God-level Demon Hunter

"Tattoo..."

Not far away, at the entrance of the alder forest, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Aiden, the cat school, led two tall knights in armor, who looked as if they were about to go to the battlefield, into the courtyard.

"Grimm?"

"Kasirer?"

"Masters, Geralt," the golden-haired champion knight smiled brightly at everyone, noticing that there were more than ten demon hunters present, his eyes sparkled as if seeing gold, "I finally see you all." ?”

"We have a humble request, I hope you will fulfill it?"

"tell me the story."

Geralt stepped out of the crowd and nodded at the two of them. After all, they had testified and said good things for the witcher in front of the Archbishop and everyone in Nordic not long ago.

It's just that Cassirer's eyes are still full of vigilance, this guy is from Nilfgaard, and he once kidnapped Ciri!

"I hope to travel with the masters, um, to be a guest! Then, I will ask for advice one by one, and hone my martial arts..." Grim leaned on the giant sword, his eyes were as bright as the sun.

"I..." Cassirer bowed and saluted, his cheeks tightened, and he begged in a blunt tone.

"I pray that Master Geralt will allow me to meet Ciri."

Chapter 48 is born

Among the towering snow-capped blue mountains.

Nestled in the middle of a snowfield, the majestic Kaer Morhen Stronghold has come to life.

The weeds and fallen leaves accumulated in the garden were cleaned up.

A lot of newly installed plum blossom piles, pendulums, and dummies enriched the training ground. The old and damaged garden benches, gazebos, and walls were repaired and painted, and the spiers of the towers shone in the morning sun.

The third building from the left, in a simple bedroom in the style of a witcher.

Two sorceresses were lying by the window, gazing at the vast snow field outside the castle, whispering.

"Lydia, it's been more than a month since you moved here, how do you feel?" Coral's blue eyes glanced at the woman on the left.

He was slender, with brown hair neatly tied into a ball at the back of his head.

He took off the magic mask he had worn for 20 years, revealing his true face.

The upper half of the face exudes an elegant and intellectual temperament, the eyebrows are as light as Yuandai, the eyes are bright and quiet like a pool surrounded by forests, the nose is delicate, and the cherry-colored slender lips.

But the area from the chin to the swan-like slender neck is like a nightmare.

Covered with burn-like scars, scabs, growths.

One hand wears a magic prosthesis.

"Sorry, Coral..." Her voice was hoarse and harsh, and her vocal cords and throat were severely damaged. "I served him for 20 years."

"For such a long time, he has been my master, my everything, and the center of all my actions." The black eyes were so confused that a crystal mist covered them. "I...I can't forget him."

"Well. Vigfortz is indeed a very good man, regardless of his appearance or his ability and magical attainments." Coral said, "But he will never fall in love with anyone, he only loves himself, and he finally rushed The cruel words you said have shown attitude. He just used you as a tool."

"You broke the principle many times for him, did many things against your will, and carried a huge burden."

"But you are different from them. Roy will be merciful if you still have a conscience!"

This name made Lydia's expression extremely complicated.

Glancing at his own lifelike magic prosthesis.

Hate and gratitude intertwined.

The Witcher ended her past life for good.

Pulled her out of the mire, only to fall back into the mist.

Coral looked deeply at the woman and persuaded her politely,

"He has been dead for more than two months, and he has been expelled from the wizard society. He can no longer use your mind and ruin your feelings. It's time to let go, Lydia..."

"Live for yourself in the future." Lydia's black eyes looked at Shan Shan with some confusion, and the latter gently hugged her shoulder,

"Kaer Morhen is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. We can study the many magical mysteries left by Vigfortz here."

"With so many children, it doesn't make people feel lonely."

"Now do me a favor, deal with point mutations, herbs, he'll need them when he gets back," said Coral.

"Ah."

……

Beside the incomplete fortress wall.

