The Divine Hunter

Roy was standing in the center of misty Soden, at the foot of the Eight Hills.

Golden and jet-black light covered the whole body.

A splendid and gorgeous halo under his feet changes color.

The different-colored pupils looked around in the fog, searching for the looming gray ribbon floating in the air.

When the sight turned to the side of the hillside, a clump of pale yellow stamens blooming in the mist.

The pit viper pendant between the neck began to "buzz" lightly.

Five fingers outline!

The crimson talisman took shape in the witcher's palm.

The magic power was transformed into flames, and an Igni Raging Flame responded to his will and flew out of his palm. The fireball drew a dazzling trajectory in mid-air, tearing apart the white mist that covered the surrounding fields.

"boom!"

The mournful wailing is like the sobbing of a baby!

A humanoid creature hidden in the depths of the fog was blasted out of nothingness by the impact of the fireball explosion and fell head-on.

It has a hunched back, but has long hands and long legs like a deformed pregnant woman in the fifth month of pregnancy! The flame wrapped around its skin like a poisonous snake and burned raging, but its body was changing, flickering, and disappearing at any time between solidity and nothingness.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates.

A large group of blood flowers burst out from the forehead of the fallen creature, the huge impact burst half of the skull, and the bright red blood of the turbid brain soaked the grass.

Its face was buried in the dirt and never came out.

"Kill the little fog demon, experience +130, witcher lv12 (8850/12500)"

call--

The witcher walked over to the bloody corpse, pulled out a short blade and began to dissect it.

The little black dog and the tabby cat in the hood probed their brains curiously.

Almost at the same time, the fog that enveloped the eight-person hill completely dissipated, revealing a low hillside surrounded by emerald green vegetation, not worthy of its resounding reputation.

"Roy, the action is quicker again." Leading the black mare Rocky, the dusty white wolf came over.

"So you have to work hard,

Geralt... don't let me get too far. "Roy took out a blue common mutant, wiped the mucus and stuffed it into the package, "You have to fight for the next chance for a second mutation!" "

"Can I mutate, masters?" Yurga in the carriage smiled ingratiatingly.

"You are not even a witcher, and you are as old as a stubborn stone that cannot be carved. If you are not afraid of over 99% of the mortality rate, then you are welcome..." Roy gave him a gentle smile, and the businessman shrank his neck.

"Forget it, shall we go up the mountain to see the obelisk that commemorates the dead?"

"certainly!"

"But what about the carriage?"

"Don't worry, I'll let Goerfin and Xiao Hei watch, all the dangers nearby have been cleaned up, absolutely no problem!" the driver's seat.

Farewell to the three of them.

Having traveled together for a week, Yurga has become accustomed to such anomalies, and can only admire the pets that are worthy of being a witcher master, cats and dogs are so smart!

Next, it took the three of them less than ten minutes to climb the hill of eight in Soden, where the wind swayed gently and fragrantly the grass and flowers on the hillside.

In the center of the hillside sits an obelisk, made of granite, weighing ten tons.

The shape is in the shape of a square column with a pointed top, which gradually shrinks from bottom to top, and the top is shaped like a pyramid.

The base is quite generous, and several talents are enough to hug.

When Roy saw this stele, he knew that he had guessed wrong. The obelisk was definitely not erected by the people of Sodden to commemorate the sacrificed warlock.

They don't have this ability and can't take care of themselves.

It must have been a sorcerer from the north that used magic to bring the obelisk here.

Below the stone monument are eight graves with marble tombstones erected, with bright wildflowers nearby, such as azalea, forget-me-not...

And the white wolf looked at the first few names inscribed with runes on the stone tablet from top to bottom——

Lauderbur, old Graz, Exier...

Eyes sighed, lost in memory.

"You recognize them?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

There were six fewer victims of the Brotherhood of Warlocks in the North in the Battle of Sodden than he remembered, and neither Coral nor Triss were among them.

