The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 549 Chapelle’s Difficulty

  Novigrad is on the northern temple island.

  In the Great Hall of Eternal Fire, bright as day and warm as spring.

Archbishop Cyrus Engelkander Heimfa sat on the chair with orange flame embossed above the stone stairs in front of the hall, and his face covered with old age spots looked kindly at the bottom of the stone steps. people--

  A sheriff wearing black clothes, a leather cap, a waist peramian whip, and seven guards of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

  The vicissitudes of the archbishop’s voice is full of admiration,

"In the past two years, Novigrad has greatly improved the law and order under your management, and the crime of kidnapping, kidnapping, and stealing has been reduced by half. The once rampant population trading has also disappeared...The whole city has become safer, Prosperity, the church is becoming more and more recognized and loved by the citizens. The number of believers in the entire city of Nuovo has increased by a full 20% compared to two years ago. This in turn promoted my promotion of the eternal fire outside. efficient."

  He looked at the sheriff with admiration, "You have made great contributions to the church."

"Master Cyrus is too acclaimed. All this is your credit. Under your wise guidance, I can follow the bright path to eradicate the darkness of the world and let the holy flame shine on the earth," Chapelle bent down and bowed. To put it humbly, on the cheeks with mottled red spots, the eyes that reflect the metallic color were not cold and indifferent, looking at the archbishop, full of admiration, like a child who worships his brother.

  The old man nodded.

  "You have been serving for me for ten years. Most of my former sheriffs will be eroded by darkness if they can't do it for two or three years. They will be fascinated by the prosperity, lust, and abandon the eternal fire. And you are rare..."

  A complex color shot out from his turbid eyes, with a trace of perseverance, and the tone was paused.

   "Chapelle, pray again."

"Oh, my lord!" Shapeshifter Shapelle raised his head, his cold face glowed with holy rays, looked at the huge eternal fire portrait on the dark gold wall behind the temple, and chanted prayers fervently. word,

  For an instant, he seemed to have returned to the night that was tortured to death by the rolling memories in his mind, and was redeemed by the eternal fire.

  "The flame protects the world. People standing in the light will never be harmed by evil.

  Flame washes dirt. Just like burning a wound with thick sores, souls who have committed evil crimes must also be purified by flames.

  No one can control the flame. Those who block the path of flames are playing with fire and setting themselves on fire.

  If you dare to move a finger in front of the flame, the flame will burn it to ashes.

  The flame ignites the darkness, the evil hidden in the shadow will manifest under the light of the flame, and the person who hides the evil in the darkness will be burned in front of the flame.

  Brothers and sisters, we pray together. The flame protects the world and burns the dirt!

  The flame protects the world and warms the road!

  The flame purifies the evil and makes the evil disappear! "

  The seven guards of the eternal fire echoed loudly, and the sound echoed in the whole hall of the temple, thrilling.

  The burning brazier on the high platform is inspired by mystery, sparks jump and deflagrate.

"Chapelle, you are good with everything, but one thing is disappointing." The archbishop nodded his head in satisfaction, his face suddenly became solemn, his palms clasped his chest, his chin supported, his eyes fixed on the sheriff. A stern color flashed in his eyes, "Why have there been more and more non-human races in Novigrad in the past two years, such as dwarves, elves, mixed elves, mutants, as well as herbalists who use magic tricks, dreamers..."

   "They almost occupy the entire southeastern city area. Just take five steps on the street and you can see one of them. Their number and proportion have broken the inherent balance of Nuo City! Tell me, why is this?"

   There was a sudden awkward silence in the hall.

   Chapelle said calmly without changing his face.

"Master Bishop, the non-human race has been living honestly under the supervision of the eternal fire. It has never harmed anyone. It is more law-abiding than the gang members in the city, so I don't think it is necessary to suppress them. Inspire their resistance and rebellion. Psychology can only backfire."

  "And shouldn’t the eternal fire shine on the world, guide all beings, and treat them as equals?"