The white-faced man standing on the wooden support filled the wall with a brick, and the dense square bricks below had filled most of the wall's defects.

A woman in a thick cotton coat with two sheep's horns on her head tenderly handed him a water bottle.

Eskar took a sip and smiled softly at Pacia.

The six apprentice demon hunters under the city wall watched this scene of showing affection eagerly, and their pupils were ablaze with anger.

"Monty, your eyes are going to pop out! Focus, speed up, didn't sleep well last night, slow like a turtle?"

"It's not just last night. I haven't slept well for two months in a row. Every night, Carl treats me like Vicky and hugs me so hard that I almost suffocate to death."

"Cough cough!"

"It's not that Kaer Morhen has everything..." Monty had dark circles under his cornflower-colored eyes, and his tone was full of complaints, "There was only an empty stone house in the end, and the five of us shared a bed. "

"This bed has to be made by myself." Chanem added dissatisfied.

"It's not fair, Escal, why did you let us do coolie work?" Arkham Tom excitedly waved the wooden trowel in the air, "We want to go to the winter tour with everyone!"

"That's right, we are not carpenters. Our hands should hold swords and release spells, not saws." Chanem was talking, but he cooperated with Lloyd on the opposite side in a decent way, "Zi Lazila" pulled the saw, and sawed the log on the shelf until sawdust flew.

On the left, Serrit and Oakes are using tools to polish a two-meter-long wooden bed that has already begun to take shape.

That focused demeanor is like an art master who is sculpting a work.

"After two months of hard work, we have redecorated half of our home. Isn't this a feat to be proud of, proud of, and full of sense of accomplishment?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, the twelve apprentices under the corner were furious.

They were fooled into being free decoration workers for two months.

Woohoo, all the expectations I had before coming here were all in vain!

"Besides, haven't you guys seen it many times? You've heard all the stories you need to hear, and you've paid homage to the grave of the wolf faction's predecessors."

Escal shook his head and smiled, and carefully placed a triangular brick on a triangular gap, "The Cyclops is dead, only a skeleton remains. The temperature drops and the grizzly bear hibernates, and the harpy birds don't come out very much. The demon has already been dealt with by Karl."

"At most, I can only look at the mountains and rivers. Is everything boring? Why don't you learn some practical carpentry and masonry skills from us."

"If you don't become a demon hunter in the future, you can also have a living." Serrit put away the planer, took out a wooden file from the woodworking box at his feet, and smoothly pushed it perpendicular to the wood grain, rolling out a strip that was as beautiful as an oil painting The lines of the master's pen.

"But Roy didn't mean that there is a mountain over there, hiding a family of trolls, and you can talk to them with a few bottles of vodka. I didn't talk to them last time." Carl looked dizzy Drawings, it was difficult to figure out the clues, and a circle was outlined in the middle of the log.

"Hey, do you still want to make friends with trolls?" Oakes looked around at the twelve apprentices maliciously, "It's just you who have small arms and legs, be careful not to be caught by them and mixed with little snails to cook into a pot of meat .Trolls are no more than temple guards. A fist is bigger than your head, and their skin is so thick that they are invulnerable! They love to eat human cubs with delicate skin and tender flesh."

"Ah!" Immediately, the seven apprentices who hadn't passed the trial looked at each other and shrank their necks.

But the five newborn demon hunters sneered at the corners of their mouths, full of fighting spirit.

"You little ones with little experience, if you want to meet trolls, you must memorize my paper first." Serrit said proudly.

"If you're tired of it," Escal wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Let's go to the energetic knight Your Excellency to discuss it."

The twelve apprentices shook their heads desperately, with disgust written all over their faces.

"Why don't you leave, Lord Grimm?"

Thinking of the blond men who harassed, challenged and repeatedly brainwashed them with the knight's creed in the past two months, their little faces turned into bitter melons.

They have never seen a guy who is obviously serious and righteous, but has such a thick skin, as if he has fixed himself on the moral high ground, and loves to stalk.

