Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

It's a bit cold, it's going to snow.

Roger raised his head and looked for the familiar road. After leaving the last time, he thought he would be able to return to Kaer Morhen soon.

But what he didn't expect was that after being separated from Geralt, it took a long time before he came back here again.

Naturally, Roger would not admit that it was Gentle Township that hindered his footsteps, but in fact he did spend an unforgettable happy time with Little Eyes.

When they parted from the island, Geralt left straight away, while the three of Roger came to Novigrad together.

It is an important seaside city in Redania, and it is a metropolis in modern thinking.

After coming here, Roger found a good job for the wandering Dandelion and Little Eyes.

He contributed money, the two contributed, and the three jointly formed an opera troupe.

Someone was responsible for writing the story, someone was responsible for composing music and lines, and with the help of capital power, their performance soon conquered the entire country.

Compared with monotonous singing, this kind of comprehensive visual and auditory enjoyment is obviously more impactful. After all, Roger comes from another world and has too much experience.

He didn't even need to spend much thought, just put some familiar stories on the stage, and it caused a huge sensation.

From the king up to the traffickers and pawns, everyone is intoxicated by their opera.

Roger is not interested in making money and being famous, but in the interpretation of the new story, he can be regarded as self-directed and self-acted, and with his small eyes, he completed the love story between the witcher and the poetess.

So in the eyes of more people, he became the actor of the dragon rider, and everyone only regarded him as an actor.

Rather than a pure witcher.

The opera troupe has been a huge success, and if it weren't for the negative fallout from the Sintra massacre, they might have been ready to head south, touring the landscape while doing loops.

world tour.

It was Roger's name.

However, Sintra was invaded by Nilfgaard, and in the subsequent Battle of Soldon Mountain, the warlocks from the neighboring country in the north beat Nilfgaard's army and warlocks there.

Fourteen people's names are forever engraved on the ridge.

Only then did the invasion of the southern empire be contained a little bit, and soon the two sides entered into negotiations, and the situation also came to a stalemate.

Under such circumstances, Roger is naturally worried about carrying out the so-called tour, although he is equipped with powerful defenders around Xiaoyan.

But counting the time, it is indeed time to return to Kaer Morhen.

Because of the massacre in Sintra, the Child of Destiny will officially enter the stage of history.

Roger knew that if it wasn't because of him, then after many years, this son of destiny, Ciri, should replace him, carry out the will of the world, travel through the planes, and become the savior.

What Roger cares about is the fate of a few people, not the direction of the world.

He lightly clamped the horse's belly and continued walking along the path in his memory.

At this moment, there was a sound of trampling on the branch above his head, and when he raised his head, he saw a small figure, which disappeared in a flash.

Smiling lightly, Roger didn't make a sound, but continued on.

He learned about the environment near Kaer Morhen from Geralt and the others, and the path above was one of the paths used to hone witcher apprentices.

According to his estimation, with the speed and pace of that apprentice demon hunter just now, it shouldn't take long...

really.

With a splash, the small figure fell from above onto the pile of pine branches, and Roger saw his face clearly for the first time.

It really was her.

Short silver-gray hair was messy, and a pair of big emerald eyes stood on her thin face. She frowned, got up quickly, and then looked vigilantly in the direction of Roger.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The clothes on his body were tattered, obviously improved from a pile of rags, and only a few pieces could be seen as new.

The girl tiptoes,

It seems to be ready to attack at any time.

But soon, she saw Roger's eyes brighten, revealing his iconic pupils.

Seeing this scene, the girl's expression froze for a moment and then relaxed.

"you……"

"Who are you?" Roger smiled, "There is no kid your age in the castle."

"I'm not a child's, but a witcher." She deliberately emphasized.

"Oh..." Roger deliberately elongated his tone, "That's a coincidence, me too."

"I know who you are."

"Escal and they always mention your name, you are Roger, right?"

"And you? The future witcher?"

"I'm Ciri. Geralt brought me back. He trained me here. When I grow up, I will be like you."

Love the house and love you, Ciri is full of affection for the witcher who has the same identity as Geralt.

"Okay, let's go back then." Roger pointed to the saddle behind him.

"Go on your own, I haven't finished training today." After speaking, she quickly climbed up the tree and walked away along the path.

"No wonder everyone likes her."

This was the last stretch of the journey, and Ciri didn't need to detour, so he returned to Kaer Morhen one step ahead of Roger.

By the time Roger arrived, several figures he was familiar with were already standing in front of the iron fence.

Vesemir was at the front, with Geralt and Eskar next to him, and of course the always annoying Lambert.

The little girl stood beside Lambert, looking at Roger curiously. Besides, there was an unfamiliar face.

It was a young witcher. His iris was an unusual tricolor of white, yellow and green, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, which showed that his mutation process was quite difficult.

"This is Ke En. It's really good luck to spend the winter here for the first time this year. I didn't expect you to come back this year."

Vesemir said to Roger with a smile.

"It's good to have you back, my friend!" After finishing speaking, everyone stepped forward one by one and gave Roger a strong hug.

"I've always wanted to find you, but too many things happened in the middle..." Geralt sighed, "Especially recently, I wrote to Dandelion, but your opera troupe went to another city .”

"Later, I finally got in touch with him, but he told me that you and Xiaoyan left the song and dance troupe together, and went on vacation somewhere."

"It seems that this is indeed a long story." Roger patted Geralt on the shoulder, then turned his head suddenly, and made a face at Ciri who was secretly looking at him.

"It's okay, this winter is long enough, I have plenty of time to listen to your stories."

"If it wasn't for the little eyes who prefer to stay in warm places, I would bring her back this year."

At this time, Lambert who was standing aside suddenly said, "Roger, there is nothing on your horseback. It seems that we can only save some wine this year."

"Don't worry, count the time..."

Roger looked up, and there seemed to be a golden dot in the leaden sky.

"My courier should have arrived."