"Fuzzy! Chapelle!" The old man slapped his left hand on the armrest abruptly, and reprimanded with a hoarse voice. The sacred mountain of Hakan, and the elves secretly always want to restore their long-dead country. People who play magic and witchcraft also like to play with people's hearts."

  "And the mutants, let alone, are a group of cold-blooded butchers with the highest interests, walking around, connecting all evil together!

  The Demon Hunter is the head of all evil!

  Their crimes have long been etched into their genes and blood, and they will never truly believe in the eternal fire! The current security and self-preservation is a disguise. When there are enough of the same kind, they will show their true colors, break the rules, respect their heresy, and extinguish our eternal fire. "

   "Turn the entire city of Nuo into their world, and turn their rules into human rules!"

  The sheriff clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and a sickly blush on his face.

   "Chappelle, the eternal fire has inspired me in time...you have made a witcher and called one of the Big Three, a collector who plays with magic, you have already embarked on the path of abandoning the shadow of the flame."

  "What you did in Nuocheng has already covered this glamorous city with pimples under the skin, but fortunately, it hasn't hurt the internal organs."

  "It’s not too late to repent now...Looking at the contributions you made for the church in the past, I can let you keep the power in your hands, but you have to make up for it!"

  The archbishop stood up holding the handrail and rushed to the sheriff under the steps to order,

"Rectify the land of collectors and butchers, collect heavy taxes on herbalists, dreamers, half-blood elves, and dwarves-race tax, magic tax, reduce the number of inhuman races in the city, and restore balance to the situation! Of course, you should not rush to do this. For a while, slowly, I will give you half a year."

"Cough cough!" The old man took a deep breath, his age spots were stained red with blood, he hammered his chest, "but another task cannot tolerate the slightest sloppy and delay! You must immediately punish the mutants and lead eternity. The guards of the Temple of Fire eradicated their base in the suburbs of Novigrad! Cut off their evil deeds!"

   "Novigrad must not be a shame to mankind!"

   "In addition, warn the bards of the Norwegian City Song and Dance Hall, tell them to shut up, and no more praise to the Demon Hunter!"

  "If you can do this thing beautifully!" The old man turned his eyes to him, with deep expectations and encouragement, "Then you will continue to serve as the sheriff of Eternal Fire!"

  ……

  "Master Cyrus...Your attitude in the past is far from extreme as it is today. You have not always said that non-human races and humans coexist peacefully, so that this city can accept the rivers of rivers and prosper like the ocean."

   Chapelle grinned suspiciously, and his thin cheeks looked complicated.

   "That is the past, the number of elves, dwarves, halflings in the city is under control and does not pose a threat, but now the situation has changed."

   "Listen, I don't ask you to chase them away immediately! Let's focus on that group of mutants now!"

   Sellers raised his head, some of his white eyes flickered, and he thought of a word with Wigfortz, or a deal.

  As long as you let the demon hunters in Nuo city have no place, then the powerful figure of the Northern Magic Association, the hot mage in the eyes of the kings, will assist him and further spread the glory of the eternal fire.

  This time it's not just the northern border.

  Weigofotezi and Nilfgaard also found friendship.

  He is willing to help himself, let the eternal fire go to the southern territories to preach, and compete with the Sun Sect!

  To spread the brilliance of the eternal fire is more important than anything else!

   Sellers is old, and the only hope in his heart is to see the flames all over the world before dying.

  The sheriff moved his lips, moaned a few words in a vague voice, shook his head and sighed, with an expression of ashen heart.

   "Sorry, Master Bishop... I can't do your request."

   "Is my age too old and my ears are malfunctioning?" The old man's eyes widened, his expression in disbelief.

  The loyal subordinates who have been loyal for ten years dare to question and refute themselves?

"Master Cyrus," Chapelle raised his head to look at the old man he admired in the past, "You are tantamount to pushing the eternal fire to a dead end. Will this ruin the great foundation that has flourished in the past two years? !"

"Moreover, neither the inhuman races in the city nor the demon hunter masters outside the city have ever violated the law, and even assisted the church in handling public order issues perfectly! They have merits rather than demerits, and should not be blamed or slandered unnecessarily. !"

