God-level Demon Hunter

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"boom!"

The three glasses collided heavily, the aroma of malt filled the air, and the crystal clear foam reflected the intoxicating light.

"Haha, thanks to Master Roy's help this time, we were able to escape from death!" The businessman who changed into a low-key and bulky linen clothes narrowed his eyes with a smile, and patted his chest, "Come home with me , when the time comes, I will give you a son directly. You can train him to be a witcher as you like!"

Roy looked at the excited businessman a little dumbfounded. It was the first time he saw someone take the initiative to send a baby, but Gawain House has no shortage of children now.

"How old are your children?"

"Ned Bosulik is 12 years old."

"Sorry, I'm a little older, and it's more dangerous to participate in the grass trial." Roy refused decisively.

The little black dog, who had drank some dwarven spirits, was shaking his legs comically while listening to the cheerful lute in the slug tavern, as if possessed.

Yurga expressed regret on his face, and said tangledly, "They are twins, there is no distinction between elder and younger... If you don't want to take one away, when they are a few years older, they will soon start a family and start a business. The distribution of property will be a big problem!"

"If you love them equally, don't favor one over the other, take a part and divide it equally!"

"That's right. Anyway, I can make a lot of money this trip back! The magistrate didn't know if he took the wrong medicine or something, and suddenly became easy to talk—in order to make up for my week in jail, he was willing I will be exempted from the transaction tax for two years in Mayenne!" When mentioning the business, Yurga's face was full of surprise,

Roy smiled, Lite was quite sensible, he turned to the white-haired witcher,

"Geralt, what compensation did the sheriff give you?"

"Two hundred Oren." Geralt took a sip of the beer and wiped the stain from the corner of his mouth. "It's not a loss for such a large sum of money for a few innocuous whips!"

The glass in Roy's hand touched Geralt suddenly, his eyes sparkled, "This is your private matter, and outsiders shouldn't interfere, but I'm still curious, how are you talking with Vesenna?"

As soon as the question came out, the fiery atmosphere stagnated for a short time.

In Roy's original memory, when Geralt met his mother Vesenna, he was in a state of serious injuries.Vesenna kept evading, and Geralt couldn't get an answer after asking.

In the end, the woman "escaped" while he was in a coma. Until the end of Geralt's fate, he failed to see his mother in deep memory again.

But this time, because of his intervention, Geralt took the initiative.He didn't let Vesenna escape easily.

If after the dialogue, the mother and son are still separated from each other and do not contact each other.

Inevitably regrettable.

"Dude, don't you think I'm ridiculous." Geralt suddenly let go of his glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the magic lamp on the ceiling of the tavern. "Becoming a witcher means saying goodbye to the old life, and The family of origin was completely torn apart."

"Vesemir told me this countless times. Eskar and Lambert also followed this rule, or this path of destiny, and never contacted their families."

"But I've always missed her. Ever since I was a child, I've always dreamed of meeting her. That's not a witcher!"

"Gulu Gulu!" He drank a large glass of beer in one breath, a blush appeared on his pale cheeks,

"Make it clear, such inhuman rules do not exist in the Demon Hunter Brotherhood!" Luo Yanan said, "Demon hunters are advancing with the times, and our mutation methods, working methods, and rules of conduct are all changing."

"The way of getting along with my family is different from before. Take myself as an example." Roy asked seriously, "I have been a witcher for three years, and I stayed away from old Moore and Susie?"

Geralt shook his head.

"Did they live better or worse under my influence?"

Quite moisturizing.

Geralt thought.

I also gave birth to you a younger brother, Mino.

"For demon hunters, being separated from their families and bearing a lonely, miserable, and desolate fate is already a thing of the past!" Roy smiled proudly, "We should have new goals and ideals, and our existence is no longer to help Humans hunt monsters and save others from suffering, and now there are fewer and fewer monsters, it’s not worth it!"

"There is only one ideal and motive for our actions—to change the fate of ourselves, relatives, friends, brothers, and lovers—" Roy raised his voice, and his tone was full of contagion, "Let everyone be happy!"

Yurga opened his mouth wide when he heard the words, unbelievable that such nonsense came from the mouth of a demon hunter.

