.

But after passing the green grass trial, he unlocked his magic power and could try to refine magic medicine.

"Starting today, I'll teach you the three simplest and most commonly used potion refining methods, the swallow that restores life, the thunder that enhances muscle strength, and the Patrici potion that increases the strength of the seal..." The bald man's amber eyes were in the youth With a swipe on his face, he said to the test, "Little devil, the formula of the three kinds of potions, let's talk about it."

"The three potions are all based on dwarf spirits," Roy replied without hesitation, "but the swallow needs five ounces of berberine, four ounces of water ghost brain..."

"Thunder...Two ounces of ghost needle mushrooms, one ounce of Enderegger embryos...do we have this material?"

"It happened that someone was selling it at the market this morning. A guy who didn't know how to do it didn't know where he was lucky enough to find it in the wild. He thought it was a honeycomb and sold it at a low price... By the way, you can get the money for purchasing alchemy materials. Report it to me, you can't use my private money!" The bald-headed man said solemnly, his expression still a little nervous.

"All right……"

"Phew—go on, the recipe for Patri's potion!"

"...five ounces of fleas and one ounce of evil spirit dust."

"Specific configuration method..."

"Now pay attention to my movements, I will only give you one chance, memorize the whole process, and then copy it out..." The bald man said, and began to stand in front of the stove-like alchemy platform again, spitting out The main points of each step.

"The first is the swallow potion... Sun-dried Baiqu Hua, take out five ounces, add it to the sand bowl, and crush it with a pestle... Remember not to crush it too much, hold the pestle with half the strength of your sword. , pound it four hundred times... After processing, put it on a plate, put it aside and let it sit..."

"The smoked and dried water ghost brain is ground into powder, which is almost as fine as the flour ground in a mill... Before starting this step, add half of the dwarf spirits to the iron pot as a base, and heat it up..."

Letho's broad latissimus dorsi contracted and relaxed at times, and his knotted arms flexibly made a dizzying series of movements.

After a variety of herbs were mixed in the iron pot, it was heated for another round, and the medicinal liquid was closed.

Lesso lay cross-legged on the ground, put the potion bottle in his arms, and through physical contact, instilled magic power into the potion bottle to reconcile the medicinal properties.

"The magic power consumed by the reconciling potion is only one-tenth of the magic seal, and it cannot be released at one time. The flow of magic power in the body must be slow enough and meticulous... Otherwise, it will not only fail to stimulate the medicinal properties, but also completely destroy it."

For a moment, under the firelight, the bald man lifted a bottle of emerald green long-necked bottle, and the swallow declared completion!

...

Among the three kinds of training, alchemy is the one that Roy is most familiar with. He has been tortured twice before, and he is very familiar with this third time...

After the grass trial, his agility attribute has been greatly improved, which in disguise increases the flexibility of his hands and physical coordination.

Between weighing herbs, handling alchemical substrates, and using various bottles and jars of equipment, there is more and more fluidity.

Basically, there will be no low-level mistakes in taking the wrong amount of medicine, not boiling enough, or overheating.

After Leto's drill, Roy only failed ten times, and when his magic power was exhausted, he recovered a bottle of swallow potion.

Although the quality of the first finished product was worrying, the effect was less than one-third of that of Leto.

But compared to the past, it was a huge improvement after suffering for several days to achieve success.

It took him two days to master the swallow potion proficiently. The next thunderbolt and Patricia's potions were also orderly, and there were no accidents in the middle.

Roy's alchemy background was slowly increasing, and he began to enjoy this feeling.

The only problem is that the potion alchemy cost too much. In about a week, the total cost of the materials exceeded 300 crowns, and at least 80% was wasted!

...

After the alchemy class and dinner, it was Serrit's turn for general knowledge class.

At first Roy thought that this gloomy man would speak according to the thick tome "Biology".

But on the contrary, Serret taught directly without script... Every time he talked about a monster, he could always give specific and interesting examples.

Usually it's a slight modification of his own experience.

"Yesterday's two pages were memorized well. Let's test you again... The most obvious weakness of the water ghost and the evil ghost?"

"Water ghosts can't see far, evil ghosts can't see..." These are Roy's personal experiences, which are still fresh in his memory.

