The Divine Hunter

"squeak--"

The door was slowly pushed open, and with a burst of sore gums and dust blowing in the face, the two witchers had to restrain their movements and carefully close the door.

"The founder of the Valerie family, Jennifer Valerie..." Roy's eyes looked around. This room was like an antique in disrepair, with traces of time everywhere: the cracked walls on the mottled walls , the surface of the old floor has been corroded to reveal black marks, and the furniture such as beds and wardrobes are covered with a thick layer of dust.

Apparently it had been left unattended for a long time, but light and messy footprints could still be seen on the dust on the ground, and it was obvious that someone had come in.

"This guy Ignacio didn't even maintain his ancestor's room well... Maybe he only has Mrs. Mary in mind." Roy turned his eyes to the center of the left wall, which was exactly the same as the previous rooms, with the owner of the room hanging. of the bust. He walked over, gently wiped the dust off the surface of the portrait, and suddenly a brilliant female figure came into view.

Maybe it's a genetic problem, Ignacio's women are beautiful one after the other. Jennifer Villiers is also on the list, and she's brilliant and eye-catching.

"Kid, look at the eyes again! Go and check the bookshelf, Mrs. Jennifer may have recorded the spell caster." Leto said, rummaging through the cabinets to himself, he did not go to check the dark room with the ceiling - as Ignacio's first-generation ancestors, Jennifer and Leon Villiers, did not deliberately build an attic behind the bedroom ceiling, and naturally the strange evil spirit dust could not be found.

Roy walked to the bookshelf and turned his eyes to the side. The sky outside the window began to break, and a faint arc like an egg yolk appeared. He squinted, and out of the corner of his eyes, he swept to the bookshelf. There were about a dozen books on it, all covered with dust and inconspicuous.

"The Poem of the Moon..." He took out a copy to brush the dust off the surface, and opened it with his hands, "When the moon is full of light, it is when the passion blooms... Well, the founder of the Veli Leis family is A lover of poetry."

Roy himself doesn't have a love for poetry, but he doesn't hate it either. Which young man doesn't have a romantic dream of a bard? Incarnate Dandelion, with his handsome appearance, talent in poetry, fluent mouth, sow the world, and even dare to issue a hat to the Duke of Toussaint.

"I need to supplement my knowledge of poetry and find a few songs that suit Coral's beautiful voice, and then..."

Dispelling the beautiful thoughts in his mind, Roy quickly flipped and checked, chasing any artificial notes in the pages. But unfortunately, Mrs. Jennifer probably did not have the habit of taking reading notes, and there was no trace of ink left in the whole book.

"let me see,

"He was about to look for the next book," "The Tundra in Winter," "The North Wind in Temeria," "Praise for Love"... Twelve books are all poetry, which one should I choose? Roy's eyes swept to the end, "What did I see!" ? It seems that a strange book has been mixed in, "The Eternal Goddess"? Isn't this a religious book? "

Roy took it out from the shelf. This tome had a solemn black hard shell. He remembered that he had seen it in the library of the Temple of Meritelli.

"Depicting the Faith of the Goddess Meritelli."

"A book describing religion mixed into a pile of poems...it's weird." Roy opened the book, and soon found a windfall, a yellowed and stale note with a row of vague and beautiful handwriting on it .

"Merciful goddess, if you truly exist in the world, please have pity on your devout believer! Heal her aging body!" This line of text is written in common language, which is easy to understand.

The effect is that an old and senile woman is telling her desires to the goddess Meritelli. But her desire is obviously unrealistic. The priest of the goddess will help the poor and treat the seriously ill and injured, but will not and cannot intervene in the normal aging process of mortals.

"This woman is Jennifer? She can't face the reality? But how can it be so easy to cure aging?" Roy continued to turn back, frowning, he found a large missing page, and it was torn down by violence, The tear is rough and extremely uneven.

Roy could feel the man's anger at that time.

Not long after that, he found another note. But the content of the note is extremely strange,

"The blood of the sun!!! The blood of the sun!!! The blood of the sun!!!" The writing was deep, and it penetrated the back of the paper, reflecting the extreme excitement of the person who left the note.

Roy fell into deep thought, "These two notes were left by Jennifer Veliris? What does the blood of the sun mean?"

"Roy!" Leto suddenly shouted, awakening him from his thoughts.

Roy could only put down the note temporarily and hurriedly greeted him, "Have you found anything?"

"I searched the room and found no hidden compartments or traps, but one thing is strange. Look carefully..."

Roy's eyes kept moving in the direction of the big man's fingers, passing over the bed, drawers, hangers, wardrobes...

"What's strange?"

"It seems that Rita Nieder hasn't taught you about women yet..." Leto put his arms around his chest and shook his head, "Just to give you a hint, the owner of this room, Jennifer Villiers, is not only a woman, but also a woman. Great looking beauty. But there's something missing from her room!"

"You mean?" Roy held his chin and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Mirror!"

"That's right, the rooms we checked before, including the bedroom of the man Ignacio, had a full-length mirror, but you can't find a mirror in the residence of a beauty like Jennifer, don't you think it's strange?" Lesso said with certainty. , "I tell you from the eyes of someone who has come here, as long as they are normal women, no matter if they are beautiful or ugly, they all need a mirror. Unless—"

"Unless she doesn't want to see herself in the mirror!" Roy said, showing the two notes to Leto.

