God-level Demon Hunter

The cat vulture smiled disdainfully.

Another delusional person.

Longevity and superhuman strength deserve a price.

This guy is too naive.

However, Kaiyan felt the same way and nodded involuntarily. His greatest wish now is to restore his normal appearance.

"The forging genius of the wolf school finally betrayed the school unswervingly, and ten horses could not be pulled back." Geralt said to himself with a sad face, "Berengar still has no idea at all. "

Eskar and Lambert bowed their heads, recalling the past with Berengar.

"Three, you have been with him for decades, are you sure you can convince him? Or Vesemir will come out?"

The three shook their heads tacitly.

"Unless you pick up the jar containing dijing from the river again and make a wish for him."

Geralt squinted, a look of remorse flashing across his pale cheeks.

Once he had the opportunity to fulfill three wishes, but wasted two of them stupidly.

The last one, because of the brain of the sperm, created a relationship that lasts to this day, which is unforgettable, intertwined with pain and joy.

……

So Roy ranked Berengar's name last, which meant that it was the most difficult to win over.

"So at this stage, the known demon hunters who are suitable for introduction to the Brotherhood are here: Cat Pai Aiden, Kyle Siren's Griffin Demon Hunter, Vizima's Berengar... "Roy pondered,

"When the preliminary work of the orphanage is completed, the brotherhood will immediately send people to contact and lobby."

"Roy, be more flexible. There are more than these three demon hunters. Let's post a notice on the bulletin board in Nuocheng! Just make up a commission and wait for the demon hunter to find it by himself." Oakes made a suggestion, " In this bustling city, there is a huge flow of people, and in a few months, there should be other guys coming to your door!"

……

After founding an orphanage and uniting veteran witchers.

A third topic was mentioned.

"Roy, back then you promised in Kaer Morhen that while cultivating apprentices, you would improve the mutation formula and reduce the death rate in the Grass Trial," Escal asked, "The alchemy laboratory of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood is not large Little, where is the resident mage?"

Several pairs of eyes turned around.

Some were nervous, and some teased and winked at him.

Without the assistance of a mage, this start-up organization is no different from the previous school.

Doomed not to develop.

"Don't worry everyone," Roy walked around the rectangular table with his head held high, his chin slightly raised, pretending to be calm and confident, "I have several candidates in my mind, warlock, alchemist, druid...but They have to be pulled over one by one. If you don’t believe me, ask the cat vulture.”

"Flierus has met the sorceress and made a contract with her. Soon, she will host the Grass Trial for the little apprentice Karl of the Cat Sect!"

The cat vulture nodded emphatically.

Only then did the wolf faction slightly dispel the doubts in their hearts, and at the same time, they harbored expectations.

This vulture's apprentice will probably be the first newcomer to pass the Grass Trial after the establishment of the Brotherhood.

My heart was inexplicably excited and excited.

I haven't seen a successful trial in too long.

The Wolf faction desperately needs an encouragement to affirm their choice!

"And Geralt, don't just talk about me," Roy changed the subject, causing trouble to come out. "I think you can try Yennefer in sleeping clothes and let him join the brotherhood. If I remember correctly, she She should be working as a royal advisor in Vangerburg, the capital of Aedirn, right? If she comes to Nuo City as a resident mage, the two of you will be able to stay together forever."

"Ahem..." White Wolf waved his hands in embarrassment, and explained, "Ye Naifa and I have been separated for many years and have not been in touch for a long time. She does not owe me anything. Because of the unpleasant experience before the separation, she even It's possible to hate me, hate me. I'm going to ask her, it's just the opposite."

Roy stroked his chin.

This pair of lovers who were happy, parted and reunited, and finally got together. They regarded Xili as their daughter, and as a link, played a huge role.

Now that Ciri is missing, it is probably more difficult for this entangled tsundere man to convince Ye Naifa than to defeat a high-ranking vampire.

"Forget it, we'll talk about Ye Naifa later."

The dark gold pupils swept across the crowd one by one,

"Today, we established the purpose of the fraternity, the rules and regulations, and the short-term goals."

"Then the Witcher Brotherhood is officially established!"

Roy grabbed it and took out a bottle of white wine produced on the outskirts of Nuocheng, which came from the dance hall.

Fill the glasses in front of everyone.

"Let's have a toast, for today's important day, the beginning of everything!"

"Wait!" Serrit said suddenly, "Boy, you overlooked a huge problem."

"Our organization has been established. Members are called brothers and are on an equal footing. However, among the brothers, there is one who is the oldest."

Serrit said loudly,

"We need a leader! He doesn't have to make demands in every detail."

"But he must guide the future direction of the Brotherhood!"

"Schedule future jobs!"

"Avoid invincible risks!"

"When the result cannot be discussed internally, he will make the final decision!"

"Lead the fraternity on the right path to glory!"

Amber pupils scanned everyone one by one, Serrit said, "One of us, who is the most suitable, what do you think?"

"Come to an internal competition and use strength to determine the leader?" Oakes is gearing up, looking eager to try.

Serrit immediately gave the guy a hard look.