  "I know that you may have been deceived by someone with a heart to give you a wrong perception. I will take you out of the city to check it with your own eyes, how about?!"

  He bowed his knees and looked at the old man pleadingly.

  He understood that he could succumb to the archbishop temporarily, go to the witcher, and escape.

  But it will not help, the demon hunters will never leave.

  On the day he turned into a sheriff, he made up his mind, and he would never hide from XZ like a bereaved dog!

  The eternal fire is his final destination!

   "Shut up, you still call them master? Have you been brainwashed by the witcher?"

   "Master Sellers, I'm just stating the facts."

"You have no cure!" The old man closed his eyes, his facial features were distorted, his expression was painful, and his eyes turned to the guards of the temple. Silverware... I declare, Chapelle, from now on, you will no longer be the Sheriff of Eternal Fire!"

  "You are not qualified to continue to believe in the eternal fire! No," the old man clutched his chest and breathed heavily, heartache more and more, "Novigrad has no place for you anymore, I am bound to leave the city within today! Never come back again!"

   Chapelle gazes at the eternal flame, spreads out his hands without resisting, and still has his former subordinates unarmed!

  The confused archbishop, is he still worthy of his trust and follow?

  Is the eternal fire still the beacon that once saved oneself from confusion and pain?

   "Master Bishop..." A young guard who frisked the sheriff suddenly changed his expression, "Master Chapelle...he...he..."

   "Don't call him an adult! What happened to him?"

   "He didn't carry the holy silverware!"

"Okay, Chapelle, this is how you practice the rules of eternal fire? Take the lead to violate the iron law of three centuries?!" The old man staggered down the steps, walked up to him, and grabbed his chest. The front of the shirt is about to burst into flames in his eyes!

  Every finger of his hand could not be straightened out, and the inside and outside were covered with cocoon skins. The whole looked like a small rake made of twigs, nailing the sheriff to the place.

  "Your holy silverware?"

   "In the bedroom." Chapelle struck his neck, pretending to be calm.

"You, go get his stuff here!" The old man gave an order, and then changed his words again. Some cataract eyes shot out a sharp light like a falcon, and he repeatedly looked at the sheriff, who calmly and calmly looked at him. Cold sweat oozes from the palms on the back of the waist,

   "Wait a minute, seven of you, have you seen this guy wearing holy silverware on weekdays."

   "My lord, what you said..." The seven looked at each other, with weird colors appearing on their faces, and shook their heads, "I have never seen them in the past two years..."

  "He also started to befriend inhuman races recently?!"

   "Yes." The young guard who had been following Chapelle had a complex expression.

  The archbishop thought of a possibility instantly!

  The pupils contracted more severely, breathing heavily, trembling palms stretched into the burqa around the neck, and pulled out a torch-shaped necklace shining with silver brilliance.

"catch him!"

  Chappelle's morbidly thin cheeks suddenly flushed with blood, his expression stiffened, and he involuntarily withdrew a step back.

  The color of fear in the metallic eyes flashes away!

  However, the three guards of Eternal Fire realized the problem and grabbed his two arms and controlled his waist and legs, making him unable to move.

  The bishop's right thumb and index finger pinched the silver torch and pressed it on the sheriff's forehead.

  "Zzizizi—"

  In an instant, Chapelle burst out with strong white smoke and colorful light, and his skin and bones expanded and contracted like boiling water.

  The normal facial features that belonged to human beings disappeared strangely, like mud and flour that were repeatedly rubbed and wriggled.

   "Zizi——"

  After two seconds, everyone was in full view.

  The thin and majestic middle-aged man before disappeared, replaced by a strange humanoid creature.

He wore loose suspenders, his body shape was similar to that of a dwarf, but he had an unusually large head, his facial features squeezed into a pile, yellow eyes the size of a grain of rice, a round nose, and thick lips. Stubby pointed ears.

  His face is still covered with folds like an old man in his seventies or eighties.

   Down, there is no obvious neck, and the chest and abdomen are joined together.

