The Divine Hunter

On the other side, the Gawain House, thousands of miles away from Skellige.

Under Yennefer's tutelage, Ciri began a arduous career in magic study.

Strict and bossy, the sorceress never lets her sleep in class. Always use her charming and moving voice to inspire her to stick to the boring drawing and gesture training.

"Ugly girl! Give me your attention and control your middle finger and little finger to bend at the same time, but not the ring finger! Didn't you sleep well last night?" Yennefer sighed helplessly, ruffled her black hair, "Yesterday it was clear that It's perfect, why are there so many mistakes today?"

"Sorry, Ms. Yennefer. But I have a problem, I can't concentrate if I don't understand it. Why don't you let me draw stars and make gestures that others can't learn?" A saucer, "I've taught Vicky and Renee more than a dozen times, but they always make mistakes!"

"Ugly girl, didn't I say, you have the talent bestowed by the gods, and other poor people are not so lucky. You teach them that you want a mortal to pick up the stars in the sky, it is absolutely impossible! Save some effort! , spend more time on self-improvement, instead of running around all day with those puppies, or researching how to train a little black dog to stand and pee like a human, that's impossible, and you are abusing small animals!"

"You already know? But why is my magic different from that of a witcher?" Ciri licked her lips, "Karl, Monty, Arkhamtom and the others had their first lesson before they mastered magic. Meditate. They chat with colorful little tadpoles in meditation...the little tadpoles will burrow into their bodies and make their homes. Swim out when you cast spells!"

"That's called chaotic energy, not a tadpole! And meditation is a shortcut to the end for those with unsatisfactory talent. Well, maybe there is a part of the effect of calming down. But for Fayuan, it is not necessary. .You don't have to meditate to restore the magic, you can directly extract the magic from the 'confluence point' of the earth, water, fire, and air! You have to remember that what witchers master are not called spells, but much less difficult and powerful French seal!"

"So, in the future, I can be more powerful than their hands blowing flames?" Ciri heard that her green eyes were sparkling, and her smile was like flowers.

"As long as you study with me obediently, within a year, you can surprise them!"

...

Competitive and delusional, the Princess of Sintra, who was delusional to challenge the witcher apprentice, studied hard.

Gifted and intelligent, she quickly learned more than a dozen basic gestures, movements and postures.

According to Yennefer's instructions, she also moved from the school dormitory to live with her in a luxurious double room in the Gildorf district at night.

Study the introductory textbooks Yennefer and her prepared with the magic lamp - "Conversation on the Nature of Magic", "Natural Magic", "The Power of Elements".

After reading the book, the little girl yawned, and the sorceress held her like a doll in her soft arms, as if to prove that there were no unicorns in her bedroom, and Geralt didn't have a chance to ride it!

In fact, as soon as the little girl lay on the bed, she would fall asleep immediately.

The magic training consumed too much of her concentration and mental strength. She slept deeply and deadly. She had no idea that the sorceress would get up in the middle of the night after she fell asleep and go outside to fool around.

...

The children of Gawain's House noticed that the new silver-haired little girl suddenly moved away and no longer lived in the dormitory. She was a little lonely, but soon, their attention was drawn to the blacksmith girl Yuna who joined the class. attracted.

Girls often chat around Yuna and ask questions, such as why she is a girl in the blacksmith shop, for example, her breasts are not as flat as other girls like a racetrack, but a thrilling bulge like a mountain bun .

And several precocious boys always secretly looked at Yuna, who was more mature, including the boy who had peeked at Ciri, and their focus shifted.

Carl, who was training on the sidelines, saw her so fascinated, he slammed straight into the plum blossom pile, and a big bag popped up on his head for three days, which was laughed at by everyone for half a month.

Ciri was saddened by this for a long time.

"Hey, a bunch of little bastards who love the new and hate the old!"

The little girl is determined to follow the sorceress into the magic palace.

...

"Go on, ugly girl, vort caelme, put your hand in front of you, relax, and move forward."

"Oops! Where exactly are the water veins?" The little girl stomped her feet anxiously.

"Water veins are everywhere, and control your petty temper!"

Ciri put her palms on her chest awkwardly, digging into the bushes like a wooden man, "Ms. Yennefer...Isn't there four kinds of four elements? Why can I only draw magic from water veins, not soil? , fire, air."

