The Divine Hunter

Chapter 621: Agreement

[TL: Asuka]

[PR: Ash]

“I will need your essence. Your blood.” Roy stared at the sickly face. He said, “You hail from another world. Your blood carries the scent of your homeland. It shares a deep connection with that planet. It’s a waypoint.”

The Elder fell into silence, and he stopped moving. He felt like deep winter personified. Regis had regained his bearings. He heard the conversation, and he blanched in horror. A witcher is asking the Elder for his essence to send him home? That sounds like a horror story.

“If I can use the gate in this abode, I am confident I can get you home,” Roy said.

The Unseen Elder cocked his nonexistent eyebrow. “You know that gate?”

“Of course. It’s a passage that connects your birthplace to this world. Pity it shut down completely after the Conjunction. I can reboot it, however. With it as a starting point, I can leap from this place and reach your home planet easier.”

The gate was an ancient and mysterious teleportation device. It could activate the Elder Blood’s power to its maximum and increase the number of beings that could be teleported as well as keep the portal open for a longer time. From what Roy knew, a gate existed in the world of the Wild Hunt as well. As the Wild Hunt slowly lost the power to traverse different worlds, they had to rely on those who had Elder Blood as pilots to open the gate. They would then turn their brethren who’d gone through the gate into phantoms and continue pilfering other worlds.

“And that is how the plan will work.” Roy’s explanation ended, and a long silence followed.

The Unseen Elder was musing over his options, slivers of black smoke dancing around him like jackdaws. In the end, he asked hoarsely, “What do you desire?” His eyes twinkled, as if telling the witcher to keep his greed in check.

“I am a fair person.” Roy smiled. At this point, his plan was halfway to completion, but it was not the time to rest on his laurels. The latter half was the crucial part. “Helping you return to your world costs a heavy price, so I have some minor requests of my own. First, no matter the outcome, the case of Gruffyd will come to an end. You will not demand any more answers about his death from me or my companions.”

The Elder tacitly agreed.

“Two, if I do manage to carve a return path for you, then I’d like…” Roy turned to Regis, who was eavesdropping, and smiled, then he said, “for all the higher vampires in your tribe to serve me for fifty years. Just fifty years.”

Just fifty years.

That last part echoed in the air, and the flames swayed. The Unseen Elder stood petrified. Regis’ jaw dropped, and goosebumps coursed through his skin. The arrogance. He wants to turn the Elder into his slave and humiliate him. Please visit fr𝐞𝐞wn.𝒸o𝔪 website to read fastest update

“You want me and my brethren to serve a witcher… for fifty years?” Wrinkles spread throughout the Elder’s face. Its maw opened up, and the winds coming through the cracks between his teeth almost gobbled Roy up. “Damn you!” A pair of arms, broken into multiple pieces shot out of the Elder’s back. Webs with black fur on it quickly formed on the arms, and they turned into a pair of gigantic bat wings a moment later. The wings flapped, and black smoke flew into the air before spreading out like a hurricane. Eventually, the smoke covered the whole chamber.

Roy looked dark. A second Unseen Elder? Why’d he show up all of a sudden? He looked at the two Elders, his mind racing. Judging from what he said earlier, he didn’t come for a fight. If he did, I’d just take out both of them. But then he had another question. Regis told me there’s supposed to be three elders. Why didn’t the third just show up? And where is Regis, anyway? Roy looked around and found the barber-surgeon in the corner. He was grimy and unconscious. The power shown by the Elder affected his kin more.

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“Trayche… Elder of Garasham… You invade my domain… instead of staying… in Toussaint? You… question… my decision?”

The Elder who fought Roy earlier had an icy look, but he eased up a little, his rage held down by force.

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“This isn’t… your personal desire… This is… my life’s… wish. It has been… fifteen hundred… years. The second Conjunction… might not come. Even if it… does… how long… do we have to… wait? Two hundred years? Three… hundred? Or… a thousand? I… have had enough… of waiting.”

The Elders met eyes. Not budging, Trayche said, “Don’t you feel it? The chill is coming fast… to this world… The era of the White Frost… is coming.”

Roy was engrossed in the conversation. He was surprised an Unseen Elder knew of the White Frost. “If the White Frost… descends before the… Conjunction… We will… slumber within the cold… never to return… It has been more than… two thousand years… yet you still know not… how to see the… big picture?”

Sif fell silent, crossing his chest. The smoke and wings disappeared. Trayche nodded and turned to the witcher. He was calm, but his eyes were icy, as if he wanted to see through the witcher. “Witcher… not everyone… has the privilege… to negotiate… with us… But you possess… the Elder Blood… You are no… mere mortal… You possess something… I cannot see… We can agree to your terms… but you must make amends…”

Roy was looking a little better. He put his sword down. That’s how you negotiate. He nodded at Trayche, telling him to continue.

“Exclude me… and Sif… from the agreement… Should we return successfully… the members of Unseen and Garasham… will serve you… for twenty years… You may summon them… anytime you wish… They will follow… your every order… save for the killing… of their own… We will make a blood pact… for you… Once the pact is done… you will have the rune… to command the higher vampires… Should you break your word… the rune will curse your bloodline.”

Curses? I’m not afraid of them. But I have questions. He looked at the Elder who just came. “Twenty years is not a long time for you two. It’s like taking a nap.” I can use the Elders to fight the Wild Hunt and White Frost then. “Why did you refuse? Why did you want me to exclude you two from the contract?”

The Elders exchanged a quiet look, and one of them explained, “The Elders… only obey… those with superior… bloodline… And… many years ago… Faromir, Elder of Kovir… made a deal… with a cunning merchant… to pioneer… He was tricked… by the loophole… He never came home… and we cannot feel him anymore… That is why… we do not enter… pacts of the same nature… anymore.”

Roy was shocked. A cunning merchant? Who else but the Master of Mirrors? That skinhead devil actually tricked an Unseen Elder? So that’s why only two showed up.

“So… what do you… think?”

The Elders looked at Roy. The witcher could feel the anticipation and something else hiding within their gaze. If he said no, he would have to kill them both before he could leave this place, but that wasn’t what he came here for. He came to gather allies, not make enemies. Enslaving the Elders was just Plan A. Temperamental beings like them would only hinder more than help if he made them stay. He didn’t mind giving that part up. What he needed was allies who would do his bidding. Obedient higher vampires, so to speak.

He turned to the Elders and smiled, as if the conflict earlier hadn’t happened. “We have a deal. Now tell me in detail about your blood pact. And take me to the gate. We need to prepare for the teleportation.”

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