God-level Demon Hunter

Mind a move.

Instantly teleported from the dark cave on the outskirts of Redania to the laboratory on the outskirts of Toussaint, at the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake.

Pick up Goodwisher.

Golfing in Gawain House sent him a picture.

The gray-haired witcher was having a secret conversation with a charming black-haired sorceress in the conference room——

Roy's heart skipped a beat, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After receiving the order, Golfein got rid of a group of octopus-like little ghosts. His huge head poked out from the window sill of the meeting room, his eyes widened, his ears pricked up, and he began to monitor for his master.

Chapter 3 Ciri's Arrangement

"It's unbelievable that the School of Demon Hunters, which has been separated for hundreds of years, is actually united again because of a young junior."

"Seventeen demon hunters, plus two warlocks, a member of Skelly Jedruid's ring, is already a huge force that cannot be ignored. What's more, you are still continuously cultivating new blood."

After Yennefer heard Geralt's description of the entire Witcher Brotherhood, a gleam of light flashed in his violet eyes, "This Roy has a unique vision, and you stubborn old people can't match it he!"

"Where is he?"

Ciri also looked at Geralt. She hadn't seen Roy for more than a month since she came back from Christides' mother last time, and she missed him very much.

After all, only when he is around can I ride Golfing comfortably.

"Roy's in trouble," Oakes said, pressing Geralt on the shoulder, before he could get the guy out of his lust and tell the new woman everything.

The fewer people who know about the four great masters, the safer they will be.

"In order not to hurt his family, he cannot return to Gawain's House for the time being, and I hope you will not mention his name outside."

"Of course, I promise, give me another chance..." Ye Naifa shook her head regretfully. In fact, she still has a lot of curiosity about the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, but it's hard to get to the bottom of it when she's new here. "Now back to the topic, "

The sorceress touched the little girl's head and snapped her fingers casually. The pendants of the two witch hunters present trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew down the curtains of the meeting room, covering the curious eyes in the courtyard and isolating the crowd. Sounds from outside.

Roy, who was watching from the Valley of the Nine, frowned.

Immediately, the griffin, which was lying under the window sill and eavesdropping, rushed into the conference room openly. When its huge body completely entered the room, its long and slender tail twitched lightly.

The oak door closed.

"Goo!"

It raised its eagle-like fluffy head towards the sorceress, and its bright black eyes conveyed an anthropomorphic emotion——

It's clear now, let's move on.

"Haha, Golfin! Come and let me give you a hug!" Ciri hopped up the back of the griffin, squeezed her small face into the black mane around its neck, squinted her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Ignore them..." Geralt rubbed his temples, "Go ahead."

"Geralt, how did you find Ciri? There are rumors that the princess of Cintra has died among the refugees."

The sorceress gave the griffin a serious look, "But as far as I know, the entire four northern countries are mobilizing their intelligence agencies to search for the whereabouts of the little princess of Cintra... The four kings of the north are eager to get her in order to obtain immigrants from Cintra support, to profit from the devastated Nilfgaardian-occupied lands..."

"And Nilfgaard is also extremely eager for her. They need an easy-to-control Cintra royal bloodline to obtain a legitimate right to rule. The current governor of Cintra, Menno Cuhorn, is struggling with this."

"In addition, Generalissimo Vesekid, who survived the Battle of Sintra, took in refugees with the support of King Brugvenslav and established the Restoration Army... They are also looking for little Ciri."

The girl lying on the back of the griffin suddenly withdrew the smile on her face and became timid and uneasy, feeling the fiery body temperature and rapid heartbeat of the griffin without saying a word.

"Ye, I know everything you said. All I know is that a Nilfgaardian black knight and a mage dressed as a mercenary were tracking Ciri, but so what? The connection of fate guided me to find her, "White Wolf looked at the thin girl, with a gentle look on his dull face.

Since finding Ciri last time, he had made a decision never to let go.

My own retreat and forbearance can only make fate punish her even more!

"Now my brothers and I will protect her, shelter her, and let her grow up healthy and happy!"

"So, you're not going to hand her over to any force?" Yennefer had such an expression on her face, she glanced at the little girl who buried her face in the griffin's mane, and there was a trace of pity on her pale face , "Then, what are your plans? Treat this princess as an ordinary person and let her live a short life in a normal way."

"Or train her to be a witcher? Just like the five children who appeared just now, she drank a bunch of messy potions-predrugs of the witcher, unique fungi and mushrooms, and then took highly poisonous green grass The potion is so painful that it is rolling all over the floor, and there is a three-tenth probability of surviving and transforming into a demon hunter."

"I, I want to be a witcher!" Ciri yelled, jumped off the back of the griffin, rushed over and grabbed Geralt's hand and shook it coquettishly, "I want to be a hunter just like Geralt!" A swordsman who slays monsters!"

"Stupid girl!" Ye Naifa narrowed his eyes, grabbed her other hand, and pulled her closer to him, "You don't understand what this means at all, you are still young, you need proper guidance, and Not violent drugs to develop and catalyze the body!"

