God-level Demon Hunter

At the Sintra Bazaar, dozens of people were willing to pay a lot of money for the entrance fee just to see the "Petrified Lizard", but now Linus's behavior is more like letting his baby exhibit for free.

"It's not too late." Linus gritted his teeth, and stuffed a small business card into the leather pocket on the demon hunter's chest. "Although your Excellency killed me this time, if you still have the same business next time, you can come to me again!"

The witcher smiled heartily when he heard the words,

"Haha, Your Excellency's generosity is unforgettable. Next time we discuss business, I will definitely give you a discount. Allow me to say more, remember to go to Cidaris to find Dorrigare, and he will help you."

"hope so."

After the witcher watched Linus Peet leave, the princess of Cintra also disembarked from the boat surrounded by guards, her enthusiastic big green eyes blinked at the witcher, and she was still pacing Boots wanted to attract his attention, but was immediately pulled back by the round-faced girl.

Krause, who was the leader of the team, also gave the demon hunter a look that no strangers should enter, and led the crowd into the town of Podlog in a hurry.

Chapter 18 plan

As soon as they arrived at the city gate, the princess guards were respectfully welcomed into the carriage by the Podlog soldiers who had been waiting for a long time, but the witcher was left far behind and completely disappeared.

This made Ciri quite angry!

"Where am I going!?" Ciri lifted the curtain of the carriage, and asked impatiently as her big green eyes glanced at the tidy but monotonous road outside the carriage.

The little maid immediately put her hands together and begged pitifully,

"Your Highness, you must have been tired after traveling all the way. Why don't you go to the arranged place to rest for a day, and the ambassador from Verdon will send you to Nastrog to meet your fiancé when he arrives tomorrow."

Nastrog is located southwest of Verden, west of Podrog.It is also one of the military fortresses on the border between Verdon and Sintra, but it also has a special identity-the capital of Verdon.

King Evel and Prince Christine of Verdon settled here.

"It's unreasonable!" Ciri's face wrinkled into a ball, "I still have to hurry? This princess is really tired and doesn't want to move anymore. Let that fellow Christine come to see me in person!"

As he spoke, Ciri suddenly grabbed the tender flesh of the maid's cheek,

"I still have to correct a little mistake of yours! That fat man is not my fiance!"

Ciri smacked her lips, "How could I be engaged to him... Well, this time I'm going to make it clear to Uncle Evel that I don't want to marry that fat man."

"Om lord! You can't mess with this secret order of His Majesty the queen." The round-faced maid felt the gentle power of a massage on her face, and said vaguely,

"Damn it! Grandma loves me so much, why..." Ciri let go of her hand, waved her small fist angrily in front of the relieved maid, and snorted heavily, "Dare to lie to me, wait Go back to Sintra, I will chop... off your head, and those idiots outside!"

Outside the carriage, Clause, who was sitting next to the coachman, listened to his princess's complaints, his face changed, and he couldn't help but hang his head in shame.

After a while, his expression turned bitter.

What a shame to send one's own young princess to be engaged.He could almost imagine that when their engagement was announced to the world, it would be a day of shame for the royal family of Sintra.

It is obvious that Verden is a vassal state of Sintra, so how much more noble is Princess Sirila than the obese Prince of Verdon, Christine?

Today, however, it seems that priority is reversed, and they, the warriors of Cintra, have to give up the princess to gain the support of Verdon's military strength.

"Alas..." Krause, a veteran of Sintra, once again had a faint thought in his mind,

"Queen Calanthe is getting old, and she no longer has the determination and courage to face the aggressive southern overlord."

However, the queen just didn't want Cintra to follow in the footsteps of the Kingdom of Nasser.

……

A humble tavern in the city of Podlog.

"A glass of cherry wine..." Wearing a gray cloak, the tall and straight man knocked on the mottled wine table,

"Sorry, guest, are you a foreigner?"

"Ah."

"Our tavern doesn't produce kirsch, why not try the local specialty dark beer..."

"Forget it..." Roy shook his head. He never liked bitter beer, let alone the so-called malt aroma.He prefers fruit wine with a slightly sweet taste and low alcohol content. Although he was ridiculed by the three guys of Lei Suo for a long time because of this, he still remains the same.

"Then have a glass of cider and an order of grilled fish."

"Okay! Wait a moment!" The waiter at the tavern saw the man's dark golden eyes that were as cold as a beast, his heart sank, and he didn't dare to look closely, but he couldn't help mumbling when he turned around.

This strange man covered by a cloak seemed to have a cold feeling that strangers should not enter, but he did not expect that he liked the kind of wine drunk by women.

"It's really blind to this appearance!"

