God-level Demon Hunter

After speaking, he strode over the wooden fence and walked into the classroom.

Ke En stared at his back, looked around the quiet and peaceful Gawain House, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

Chapter 29 Return to Sintra

The time quietly came to mid-September of 1262.

Roy stayed in Nuocheng for another month.

During this period, the master alchemist Kalkstein overcame a difficulty in improving the grass trial that had troubled Rita Nieder for a long time.

If this research efficiency is maintained, in the first half of next year, reserve demon hunter apprentices will be able to use a new type of universal prodrug, which will further increase the survival rate of the trial, and they will no longer have to worry about which school of herbal decoction to choose in the future.

The "Advanced Vampire Decoction" project that Lei Suo and Kayan participated in is also progressing steadily. After the two finish their teaching work every day, they will immediately go to the laboratory under the temple island, and work together with the master alchemist until the early morning.

However, the high-spirited body is full of secrets... Blood, organs, and mutant tissues, each part is an extremely complicated "maze", which requires a lot of time to analyze and characterize, and there will not be much progress in the short term.

During this month, Cohen gave everyone a surprise.

The "old boy" of the Griffin faction got rid of the predicament of love, and returned to the gluey state of first love with Iggesena.

Out of gratitude and some other reasons, he agreed to Roy's request, and would make a special trip to Gawain's House every afternoon to teach the demon hunters the skill of double sign.

No one can resist the allure of the Griffin secrets...

The ten demon hunters who stayed in the school, including Roy, were all addicted to it.

This secret technique of two-handed spellcasting does not focus on talent, but only on proficiency in seals...

Serrit, Vesemir, and Geralt learn the fastest...

Roy, who has outstanding elemental talent but a low skill level, has become the one who is holding back, and is often ridiculed mercilessly by Lambert.

A month later, he barely mastered the two-handed spellcasting skills of the seven seals... The secret method of the Griffin sect was upgraded from Lv5 to Lv6.

The power of releasing the seal with two hands is twice as powerful as that of one hand, but the magic power consumed has also increased from 20 points to 40 points.

Moreover, the release speed is much slower than that of a single hand seal. If it is to be used in actual combat, Roy is still far behind.

……

At this time, two months have passed since Dandelion and Oakes went to Toussaint.

But there was no news of the two of them, and they seemed to be completely addicted to the gentle hometown of a foreign country, and everyone was faintly worried.

……

Another morning, black cotton candy-like cumulonimbus clouds hung in the overcast sky.

The weeping willows stained with dewdrops gently brushed the cheeks.

Roy and Geralt stood in the courtyard of the Gawain House, dressed uncharacteristically—a blue round-neck tunic with a crocodile leather belt, and red tight trousers with boots.

Weapons and pendants are stored away and carefully shaved.

Ignoring the color of their pupils, they are just two little nobles, and they are in better shape than other nobles who are addicted to alcohol and women.

The sorceress was stuffing a disposable portal into Roy's hand, biting her ear to explain something.

Roy nodded from time to time, as if he was concentrating on listening, but other images flashed in his mind.

During this month.

Triss contacted him twice through the telescope, according to his strict rules of time from [-] pm to [-] pm every day - it is impossible to have any intersection with the coral to avoid misunderstanding.

The effect of the mandrake completely faded, and Triss's tone and demeanor finally returned to normal, like chatting with friends, talking about the recent situation, and the changes in Vizima——Princess Adda received it from nowhere message, alerting Foltest to the threat of Nilfgaard.

At the same time, Kayla Metz submitted Grufffeld's diary.

The two-pronged approach finally attracted the attention of the king of Temeria. After discussing with the royal council, he made an unprecedented decision-send scouts to Mount Amer to explore the reality of the southern empire...

This gave Roy a surprise.

However, whether Temeria will eventually intervene in this battle is still unknown.

……

Three wolves sent witchers to stand in front of Geralt.

"Seriously, buddy," Lambert said with a serious face, stroking his light black hair back, "Take me to Sintra, and if that old woman dares to object, we will secretly lead the little princess to you." Back to Novigrad!"

"Anyway, according to Roy's prophecy, that small country will perish in a short time...don't worry about offending it!"