"The nature of magic is different. Your power is too weak to draw magic from the soil; you know too little magic to draw from the air; your control is too weak, whether it is will or magic, so it is forbidden to play with fire! Otherwise it will be ugly! The girl will burn herself even uglier!"

"Whoa...I feel it, there's something there, right behind that flower!"

"Very good, keep calm and restrained, and slowly move over in small steps. Confirm its location and show me!"

"It's here!"

"Nice job! Can you feel your index finger start to twitch a little? See it bend down, that's a sign of a magical meeting point, well, it's a water vein for beginners. Let's take it slow , capture it..."

"Can I draw magic power?" The little girl turned her head to look at the teacher, her green eyes eager to try!

"Wait, I have to check the magic concentration, damn it, stop!"

"Ms. Yennefer, witness the miracle!" The little girl folded her hands in front of her and hugged a mass of azure water, which rippled and reflected the golden light, she turned her head and laughed wildly, "I, Cirella Fiona Ellen Leanlon, announced this time, that I have successfully captured magic, I have become an honorable warlock, I am—the Queen of the Demon Hunter! Hiss—”

The sorceress hurriedly embraced the dazed little girl, blood gushing from her nose.

"Ms. Yennefer, I'm so dizzy, uuu... It's all blood... Am I dying and I'm about to go down to see my grandfather?" Ciri's face turned blue, and she was shaking like a quail.

"Why is it the Queen of Demon Hunting and not the Queen of Magic? You repay me with insults for my hard work teaching you magic?" The sorceress covered her nose with a piece of cotton, making sure she was safe, and heaved a sigh of relief. He rolled his eyes again, "Ugly girl with no conscience! Why don't you explain your last words quickly?"

"Uuu... Last words? I, I just saw a few pictures..."

The sorceress raised her eyebrows and tightened her pretty face. What's going on?

The psychic phenomenon caused by the stimulation of the source of law?

"I saw the scar on his face trying to catch my mage! He's here!" Ciri's soft voice trembled, and she clenched the sorceress's hand.

"What? Is he there?!"

"Aiden and Lambert, and a man with a two-stroke beard in floral clothes, with him!"

...

The setting sun sank into the horizon, and the sky fainted with a fiery cloud.

In a low-rise house in the Novigrad civilian area.

Dandelion stood up straight from his seat, strapped on his belt, put on a flamboyant floral coat, and a purple iris hat, then waved goodbye to the woman who was swaying and radiant between her shoulders. .

The great poet crossed the narrow and cramped alley with dirty water, and quickly walked from the civilian area in the southeast to the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall in the commercial area in the north.

He recalled the previous happiness, and couldn't help humming a beautiful little song with joy. He stepped on the beautiful sunset glow of the evening, danced around in a circle, and bowed to the imaginary beautiful woman in the air in front of him.

"Ma'am, your beauty is more dazzling than the bright moon and stars in the sky, just like a wonderful poem. How about I find a place where no one will disturb you and read it to you?"

"Ha ha!"

Dandelion touched his handsome face and his well-groomed beard on his upper lip. He walked briskly and full of energy. Since the opening of the Nuocheng Dance Hall, his life has entered a highlight moment. The number of guests in the ballroom is increasing. In just one year, the song and dance hall has surpassed the spear cave to become the most popular pastime in Nuocheng.

Not only did he get a generous income to support his usual extravagant pastimes, but he also had a permanent place to vent his complaints and have nowhere to put his talents.

In the past year, he has composed more than a dozen amazing poems and plays, and his reputation has spread all over the city of Nuo, and the areas radiated and affected by the forces of the city, and a bunch of bards, Actors began to praise him, and countless beautiful and noble women began to favor him, from the daughter of a merchant's pawn to a widow of noble status...

Although Priscilla was watching him closely.

But who is he, Dandelion, the man who made poetry and art the ultimate goal of his life, his quick wit has saved Priscilla's suspicions time and time again.

In fact, women of all shapes and sizes are one of his ultimate sources of inspiration.

In the past, he drank too much alcohol and lost his mind when he was drunk, so he thought that he was bound to the female bard wholeheartedly, but he soon realized that he would never be nailed to a tree in his life!

He enjoys the bliss that all men dream of, and these deep-rooted pleasures give him endless inspiration.

This is a positive cycle!

Ha ha!