There is no doubt that his actions have changed history... He pronounced the first name, "Laudber?"

"This guy is a gambler, and his gambling is bad..." Geralt shook his head, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes, then turned serious, "I used to play dice with him in Vizima, and he was afraid of losing to me, so he directly used Magic controlled me and won the game by cheating."

"It turns out that warlocks are also such rogues, it's not as good as businessmen who are trustworthy!" Yurga held his head high and looked contemptuous. As an ordinary person, it is rare to find a sense of superiority compared to warlocks on the moral commanding heights.

"And this old Graz... I met him two years ago, and he's a lunatic! Do you know what he wants to do?" Geralt paused and smiled reluctantly, "Pay me a hundred crowns. Just wanted to check my mutant eyes...and promised he would pay me a krona to dissect my eyes if I wanted to."

The businessman Yurga shrank his shoulders, as if he had been stung by a bee, his sweaty fat face was full of panic.

"Damn, these mages are so perverted, they are going to take a knife at every turn?"

"If people live for too long, it is easy to have psychological problems." Roy shook his head and sighed, his face full of regret, "It's a pity. Geralt should have told me earlier, if I knew such a person was interested in the witcher mutation If there is someone here, I will definitely introduce him to the Witcher Brotherhood, let him conduct mutation experiments for free, and let him experiment enough!"

"At least this guy is willing to abide by the minimum rules, pay some money, and ask for your permission."

"Uh, Roy, why do I feel like you're a little obsessed? Ms. Rita, Master Kalkstein, Ms. Triss, Ms. Evelyn aren't enough?"

"Imagine that there were dozens of top resident mages in the heyday of the Demon Hunter Order..." Roy shook his head, "We're just getting started, and we're still a long way off."

Geralt shook his head. If he didn't have a deep understanding of this companion's style, he would definitely regard him as some kind of careerist trying to subvert the world situation.

However, he didn't know that there was more than a small world in the eyes of the other party.

"What's next, Master Geralt, who has a wide range of contacts, do you know any other warlocks here?" Yurga asked eagerly. The stories of these magicians will become his and other businessmen, and even his wife. Children negotiate, show off the capital.

Geralt fell into silence, his face suddenly showing a faint timidity, his eyes only swept the first few names, and turned his head awkwardly.

His demeanor fluctuated between worry and fear.

He didn't dare to look down, afraid to see the name deep in his memory.

And Roy's heart moved, the corners of his mouth were hidden, and he suddenly sighed.

"Oh, Geralt, you shouldn't have had a conflict with her in the first place!"

"What do you mean?!" Geralt asked reluctantly, shaking his body, tightening his face quietly, and clenching his fists.

Roy didn't answer, took a step forward, pretended to be silent, stretched out his finger, and stroked one of the names in the column,

"Geralt, I originally thought, when there is a chance, I will let you introduce the lover you never forget, on and off, Yennefer from Vangerberg, but unfortunately you keep changing the subject."

"I always say that I have ended with her and will not contact her again."

"It's too late to think about contact now." Roy paused, grabbed a hand in mid-air, and grabbed a handful of lilac bellflower flowers, "Take it, Geralt, go and have a good time with her. bid farewell."

"Well-"

At this moment, the white wolf held his breath, and a strange gasping sound came out of his throat.

Those amorous and sentimental dark cat eyes were full of fear, hands and lips were shaking uncontrollably, and his face was pale.

He hunched his body, and his anger disappeared visibly.

His eyes lost their vigour, and his face was dull and extremely weak.

"Hey, man, don't scare me." Roy quickly hugged each other's shoulders, squeezed his flabby cheeks, showing an embarrassed but polite smile, "I'm joking with you! Yennefer wasn't among the eight dead, they were nameless people! Was it Yurga?"

"Master Roy, what are you talking about Yennefer?"

"Bang!" The originally heartbroken white wolf's face changed instantly, from sadness to anger, the five fingers of his left hand outlined, and an Arder seal hit Roy's chest!

