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The Divine Hunter CH 27

Author:Roy Category:urban Update time:2023-01-02 13:40:07

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Letho looked exhausted, his body covered with minor cuts.

“The hym is dead.” He showed his hand to the dwarf, revealing a handful of grey powder that emanated a faint, unpleasant smell.

When Roy recognized the familiar scent coming from the powder, he smiled.

I knew it, he thought.

“Thank you, Letho!” Seville took the handful of powder and squeezed it, venting his fear out on it.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he could finally be at ease now.

Letho was far stronger than hed thought, and a chill ran down his spine when he recalled how intense the battle had been.

But it worked out for the best.

The monster that has haunted me for months is dead.

Im a free dwarf.

He tossed the ashes into the air and took out a note from his pocket.

“This is your reward.” He handed it to Letho with gratitude.

“You can exchange these for crowns in any Vivaldi, Giancardi, or Cianfanelli Bank.”

Letho glanced at the amount written on the note before pocketing it.

He knew where the dwarven banks were; they had branches in almost every city.

“Witcher, Roy.

Us dwarves have always supported the rebels from the shadows.

Its to balance the forces in Aldersberg.

Civilians and merchants alike can profit from it.

If anyone were to find out that Vernon Ryan, the leader of the revolutionists, died in my wine cellar, the Mahakaman dwarves would be seen as the barons forces.

The balance will be broken.

Thats why you must keep this a secret.”

“Of course,” Letho answered.

“I will not tarnish the name of the Viper School.”

“You have my word too,” Roy chimed in.

Then Seville gave them a deep bow.

“I shall remember what you did for me today.

From now on, youll be my honored guests.

My door is open for you anytime.

But lets put formalities aside.

Its getting late, so why dont I treat you to lunch”

“Thank you for your generosity, Mr.

Seville, but this is just business.

Since youve paid us, you owe us nothing anymore.” Letho hadnt taken the compliment.

“Though, we wouldnt mind a meal.”

***

Seville left them for a while after theyd returned to the great hall.

Roy looked at Letho curiously, as if surprised Letho would lie.

Letho didnt do anything at first, but he was angered when Roy wouldnt take his eyes off him. 

“Is there really a demon in the cellar” Roy whispered.

Lethos reply was a look of surprise.

“What do you think”

“Those werent the remains of a hym.

They were wyvern feces, werent they Id smelled that for nights.

That mustve been what that was.” Roy was fairly certain that theashes of the hym Letho gave Seville was the same thing he used to chase wild animals away when they were camping in the wilds — wyvern feces.

“Since he wants to get rid of a demon, I created one for him andkilled it.

Gives him peace of mind, and I hold up my end of the deal.

Hell never be at peace if we neverkill the demon.” Letho paused.

“Youll get it when youre older.

Sometimes, the darkness within someones heart is more terrifying than the monsters we hunt.

Now that weve completed the request, Seville can at least sleep well.” Letho looked up at the illuminated ceiling as he lamented the dwarfs experience.

Can Seville really sleep after we got rid of that imaginary hym for him Roy had his misgivings.

But Lethos the experienced one here.

He has better judgment than I do.

“I have another question.

How did you make that hym shadow I was almost fooled.”

After hearing the question, Letho extended his hands out quietly, his calloused fingers entwining together, and they danced like a butterfly before the candlelight. 

“Letho, you can start a career at the theater whenever you retire from being a witcher.”

***

Seville, Letho, and Roy were having lunch in the great hall.

After the threat had been eliminated, Seville finally became more talkative, though he only spoke of his experience in Mahakam and the interesting things there.

The dwarves homeland stayed neutral no matter how serious the Northern Wars became.

Because of that, they managed to survive for a long period of time.

No matter if it was Aedirn in the east, Temeria in the north, or Nilfgaard in the south, none managed to conquer the Mahakaman dwarves.

Aside from wine, Mahakam had their ore.

More than half of the ore, foundries, and forges were in Mahakam.

They had countless master blacksmiths who produced the best steel and weapons in the north.

Any nation who would dare challenge the autonomy of the dwarves would incur their wrath.

That nation would never get any weapons or equipment from Mahakam.

That fact alone ensured their prosperity.

On a side note, dwarves couldnt reproduce as fast as humans did, and they would only mature at fifty-five.

Since they werent enough to conquer, they were fine living in Mahakam.

Dwarves had the best lives amongst non-human races, at least in that era.

However, there were also those whod left their homeland or joined the underground group of Scoiatael.

Theyd gotten involved in robberies or worked as bankers, traders, or blacksmiths in human settlements.

Even though their own brethren looked down on them, their talents at least provided a good life for them.

There was a hint of pride and envy in Sevilles voice at that point.

As the dealer for wine, he had far less clout than weapon or ore dealers.

Seville hadnt stopped talking once hed gotten into the mood.

He would occasionally ask Letho about his life and praise him in an attempt to leave a good impression.

It was a good lunch.

“I point my weapons at my enemies, but I toast my friends.

Have another drink with me, my friends.” After their meal, Seville came up to them and pretended to hesitate.

“I have one other request.”

“You cant be thinking about us disposing of that corpse for you, can you” Roy said jokingly. 

But Sevilles eyes lit up.

“I expected nothing less from Lethos assistant.

That is what I have in mind.”

What Dispose of the rebel leaders corpse Roy shook his head incessantly without even thinking.

Just because we shared a meal doesnt mean we have to risk our lives for you. 

“I heard that the revolutionists are going to have a protest march this afternoon.

Theyre going to force the baron to release the guy who died in your barrel,” Roy said.

Doing this at this point is suicide.

Seville didnt give up.

He looked at Letho pleadingly, but Letho shrugged after just one moment.

“Sorry, but that isnt what we witchers are great at.

Cant make that money, Im afraid.

You can ask someone else for that.

Besides, youre powerful enough to find a way to get rid of the corpse.

We wont be interfering.”

Seville caressed his beard, looking vexed.

“Even though the barons army has searched my residence, they might come again.

Honestly, the barons listed me as someone to be kept under surveillance.

His eyes will be on me the moment I leave my residence, and I dont want anyone else to find out about this secret.

I cant trust anyone but you two.”

“If its really that hard, why dont you just find a spot to burn the corpse” Roy suggested.

Seville shook his head.

“He died because of my oversight.

If I defile my friends remains, Ill never find peace.

I want to make it up to him by giving him back to the revolutionists.

But you cant let them know Im related to this.”

“No,” Letho said, refusing him firmly.

Sending their leaders body back to them isnt an act of charity; its an insult.

Even if we ignore the dangers along the way, and the revolutionists who can show up whenever they want, how are we supposed to get away once we make the delivery 

The dwarf stared down in humility, then looked at them expectantly.

His gaze sent a chill down Roys spine, but Roy brainstormed and came up with a plan.

“Let me think about it.

How big is the barrel that contains the corpse”

Seville told Roy the measurements.

Hed known his wine cellar for decades.

Seville knew every barrels measurement by heart.

“Do you have any ideas, Roy” Even Letho cant find a way around it.

Can this plain, young man do it

Roy pondered about it in silence.

Thanks to his knowledge of maths from his past life, he managed to calculate the barrels size.

It could fit in his inventory space, albeit barely.

However, he wasnt sure if it was fine to intervene, so he glanced at Letho, and the witcher shook his head. 

“Sorry, Mr.

Seville.

I cant do it.”

Seville was crestfallen.

“Very well, then.

I wont impose myself further.

But if you have a change of heart, youre welcome here anytime.

If you can help me with this matter, you shall be my sworn friends for life.”

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