"Very well, it looks like Letho has taught you some simple basics..." Serritpi said with a smile, "Let's go a little higher, trolls, not ice trolls or forest trolls... … A troll is a strong humanoid, bloated and clad in hard muscled armor, practically invulnerable, and so powerful that it can easily rip off a human’s arms and heads and stuff them into their butts.”

"Boy, what should I do if I encounter a troll?" Serret's amber eyes swept over,

"Escape!" Roy blurted out. With his current strength, he really has nothing to do with trolls. If he can't beat him, he can't escape, right?

"Stupid! Overreaction can only make the troll feel threatened and attack!" Serrit shook his head disdainfully, "You can lift your leg at most twice, and the troll will be able to use its specialty, throwing rocks and smashing your bones! "

"Then, esteemed Mr. Serret, what should I do?" Roy bowed his head humbly with a very low attitude.

Sure enough, the other party took this set, straightened his red hairband, and walked with his head held high, "Although the troll has good fighting ability, he has a weak mind and is very slow to respond. You have to take advantage of this... If you accidentally touch When you get on them, the best thing to do is to stop moving, lower your body, cover your head with your arms, and by doing this, the trolls are likely to treat you as a stone and not attack."

"Sneak away while it's dozing and purring!"

"Uh, are you sure this works?" Roy expressed doubts. "Won't they break his limbs and throw them into a big iron pot and cook them into broth?"

"Of course, I tried it myself. It was an unforgettable experience. I was eighteen years old, and I just left the great Guthvid..." Serret said with emotion, "I was a little bit affected when I was dealing with ghouls in the countryside. Injured, on the way back, I happened to encounter a troll by the wooden bridge."

"I disguised myself as a stone and hid. Then I deceived it three times in the same position and in the same pose. I was also curious, how could there be such a stupid humanoid in the world?"

"The fifth time I couldn't hold back, I raised my hands and walked slowly over to chat with it..."

"You communicate with a troll?"

"Yes, trolls can speak human words, but they have limited intelligence and have a bad temper. To sum it up, it's just plain stupid."

Serret emphasized, "To communicate with them, you must know the art of speaking, and you must be fast and courageous enough! You must not show any nervousness, otherwise they will think you want to sneak across the bridge and take you away. Beat it up into patties."

"What did you talk about with the troll then?" Roy asked in a trance.

"It gave me detailed instructions on how to build bridges in the countryside and how to cook cave mushrooms, and I taught him how to count with his fingers," Serret said. "Trolls usually only count to five. And I taught him to count to ten with his fingers."

"He was so happy, I promise, that I could get a friend and a subordinate, a thug, or a bodyguard for just an invitation. Trolls don't understand the concept of betrayal, so their loyalty is unquestionable."

"Unfortunately, I really can't find a place to put down that behemoth, and its appetite is too big for me to support."

Roy swallowed and persuaded a troll, wouldn't it be easier than forced domestication, "Then how did you get involved with the bridge-guarding troll?"

"On this point, I wrote an article "How to Use Words to Coax a Simple Troll", which explains the whole process in detail. Are you interested in listening?"

"Of course, I'd love to!"

...

After popularizing the strange behaviors of trolls, the sky darkened. Serret sneaked Roy away from the city gate of Sintra and entered the wild.

Scouting, tracking, and hunting are also areas of his teaching.

Because witchers often live in the wild, some survival and hunting skills are very important. Roy had already been instructed by Leto for a long time, but Serrit taught him more meticulously... A few words hit the point.

Initially, there were several ways of making traps: for catching river fish, for catching birds, rabbits, marmots and other small animals. Crafted using readily available materials in the wild, such as vines, branches, and fallen leaves. Set traps every night, and if you're lucky, you'll get a little something the next day.

Then demonstrate how to use the witcher's senses to select a target and track a slightly larger prey according to the urine, footprints, hair, and feathers found in the wild, and hunt.

Finally, catch the prey, remove the hair and skin, remove the internal organs, brush with spices, and make a delicious barbecue.

"Boy, when we act together in the future, it's up to you to prepare the food... So exercise your barbecue skills well." Serrit said with a sense of peace of mind while gnawing his mouth full of oil.

"Why?"

"This is the tradition of the Snake School, the youngest is responsible for chores!"

...

Among the three courses, the comprehensive knowledge taught by Serret is Roy's favorite. Not only is it interesting, but it can also hone crossbow shooting skills and gain a little experience, which can be said to serve multiple purposes.

He was about to fall in love with the sombre Serrit, if he were a woman.

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