"what!"

Roy was knocked to the ground by the magic, howled loudly and turned into a rolling gourd, rolled into the dense grass against the turf, and rolled down the hillside.

The shrill screams echoed on the top of the mountain.

Yurga timidly glanced at the angry and embarrassed white wolf, swallowed, and

"Master Geralt, will Master Roy be seriously injured?"

White Wolf shook his head disdainfully. This guy was missing in the Battle of Sintra for two months, and he was able to run back alive.

Even high-level vampires can't kill him.

A mere few rolls can't even break his fur!

The anger in my heart comes and goes quickly.

The white wolf's tense body relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The most important person in life is still alive.

"Are you out of breath?" A soft voice blew coldly from behind the necks of the two of them.

The two shivered and turned around.

The disgraced Roy stood five meters away and smiled apologetically at the white wolf.

One shoe was missing from the left foot, and the big foot was awkwardly stepping on the mud, and I don't know if it was lost when rolling down the hill.

Yurga rubbed his eyes, turned his gaze to the slope of dozens of meters, and then turned behind him.

How did he do it?

"Geralt, if you're still angry, let me get out of here again?"

Geralt rubbed his temples helplessly. This companion seems to be a little different from before. Is this the age of youthful rebellion?

Considering the age is almost the same, he is relieved to think so.

"I warn you, don't make fun of Yennefer!"

"I promise, I won't do it next time!" Roy raised his hand and swore, but changed his voice, "But although Yennefer survived, I don't think she will feel too well."

Geralt raised his eyebrows, this time he couldn't be easily stirred up by the other party.

Seeing that he was not caught, Roy continued, "You know Yennefer, she has certain ambitions, she must have participated in the battle of Suoshan Mountain, and it is inevitable that she will suffer a little pain."

"On the other hand, the other two warlocks Coral and Triss, you know, in my original prophecy, they will die in Sodden!"

"Now under my guidance, the two of them have changed their fate and have successfully escaped this catastrophe, intact!"

Geralt crossed his arms around his chest, his face was calm, and he quietly admired his performance.

"At the Battle of Sorden, the Brotherhood of Warlocks of the North has completely joined the game between the North and the South, and since then, it will definitely be more deeply involved in the field of war and politics. And as far as I know, Yennefer will soon become the two members of the Brotherhood of Warlocks. One of the big management organizations, the youngest member of the council!"

"Whether she is active or passive, she cannot escape this protracted North-South war."

"The danger she faces can be imagined."

"If you take one wrong step, you will be smashed to pieces."

Geralt's breathing increased.

And Roy's voice changed,

"In comparison, coral research is much safer and more comfortable in our laboratory! Working with witchers is a perfect choice."

Hearing this, Bai Lang suddenly realized, his eyes were both angry and funny,

"You said so much, you want me to bring Ye Huyou in?"

"Geralt, why do you call this flickering? You're doing it for her sake!"

"Roy, no one can change Ye's mind, including me! Besides, I have long since lost contact with her."

"Your performance just now is not enough to explain the problem? Ask yourself, don't you still love her deeply? As a big man, why don't you take the initiative?!" Roy suggested in a commanding tone, "Don't act like a pair of awkward, unhappy couples. A sullen boy and a girl are as naive!"

"Write a letter to him, first care about her health, tell her goodbye, and then, tell her... You have found your unexpected daughter, Ciri, but you don't know how to discipline her. Invite her to help! Believe I, Yennefer, are absolutely interested!"

"First of all, Ciri's whereabouts are still unknown, and secondly, if she is found, the Gawain House will naturally discipline her!" Although Geralt was retorting, there was a hint of heartbeat on his stiff cheeks.

"You know, Yennefer always wanted a child..." Roy looked into the eyes of the white wolf, "She can't have children herself, but the daughter of fate, the connection of fate, is no less than blood."