It sounds exaggerated, but it is inexplicably full of motivation.

It's not just witchers, many humans are fighting for this goal.

"Visenna is your family. She left you for a reason, and she has always missed you in her heart."

"It's only natural for you to want to be close to her!"

"So... it's right for me to keep in touch with her?" Geralt asked, looking at Roy.

"That's no need to ask!" Roy patted him on the shoulder suddenly, "If you leave without saying a word, it will be puzzling! It's hypocritical and childish!"

Geralt looked embarrassed, he really had this idea at first.

"It's hard to regain the long-lost family relationship, so don't let it go easily." Roy encouraged,

"Spend a little thought on managing it. You don't need to pay attention all the time. It's enough to visit and contact each other every once in a while to let each other know that the other is safe and sound."

After hearing this, Geralt's sad face suddenly dissipated, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he patted the head of the little black dog under his feet with ease.

The leg shaking stopped for ten seconds.

Then it danced more happily, and even whined softly to meet the howls and howls of the drunks on the dance floor.

"Dude, I just love listening to your analysis. You can always speak to my heart and give me a fatal blow, no matter good or bad!"

"My words are not so cheap, this is a prophecy!" Roy smiled brightly, "You should be grateful to me, everyone who hears my prophecy will be happy."

"This...Master..." Yurga rubbed his hands and asked with a smile on his face, "Can you give me a prophecy?"

"You will be a father again!"

Yurga's face changed drastically and he opened his mouth. The wine lingered in his throat, and he sprayed it immediately.

Roy covered the businessman's mouth with a lightning shot.

He didn't let go until his face turned red and he swallowed the wine.

"It's just a joke, anyway, you will have a surprise when you go home."

The businessman hiccupped and had resentful eyes, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Masters, how about going out tomorrow? I plan to go shopping in the afternoon and bring some gifts to Christide and the two children!"

Geralt remained silent. It was just a whim to raise the accident law with the merchant, and he did not intend to take away a son of the merchant, or a handful of pickled vegetables or a salted fish that was drying in the yard.

"I have to find Ciri, so Yurga, sorry, I can't go home with you."

"Do you have a better place?" Roy smiled at him, "Dude, Accident Law is not just talking nonsense, she has the power of fate."

"You said it yourself, to survive this prison, you must pass the test of fate!"

"Aren't you going to accept the gift of fate now?" Roy said meaningfully, "Maybe what you want is there—Wailivia is not too far from Mayena."

Geralt suddenly felt a surge of anticipation, and stopped refuting.

"That's it!" Roy drank a glass, his cheeks flushed with excitement, "Let's set off with Yurga tomorrow!"

"There's one thing I don't understand." The businessman patted his belly, and the drink was gurgling in it. "What the hell is that red light? If we just ignore it, will there be any big problems?"

"You were exposed to red light for 5 minutes, and you didn't feel any discomfort?" Roy asked without answering.

"On the contrary, I feel a lot more relaxed, and my physique has also become stronger. The red light seems to have cured my rheumatism for many years, otherwise I would not be able to survive the dirty and cold prison life for so many days!"

Good people get rewarded.

"Maybe the red light is really a magic spell of some higher existence, which is specially used to punish the wicked? Anyway, I went back to the woods and searched twice, but I couldn't find any clues."

Roy's eyes showed apprehension. He would never forget the scene where Mato was burned to ashes by the red light, and there was still an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"The druids of Mayenna have already started a carpet search. When there are results, they will naturally notify me."

"Who will notify you?" Geralt raised an eyebrow.

"The beautiful Ms. Vesenna, I also exchanged a contact information with her." Roy took out a telescope crystal casually, ignoring the white wolf's blue face, and looked forward to it, "Maybe I will often ask her for advice." Nature's way."

Find a way to lure her into the fraternity lab.

"Boy, when did you get into Lambert's disgusting bad habits? I warn you—don't let Vesena think, otherwise, believe it or not, I will sue Ms. Rita and let her punish you severely !"

"Uh... I'm just kidding, Geralt, you know, I'm all about power, and I'm not interested in women over two hundred years old..."