But Geralt objected, "Since the Brotherhood has been established, the leader should not be judged by fighting alone."

"Big fists don't necessarily mean good brains," Lambert also rarely agrees, "I think voting is the most appropriate."

"Seconded!"

"But I have a small opinion," Lambert pursed his lips, "The difference in the number of people in each school will have a huge impact on the result."

The four Snake factions looked at each other.

Lambert is obviously talking about them.

"Dude, your thinking has already violated the sixth rule," the cat eagle said meaningfully, "only the formation of internal cliques will affect the vote."

"With no selfishness, naturally there is no need to worry."

"We swear by the reputation of the school and the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters...we will never be influenced by selfishness, and choose the most suitable leader..." Lei Suo took a deep breath. The Snake Sect had the largest number of people present, so he thought it was necessary to explain.

Keyan said some cruel words, "Didn't we discuss before that when the Brotherhood enters a stable development stage, the schools will be gradually eliminated, and all demon hunters will be integrated into one."

"There is no need to care about which school has more people."

Geralt patted Lambert on the shoulder, Escal also looked at him,

"You don't need any vows, just vote like this, one person, one vote."

"I fully trust you all..." Geralt showed a calm smile, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to Nordic City!"

Lambert no longer objected.

……

10 minute later.

count all votes

The final result is in.

Most of the witchers laughed.

Except for one.

"Are you serious?" Roy blushed, looking nervous for the first time, "Why me?!"

Everyone voted for him except himself!

"Little ghost, don't you understand why our group of people get together?" Lei Suo said happily.

Everyone's eyes flickered with splendor.

Yes, the youngest member is the most cohesive!

"Who told you to have the ability to predict the future?" Lambert was annoyed and funny, "Aside from you, a prophet, who else is suitable for this position?"

"But we're not here to listen to your orders!" the vulture said bluntly, and Kian nodded beside him, "You can only make a general direction!"

"And you decide that if you make a mistake?" said Oakes, grinning, "it must be punished!"

"Then let me raise my glass!" Geralt suddenly got up, picked up the crystal wine, "To the Witcher Brotherhood!"

Escal raised his wine glass high, and the rays of the setting sun outside the window illuminated faces slightly flushed with excitement.

Everyone shouted in unison!

"To the Witcher Brotherhood!"

"To Roy!"

"To Roy!"

Young people are messy in the wind.

At the same time, my heart is full of pride!

……

Chapter 4 The Orphanage

Geralt gazed at the lightening sky, the purple streaks of dawn already forming on the horizon.

The collector's luxury villa reveals a towering and straight silhouette in the not-too-distant horizon.

He recalled what he saw last night,

"Roy, thank you for everything you have done for Asker (Dandrian) during this time."

"Meet him?"

"Last night, Oakes took us to visit the pharmacy, and we went to the dance hall to enjoy a wonderful performance." Geralt had a hidden smile on his face, feeling sincerely happy for his old friend,

"Askell was still a libertine in his 30s. He spent his whole day away from work and prostituted himself everywhere, from noble daughters to washerwomen, and wooed almost every young woman he met."

"He has tastes comparable to Lambert's and for a long time I feared that he would one day escape from a balcony and fall to his death."

"Now I finally have a career that perfectly suits my heart...Thanks to your financial support, the dance hall can open up the situation."

"You underestimate Master Dan," Roy said with a smile, "even if he can't get along in Nuocheng, with his real talents and knowledge, he can return to Oxenfurt to be a decent professor at any time. And it's not for nothing, singing and dancing The restaurant has started to make a profit, and the bulk of the profit belongs to us."

"The most important thing is that Master Dan and his bard friends can improve the reputation of the demon hunters in Nordic City and help us carry out the orphanage operation."

The three wolf factions exchanged a look.

I have a little bit of agreement with the brotherhood leader and chief "prophet" who was just selected last night.

……

Outside the big iron gate of the villa, a fat man in a green cloak, the fat man who guarded the gate glanced at the cat vulture in the crowd, then bowed respectfully to greet him, and opened the door to let them pass.

"Master Olof is waiting for you masters, please come this way."

The servants of the villa lead the nine people across a garden with a central fountain pool and towering greenery on both sides, and into a villa with a gabled roof and colorfully painted exterior walls.

"Are they the collector's subordinates, or your subordinates?" Lambert glanced at the vulture in surprise. The dozen or so guards in the manor lowered their heads when they saw the witcher like a cat or mouse.

"In the past two months, I have often come to guide this group of elm heads." The cat vulture showed its pale teeth, and its gray-green pupils flashed a cold light. "They know what will happen if they offend me!"

The interior of the villa is luxuriously decorated, with top-quality Oufeier carpets from across the ocean, and luxurious decorations such as antique oil paintings and porcelain can be seen everywhere, which is a feast for the eyes.

However, there were not many servants in the house, and collectors obviously preferred a quiet environment.

When everyone came to the second floor, a man with purple hair, a pale and handsome face, and two well-groomed beards was sitting at his desk, browsing through a pile of bills and documents with a sad face.