The Divine Hunter

   Chapter 592 Strange Sound

  In the humble temple restaurant, in the corner of a rectangular table made of wooden boards, between two cloaks covered with snowflakes, the hungry witcher was eating quietly and efficiently.

  Karl shoved half of the pie in his mouth, letting the fluffy wheat bran soaked in potato bisque ferment in his mouth, and the aroma lasted for a long time.

   And the priestess sitting opposite sighed slightly in pain.

"The two masters are professionals, the nemesis of monsters and supernatural creatures. They should know that there are countless monsters and monsters in this country, such as Qiqimo, ghouls, leprechauns, and some I can't tell. Terrible existence..."

"On the contrary," Carl said old-fashioned as he put down his licked-up plate, "the number of monsters in recent years has declined, compared to bandits, mercenaries, marauders, and wandering soldiers. The greatest threat to humanity! Then again, do you mean there is something unusual in the temple?"

   Daisy folded her hands on the square table and supported her pointed chin on the back of her hands. She glanced at the bald man beside her. The firelight revealed her smooth and delicate face and the anxiety between her brows.

"Since half a year ago, I can hear the sound of infiltrating people every night, which makes me panic. Do you understand the feeling? It seems that a pine caterpillar is digging into my ear, and a tongue seems to be licking me. the back of the neck."

  The bald-headed Bruzzi clenched his fist as big as a sandbag and described it vividly, twisting his buttocks against the bench uneasily.

   "It sounds like a baby's babble at times, and after a while it turns into the rattle of a rat, or even a lute!"

   "We searched the entire temple, and the strange noise came from the cellar under the floor where the debris was piled up and the pickles and cured meat were stored. Dino and I went down to investigate—"

Arkham pricked up his ears, poured a mouthful of sweet goat milk, and quickly glanced out the window. A girl with dry blonde hair was looking into the restaurant from the window sill, gulping down the sumptuous dinner. , the night wind made her keep rubbing her hands, and her slender body shivered.

  The twilight was dark outside the window, and the witcher's mutated eyesight still clearly caught a glimpse of the other's familiar face - almost exactly the same as the naughty, beautiful, noble girl in memory, who was deeply loved by Geralt and Yennefer.

  How is this possible, isn't she in Skellige? Well, it should be a coincidence.

   "There's a dirty thing hiding behind that row of marinated pork!"

   The bodyguard's rough, red face was undulating in waves, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

   "Don't be nervous, talk slowly, what does it look like? Don't miss a hair!"

   Arkham's sonorous and powerful words seemed to contain magic, soothing the tension of the big man.

   "Like an old woman in a gauze dress, with rotten flesh all over her face, thin and hunched! Of course it runs ten times faster than the old woman."

   Arkham touched his chin and frowned, "Are you sure you read it right?"

   "I didn't dare to stay underground for too long, I just saw its outline dimly." The big man blushed and stammered.

   "One end?"

   "To be honest, if there are two ends, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out!" The bearded man continued,

"That thing was screaming and chasing after its ass, Dino's torches blocked it, or I almost fell! Rebbie was on top, I was so scared for the first time in my life, I got goosebumps all over my body, almost We were scared to urinate, but fortunately we had neat legs, climbed up, covered it with wooden boards, and sat on it to block it!"

   "Your Excellency..." Arkham looked up and down the bald giant, "It doesn't look so heroic."

   "Brave doesn't mean stupid! I won't bite stones with my teeth! Even a soldier who has experienced a hundred battles can only run away when he encounters that thing!"

   This is the normal response of 90% of ordinary people to unknown horrors.

   "And that thing didn't break out?" Arkham asked,

   "Bless Rabbiuda, it's only roaring in the cellar!" Dino, with a beard, said in surprise and a little fortunate.

   "Isn't this a ready-made live target? Then what did you use to deal with it?"

  Karl's eyes slowly swept over the three and asked,

"Smoke smoke at the entrance of the cellar, recite the prayers of Rebihuta, follow the traditional remedies to exorcise evil spirits, and throw pig bladders full of boy urine, virgin menstruation, and black dog blood into the cellar... But it's useless! Strange, obviously we go to the cellar during the day, and we can't see the ghosts, but at night, the crowing will definitely sound, which is more punctual than the rooster's crowing!"

   "Have you tried lighting?" Karl asked.

   "To set the temple on fire is a great disrespect to Rebiuda!" said the priestess.

   "Since you can't take it, why don't you just move it away?"

   "Where can there be a place for so many children? What's more, the believers of Rebiada must not be scared away by a mere ghost!"

   The priest said righteously.

   "Then remember what time it appeared at night?"

   "Well...after the moon rises, you can hear the cry on a moonlit night anyway!"

  Karl's vertical pupils showed a thoughtful look, that thing is not afraid of smoke, trapped in a narrow basement, disappeared during the day, and appeared after the moon came out?

   "Apart from howling, does it do anything worse?"

   The three shook their heads at the same time, and the priestess said happily,

"This filth only dares to make a fortune in the shadows in the cellar, and there is no way to get out of the cage and hurt the children, so we continue to stay in the temple and endure its annoying screams! But I worry, sooner or later there will be One day it will come out and attack everyone!"

  Karl rubbed his temples.