Escal shook his head and said in a low voice, "Sintra of Calanthe is doomed to perish, and you still forcibly abducted his granddaughter?"

"We can't afford to play tricks with a poor old woman. There must be a gentler way!"

Escal recalled the origin of the terrible scar on his face, and said with deep emotion, "You must not force the Child of Destiny...or you will be severely punished by fate!"

"Didn't you hear what Geralt said? That old woman is like a stone in the toilet... Let's make a bet, just bet on all the pastimes this month, whoever loses will pay - I bet Calanthe will never hand over Ciri !"

"What is your plan?" Vesemir glanced at his first disciple.

He had only recently heard that this guy had a Destiny Daughter.

Over the years, Geralt had covered it tightly enough that he never revealed it to his companions.

The white wolf's gaze turned to the open space beside the alder forest outside the fence of Gawain's House.

A group of dwarves recommended by Butcher Cleaver are clanging hammers and shovels, building houses with wood, and preparing for the expansion of students in the coming year.

The prototype of the three houses can be vaguely seen.

"I discussed it with Roy. Let's meet Calanthe first... We knew of her tragic end in the future, but we didn't remind her. Heli would definitely complain about her in the future."

"On this trip, he and I are just two people. Too many people will cause unnecessary vigilance!"

The white wolf glanced at the gloomy sky, and stretched out his right hand to feel in mid-air. There was no wind, and it was a little stuffy, and the environment became extremely oppressive, causing a feeling of sullenness in the chest.

"It's about time we started, or the rain is going to fall."

"Boom!"

The wind was blowing in the courtyard of Gawain House!

A square door inlaid with gold edged out of the void.

A group of children leaned over the window and looked around.

The two waved their hands and jumped into the portal one after the other.

……

After almost three seconds of dizziness.

The two witchers opened their eyes, and suddenly from the quiet wilderness, they entered a luxurious room with a velvet bed, a luxurious vanity mirror, a pile of colorful lipsticks, and an astonishingly large wardrobe.

"Ouch..." Geralt bent down and supported his knees and retched, slightly recovering from the intense discomfort of the teleportation, looked around, and asked in admiration, "How many safe houses does Rita Need have?"

Roy stroked the black hair on his forehead to his ears, put on sunglasses, and rubbed Golfin Kite in the hood comfortingly, "As far as I know, there are quite a few safe houses for Yennefer."

"Also often used for dating."

"Give me enough time! Can't prophecy be used on the right path? Don't keep mentioning her to me, let's go!"

……

The streets of Sintra are extremely spacious, and the hard bluestone roads are not inferior to those of Nordic City.The surrounding buildings are simple and elegant. The walls of the houses are all tall and thick with stones with distinct textures, and there are no redundant pattern decorations on the windows of the houses.

A refreshing sea breeze with the smell of sea salt blows from the west.

The two witchers crossed the long street, looking around.

Because it is adjacent to the sea and maintains a good alliance with the Skelliger Islands on the sea, the people of Sintra are more or less infected with the tough atmosphere of the islanders. A man with two big arms and cheeks that were rough and flushed by the sea wind.

There is also a woman with a high chest and a big grin.

They headed to the north of Sintra City, on the lonely cliff on the coast, to the majestic castle.

Along the way, something unusual was found.

Compared with the past, there are surprisingly many heavily armed soldiers in the streets and alleys at this time. They walked through the long street in armor, patrolling repeatedly, with vigilant eyes, as if they were protecting some important person.

Later, the two discovered the reason when they observed the drawbridge on the moat outside the gate of Sintra Castle.

There are many flags hanging on both sides of the suspension bridge, and the flags are fluttering under the sea breeze, but the stretched pattern is not the three lions flag on the blue background of Sintra——

Soden's regular octagonal ruby ​​flag, Verdon's black and yellow square interlaced flag, Brugge's green-backed white cross flag...even the flags of Leiria and Livia, Toussaint...

"So the alliance meeting in Sintra hasn't finished yet?" Roy looked thoughtfully at the row of soldiers with crossed halberds in front of the gate, "We have to find a way to sneak in."

"Let me alone," Geralt straightened his round neck and smoothed a coat of arms on his chest - a marching black bear with a girl dressed in sky blue on his back, "from the nameless land Land, Ravis, the lord of Fourhorn City, clears the way for you."