"If the owner of the note was Jennifer, she must have been very old at the time, so old that she didn't want to see her face in the mirror. But she was not willing to lose her youth and beauty, so she made a wish to the goddess Meritelli. It's a pity that these are all illusory things, and the goddess will not interfere in the normal aging process of a mortal."

Letho stared at the repeated handwriting on another note, "The goddess won't help her, but the blood of the sun can! Do you remember the detailed use of the blood of the sun, what kind of potion can this herb be prepared? "

"Universal antidote," Roy replied. He originally had a blood of the sun in his private space, but he used it in Brock Leon.

"more than--"

"And... Wanling Beauty Pill."

"The beauty pill can greatly prolong life and make people stay young forever until death. However, it is clear that Jennifer Willis did not get the blood of the sun and the beauty pill until she died. There will be so much resentment." The amber eyes at the corner of Letho's mouth were shining, "I have some ideas, Roy, sometimes-"

The witcher's tone was inexplicably sighed, and his eyes turned out of the window. At this time, the sun in the sky had risen, casting a ray of light that was extremely dazzling. "Women can pay any price for beauty."

"Jennifer Valerie must have a secret!"

"But after all the rooms are searched, where is she most likely to hide the secret?"

"Mirror?" Roy Anjin's eyes flickered, "If I were her, I would seal the secret with the mirror."

...

"Mirror?" Butler Grant looked at the two witchers in amazement. He became more and more suspicious of their impure motives. First, he made his master seem to be seriously ill, and now he made such harsh demands.

"One hundred years later, who can find the mirror used by the ancestor?" But Grant still remembered his master's instructions, "Sorry, two masters, I really don't know the whereabouts of this thing, I think it should be It was dealt with a long time ago."

"Look again, that's important. It should still be in the castle..." Letho said uncertainly.

"The master may have to ask the master in person..." Grant said sternly, "I will inform you when the master wakes up."

The witcher didn't wake up Ser Ignatius immediately, Leto decided to search the side room and basement again, and Roy quietly left Amavit Castle.

"Mrs. Mary's coffin was examined before. Now you go to the Velieris family crypt to examine the coffins of the other three women, Ignacio's grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-grandmother Jennifer. Make sure their bodies are still there. ."

In this way, the two witcher soldiers split into two groups and acted independently.

...

After the two of them were busy with the work at hand, Ignacio also woke up and met them again on the top floor.

"Grandmother's mirror? To be honest with the master, I really have some impressions." Ignacio recalled, "When I was a child, Marie told me that the mirror left by the great grandmother was made by her own hands and had special characteristics. Memorial significance. This mirror is specially kept by the daughters of the family. After the death of the great-grandmother, it was passed on to the great-grandmother, the great-grandmother passed it on to the grandmother, and the grandmother passed it on to my mother. It is equivalent to a family heirloom. "Ignacio wondered, "Is it Is this mirror weird?"

Roy nodded, "Where's the mirror?"

"Speaking of which, the two masters have seen it." Ignacio suddenly showed a hint of sadness, "It's in Florian's room."

"what?"

"After Florian died, my mother, Mary, was going to leave his room for her next child. Mary had a premonition that the child was a girl and the mirror was for her. But I didn't expect the child to die unexpectedly, and Mary also Couldn't survive the difficult labor."

"My condolences, ser, we will help you out of the doom that haunts your body."

"hope so."

Ignacio and the two rushed to Florian's room, and they saw the mirror next to the wardrobe. The two witchers had actually checked the mirror before and found nothing unusual.

"Maybe the inspection method is wrong..." Roy leaned over. This mirror is as tall as a person. It is rectangular as a whole, as thick as the face of a palm, with slightly inwardly shrunk arcs on both sides, and is surrounded by platinum-gold copper frames. The mirror surface is smooth and flat, and it doesn't look like it has gone through two hundred years.

Mirror

A magical mirror with an ominous aura wrapped around its surface.

...

"The glass material and manufacturing process are unusual..." Roy finished his observation, rubbed his palms against the mirror surface, and turned to look at Ignacio, "But it doesn't seem strange just by looking at it, can we open it?

"If you can solve this trouble, you two can do it!" Ignacio gritted his teeth and nodded, "Mary has passed away, and there are no female relatives at home. What's the point of leaving it? Let's do it."

A mirror made of glass is as hard as steel. The bald man put the mirror face down on the ground, and then tapped the back of the mirror with a steel sword.

When he stopped the movement in his hand, the mirror was actually intact.

"There is indeed a problem."

The two exchanged glances, and put Quinn on their bodies between the five fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the left hand slammed towards the mirror!

"Bang!" After the short and dull air burst, Alder smashed the mirror into a pile of shattered glass debris, which piled up all over the floor.

The witcher's pupils swept through the debris, and instantly found an abnormal bulge.

"This is—" Leto put on iron gloves to brush away the glass slag, and the next moment, a small dark brown book was exposed in the sight of the three of them. This manual is the size of a palm, and I don't know what material it is made of.

The three of them formed a circle curiously, and Leto read out the twisted tadpole-like words on the surface of the manual, "The Book of Bones..."

He turned straight to the first page.

Immediately, a fishy smell that made people want to vomit came out, like a corpse that had been rotting and fermented for an unknown number of days. Ignacio immediately covered his throat and retched, while the two witchers sniffed, feeling that they were not holding a book, but a pile of sticky blood and minced meat.

At the same time, on the first page, the blood-red words came into view, and the cold warning seemed to come from hell.

"Those who read this book, the descendants of the descendants, are plagued by bad luck and perish forever!"