Demon Hunter and His Hut

Throughout the night, Triss felt dazed, and she didn't even dare to look at Geralt again, fearing that desire would overwhelm reason and do something stupid.

Occasionally, her eyes stopped on Roger, and she even suspected that all this was instigated by the man in front of her...

Or did Ciri discover something?

She didn't rest well all night, and the next day, she came to Roger's room and asked to watch Ciri's training process.

Then she saw the potion Ciri took and the way of cultivation.

"What did you give her to drink?"

Triss frowned, "The demon hunter's trial potion will affect the girl's hormones, and even make her body..."

"These are harmless." Roger replied without raising his head.

"You can check whatever you want." He even slowed down on purpose, explaining every step of the operation clearly.

At the beginning, Triss was full of excitement. Although it is said that the trials of the demon hunters were the result of the research of the warlocks, so far, this method has only been passed down among the demon hunters.

Triss has always been very curious, but she couldn't get an answer to this kind of question from Vesemir, suppressing the excitement in her heart, she quickly remembered it.

But soon Triss found herself confused.

She knows every kind of medicinal herb here, and the specific medicinal properties are also familiar.

But Roger's method of use completely overturned her cognition.

"How can it be like this? Doesn't make sense?"

In this way, in her surprise, the day's practice was completed as usual.

Triss found nothing.

This made Roger even more mysterious in her eyes, especially when he was watched by that man's calm eyes, she even felt that her soul and heart had been pierced by him.

"You know what's inside Ciri..."

Triss asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I told them it doesn't matter, I can fix it."

"Can you solve it?" Triss raised the volume, "Do you know what that is? It's not ordinary energy, and even I can't find out what's in it."

"You have indeed mastered the skill of quick spell casting. The power of those spells is not bad, but believe me, it is not a real spell, and it involves a lot of theoretical things..."

"oh."

Roger didn't seem to be listening to what Triss was saying at all, but just snorted in a mild manner. This reaction made Triss feel as if she had crashed into a ball of cotton.

A stomach full of knowledge has nowhere to describe.

"You're right." Roger raised his head with a smile, not intending to argue with Triss at all.

"To be honest, you are really the most arrogant of all the demon hunters I have ever met." Triss said with a blank expression.

"I've admitted that you're right." Roger smiled.

"Don't think I can't see it. Your eyes seem to be looking at a fool. I really don't know where your confidence comes from."

Obviously there is no tit-for-tat, but Triss always feels that she is the weaker side, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Because Roger never gave her a chance to argue.

"I will prove it to you, and I am also responsible for this child."

After speaking, she turned and left.

"It must be dissatisfaction with desire..." Roger wiped his hands and sighed.

Then his eyes swept over Ciri who was immersed in the training, this little guy must have discovered something.

The days passed smoothly, and Triss never came to Roger's place since then. Soon everything was fully prepared, and Triss began to check Ciri.

Roger watched the whole process, everything looked extremely dangerous, but the results were all in Roger's expectation.

Through this magical connection, Roger heard the voice for the first time.

"You mistook your reflections on the lake for stars in the night sky."

"She is the flame, the white smoke that is bound to ignite the world, she is the blood of the ancients, the blood of the elves."

Then Triss fainted due to the surge of magic power, and Ciri also fell into a deep sleep.

But this kind of deep sleep is a kind of growth for her,

Some forces cannot be suppressed blindly.

Roger didn't have a hand in the whole process, just like there is no way to make a baby grow into a mentally sound adult in an instant.

Ciri needs to grow too.

One evening, ten days later, Triss woke up from a coma. She was greatly stimulated by the energy surge, and she also saw some unknown dangers.

This made Triss vulnerable and nervous, and she knew that she couldn't solve Ciri's problems with her own strength.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"A long time..." Geralt replied.

"And Ciri, how is she?"

"Roger is taking care of her. She is always having nightmares, but after taking some medicine that Roger prepared for her, the situation is much better."

"Maybe Roger should come and see you."

Geralt suggested.

"He's always got a lot going for him."

Before they knew it, everyone was completely convinced of Roger's ability.

"Roger said... he said he could totally handle it..."

"On the issue of spells, you would rather trust a witcher than a warlock?" Triss couldn't help raising her voice.

"I understand. That Roger is indeed very special, but he is a witcher after all. You should leave this matter to a professional. My ability is not enough, but you have better candidates."

"Listen, you should put aside your prejudices on such matters and write to her."

"Yennefer can help you."

"Roger is different from us..." Geralt still hesitated.

"Listen to Yennefer's opinion, isn't it right?" Triss' tone became gentle.

"Besides, she is still a child, so she shouldn't stay here all the time. There are only a few of you here except for the rocks, which is extremely detrimental to her growth."

"But that's how we grew up." Geralt muttered.

"So you only hunt monsters." Triss said angrily, and she realized that she was a little reckless as soon as the words came out.

"Sorry, Geralt, I meant..."

"No need to explain." Geralt put his hand on Triss's lips.

The skin-to-skin contact made the two of them freeze for an instant.

A blush flashed across Triss's pale face, "Tonight...don't go, stay with me."

"Triss...you just woke up..."

The sorceress hugged Geralt, "Just to be with me."

"All right."

Geralt nodded softly.

However, he didn't notice the smugness in the eyes of the sorceress in his arms.

Men, the body is always more honest than the tongue.

Early the next morning, the two of Geralt came to the castle hall together. Triss was still a little depressed, but her cheeks were blushing and she had an unexpected light.

"Where's Roger?"

It was only during the meal that he noticed that there was one person missing from the table.

"He left, just last night." Ciri said.

"gone?"

"But there's no snow outside yet..." Geralt shook his head halfway through the sentence. With a dragon as his mount, the heavy snow couldn't stop him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"A letter from a green dragon said a fellow named Dandelion was in trouble."

Ciri said sullenly.

"Spring hasn't come yet."

She looks out the window.

"He hasn't seen me beat Lambert yet."

Hearing the last sentence, Lambert who was not far away almost sprayed out the food in his mouth.

"Little guy, do you really want to win me?!"

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