Startled by her commanding tone, the girl took a few steps back, away from the smell of cloves and gooseberries on her body.

Seeing this, Geralt was confused.

After discussing it with a dozen of his brothers, he did consider giving Ciri a Witcher trial, becoming the first girl in the Brotherhood to undergo a mutation.

The dangers she faced were too many, too heavy.

She must master enough power to protect herself.

But not yet in the preparatory stage.

"What's wrong with our medicine? Herbal decoction is quite safe after being improved by Ms. Rita and Master Kalkstein." Oakes clasped his arms around his chest, showing his bulging chest muscles, and spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction. Amber pupils looked at the sorceress, " I feel that you have a deep prejudice against witchers."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just discussing the matter," Ye said with a haughty smile on the corner of his mouth, and the fingers of the black leather glove gently pressed the corner of Ciri's mouth,

"Open your mouth, ah—"

The sorceress showed her fine white teeth just like examining the teeth of a horse.

Shirley immediately shook her head and broke free from her cold fingers, snorted angrily, bared her teeth, and tried to bite,

The female sorceress pinched her cheeks at once, and pulled them to the sides, turning her delicate melon-seeded face into a pie shape.

"She is only ten years old now... she has just started to develop, and your medicine will change the normal development stage of her body, just like a chicken that is ripened with medicine, it will grow faster, but its potential will also be exhausted earlier, such as Jieluo special……"

Ye Naifa stared at this lover whom he had not seen for a long time, and sighed, "You were originally a source of magic, but it is a pity that the mutations in childhood destroyed your magic talent!"

"In addition, the witcher's drugs will disrupt her hormones, destroy her endocrine system, coupled with heavy physical and sword training, resulting in changes in her body and musculature, and in the end even cruelly deprive her of her femininity! Ciri will hate you in the future, understand?"

"It makes sense." Oakes glanced secretly at Yennefer's exquisitely undulating chest under the black coat, and then glanced at Little Shirley, imagining a girl with a cute childlike face, well-developed tendons, and soft breasts transformed into strong pectoral muscles. woman.

A shiver all over.

I have to admit that Yennefer considers the problem more comprehensively.

"It's not too late now, as you can see, Ciri is as healthy as a young leopard." Geralt said slowly, his eyes flicking over the sorceress's face, "What advice do you have?"

"Proper training," Yennefer raised his chin slightly, and turned around Ciri. His eyes were like those of a businessman looking at goods, which made the little girl tremble like a quail.

No, she meant no harm.

"Cultural courses, and some physical training for self-protection. The world is difficult, and these trainings will allow her to protect herself at critical moments. After all, a demon hunter is not a nanny, and you can't pay attention to her all the time."

"We have this plan!" Geralt nodded.

"Will I be able to jump stakes in the future? Can I also drink those green juices?" Ciri immediately hopped happily like a rabbit, her emerald green eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Those aren't fruit juices. They're herbal juices that enhance your strength. They taste bitter." Oakes gave a cruel smile. "And believe me, Ciri, you'll be crying 'Don't train' later."

Ciri bulged her skinny arms, "Don't underestimate people! I've fought with 'crybaby', I've also planted fields and raised chickens! I'm not as delicate as you think!"

"Second!" Ye Naifa hugged Shirley's thin shoulders tightly. It is hard to imagine that the little princess who was well-clothed and well-fed in the past suffered so many crimes. "She can't just stay at Gawain's House. Although this is a good place, Suitable for training students."

"But her identity is very sensitive, and she can't stay in one place all the time, otherwise she will be found by the spies from the north and south sooner or later. You have to pay attention, Geralt, your connection with the little princess of Cintra is considered important for those who are interested. No secret. Watch out for them to follow your line and find her."

Yennefer warned coldly, "Occasionally, I have to take her to the outside world, to other places, to learn more, and to avoid the limelight by the way."

Hearing this, Ciri spontaneously grabbed the sorceress' hand.

He raised his little face full of admiration.

Thank you so much.

I misunderstood you, Ms. Yennefer, so you can hear me.

Sentence said in my heart.

"We have to wait until after the Civil War, the road is not so dangerous." Geralt remembered that Roy reminded him so, so he has not left the city recently, but it is also time to cooperate with the familiar forces in the city to make some early warning arrangements. "At that time, the children will go to visit other places of interest, such as the Temple of Meritelli in Elland."

"But before that, we'll take her to Skelly to meet someone."

Shirley covered her little mouth, and the surprise in her eyes was about to come out!

Are you finally going to see grandma?

But she didn't say anything, Geralt repeatedly told her not to tell anyone that her grandmother was still alive!

"What are you going to do?" Yennefer asked.

The white wolf kept silent.

A trace of displeasure flashed in the sorceress' eyes, and she raised her chin without forcing it.

"The third and most important point!" Yennefer's pale tapered face was full of dignity, "I don't know if you have noticed, but as a warlock, the first time I touched her body, I You can understand what kind of existence Ciri is."

"And what is she?" Geralt asked.