The bard danced in a whirl, and the smile grew brighter, but the smile suddenly froze.

The light of the sunset shone on several men at the entrance of the alley, making their expressions more gloomy.

"Master Dandelion, please forgive me for blocking you in this kind of place..." The man in the gray mercenary leather jacket said loudly and approached him.

Even though Dandelion is not proficient in martial arts, after all, he has been traveling with Geralt for many years. At a glance, he can see that this man has extraordinary skills, astonishing momentum, and a bit of mystery that cannot be seen through. As for the two followers around him, they are ordinary Extreme bastard.

"But I really admire your poetry... When I heard that you opened a dance hall in Nuocheng, I couldn't wait to rush over. I want to talk to you in person... But don't worry, if things go well , the guests and hosts are happy, and it won't take much of your time."

"I like to exchange poems with people in the same way, but this place is really not an elegant place, it will affect my interest and play," the great poet stomped his feet, tossed the mud from his boots, and his eyes slowly swept across the three On the face of a man, the one headed by him has wet black eyes, a pointed nose, thin lips, and an ugly scar on his face, "Let's go to another place and sit in a spacious, luxurious and comfortable chair in the dance hall and talk! As a sign of sincerity, I will waive the tea fee for a few of you!"

"Don't be nervous, don't worry," Reins took another step closer to him, and as soon as he reached out, he could grab the great poet's neck, "How about listening to my question first?"

He made a look, and a thug went straight past the great poet, blocking the retreat behind him.

"Your poetry is unique, and it has created a whole new genre - praising mutants, wow... such a daring move, you did not attract infamy, but made the people of Nuocheng look at it with relish. Your talent is indeed great. Turn corruption into magical power." He first praised, then the conversation changed,

"Then I'll be blunt, I'm intrigued by the character you sing in your "Unexpected Journey" - a white-haired witcher... Anyone who studies poetry knows that poetry is modeled on reality Creation. You know so much about his dancing swordsmanship, his character with a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart, as well as his uneasy life and experiences. You must be close friends with him."

Riens stared straight into the eyes of the great poet, his sharp eyes as if to see through his heart, "So do you know where he is?"

Geralt?

Dandelion rolled his eyes and instantly understood that this guy must have no intention of finding his old friend.

He had no other choice, either for the sake of deep friendship or the great cause of the dance hall the witcher had brought him.

"What is your name?"

"Riens... It's normal for famous poets not to recognize me. You have many admirers, and I'm just a nobody... But can your gracious and generous Excellency give me a little help?"

"Sorry, I can't help," Dandelion shrugged and shook his head, "The story of this white-haired witcher came from another bard. I was intrigued at the time, so I kept it firmly in my mind and adapted it to a new one. Fan. But in fact, I don't know the real identity of this white-haired guy."

"You think about it again, Master..." Reins stretched out his hand and took it out into his arms, there was a heavy bag in his palm, and he couldn't resist shoving the money bag into the poet's hand.

Dandelion felt the weight of his palms and felt contempt.

Well, not enough for a month's profit in his dance hall.

Do you want to buy yourself this money?

"You must know him, otherwise why would you sing the witcher for no reason?"

"Other witcher masters once saved my life, saved me from a group of elf robbers, and he was seriously injured!" Dandelion said with a serious face, often on stage to perform grinding The consummate acting skills he had developed made him immediately express a grateful expression. "Since then, I have vowed to change the world's bad impression of my savior and remove their trumped-up charges!"

"The story is well made!" Reins' face became cold and he dropped his honorific title, "Dandrian, think about it again, this question is very important to you and me, where is the white-haired witcher?! If you answer honestly...I don't need to force you, I don't need to hurt your flesh, which is more delicate than a woman, you know—" He glanced at the pockmarked, wretched-looking little gangster behind him, the little gangster suddenly Licking his lips thirsty at the great poet, "Some people are very interested in you."

The bard shivered all over, and couldn't help protecting his buttocks with an extremely embarrassed expression on his face.

Head bowed in silence.

After struggling for a long time, he let out a long sigh, with a depressed expression and confessed fate,

"I thought about it again... I remember that the bard mentioned to me that white-haired witchers often haunt east of Aedirn, near the Valley of Flowers."

Hearing this, Reins frowned even more tightly, and a terrifying smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Isn't it honest? You are asking for your own death!"

