God-level Demon Hunter

He glanced at the demon hunter in awe, and a realization dawned in his heart that he must not go against this guy.

He put out all thoughts.

And Vesenna raised her slender willow eyebrows.

She felt a familiar breath from Roy just now, and then shook her head.

Must be an illusion.

……

"You won, witcher." After a full minute, the sheriff staggered to support his body, "Everything will be done as you said."

"I will release Geralt and Yurga now. After we have clarified with the people, you can take them 'away'!"

He emphasized his departure.

Roy didn't care either.

"Don't worry, I don't want to come to Mayenne again!"

……

Lite immediately called the soldiers outside the door and whispered something to him.

"You two, wait a moment, Yurga and Geralt will be here soon! I will leave this place to you for the time being. I have to visit the mayor."

Vesenna's face was relieved at first, and then a tangled look appeared on Weisenna's face, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"Follow your heart, lady."

"It's all here, you still want to escape?"

After listening to the witcher's words, she took a deep breath, walked to the window sill, and looked out the window with a stiff expression.

Leave the back to the witcher.

Chapter 20 I forgive you

The light of the torches danced on the dark walls.

"Geralt, can Master Roy do it? It's been three days, and there's no news. The bald tyrant is getting more and more ruthless, and he's going to take our skin off!" Yurga sat in the cold dungeon , Gulu Gulu swallowed a small life potion, a cool feeling instantly soothed the pain of being whipped on his back, narrowed his eyes, showing a sour expression.

"I'll explain it to you like this," Geralt looked at the corridor beyond the iron grille, feeling inexplicably anxious, as if some unknown fate was about to befall him, and there was a hint of anxiety in his tone, "Since I've known him and he's never let me down, well, he's always been able to do miracles."

The fat man patted his stomach in relief, and teased with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then I can rest assured, it seems that we should discuss the arrangements after escaping from prison."

"Maybe it's a sunny day when I get home, and Christide is drying salted fish or pickled vegetables in the yard... Does this conform to your law of accidents?"

"I still have to prepare a thank you gift for Master Roy! Gods bless you, please don't bring up any unexpected laws!" The fat man rolled his eyes, "I'll just give him a son and take him away!"

"It's needless to say that you can rescue us with superb skills, and you will be able to educate that bastard in the future!"

"Yurga, after leaving the prison, I have to wait. I need to find someone." Geralt interrupted him, the tension in his heart growing stronger.

"Who are you looking for, daughter?"

"Do not--"

"Geralt, Yurga!" A soldier pushed open the iron door and shouted loudly, and came to the two of them, his eyes under the helmet flashed with sobs, "lucky guy, I don't know how to talk to the doctor Get involved. She helped you convince Chief Leete! Now get back your badges and clothes, and go meet your savior!"

"Geralt! Has Goddess Melitelli opened your mouth?" The fat man danced excitedly.

doctor?

White Wolf hesitated when he heard this address.

Who would that be?

……

"Man, how does it feel to be free?"

The two men in leather armor hugged each other heavily, and the air was filled with dust and the choking smell of sweat.

Roy looked at the white wolf's sloppy beard, blood-stained cheeks, and thick dark circles, feeling quite emotional.

Wherever this guy went, he was locked up.

Geralt smiled gratefully at his companion.

"Master Roy, how on earth did you do it?" The fat man in tattered silk cloth grabbed Roy's left hand heavily, and the folds on his face folded into a flower when he smiled, and the sweat on his palm was almost on the back of his hand Drowning, "Aren't the mayor and the sheriff determined to hang us?"

"Show it with emotion, move it with reason, in short, you will soon restore your reputation."

"Who is she?" Geralt's dark cat eyes turned to the window sill of the office, and a figure turned his back to him.

Tall and slender, her masculine attire couldn't hide her beauty.

She is like a tree quietly growing there.

Just looking at it is like entering a primeval forest.

The rich scent of grasses, juniper, mint, and buckwheat floated into the white wolf's nose.

The woman suddenly turned her face away.

Pale, refined and thin.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there are five or six points similar to him.

It was like seeing another self in the rippling water waves.

A pair of emerald green eyes burst out with complex light, surprised, relieved, and gentle.

But the emotion Geralt expected was suppressed by her.

suppressed.

The dark cat's pupils dilated, her breathing stopped, and her heart beat a beat slower.

Roy pressed the fat man's mouth, signaling to leave room for the two of them.He pulled the businessman out of the office quietly, and before closing the door, his eyes turned around between the two of them with great interest.

And Golfin Chipmunk took the opportunity to sway its big fluffy tail, climbed to the ground along the owner's hood, retracted into the corner of the office, and pricked up its ears.

……

In the quiet office, only the sound of breathing and rapid heartbeat can be heard.

A white-haired, tall and straight witcher, and a female doctor with outstanding beauty and serene temperament, can reach each other with just one step across the distance.

But they were relatively silent.

Anxiety and torment filled the air.