"Think about it, Geralt!"

...

The bridge of the nose is dotted with a few freckles, and the boy with the round cheeks like bread runs wildly with his arms in the clear river.

Like a wild boar playing in the water.

The bright sun shone wet and shiny on his neatly trimmed brown hair.

He pointed at another boy as thin as a bamboo pole with a pointed nose and shouted,

"You'll be a water ghost, and I'll be a witcher!"

"never!"

The thin boy waved the branch in his hand and hit the fat man in the chest, knocking him down into the water.

"Where is the fat as a ball, clumsy witcher, you are the water ghost!"

The water splashed, the two brothers scuffled into a ball, and rolled in the creek, but the two pairs of round eyes turned to the river at the same time——

A thin, rat-grey-haired girl sits by the pebbles of the stream, with her little white feet drawing circles in the water, stirring the waves,

On her delicate little face, her emerald green eyes were filled with a hint of daze,

"Sister Falgar, let's play together!"

"Nedbo! Sulik! It's a big mistake! Demon hunters aren't stupid like you!"

Falgar picked up two branches from the bushes by the stream, and the two branches were like two swords, and they crossed their chests and missed them.

Falgar swung into the stream wielding his "double swords", causing the two "water ghosts" to run away, screaming and screaming.

When the three of them were wet from the stream, they were panting and walking on the forest path back home.

Falgar's little face covered with sweat and streams finally became more cheerful, and there was a silver bell-like laughter along the way.

The two brothers turned their faces from time to time, secretly looking at the little girl, her delicate little face that was reddish white after being wet with water, the slightly undulating curves under her clothes, and the flickering green eyes.

The girl is not yet eleven years old.

But it has already shown a thrilling beauty, like a princess in a fairy tale, and it is by no means comparable to those rustic country girls.

When the two boys who had entered puberty first saw her, they fell in love with this little sister.

Huo Chu tried her best to please her for more than half a month, and she finally became frowning all day from the beginning, and became a little more smiling.

This smile made both of them feel that it was worth dying for her!

"Falgar, your 'swordsmanship' is really good," his younger brother Sullik's cheeks flushed a shy red, "Have you really practiced swordsmanship with witchers before? How do you know they have two swords on their backs? "

When the girl heard the words, she seemed to be touched by something sad, her face sank, and her ten fingers were twisted into a ball in her abdomen.

"Not only have I seen witchers, I have also ventured with them and killed a giant centipede called Yugoen in the primeval forest."

The two brothers were dumbfounded.

Then the fenced yard came into view.

A woman in a pale yellow floral dress sat washing clothes.

Soap bubbles wet her long hair and sleeves.

The sun shines on her bright eyes and kind and kind face.

"I also rode the witcher's griffin, a monster bigger than a buffalo and more dangerous than a lion!"

"Falgar..." Nedberg asked. "I've heard that witchers sometimes take other people's children. Are you the one they take?"

The girl nodded, her voice choked, and she couldn't help but blame herself,

"I should have left them, but I ran away from them. I was so stupid, I killed myself!"

"Geralt also said there was some connection between him and me."

"But it's been so long, he hasn't come to pick me up."

"Don't worry, Falgar! Without the witcher, I'll protect you!" Sullik patted his chest, his dark eyes looking expectantly and anxiously, "You'll be our sister now, and later... um... later I... "

"Yurga!"

The surprise cry of a young woman caught the attention of the three children.

The woman at the gate of the yard stumbled out of the yard, crying and pounced on the carriage that came suddenly, a fat man with a big belly.

Yurga smiled at the two witchers behind him, jumped out of the carriage, and met his long-awaited wife.

He wrapped his arms around her waist in high spirits, lifted her to mid-air and circled her.

"I'm back, Christide! The head of the family is back!"

"Yurga!"

The woman's clothes had just been half-washed, and her body smelled of soapy water. She was clinging to the businessman's arms, with her forehead resting on his chest, feeling each other's body temperature.