When Dandelion heard the words, he turned around and ran, panicking so much that his hat fell to the ground, and a bag of Huang Chengcheng coins fell to the ground!

Click!

Reins threw a blue light at his back. Then straighten your left hand and fold your index and middle fingers together.

In an instant, the great poet's body lifted off the ground uncontrollably, and an invisible force grabbed his shoulders and hung him in the air.

Let him kick and scream.

Reins squeezed his pinky again.

The great poet's cry came to an abrupt end, "uuuu" hummed, unable to speak, his breathing became rapid, his face began to turn red, and he was about to suffocate!

The initiator kept his left hand gesture and walked towards him slowly,

"If you don't eat toast, then you will suffer more and teach you a lesson!"

Five seconds later, the strength that restrained the poet's neck was released, but he was still suspended in mid-air, panting violently, hissing in pain, his left wrist twisted into a terrifying arc, his bones were about to break, and his mouth was about to break. There was a rust smell.

"You bastard snack in the crotch, you still want to play tricks with me, do you have to embarrass yourself?" Reins looked at him, his eyes were so cold that there was no emotion at all, and his tone was tired, "Now, I ask you to answer, don't cooperate , you're about to say goodbye to this hand of you. I promise, you'll never be able to play the lute with your nimble fingers again to hook up with that bunch of nympho good-looking women!"

"I can see if what you say is true or false without breaking a sweat, if you dare to fabricate it, if there is any hesitation, I will read your thoughts, and by the way, I will brainwash you into an idiot and an imbecile, not to mention poetry , in the future you won't even be able to recognize a word, and you'll have to sit in the mud all day playing with your own excrement!"

Dandelion was hanged in the air in a rather shameful posture, as if he was pouting his butt to shit, his face flushed red and pale, and he nodded in fear.

"Okay, the protagonist of "Unexpected Journey," the white-haired witcher, and the other protagonist, Ciri. Tell me all about their whereabouts, where they might have been, and what they might be doing. No words should be left out."

"In Keville and Bovis, in the Flying Dragon Mountains near the Arc Coast..." Dandelion muttered, his face almost collapsed, "A witcher academy named Kyle Siren."

Reins pricked up his ears and tightened his face.

Witcher Academy? It is indeed possible.

"continue!"

"They're..." Dandelion suddenly bared his teeth, turned his eyes to the top of the alley wall, widened his eyes, and there were tears of grievance in his eyes.

"continue!"

"Riens," the great poet suddenly gave him a cold smile, full of sarcasm and pity, "you don't know who you offended... you don't know who you offended!"

"Son of a bitch!"

...

"Crack!"

The crisp glass shattered.

Suddenly, a glass bottle was thrown from behind the wall of the alley, and it fell precisely at Riens' feet and shattered.

The anti-magic metal dust that shone like a star instantly filled into a fog and enveloped Reins' body.

He was caught off guard, exclaimed, and the chaotic energy around him flickered like a purple current, and went out immediately.

The great poet who was hanging in the air let out an ouch and threw a dog on the ground to eat shit!

The two thugs quickly surrounded them when they noticed the mutation.

Swish-

Four figures jumped off the wall, two with eyes like beasts, slender and sturdy, with two long swords on their backs, and two with much smaller stature, tender cheeks, and obviously teenagers.

The moment the four of them landed, the division of labor was completed.

Two adult witchers sandwiched Reins from the front and back, the silver sword rippling in the air, shaking off a cold light!

Two witcher apprentices against two little minions.

Carl landed on one foot and stood in front of the strong gangster. He used all his strength to hit the gangster's chin in a left hook. The latter rose into the air, hitting the back of his head against the wall of the alley, and passed out with rolling eyes.

And Monty faced the second gangster who was rushing towards him. He turned his palm into a knife at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch, and cut into his trachea. crotch.

The gangster who was both up and down gave a sharp "oh" like a woman, curled up like a prawn, fell headfirst, and continued to twitch his hands and feet after he fell to the ground.

...

The strengths and weaknesses in the field were instantly reversed.

Rich experience saved Riens' life. In the first second his body was affected by the anti-magic metal, he had already started to withdraw and retreat. At the same time, he held the obsidian amulet under his chest with his left hand, and rubbed the ruby ​​ring on his index finger with his right thumb. , raised his hand—

"boom-"

A dazzling fire soared into the sky, illuminating the mean alley in this civilian area.