  His limbs are as long as spiders--

  Two arms are like chimpanzees, they hang over their knees, their palms are half the size of ordinary people, and the backs of their hands are covered with black hair.

  A pair of feet that are twice as big as an ordinary person, and the insteps are also covered with black hair.

  "Deformed monster! Heresy! Desperate creation! What a courage!" The bishop's eyes covered with white clouds, like jade-like eyes that have worn the surface, projected an extremely hateful color.

   "Bang!" He strenuously kicked his soft belly and knocked the deformed monster to the ground.

  The latter issued a terrible cry!

  The guards, whose faces were extremely shocked, immediately stood him up.

  Take out the sacred silverware from their clothes and cover his skin!

"Bring him to the temple square!" The archbishop sat on the stone ladder, breathing heavily like a broken bellows agitating, holding the stone ladder with one hand to barely maintain his body, continuously issuing orders, his eyes filled with disgust, and he wanted to eat his flesh and blood. !

  Anger has burned his sanity, he gave orders without thinking,

   "Gather all the citizens and believers!"

   "Pile up firewood, set up a stake!"

   "I will burn this evil bug in front of all the people in the city, and take revenge on the real sheriff, Chapelle, whom I sacrificed innocently!"

   "Yes, Lord Bishop!"

  ……

  On the other side, two knights with outstanding appearance and sunny temperament left the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall with regret.

  Looking at the crowded streets and the flowers blooming in the vases outside the store, I fell into a sluggishness.

  "Master Dandrien, the owner of the dance hall, went far away...it’s too unlucky, what should we do now? Geralt’s clue is interrupted," the black-haired knight asked inquiringly looking at the blond knight beside him.

   "Man, I'm in Nuo City anyway, so why not wait?" Grimm smiled openly, "Isn't it a waste of time not to visit this bustling metropolis!"

"I'll teach you another truth. The more glamorous the city is, the more heinous the crimes in the dark are. Just like our uncontested and paradise-like Tawsonte, there are also female night monsters who secretly seduce men to commit crimes. Grim touched the fencing sword at his waist, and his pupils flashed with excitement, ready to go on a big fight, "Novigrad will only have more sins."

   "It's our turn to play!"

  He patted Cassirer on the shoulder again, "Purify the evil and practice the great chivalry!"

   "It's exciting to think about it. The criminals in a city will become our sharpening stones!"

   "Grim, you always declare chivalry, but along the way, you have done countless good people and good deeds." Cassirer followed behind him and walked onto the street, "When is the head?"

  "Have you heard of the legend of the lady in the lake? When the lady in the lake shows up and bestows us the honorary title of Knight of the Five Virtues, we will be fulfilled!"

   "But at least we have to go to a place with a lake? Isn't the city of Nuo a sea port?"

   "Don't worry, the time has come, what is the difference between the ocean and the lake?"

  The two chatted and left, and suddenly stood firm.

  The two suddenly saw the crowd heading north of the city, and the bridge leading to the Temple Island gathered at a rapid speed. Old and weak women, children, merchants and vendors all rushed past.

  At the entrance of the bridge, a group of men wearing black coats with flame emblems inlaid on their chests walked across the street, shouting loudly, and greeted them all around.

   "Dear folks and elders of Nuocheng, come to the Temple Island!"

   "The guards caught an evil shapeshifter!"

   "He pretends to be Sheriff Chapelle!"

   "The Bishop will preside over the burning ceremony!"

   "Everyone is going to the ceremony!"

  Grim and Cassirer looked at each other.

  Stride meteors rushed past.

  ……

at the same time.

  Gildorf district, at the entrance of a gloomy alley, Riens and the phantom masked female warlock headed towards the collector Gawain Samsa’s villa, their figures flashed and disappeared.

  ……

  The young demon hunter noticed the crowd quickly converging on the Temple Island. After hearing the shout of the temple guard, his expression changed drastically. He quickly found a secluded laneway and contacted his companions in the house of Gawain through the telescope crystal.

  (End of this chapter)