Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Roger, what are we going to learn today?"

Ciri sniffed, and after a quick glance at Roger, he lowered his head.

"Come closer and turn around, let me take a closer look at you."

Although feeling baffled, Shirley still followed her advice.

"Well... put down your sword and go out with me for a walk."

"Put down my sword?"

Ciri froze for a moment and hesitated, but at this moment Roger had already turned and left.

The little girl looked hesitant, and she even looked up at the top of the castle, where Vesemir and the others were watching.

To be honest, they were also curious about Roger's method of mentoring.

Geralt didn't give him a hint, only Lambert nodded slightly. When they parted in the morning, he knew that this was the last time he would guide Ciri.

He liked this stubborn little girl very much.

Lowering her sword, Ciri hurried after Roger.

"where are we going?"

"Are you going to hunt wild animals?" The girl's emerald eyes were filled with excitement and fear.

"No, just walking around."

But the truth was exactly as Roger said, he took Ciri away from Kaer Morhen, and walked into the depths of the mountains along the rugged mountain road.

Ciri didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but what she didn't know was that in a short morning, they had already moved away from the area around Kaer Morhen.

The environment quieted down, and the girl's emotions gradually relaxed, and the two of them chatted one after another.

It is a child's nature to be playful, and Shirley is no exception, but her experience has made this nature of hers extremely suppressed.

She has carried too many things, beyond anyone's imagination.

"Roger." After slowly getting acquainted with him, Ciri wasn't as reserved as he was at first.

"Help me become a witcher, please? I hope to be like Geralt and the others. I am too weak now."

The girl blinked her clear eyes and looked at Roger expectantly.

"You have to figure out a problem first."

Roger stopped.

"Do you yearn for the life of a demon hunter, or their power?"

"From Geralt's point of view, not letting you become a witcher is the right choice. Even if you are a princess now, believe me, when your pupils become like ours, those nobles who once supported you will also have the right choice." May fight against you."

"What's more, they are well aware of the heavy price of becoming a demon hunter. Although you still don't understand what it means to lose your fertility, if you really do that, one day your hatred will be transferred to them."

"I don't care, I just want to..."

"I just want to be strong." Roger continued.

"So you see, you haven't thought about it at all."

Ciri bit her lip.

"Is there any difference?"

"Of course, a demon hunter is just one of many identities, and there are many ways to become stronger."

"Please make me stronger!"

Ciri stared firmly.

"Lambert said...he said that you are the strongest swordsman in the world. I trust him, because even Geralt can't convince him."

"But he respects you more than anyone else."

The girl looked at Roger curiously.

"Can you tell me, Roger, who have you beaten?"

Roger smiled, "What do you want to hear from me?"

"legend?"

Shaking his head slightly, Roger looked into Ciri's eyes, "There's nothing to say, I've already passed that stage, because I don't need to prove myself by defeating anyone."

"No one has the qualifications."

Roger's tone was calm, but Ciri's breathing stagnated slightly. She felt that what stood opposite her was not a single person, but a towering mountain peak.

There is infinite confidence in Roger's plain words.

"Geralt is right in saying that he doesn't want you to have only hatred in your heart."

"Let's go." Roger looked up at the sky.

"Today's training is over, let's go back."

"It's over?" Ciri looked surprised.

"But we obviously didn't do anything?"

"What do you want to do?" Roger stretched out his hand to pat the girl's head, but the girl avoided it swiftly.

This is the alertness of a witcher apprentice.

"Agility, speed... and patience in the face of pain..." She replied with a serious face.

"That's their method, not mine. I need to understand you before I can make a training plan accordingly."

"Come on, little guy, you just need to trust me, and then you can become the second most powerful swordsman in this world."

"Improbable!" Ciri wrinkled her nose.

"I'll pass you, just wait and see!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Roger waved his hand without looking back.

When they went back, everything was normal in the castle, Roger went straight to his room, and Ciri was taken away by the mysterious Lambert.

It seemed that everyone wanted to know about their training progress.

But the result... Naturally, he was dumbfounded.

When Roger saw Ciri the next day, he gave her a present.

"What's this?" Ciri opened the box and couldn't help but burst into a cry of surprise.

A well-fitting suit and a long sword for her height and weight.

"You still have these?"

Roger didn't answer, but took the girl out of the castle again. Several days passed, and finally Geralt and others couldn't bear to find Roger.

"Ahem." Vesemir was the first to break the silence.

"Roger, how is your training going?"

"Very well, she is better than I imagined."

"I am very satisfied with this progress."

Roger replied.

Vesemir's cheeks twitched. If it were any other witcher, he would have been unable to hold back his curses. However, although the guy in front of him looked young, he was older than himself. He really couldn't treat Lan Burt them like that.

"Oh...that's good." Vesemir smiled dryly, his eyes were darting to the others at the time.

Geralt avoided his gaze, lowered his head and seemed to be studying the lines on the table, and Eskar also looked left and right.

In the end, Lambert couldn't bear it.

They believed in Roger's strength, but through their inquiries in the past few days... hey, it seems that a strong person may not be a good teacher.

"We all know what happened and it is understood that...you have been playing around with Ciri for the last few days."

"I'm not saying it's bad, but this girl obviously has more important things to do. As long as she doesn't do exercises for a few days, her body's response will drop, which is fatal when facing an enemy."

"Is it time to start the formal training?" Lambert was aggressive at first, but then facing Roger's calm gaze, he unconsciously lost the confidence to question.

"Don't worry, I know it." Roger looked at the weather outside the window.

"Believe me, Ciri should be able to complete my first stage of training without waiting for the snow to melt. By then..."

He paused for a moment and glanced at everyone.

"At least it shouldn't be so easy for Lambert to win her."

Hearing this sentence, Lambert's eyes almost popped out.

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