What the waiter didn't know was that when he lowered his voice, the guy behind him with abnormal hearing heard every word.

"Heh..." Roy smiled and didn't care. Now he almost ignored the gossip of others.

After finding out the address where Shirley was staying, he turned around Podlog. Naturally, Podlog is not as prosperous as Sintra City, but most of the barges here just use it as a transit point. The boat rushed to other cities without stopping, but there were many uniform military forts, so most of the people living in the city were army soldiers stationed here.

In broad daylight, there were not many people in the tavern, except for him, only sporadic tired soldiers patronized.

"Do you remember the batch of faces at noon?"

"My memory is still fresh, my good guy. There are more than a dozen big men with big arms and round waists. Judging from their physique and walking habits, they have obviously received military training."

Roy's ears perked up as the two soldiers leaned close and whispered.

"What is the identity of that tall man? What a ghost, I never knew that the captain could make such a stupid appearance, with his waist bent, and he was almost stuck to the ground."

"Are you blind? It's not the man who is noble, but the girl in the middle!"

After finishing speaking with a suppressed voice, the soldier looked vigilantly at the guests in the tavern, especially the shady man in the cloak. After a long time, he saw the man in the cloak with his face pressed against the wine glass, his eyes blurred, as if he was drunk.

He leaned close to his companion's ear and said something.

The latter's eyes widened, "It's a lie, can Weeden... have this honor?"

The soldier who revealed the news said proudly, "My brother-in-law works as a clerk in the baron's mansion. This is what he said, but it is almost the same. You wait, the paper will never cover the flames. This matter will be made public sooner or later." !"

"Harvest Festival!" The soldier on the opposite side suddenly brightened his eyes and grabbed a handful of messy hair. "It's not long before the Harvest Festival. Such a grand event must wait until the Harvest Festival is announced."

"That's right, what did the gaudy bard say? Congratulations on top of happiness, let's rejoice!"

"Also, you kid, keep your mouth shut. If you talk nonsense, I can't protect you!"

……

"Harvest Festival?" Roy licked the wine stains off the corner of his mouth eagerly, his heart swayed slightly, and he thought of the beautiful and charming sorceress Coral, with her soft-spoken and fiery body.

It's a pity that I shouldn't be able to make it to Kerak to attend the sorceress' appointment within the year.

"Well, it's important."

"Ciri, got engaged to Christine at Harvest?"

According to the "history" he knew well, the little guy would run away from the marriage on the way to the engagement, and then escape into the tree spirit's territory by mistake. people rescued.

And Ciri's savior is also one of the purposes of Roy's trip, the white-haired witcher of the wolf faction, Geralt.He once forgot to eat and sleep to play the leading role.

Geralt lifted the curse for Ciri's father, and appointed a reward using the law of accidents—the unborn child Ciri!

It can be said that Ciri is the daughter of fate of the white wolf.

……

In addition to getting in touch with the white wolf, this trip is also to see the legendary water of Brokleon that can transform dryads and stimulate the ancient blood.

Could this mysterious liquid transform the blood he obtained by swallowing the blood of the sun?

It's just that Roy still has concerns in his heart.Because of his previous actions and his involvement in Sintra, will the originally destined reunion of the father and daughter change?Or deviation.

Whether his insignificant butterfly will have an impact on China remains to be seen.

Thinking, he waved to the waiter.

"Does the guest want more wine?"

"Ask you something, what's east of Podlog City?"

"East...to the east?" The waiter froze,

"That's right..."

"It was a wasteland."

"And further east?"

"Guest, you can't go any further! You can't go further east! It's a forbidden area! I... I've heard that many lost travelers have strayed into it, and no one has been able to escape so far!"

The waiter was spitting, and suddenly his face was full of panic, "Some old hunters nearby have said that there are monsters screaming there, monsters that eat people! You don't mean to go to that place, do you?"

The waiter subconsciously moved a little away from the witcher.

The witcher threw him a crown, "Stop talking nonsense, what is that place?"

"Five miles to the east, there is a primeval forest. The old hunters call it Brokleon."

Chapter 19 Fly, Jervière!

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-"

Amidst the long crowing of the rooster, a light fish-belly white appeared in the sky.

On a certain roof, Roy, who was lying on the tiles like a corpse, opened his eyes. In the faint light, his pair of dark golden eyes shone with a faint light, and turned to the heavily guarded mansion not far away.

Almost at the same time, amidst the eager hoofbeats of "Dell, Del", the dust was flying, and the hoofbeats echoed in the long stone street, and a gorgeous carriage with a black and yellow coat of arms driving over.