   After listening to their description, the monster had a humanoid appearance, and he immediately thought of the tomb witch, the dwarf, the evil spirit, the ghoul and the like.

   But first, the habitat is not suitable, and secondly, these monsters can’t be locked with a single wooden board and a few locks in the cellar. When they go out for food, the people in the temple should be reduced to belly Chinese food.

   Excluded!

  Karl nodded and asked again,

   "Have you had many nightmares in the past six months?"

   The three looked at each other, the priestess thought for a while,

   "Only the first few days, I couldn't sleep, and the rest of the time was fine. Well, it must be the blessing of Rebiuda!"

   There was a glint in Karl's eyes. If it was a small earth spirit who loved mischief, this group of temple residents would inevitably have frequent nightmares and enjoy a mischievous meal.

   "The last question, did anyone die in the cellar?" Arkham took the conversation, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the three of them,

  Daisy froze for a moment, blushing angrily, "This is a sacred temple, Master, don't joke with us!"

"you sure?!"

"I swear!"

  The restaurant fell into a brief silence.

   "Master, does this have any clues?" the bald man asked,

   "There is a preliminary guess, but there are some contradictions in it, and we need to go in and find out."

   The two teenagers tacitly remembered a kind of earthbound spirit in "Biology".

  Human shape, haunts when the moon rises, and the sound penetrates people.

   It is reasonable to say that such things are only born on corpses, and the moonlit countryside should not appear in the temple cellar.

   "Priest Daisy, take the liberty to ask, from the beginning to the end, the Holy Spirit of Rebiauda did not help you drive this monster away?"

   In the cognition of witchers, to say "haunted", it is possible in both urban and rural areas, only the temple is basically insulated from ghosts and monsters.

  In Ellander, Ms. Meritelli has not performed miracles to the world for a long time, and her temple still has divine protection, and evil things will be naturally deterred and dare not do anything here.

   Including Cliff, the father of the sky, and other temples that can be regarded as "righteous" beliefs can deter evil spirits and Xiaoxiao.

  Daisy thought for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I'm too young, I've only worked in the Pinewood District for half a year, and my qualifications are shallow. I think the monster under the cellar may be the prophet's test for me!"

   "So the children in the temple have only been here for half a year?"

"Your Excellency," Daisy looked out of the window with pity and love on her pretty face, "Most of the children are orphans who fled from Sintra and Soden a few years ago, and some are sent here because their families can't support them. The poor children we teach. It was Priest Shinni who took care of them, and when she traveled, I started to preside over the temple."

   "It's not easy to keep so many mouths in the cold Povis field." Arkham exclaimed.

   "Thanks to the relief and donations from the villagers, everyone barely survived." The priestess said gratefully.

   Arkham shook his head silently. In the years when he was a wanderer, he deeply realized that the more remote the countryside, the more fierce, ignorant and mean he was.

  It is not easy for farmers to raise their own families, how can they kindly help children who are not relatives or deceased.

   But he did not object.

   "The two witcher masters look extraordinary, they must have a good heart!" The bearded man suddenly complimented,

   "Can you help the temple for the sake of those kids?"

   Daisy folded her slender hands on her chest, her big bright eyes flashing with pleading.

   "The witcher's rule is to use people's money to save people's disasters, and according to your description, the monsters in the cellar are quite difficult to deal with." Carl said.

   The priestess suddenly looked embarrassed,

   "How much do you want?"

"Have mercy, witcher, there's no money in the temple!" Bruzzi, like a giant bear standing upright, clasped his fists and pleaded, "There's only a little leftover in the temple for the winter! Treating the two of you has used up the most valuable and delicious part of it!"

  Karl and Arkham rubbed their noses awkwardly.

Refuse?

  No, this boring trip killed the water ghost, and it was too embarrassing to sneak into the city.

   can contribute for free, they can imagine the scene of Serrit yelling - you two are really good people? !

   Why don't you try the accident law and try to bring a child back? But he had already entered the gate of the temple, and when he saw the group of children, he was surprised.

   After a long time, Arkham rubbed the griffin badge between his neck with his left thumb and said in his heart - this is my journey, and I make the decision!

   It's time to flex your muscles and add some honor.

"Cough, cough!" He cleared his throat abruptly and stood up, pacing around the dining table, and said aloud with a straight face, "You bumped into me Arkhamtom, you are lucky, the Griffin sect pays attention to chivalry. , I'll make an exception! Let us take this meal as a reward!"

   "You...you're serious, you won't lie to me, right?" Daisy breathed a sigh of relief and opened her mouth in surprise.

   "Witchers do what they say."

  Carl sighed helplessly while covering his forehead when he saw his companion swore to express his stance.

"Thank you so much! May Lebiwoda bless you!" The priestess bowed to the two of them with joy, as if she was afraid that they would regret it, and hurriedly said, "What do you need us to do? How to help? Just tell me! "

   "Take care of your kids and yourself, don't let us get distracted."

  Karl looked out the window, and before he knew it, it was completely dark, and the dim light illuminated the white snow in the center of the courtyard and the statues in the shadows.

  Sacred Rebbiuda stone carving is wrapped in a rich and heavy darkness.

   "Give us some time to get ready, when the moon rises!"

   (end of this chapter)