Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"Go there, there is an island not far from here, we can go there to spend the night, and then we will turn around after the sun rises tomorrow morning, bypass the Duke's territory, and head south!"

"It sounds good." Ashe opened her eyes wide and looked far away, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the island Roger was talking about.

"What are you waiting for? Let's move. I don't want to spend the night at sea. That dangling thing is scary."

Dandelion muttered, "You know? I'm most afraid of being shaken awake when I'm asleep, and that's why I hate boating."

"Because it feels like the woman next to you is telling you: Wake up, my husband is back!"

Geralt did not forget to add.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

That really fits well with what Dandelion is doing.

"You don't need to row a boat, I'll figure out a way."

Roger blew the horn on his neck, the waves were rough, a huge shadow hit, and then thick tentacles wrapped around the hull.

"Give the boat to this big guy, we can change another way."

With a whistle in his mouth, Roger jumped out.

At this time, a dolphin-like creature broke through the sparkling water.

Roger just landed on the creature's back.

"What are you waiting for, don't you want to try a unique sea trip?"

Geralt also followed Roger's example and jumped out. Ashe looked nervous, but encouraged by Roger's eyes, he still jumped off the boat with his eyes closed.

In the end only the frightened Dandelion was left.

"I don't want to go up..."

"Then I wish you good luck!" Roger made a gesture without forcing, and the animal under him swam out like a sharp sword.

"See you on the island!"

The so-called not-too-distant island took everyone a long time. When they arrived near the island, the sun began to set, and the sunlight dyed the entire sea surface.

Ashe was excited like a child, dancing and singing, and her emotions infected Roger and Geralt.

The witcher's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what kind of memories he recalled.

Blue sky, sea.

When they arrived at the island, the wooden boat arrived first. After landing, Roger saw Dandelion lying on the beach.

His face was pale, and vomit was all over his body. It seemed that he must have suffered terrible destruction on the way here.

"Let's just spend the night here."

The division of labor between the several people was clear, and Geralt was in charge of chopping firewood and surveying the surrounding environment to see if there were any large animals.

Ashe found some twigs, wild fruits and vegetables, while Roger dived into the sea and brought up a big fish.

When they did not have iron pots, they used sunken stone troughs instead.

As for the issue of lighting the fire, of course there is no need to worry, Geralt released an Igni Sign.

The flames flare up.

The sun gradually disappeared, the sky became dark, and the bonfire here became the last light on the island.

Ashe danced barefoot on the beach, and she weaved garlands for Roger and others. At this time, Dandelion also recovered, and took out his lute from somewhere.

He himself vomited unconsciously, but the lute was not damaged at all.

The fire crackled merrily, and Geralt carefully turned the venison and fish. He stirred the steaming soup in the stone pot with the peeled pine branches.

This was a farewell dinner, because the next day, Geralt planned to separate from everyone and go further south.

Dandelion is not sure whether he will continue to travel together or choose to separate. Parting is the norm in this world. Sometimes even if you don't know where the road will go, you can only know the result when you start.

They chat and laugh together, and Dandelion and Ashe have a singing contest.

Geralt lay on the beach, the thick sand under the embers of the campfire, which kept his back warm.

With his hands behind his head, he felt that he had never heard such a beautiful voice and a melodious song.

The smell of cloves and gooseberries lingered on the tip of his breath, and he thought of Yennefer.

The night is dark, the sky is full of stars, the old day is coming to an end, and in the early hours of the morning it will be Ashe's birthday.

Dandelion and Ashe sang the famous duet "Cynthia and Witwin," a famous love song.

Accompanied by the singing, Geralt was the first to fall asleep.

In the dream, he and Yennefer reconciled as before, they had their own manor, and even had a common...

She obviously didn't drink, but Ashe's eyes were dim. She leaned on Roger's shoulder, and the smell of verbena penetrated into Roger's nostrils.

"For you."

Roger took out the tear of the ocean.

No woman would be unmoved by a treasure like this, and Ashe was no exception.

"This is too precious...I..."

"Such a pearl should hang around your neck, but even so, it pales in comparison to your eyes."

The pupils of the small eyes shone brightly, and she could no longer control the emotions in her heart, and hugged Roger fiercely.

Because of the nervousness, Ashe's lips were slightly chilled, but the breath she exhaled was so hot that it could melt steel.

"Today is my birthday, so no one can say no to me."

"But I want another gift more than this pearl!"

"what would you like?"

Ashe didn't answer, but just hugged Roger tighter.

The girl in front of him was already confused, but Roger's mind was still clear.

It's a good place, but Roger doesn't want the romance between the two to appear in Dandelion's ballad.

In a daze, Ashe felt as if her body was rising and falling on the clouds, she had never felt like this before.

The body is light and fluffy, as if a pair of wings have been inserted.

Falling into the air and falling again.

Finally, reason regained control of her brain, and Ashe came back from the confusion, and then she let out a piercing scream.

The stars in the sky seem to be within reach, and the night is the bottom, and she and Roger are embedded in it.

Then she lowered her head, only then did she notice where she was.

It turned out that the feeling just now was not an illusion.

she is flying.

On the back of a giant dragon.

"Am I dreaming?"

The dragon was flying extremely fast, but it was strange that Ashe didn't feel the cold.

Roger didn't answer, but his little eyes hugged him tightly.

"If this is a dream, please wake me up later."

Dandelion watched fascinated by the fading fire, still sitting there playing the lute softly.

He watched Roger and Ashe soaring into the sky on the dragon's back, with a gratified smile on his lips.

"May you be happy, little eyes."

He played a few notes first, and then turned to a calm melody, and the lyrics came out of his mind naturally along with the music.

The ballad tells the story of a witcher and a poetess.

Dandelion knew that very few people believed the stories in the ballads, but he didn't care, the ballads were not to be believed, but to be moved.

Little did the Dandri at this time know that this song was going to be the best love song of his career.

What he also doesn't know is that without Roger's appearance, everyone will be separated after this separation.

Even more tragic is that four years later, Little Eyes will die of ravaging smallpox in Vizima. It was Dandelion who carried her body away from the pyre outside the city and went into the forest alone to bury her as she wished.

And many years later, he will meet another girl with extremely small eyes.

She also has a wonderful singing voice and beautiful eyes, her name is Priscilla.

Fortunately, because of Roger's appearance, all tragedies will not happen.