The carriage stopped in front of the high-profile mansion, and a middle-aged man with a peaked round brim, a hat decorated with swan feathers, and a delicate mustache got out of the carriage and rushed into the house with great strides.

"Verdon's Fesnet is here, it's about time." Standing on the high ridge, the demon hunter was like lightning, with a rabbit rising and falling. After a few ups and downs, he appeared on a deserted flat land. .

……

"The jewel in the palm of Queen Calanthe, the lion cub of Cintra, Your Royal Highness Princess Sirila, Your Majesty..."

The hall of the mansion was magnificently illuminated by magic lamps. Ciri looked at the dusty man in front of her, yawned, and rubbed her slightly darkened eye circles. In [-], the "Princess and the Pea", who was not a delicate girl, was thinking about her engagement last night, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, but she rarely suffered from insomnia.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Your Royal Highness, I am the governor of His Majesty Ewell, Freixnet, and come to pick him up by His Majesty's order." Feixnet took off his hat and bowed to the princess, then knelt on one knee and held the princess's white hair. Little hands, gave a hand kiss.

"I will be fully responsible for your next itinerary. I swear on my life that I will escort you to Nastrog safely."

"Okay! Governor Fesnet, you came early enough!" Ciri pouted, and secretly rubbed the back of her hand on the delicate skirt. Seeing this, the round-faced maid next to her couldn't help it. The corner of the mouth curved.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. It is true that I came late, but I have not dared to neglect since the day I took over the order, and rushed over without stopping. Now, I haven't closed my eyes for two days and two nights."

When Feixnet raised his head, his bloodshot eyes were completely different from the well-maintained and pampered skin on his face, which was truly frightening.

"Hmph! These scoundrels!" Ciri stomped her feet, "I really wish I could go there sooner and get engaged to their fat prince. No, I won't marry that guy!" Ciri suppressed the anxiety in her heart and quietly Clenching his fists, his green eyes became firm, "Well, just follow the plan I made last night, and the method I have thought about will definitely be fine!"

However, Fesnet had another mind. When he learned that Calanthe had decided to let his granddaughter marry Verdon, he knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Verdon Kingdom, and it was also his chance.

An opportunity that can change destiny.

"After all, Calanthe is still afraid of the southern overlord, afraid that the Kingdom of Sintra, which she has managed all her life, will be completely annexed. It is a pity that this woman has a very strong temper, and her desire for power is greater than everything else."

If Calanth is willing to let go of his status and marry the powerful northern kingdom, the real northern powers such as Aedirn, Temeria, Kaedwen, and Redania, the crisis of Nilfgaard's invasion will be safe resolve.

It must be known that the monarchs of these four great countries have always coveted the Kingdom of Sintra, where the woman controls the government.

But Calanthe was unwilling. If she turned to Demavi, Foltest, or Henselt, or Vizimir II, it would be like leading a wolf into a house. Even if she survived the crisis of Nilfgaardian invasion, sooner or later It will be completely divided up by the monarch above.

And Calanthe is only 43 years old this year. He is strong and healthy and has never been troubled by diseases. At least he can rule for more than ten or twenty years in the name of his puppet husband Skellige's Tursek.

So she chose to marry the less powerful Verdon, which is across the Yaruga River from Sintra, and sacrificed her granddaughter to fulfill her desire to rule.

"If Prince Christine and Princess Sirilla are successfully engaged this time... At least in name, Verdon's heir will also have the opportunity to rule Cintra. Princess Sirira is young and easy to control. Besides, the world is impermanent, Ka Can Lancer guarantee that there will be no accidents?"

Feixnet's heart was burning hot, and the bloodshot pupils became more and more serious. "At that time, I will be the hero of Verdon and the Kingdom of Sintra!"

Therefore, Fesnet begged his sister, the queen of King Evel, and the queen also felt sorry for her brother who had been cursed to become a cormorant, and took on this glorious mission for him!

Although risks and opportunities coexist, if there is any mistake in the escort process, what awaits Sphinette will be His Majesty's gallows.

However, he thought that Her Royal Highness the Princess had already smuggled to Verdon safely, and the most dangerous journey was over, so it was naturally impossible for any accident to happen.

In the hall, the two people, who had their own ghosts, chatted for a while and then decided on the itinerary.

Soon, after breakfast, a team of two carriages and more than 20 horses left Podlog Governor's Mansion, left the city gate, and headed west towards Nastrog.

Not long after they set off, another person emerged from the grass not far from the city gate, and followed them furtively at a distance of almost a mile.

……

With the "delicate and expensive" princess in the convoy, the speed is not fast, and it is even quite slow.

And this just happened to be in Shirley's arms.