The long-separated couple moved slowly into the yard like conjoined twins.

"he is?"

Fargar on the other side of the yard noticed the fat man who had suddenly appeared, his heart skipped a beat, and he was inexplicably nervous, but the round face of the other party looked friendly and kind.

"Papa is back! Falgar, Papa is back! Go, get the present, yay!"

The two teenagers rushed to the girl's hands one by one.

...

"God bless you, you're finally back... I think about you every day and can't sleep, touch it, my heart is almost beating out, my master! Wait, who are those two gentlemen? They are carrying Jian, the one on the left... looks really handsome!"

"I'll tell you later, and don't be tempted by men other than your husbands. What about the children? Come and let me take a look!"

"Very good, the three of them went to play by the stream... It's time to come back."

"What do you mean by three?" The businessman's face changed greatly, he felt that the top of his head began to flicker, and in an instant he made up countless miserable images.

"Don't think about it, the honorable druid brought a girl, who lost her family because of the war in Soden, and I adopted her. She is very diligent, willing to learn to feed chickens and water flowers, and she is beautiful and dressed like a Little princess. Just always gloomy."

"Yurga, are you angry because I made an assertion?"

"No, I'm just—gods!" Yurga slapped his head sharply, turned and glanced at the witcher beside the carriage.

They clearly heard the conversation and were slowly walking towards this side.

There was tension and anticipation on his face.

"The third child, this is what I already had but didn't know about! This is the accidental child! The daughter I got is going to fly away before it's hot! Why isn't it a son?!" The businessman annoyed shouting,

"Dad!!" The boy rushed into his arms one by one,

"Two naughty little ones! Oh, Nedbo is fat again? Sulik, open your mouth, you don't have worms, are you picky eaters, why are you so much thinner than your brother?!" Yurga's kind little eyes looked like the one dressed in gray A thin, wet girl in a long dress, her big eyes are like the new green sprouting in spring, and her small face is pretty like a doll.

He smiled and encouraged, "And you, child, what's your name?"

"I, my name is—"

Falgar began to speak incoherently.

Heart thumping, eyes staring straight at the back of the businessman, the two witchers pacing.

The one at the head had fluttering white hair, two swords on his back, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

At this moment, she only saw him.

Dark cat pupils, and emerald green pupils looked at each other across the open space between the yard.

"Geralt!"

"Ciri!"

With exclamations, the witcher hurried to the little girl.

The businessman's family was stunned. They had never seen someone so fast, it was like a gust of wind.

The fate-bound father and daughter met briskly in the courtyard.

The witcher with fluttering white hair fell to his knees, the girl put her little hands around his neck, and the silver hair fell on the witcher's shoulders.

Yurga thoughtfully put his two sons and his surprised wife in his arms with all his strength.

And Roy watched with a smile from behind.

"Geralt, you found me... woo woo... I knew you would come! I waited for months, and they said that Grandma, Grandpa is dead, Grandma Suha is dead, and Cintra is gone."

"Only you, only you!"

And I!

Roy in the distance emphasized a sentence, but he wisely did not interrupt.

"This is the Law of Accidents... Geralt, as you said, I'm your destiny, right? You're mine too! We'll be together forever, come on!"

"You're not only my destiny!" Geralt turned and glanced at Roy with a smile, his eyes passing over the relieved businessman's family.

Passing through the air, I vaguely saw a woman with black curly hair, moles on the corners of her lips, and a proud expression.

A few years ago, the night Yennefer parted from May Day.

Her warm voice echoed in her ears.

For a long-term partnership between witchers and sorceresses, it is not enough to have the fate of Die's wish and forcibly bonded together.

"Something else" is needed.

The Accidental Daughter is exactly what they lacked—the bond that sustains the relationship between the two long-lived people.

His eyes finally fell on Ciri's face.

Something else.

"Come on, come home with me!"