"You saved me?"

"I did a little help, mainly thanks to your friend Roy, who made a complete plan and persuaded the sheriff to change his mind." The woman's voice was clear and sweet,

It was completely different from the old and ruthless that Geralt had envisioned countless times when he was young.

The first moment I saw this face.

He knew it was her.

my mother.

The relative who has been thinking about it for many years.

"Cough, cough..." His throat suddenly felt itchy and sour, and he repeated, "You saved me."

"They tortured you?" The woman's face darkened, and she diagnosed softly. She raised her hand as if she wanted to touch him, but then put it down again, "There is something wrong with your lungs...you need timely treatment."

"No need," Geralt shook his head, staring at her coldly. "This injury will heal itself in a week at most."

"You must know that demon hunters have to undergo a lot of mutations and transformations since they were young. Viruses, bacterial infections... I survived it, um, three out of ten people survived, and I was one of the lucky ones... That's it. Small injuries and small pains, I have long been accustomed to it."

There is a hint of complaint in this description.

The woman's body trembled, and her face became even paler.

"Anyway, you saved me." Geralt was still expressionless, he didn't know what expression to make at this moment, "Thank you very much, ma'am, can you enlighten me on Gao's name."

"Visenna." She said it frankly without any concealment.

"I'm very glad to meet you, Ms. Vesenna." When he said this, the witcher's tone was a little choked up.

The woman took the topic of coincidence stuck in her throat into her stomach.

Don't say a word.

Geralt said self-mockingly and sharply,

"How can I thank you for your generosity in reaching out to a 'never-before-seen', filthy, evil mutant?"

"Don't say that, you know, that's not the case. Demon hunters are not humble. Don't... tell me this!" The female doctor turned around first, took a deep breath, and when she turned around, Calm was restored on his face, his eyes were like a peaceful forest, "I always lend a helping hand to those in need for free, this is my quirk!"

She glanced at the long scar that stretched from Geralt's left forehead across his eyes to his left ear, and said softly,

"The physique of a demon hunter is better than that of ordinary people, but this does not mean that the body is made of steel and iron. You have to protect yourself and try to avoid injuries."

Geralt exhaled, staring at the woman, his gaze resting on her face for a few seconds.

"Thank you for your concern and advice, I am very grateful..."

At this moment, he caught the loophole in her words.

The emotions that have been pent up in my heart for decades have a place to vent.

"But I have a question. You said you would always help, but why did you never come to see me when I was tortured in Kaer Morhen and cried for countless rainy nights? Is it not as good as a stranger who has nothing to do with it?"

Countless images flashed back in the demon hunter's mind.

Geralt.

You are different from others.

Other children, at least accompanied by their mothers until they were seven or eight years old, were forced to hand over their children due to unexpected laws and poor families.

But you, when you were a baby, your mother voluntarily abandoned you.

And she is a sorceress who is never short of food and clothing.

"No, Geralt, I..." Vesenna shook her head and retorted.

A faint sarcasm slipped across the corner of the witcher's mouth, he pointed to his own eyes,

"What do you think of the eyes I modified in Kaer Morhen? You should see with your own eyes, tell me, what can you see from inside?"

"Shut up, Geralt, shut up!"

Her gaffe was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Geralt had had enough of decades of patience and repression.

He asked a question that was buried deep in his heart.

"It's fine if you don't answer the previous question. But I have the most important question—why did you leave me in Kaer Morhen? Vesemir told me that there is no Law of Accident, and you don't owe him anything. "

A drop of tear clearly floated on the female doctor's white and bluish cheek, just like a pearl on the bright and clear moon, which is absolutely poignant and beautiful.

"Don't ask, Geralt, please." She replied softly, her voice as unpredictable as the clouds in the sky. "The answer can only hurt each other."

Yeah, I'm a substandard mother who abandoned her own children for whatever reason.

I deserve to be punished, I am not entitled to forgiveness nor should I try to seek forgiveness.

"Do you know, I know a female sorceress," Geralt continued self-consciously, the woman's understatement made his heart bleed, "she is not yet 90 years old, but because of the mage school Arethusa Damn the rules, she can't have children. For the sake of children, she is willing to give everything, hunting green dragons, capturing di spirits... She almost died several times, but she still failed to do so."

"Son, shouldn't it be a gift from fate?" Geralt used this to ask, "Why did you choose to abandon it in the first place?"

"I'm leaving, Geralt...the patients are still waiting for me. Take care." Vesenna wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, put on her cloak again, and tried to get over the witcher's body.

Geralt reached out and grabbed her arm.

As delicate and smooth as a young girl.

Vesenna trembled even more, but she didn't struggle.

Instead, tremblingly, he turned his head away from looking at the witcher.

She was afraid to see a face full of resentment.

Geralt noticed tears welling in her eyes.

"I've often imagined... what questions should I ask you when we meet, and what will you do? I thought I'd get a vengeance out of it - no!"