Demon Hunter and His Hut

Geralt's badge buzzed as waves of magic flickered across Sabina's body.

"Don't forget where this is!" Yennefer snorted coldly. This made Sabina, who was on the verge of going berserk, slowly calm down.

This woman has been uneasy from the beginning. If Roger is just an ordinary person, then the final outcome can be imagined.

But for so many days of company, there is no credit but hard work. In addition, to be honest, Roger always feels that the other party is the one who takes advantage.

"Very good, very good, Witcher."

Sabina gritted her teeth and said.

"I remember you!"

"I often hear you say similar compliments, but your attitude is very different from now." Roger shrugged and replied indifferently.

Whispering came from around, those sorceresses are all guys who are afraid of chaos in the world, although their voices are soft, they don't avoid Sabina.

Feeling ashamed, Sabina walked out angrily, obviously not planning to attend the dinner later.

"It won't be long before you will thank me." Roger shouted loudly, and at this time the sorceress had disappeared into the crowd.

"Roger..." Geralt shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't understand his colleague at all.

The three of them quickly entered the reminiscence mode, and after a while, other wizards and warlocks greeted Ye Naifa.

Although there were many things he wanted to ask Roger, Yennefer could only hold back and turned around to greet other friends. Geralt wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, he followed.

With Yennefer's experience, there might be many old lovers to meet at this banquet, and Geralt felt that it was necessary for him to be by her side.

Seizing this opportunity, Dijkstra approached Roger quietly.

"My lord." He lowered his voice and handed over a wine glass.

"Why are you here?"

"Is there anything I can order..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in what you're about to do, conspiracy, betrayal, control, whatever you mess around with, as long as it doesn't affect my life."

Roger looked up at the dome covered with murals, "Even if this palace is brought down... what if the whole island is sunk?"

"How did Shanedd Island sink?" Dijkstra smiled awkwardly. Although the entire palace looked almost airtight, the air inside was smooth and the temperature was pleasant.

But at this moment, the spy manager felt hot all over his body, and his back was soaked in sweat. For some reason, he always felt that the man in front of him seemed to have seen through all their plans.

"It is indeed difficult to sink an island, but if all the wizards on it are dead..." Roger glanced at Dijkstra with a half-smile.

"I've said what needs to be said, go ahead and do your thing."

Roger took Dijkstra's glass, much to the relief of Dijkstra, who feared nothing more than being snubbed or warned by Roger.

After Dijkstra left, Triss also came over to say hello to Roger, but she just nodded and exchanged a few words before leaving.

These wizards and warlocks are obviously more unrestrained than anyone else. At this time, they are all well-dressed and elegant.

The food on the surrounding tables was also lackluster, and Roger felt bored after a few rounds.

After a while Geralt came back to Roger again.

"Stop being your flower protector?" Roger joked.

Geralt let go of his collar. "Enough is enough. This clothes make me uncomfortable. No matter what I say or do, I don't fit in with Yennefer."

"The wine here is as weak as cat urine. After the banquet is over, let's have a good drink."

"Are you sure you have time to drink with me tonight?" Roger looked at Geralt. "I think you should have more important things to do."

Thinking of the smell that fascinated him, Geralt smiled awkwardly.

He and Ye Naifa have just reconciled, and the reunion of the two after a long absence is a time of strong emotions.

"Understood!" Roger patted Geralt on the shoulder, "Be good!"

"Show what?" Ye Naifa's voice came suddenly,

She didn't know when she got rid of the warlocks around her.

"It's nothing." Geralt mumbled. At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and they parted to both sides like a tide.

"Here they come."

The senior members of the Wizarding Association and the High Council were present. The few old guys who walked in front had nothing to say, and the two who were behind were especially noticeable.

A man and a woman.

The appearance and figure are too beautiful.

"Franceska..." Yennefer looked at the woman and introduced to Roger, "Her name is so beautiful, it means Daisy of the Valley, and many people think she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"She looks so young." Geralt praised dryly, full of desire to survive, and praised another woman in front of Yennefer...

Geralt has done similar stupid things, and the result is needless to say.

Yennefer chose to kick Geralt off the bed at the moment when the essence of life was about to burst out!

This is the sorceress' revenge.

"She's a pure-blooded elf, and look at the man who escorted him, Vigoforts of Loigwynn."

"Great talent at a young age."

As the youngest member of the council, Ye Naifa knew that it was time for her to appear, so she tidied her clothes and walked up.

What followed was naturally boring communication. Roger was already a little drowsy, and he rejected the warm invitations of several beautiful ladies.

Just as he was about to leave, Yennefer turned back and approached Geralt.

"Geralt, someone wants to see you and wants to talk to you alone."

"who?"

"Vigoforts."

"What is there to talk about between us?" Geralt looked puzzled.

"Maybe he wants to win you over, or maybe he wants to get some news. You have to be careful, this person is cunning and don't fall for his tricks."

"Okay." Geralt hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the corridor behind. Roger was about to leave at this time, but Yennefer took the opportunity to stop him.

He understood the meaning in the other's eyes.

The two took a glass of wine, avoided the crowd, and came to a terrace full of flowers. The humid sea breeze rushed towards them. Looking up, the splendor of Gastang Palace seemed to be in sight.

"We're going to have a meeting there tomorrow..."

Yennefer dryly opened the topic.

Roger didn't say anything, he knew the purpose of the sorceress' invitation to come here, and sure enough, Yennefer turned his head eagerly the next moment.

"Roger, you said, I still have hope...but when?"

"I can not wait anymore."

"Whatever you want, I can give you whatever!" Ye Naifa's eyes were firm.

"Be more patient, and I will come to you when the time is right."

"But……"

"No, but, so be it, you and Geralt are not ready yet."

"Me and Geralt?!" Yennefer seemed to realize something.

"Me and his child..."

"Can we?" Happiness came so suddenly, Ye Naifa was even a little incoherent.

"That's it, all you have to do is be ready when the happiness comes."

After speaking, Roger jumped out of the railing.

"I'm tired of being bored here, see you tomorrow."

"That's right." Roger took one last look at Yennefer while his body fell.

"If I were you, I'd take Geralt down tonight, out of this giant vortex."

"What do you know?!" Yennefer's eyes burst into light, and Roger's body had already begun to disappear.

Below him is an abyss.

Ye Naifa was not worried about Roger's safety. She had seen the strangeness of this man, and she didn't mutter a word until a long time later.

"No, I made the right choice."

Obviously she didn't take Roger's advice to heart.

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