……

On the other side, on the outskirts of Mayenne.

In a lush mountain flowers.

A druid in a thick bearskin, with antlers and mistletoe wreaths on his head, and wild tattoos all over his face, moved a mountain flower from his forehead.

After sorting out the language of plants in my mind.

Pupils like a burning forest.

"The second energy field, fifteen dead."

"Who is doing experiments on our territory!"

"You must pay the price!"

Chapter 22 Ciri's Journey

night.

Dots of stars outline a bright silver belt in the sky.

In the field outside the forest, under a huge ledge shaped like a turtle.

A Nilfgaardian army horse in a black coat leisurely chewed grass stalks.

The wind blew across the fire, and the raised sparks and smoke filled the field of vision. Sitting by the campfire, the shivering little girl in a silver hooded cloak sneezed.

There was a gleam of crystal in the emerald green eyes.

"Your Highness, let's eat something..." A hoarse man's voice rang out, and a tall shadow enveloped her body.

A hand was stretched out in front of her eyes, and in the palm lay a roasted golden-yellow rabbit leg with a tangy meaty aroma.

There's no spice added, but for a child with a developing body and a hungry stomach, it's the ultimate delicacy.

The deep longing in her eyes flashed away, she licked her wet lips, snorted softly in her nose, turned her face away stubbornly, and further tightened her body.

The man squatted down in front of her, revealing a mature and handsome face with black hair, blue eyes, and a trace of caution on this face. When he looked at the princess, his blue eyes shone with splendor.

It's like looking at a pair of exquisite porcelain, full of desire for care.

"You can't eat or drink all the time, otherwise you will starve to death if you don't reach your destination. You probably never know what it's like to die from starvation. It's very painful when you're about to die," the man observed the girl's delicate expression. Sideways, described vividly, "Stomach acid is burning in the stomach like a flame... along the esophagus, coming out of your throat."

The girl's eyelids twitched.

"Then gradually corrode your tongue, teeth, and lips... destroy your beautiful little face, and you will also have some terrible burn marks on your body."

The girl's shoulders trembled, under the silver-gray hair, her delicate face turned from white to blue, but she pursed her lips tightly and remained silent.

"Why bother, Your Highness? Why bother with your own body." The knight sighed, wrapped the rabbit's leg in oiled paper, took out a bag of water from the saddle bag, and placed it on the moss beside her.

"You are still young, you shouldn't have to bear these tortures and sufferings, you can choose a more comfortable way to live. And I can assure you, I swear on the honor of the knight! As long as you are obedient, eat and drink, Don't run away in vain. After you return to Nilfgaard, you can still enjoy rich food and clothing. Your honor and status will not be lowered in the slightest. People will respect and love you. With your support, no one will dare to bully you again!"

Nilfgaard?

Upon hearing this nightmare word, Ciri immediately clenched her small fists, clenched her fine white teeth, her cheeks bulged like a squirrel,

"Bastards! The Nilfgaardians have invaded my home!" Ciri jumped up from the stone, her petite body faced the Nilfgaardian knight who was as tall as a hill and wearing a muddy black cloak, and shook her fist at him. , "Burn down my house, kill my friends and relatives... You guys still want to take me back as a puppet?"

The emerald green eyes were burning with anger, but the posture of the small arms and legs seemed to have no deterrent effect.

"I'm not!"

"I will never let you do what you want!"

"Even if I starve to death, I won't go back to Nilfgaard with you!"

The childish growl did not change the knight's face at all, but tensed up, making him look more serious and indifferent.

Those pitch-black pupils, mandibles and bridge of nose as hard as steel reflected a frightening light in the night and flames.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo here here on frighten me again!" ...Roy...come and save me..."

The cry drifted into the bushes around the campfire with the night wind, deep in the night, far away.

Cassirer rubbed his temples in distress and relief. The dignified general of Nilfgaard's intelligence department, the earl, never thought that there would be such a day when he would be helpless by a child.

If His Majesty didn't trust those spellcasters, opening a portal could bring Ciri back.

But if that's the case, I don't have the opportunity to get close to this little princess of Sintra.