"Fayuan!"

"No," Geralt shook his head. "The badge doesn't respond to her. She hasn't shown any magic tricks."

"That's just because she doesn't know her potential at all, and she doesn't know how to use it, so her talent has been in a state of near dormancy, and she rarely shows her edge."

"But it can't hide the fact that she has been slowly and gently interacting with the chaotic energy in the environment. She has one of the best magical talents in the world. Don't forget her blood, her mother!"

Geralt was silent, and a scene from ten years ago emerged in his mind - at the blind date banquet held by Calanthe for his daughter Pavetta, Pavetta screamed in the air, and her amazing magic power overturned the entire banquet hall.

Could it be that Ciri inherited her mother's talent.

Don't know if this is good or bad.

"Ms. Yennefer," Oakes suddenly looked unkindly, "Could it be that you want to bring Ciri to Arethusa Academy of Magic?"

"Your worries are inexplicable!" Yennefer frowned, and gently combed the silver hair at the back of Ciri's head with ten fingers, "Warlocks have long stopped searching for magic sources and children with magical talents, and stopped taking them away from their parents! People with insight will naturally send the child there. I don't intend to snatch Ciri from you, and I will keep my mouth shut for you."

The female sorceress has a serious expression and a gentle but powerful voice.

"I assure you, Geralt."

"I never doubted you, Ye..." Bai Lang finally seized the opportunity to express.

"In order to prevent the growing magic power in this little magic source from getting out of control and threatening the children around me, I will stay and guide her..." Ye Naifa finally said her purpose, "until she masters the simplest method of magic power control."

"Ms. Yennefer, when the time comes, can I release magic and fly like Golfin?" Shirley's eyes sparkled suddenly,

"Can't fly, at most floats in the air."

"A qualified female sorceress needs at least several decades of training. In a short period of time, you can only use the most elementary magic tricks at most. That requires hard training. But if you persevere, you will definitely grow into a magician." Talented warlock." Ye Naifer paused, a trace of awe flashed in his eyes, "Just like Vigfortz."

"I promise!" Ciri beamed. In her innocent imagination, magic and swordsmanship were fun games.

Geralt nodded, and stared at the radiant sorceress, "Then, in addition to cultural and physical education classes, I will arrange a magic class for Ciri, but will it affect your business?"

"So what if it's affected? Do you want to make it up to me?" Yennefer looked at the white-haired man with swaying eyes, and the lipstick on his mouth gleamed seductively, as if sending a silent invitation.

Geralt turned his head slightly.

"My only business right now is to educate Ciri! If you don't mind, how about letting me teach her the first lesson?" Ye Naifa glanced at the faces of the two witchers, and clenched the girl's little hand, " At the dinner table, introduce me to the other members of the Witcher Brotherhood, as well as the children."

……

"Huh..." At the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake, Roy, who had finished monitoring, turned his attention away from Golfin, and walked down the bluestone stairs into the brightly lit laboratory.

Wearing a black dress, the plump female sorceress is standing in front of the enchanting table. Colorful chaotic energy is crackling at her fingertips, and bright runes cover a pair of smooth and flawless armor in the center of the enchanting table.

It is the plate armor with 40.00% fire resistance that Erlund Graymane, the province of Skyrim, used the sky furnace to create for him.

"Just in time!" Rita Nied noticed the movement behind her and hooked him, "Try your new armor!"

"I have changed the enchantment on the plate armor chest armor from fire resistance to 'fire halo' for you. After activation, your body will be enveloped by a layer of magical aura, creating an invisible flame shield that lasts Damages any target near you except yourself."

"When idle, it will automatically absorb the chaotic energy in the air, and it will last up to half an hour after being fully charged."

"It's quite remarkable, Coral." Roy took off his light leather armor, and Rita Needed carefully helped him straighten his collar.

"By the way, Ms. Evelyn from the botanical garden initially transplanted [-] kinds of herbs from the province of Skyrim, but they need to be cultivated for a year or two for medicinal use." Coral tidied his cuffs and neckline again, while conveying the brotherhood with a gentle and magnetic voice. recent situation,

"Lesso and Kayan improved the first potion—Thunder with the herbs you brought from Skyrim Province, and the effect has been enhanced by 20.00%."

"Master Vesemir has researched more than half of the forging process of this set of sky forge armor, but unfortunately we can't replicate it with our current technology, let alone the dragon scales and keel bones you brought back. We urgently need a master forging now."

Roy thought it was time to find Berengar.

Coral noticed his expression and saw through his thoughts at a glance, "When you and Geralt were searching for Ciri, Vesemir had already gone to Vizima to look for Berengar himself, but unfortunately this wolf outcast is still here. Traveling outside, I guess I won’t be able to come back within a year or two.”

Roy rubbed his chin, racking his brains to recall the possible weapon masters and armor masters. Because it was too early, the well-known elf blacksmith Hatoli of Nuo City and Yuna, the female blacksmith of Velen, are unknown in his memory. , the only place he could think of to have a Master Armorsmith was the Skelliger Islands.