A round fireball dragged a crimson trace in mid-air, and smashed towards the cat demon hunter who was charging with his sword.

Aiden jumped lightly to the side, the flames brushed past him, the sign of Helios flashed out, and the flames hit the wall, burning the bricks with black scorch marks.

While holding the long sword in both hands, Lambert, who lunged towards the mage, stabbed a wall of air in front of him.

After a loud bang, it was bounced off by the reaction force.

However, when he was in the air, he quickly made a strange gesture with his left hand, and the turbulent torrent of magic power poured out a light blue triangle charm, a mage surrounded by Alder.

Reins groaned and staggered back, just in time to bump into Aiden's long sword, which was flanking from behind. The tip of the sword was aimed at his waist, vicious and vicious.

"Crack-"

The body's magic shield shatters.

A large area of ​​dazzling scarlet bloomed under Liens' thin leather armor.

But Lambert's attack ensued!

In the alley, a dazzling golden light erupted again!

A dripping oval-shaped object appeared in front of Reins without warning. Holding his left waist, he jumped up like a struggling fish on land, jumped into the oval, and then disappeared.

And the ellipse became dull.

The sound of fighting in the alley was clear.

The battle ended in less than ten seconds.

"Damn it! This can make him escape? How should I explain to Geralt when I go back?!" Lambert muttered, and put away the long sword with annoyance on his face.

"Can't blame us... He has been affected by anti-magic metal, and I feel that this portal did not come from him..." Aiden rubbed the red lightning scar on his chin, "There may be another powerful mage, his An accomplice, or employer, in a faraway place, opened the portal and picked him up! But we caught at least two... um... little followers."

"Dare to make a bet?" Lambert invited, "These two guys ask three questions!"

"Come here, whoever is afraid, the next time you lose the spear cave treat!"

"Help!" The great poet's wailing interrupted the bet between the two, "Lambert, Master Aiden, I'm almost done, save me!"

Holding a swollen, deformed wrist twisted back into a hundred degrees, he was about to cry nervously, his lips trembling.

"This is the guy I eat, don't let anything happen!"

"Crack!" Carl walked over directly, grabbed the great poet's dislocated wrist and twisted it, and instantly returned to its original state.

The latter made an "eh" sound, full of surprise.

"Stop screaming, Your Excellency, you are so old that you are so afraid of pain, and you are not ashamed. We usually train in more pain than you!" Carl and Monty shook their heads disdainfully.

But Lambert looked at him with admiration,

"Master Dan, I didn't see that a bard like you is very hard-boned. How can you force a confession without telling the truth? I thought you would only lie to women with rhetoric."

"Of course!" The great poet kneaded his wrist a few times, stood up, patted off the stains on his clothes, and said righteously.

"Even if I, Dandelion, die in pain and humiliation, I will never betray my friends!"

In fact, he was about to say it just now, as long as the guy continued to press.

"Come on, you're doing it yourself this time," Aiden said with a half-smiling smile, "We've been protecting you secretly, but who knew that you would sneak out of the dance hall and run to a remote civilian area in order to meet the widow, not only hiding from the general public Ms. Sila, you lied to us all, and it almost made a big mistake! Use your brain to think clearly, women are more important, or life is more important? Let's not take an example, understand? "

"Don't insult my personality, okay? My love for Priscilla can be seen in the sun and the moon!" The great poet waved his fists and defended plausibly, "I am here to find inspiration and go out to collect wind! In order to create more wonderful poetry Drama, boost the performance of the dance hall, and improve the reputation of the masters!"

"Improve to bed? What do you say," Lambert groaned, holding a comatose gangster on his shoulders, Aiden carried the other, and walked to the collector's villa, the two little devils held their breaths Following behind them, he seemed to be honing his stealth skills. "By the way, Dandelion, say it again, what was that guy's name just now?"

"Riens!" said the great poet, trembling with fear and hatred, "he's looking for Geralt and the Unexpected Son! What do you think he's doing? Is he a Nilfgaardian spy? ?"

He seemed to ask casually, "Also, do you know the whereabouts of that accidental son?"

The two witchers looked at each other and shook their heads.

"We are also looking for the little princess. And this has nothing to do with you, Master Dan, for the sake of your own life, the less you know, the better!"

"Now, go back to the dance hall obediently and stop running around!"