……

The back mountain of Kaer Morhen, the side of the steep path beside the cliff.

Looking under the rotting wooden fence, you can see green fields covered with light snow, swaying pine forests, and misty hillsides in the distance.

A wide river flows into a canyon between two mountains, and the murmuring sound of the river can be heard faintly.

"Ah!"

The blond knight suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"I swear on the honor of the knight, someone must be slandering me behind my back."

He said to himself and looked at the witcher ahead,

"Your Excellency Keen, is there really the legendary Lady of the Lake in this river? We have come to duel every day for the past two months, performing exquisite swordsmanship."

"Why is the lady in the lake never tempted and never come out to see us?"

The tall witcher with three-color pupils and a short beard was nimbly climbing up a small slope beside a cliff like a civet cat.

Among the trees in the river.

More than 30 children can be vaguely seen laughing and playing, picking herbs, drawing, reciting poetry, fishing, and even playing hide-and-seek.

Scattered pieces of bustling laughter.

"According to Roy, Your Excellency's experience has perfectly met the requirements of a person with five virtues." Cohen gathered his collar in the cold wind, and shrugged his mouth covertly, "It's only a little bit..."

"a little?"

"Well... as a guest, you must first restrain your inner impulse, stop pestering everyone to duel day and night, let alone harass those children." Cohen turned his head and said to him seriously, "They are demon hunters, not knights, and they will not be easily brainwashed."

"Eh..." Grimm squeezed the hilt of his sword, and walked side by side with him at a faster pace, "I swear on the honor of the knight! After months of repeated battles and defeats, I feel that my martial arts skills have improved."

If the knight didn't use the ancestral Horcruxes, he would go back and forth with the apprentices.

"I urgently need a reference, such as Cassirer. Your Excellency Cohen, what is going on with him? Why has there been no response after going to Skellige for so long?"

"Maybe King Bran has already chopped off the head of the Nilfgaardian knight..." Coen smiled at him, "Don't be nervous, it's just a joke, maybe Cassirer found a new purpose in life on the island, and he was too happy to come back !"

……

Little Skellige Island.

In the courtyard of King Bran's castle.

Cassirer, wearing a black leather apron and holding a short-haired body brush under his gloves, cleaned the last black horse in the stable, patted the mane of its slender neck, and smiled wryly.

When Geralt resolutely refused his request to see Ciri, the demon hunter couldn't forgive himself, the one who had taken Ciri abducted.

But when he was desperate, Roy, another witcher, gave him a chance.

Cassirer's memory was still fresh in this man's performance, with sharp eyes and a trace of trust, as if he had known himself a long time ago.

With the help of Roy, Cassirer came to Little Skelliger Island smoothly. Unfortunately, he failed to meet the little princess he had dreamed of, and was imprisoned by King Bran for a week as a "Niflgaardian spy".

Later, somehow, he was released, and inexplicably became a servant in the castle, and was assigned a coolie job as a groom. From morning to night, he kept his feet on the ground and fell asleep—— Feed, brush, and sleep the King of the Isles' horses in primitive huts near the stables, filled with the stench of livestock.

As an elite knight of Nilfgaard, taking care of horses is a compulsory course, which is easy for him.

It's a pity that on weekdays, he can't even see the housekeeper, let alone the little princess.

Cassirer clearly felt that someone was watching him.

But he accepted it frankly, and soon after following Grimm on the road, he was no longer a spy of Nilfgaard, but a sinner who humblely sought redemption.

Today is different from the past.

Early in the morning, the atmosphere is very different.

The cooks and servants in the castle looked nervous and expectant.

Like a day before a storm, and like a world of ice and snow, the sun is about to penetrate the thick clouds.

The black horse stuck out its tongue playfully and licked the groom's neck.

He stroked the horse's neck and stared intently at the upper floors of the castle.

"What's the situation in that house, and what big people are there?"

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