Chapter 30 Secret Infiltration

"Whoever is coming, stop immediately." In front of the drawbridge of the castle, a poker-faced soldier in gray chain armor and holding a halberd stopped Geralt's way. His eyes under the silver helmet swept over the two of them restrainedly, " What is the purpose of visiting the Royal Palace of Sintra?"

"Cough, cough..." Geralt cleared his throat, looked over the guard's shoulders, and there are patrolling soldiers not far behind, which is not conducive to using the Axii sign, "I am the fourth horn appointed by Queen Calanthe The lord of the city, Ravis, this is my servant, this time he came to visit the queen and His Majesty, and there is something important to report, the situation is extremely urgent, please pass it on to the two of you."

The poker-faced guard froze for a moment, and exchanged glances with his bulbous-nosed companion.

Hell, where'd they ever heard of "Four Corners"? They'd never heard of it.

But seeing the white wolf's calm face, and mentioning Queen Calanthe's hand-picked appointment, the guard felt a little uneasy, as if it was a huge sin for him not to report.

"This... Your Excellency the lord of the Fourth Horn City. Your Majesty is having a meeting with many noble kings and ambassadors... If you don't have an invitation letter, please wait until the meeting is over and I will send you a message."

"It's my duty, please understand and understand, I will leave now."

After speaking, the two halberds were closed again.

The doorman resumed his poker face and ignored it.

……

"Ahem," the two demon hunters left the hill where the castle was located in disgrace.

Roy said jokingly, "Master Ravis, your title of lord of the Four Corners City seems not very useful? When will you bring your servants into the castle to see the world again?"

"Dude, this is not a random name. Many years ago..." Geralt recalled, "Queen Calanthe held a ceremony for her daughter to choose a son-in-law. I participated with this title. But the time gap It's too long ago, these soldiers probably can't remember."

"Honestly wait and see. Queen Calanthe will definitely receive me when she hears this name."

"Maybe she will drive you away! Her Majesty has been worried that you will take Ciri away! I have a better idea." Roy looked at the window on the seaside side of the castle, "You stay here, I will go in first to check Happening."

How did the two rulers of Sintra chat with representatives of other countries?

"Don't mess around, Roy..." Geralt was taken aback, and quickly tried to persuade him, "Break in rashly, if we are caught, our trip will have to end early. "

"Have I ever let you down? Geralt, I promise there will be no accidents!" Roy reached out and grabbed the gray silent cloak from the void, draped it behind him and took out a crossbow.

……

The sunlight covered the castle by the cliff with a light golden gauze.

A sparrowhawk fluttered across the sky with its dark gray wings, and flew into an open window on the mottled city wall covered with green vines and weathered by time.

"Whoosh-"

A silver crossbow shot out from the coastal reef, spanned tens of meters in an instant, and fell exactly into the same window.

"Shua..." The slender figure on the rock below immediately disappeared into the air.

When he reappeared, he was already inside the castle, with a corridor covered with a luxurious red carpet in the center.

On the gray walls on both sides, there are precious oil paintings and specimens of wild animals such as deer, tigers, and crocodiles. Near the walls, there are huge vases and armor booths.

On the opened windows that almost reach the ceiling, there are light-colored, elegant and dignified patterns.

Golfin Sparrowhawk hopped along the front of the corridor,

Roy put on a pair of sticky gloves and sticky boots produced by a master alchemist. The five fingers of his left hand drew two seals in succession, covering his whole body with golden and pitch-black rays of light.

After sprinting for a short distance, he suddenly jumped along the side wall, and climbed to the ceiling more than five meters above the ground in one breath, sticking to the pillar, and moving quickly with both hands and feet.

His voice and body odor were muffled by his cloak of silence and his shield, and he was as quick and quiet as a spider.

If someone looks up in the dark corridor, they can only see a blurry gray shadow on the ceiling.

With the help of Golfin, Roy passed ten patrolling soldiers, guards, and wooden doors on the wall—they led to nowhere, and the number was so dizzying.

Sintra Castle is like a maze, and it is easy to get lost if you are not an acquaintance.

But he had been here before, for a month as the princess's companion, just in case he had already memorized the layout of the room by heart.