Demon Hunter and His Hut

Sabina was clearly groomed for the day.

Her blouse, made of black chiffon, showed her curvaceous figure, and her crimson skirt was tied with a silver belt with a huge rose-shaped buckle.

The slits on the side of the skirt are naturally open all the way to the hips as always, making the scenery under her skirt faintly visible when walking.

It's just that the only fly in the ointment is that Sabina's face is slightly pale, and her walking posture is also a little strange.

Originally, this small problem naturally did not trouble the sorceress, they had many spells or magic ointments to make themselves look radiant.

But what is this place?

Almost all the warlocks that can be seen in the north and south are gathered here. It is okay to move a little bit, but if it is too big, even if it is glamorous enough, it will definitely be ridiculed by other colleagues.

Faced with this problem, Sabina had to brace herself, and at the same time glanced at the man beside her intentionally or unintentionally.

"This guy's physical strength makes people crazy..."

"Couldn't he be transformed from a troll?"

The sorceress muttered softly.

Until this moment, she had never doubted Roger's identity. After all, everyone in her heart believed that demon hunters should kill monsters.

And what about Roger?

He is now almost the most successful actor in Novigrad, and his image of the witcher is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Compared with her slight fatigue, Roger is full of energy at this time.

According to the etiquette, Roger should have put on a tight-fitting men's suit suitable for a banquet, but Sabina deliberately made him change into a less formal wallet in order to deliberately show Roger's identity.

The silver inlaid gloves, and the long sword on the back, the weapons will definitely be confiscated, but Sabina just wants Roger to attract attention.

But even if there was an element of acting, she couldn't help admiring Roger's heroism at this time.

This man does have the capital to make a woman's heart flutter. Thinking of this question, what remained in Sabina's mind was not a surge of emotion, but weakness in her legs and feet.

Who knows what she went through on this journey.

At first, it was gluey and ecstatic, but later it became a hiding and hiding.

In the end, if it wasn't for fighting her old enemy Yennefer, Sabina had already planned to leave this man and go on the road alone.

What made her feel even more strange was that she was obviously extremely tired, but as long as she was stared at by this man, she would always agree to it by accident.

Obviously she should be the one enjoying it, but along the way, Sabina even felt more like a maid.

The kind that sleeps with you.

"Let's go." Roger said.

"Remember the agreement between us, and perform well in a while."

Sabina exhorted.

The two stood side by side, and the sorceress raised her head and chest, showing her most perfect side.

The palace's vast central hall was built in a T-shape, with windows in the passages almost as high as the tops of the columns supporting the ceiling. The ceiling is so high that it is difficult to discern the details of the dome decoration paintings.

Each window is filled with stained glass, which looks expensive, and the surrounding candlesticks are also magical virtual images, making the place appear brightly lit.

When they entered, there were already hundreds of people present.

Sabina quickly looked around looking for her prey.

And Roger glanced casually.

Well... except for that Philippa, he knew almost no one, and of course Philippa had now forgotten everything Roger had done to her.

As for almost, it was because besides Philippa, the man who accompanied her was also an old acquaintance of Roger.

Dijkstra.

Head of Intelligence for King Redania.

Dijkstra, who has a background in intelligence, is extremely sensitive to other people's gazes, and Roger can be noticed just by scanning them lightly.

This guy was still wearing a brightly colored dress robe. He raised his head, but the moment he saw Roger, his bloated body shook uncontrollably.

This caught Philippa's attention.

"What's the matter?" Philippa followed Dijkstra's gaze, and then saw Roger.

"Who is that? A witcher?"

"What's the matter recently?" She muttered in a low voice.

"When did the witcher start to appear frequently in our field of vision, first Geralt, and then this strange guy."

"You don't know him?" Dijkstra's voice tightened.

"Why should I know him?" Philippa shook her head.

At this time, Dijkstra's back was covered with fine sweat, and he froze in place, not knowing whether he should go over to say hello, or pretend he didn't see it.

"She really forgot all that."

But Dijkstra never forgot that in his midnight dreams, Philippa's body always appeared in his mind.

But that picture is not charming, only deep fear.

He didn't know what kind of power it was to manipulate a powerful female numerologist like Philippa, but as far as he knew, it would be difficult for even the most famous Wigfortz in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone was walking towards the direction of Roger and the two, blocking the sight of each other. This made Dijkstra heave a sigh of relief, and he twisted his thick body and approached the dining table.

Desperately stuffing food into his mouth, because only in this way can he divert his attention, so as not to show too many flaws due to nervousness.

"What are you doing?"

"King Vizmir doesn't even make you hungry?" Philippa frowned.

The Secret Service Chief smiled, and suddenly made up his mind that he had to figure out some things, otherwise this would most likely be his last meal.

Of course, he appeared here not for real enjoyment, but with an important task on his shoulders.

Sabina didn't find Yennefer immediately, but several familiar female sorceresses greeted her.

These women are beautiful and tall. Roger glanced at them, and there are at least thirteen sorceresses in this room...

Well, their clothes can be described as thin as onion wings.

Only slightly occluded in key areas.

And the cover is not very thorough.

"This is your new plaything?" A blond woman approached Sabina.

"He looks stunningly handsome."

"Hmm... strong too."

The women don't use the common language, but the ancient language, with weird tones. Except for them, even the language experts in the Bullburg Academy can hardly use it flexibly.

But these are naturally not a problem for Roger.

Roger didn't say anything, just nodded and smiled, pretending not to understand.

"That's right."

Sabina smiled perfunctorily.

At this moment, she felt that the word plaything was extremely harsh.

"Tell me what's special about him?"

"Maybe after the banquet is over today, you can let me try it?"

"Well...but why did you let him dress like this?" Someone asked strangely.

"Why does it look like a witcher?"

"He can't really be a witcher, can he?" The woman licked her red lips.

"Speaking of the witcher..." She shifted her gaze to the other side of the banquet.

"Ye Naifa is here too, bringing the rumored white wolf."

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