Demon Hunter and His Hut

"You let me down."

Emperor Emhyr of the Nilfgaardian Empire sat behind the table, looking at the wizard standing not far from him.

Wigfortz didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"You promised me that you would bring that girl to me."

"And how did Cassirer die?"

Emhyr was very young, but his face was serious and frightening. His black hair was combed meticulously behind his head. His eyes were sharp, and he treated this powerful and talented wizard without any difference.

"There was a little accident, which was beyond my control..."

After a while, Wigfortz replied.

"Casirer and the girl fought briefly and suffered a little injury, but then the witcher easily killed him." Wigfortz explained a few words.

Emhyr frowned, he got some news from the officials of the empire, and all signs indicated that Cassirer's death seemed not so simple.

But Emhyr didn't pursue the issue, "give me an exact time."

This seemed too impatient for him.

After the incident on Shaned Island, all forces are actively looking for Ciri's whereabouts, but the girl seems to have disappeared from the world.

Emhyr even suspected that she had fallen into the hands of a certain king of the Northern Alliance. If it was more extreme, those damned guys would probably make the girl's belly bigger first.

In this way, the marriage has become a matter of course.

Emhyr had done similar things when he was young, and he knew that those guys would do anything for politics and status.

"The situation is different. Now that girl is no longer the focus, but the witcher next to her is."

"You mean the so-called accident rate and fate?" Emhyr sneered, and there was an indescribable irony in his laughter.

"Don't underestimate the power of fate, after all, you are also the beneficiary of this matter."

Emhyr was silent, he looked up at Wigfortz and said nothing.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a high-ranking king, but deep down in his heart there is a secret that only he and Wigfortz know.

When he was young, Emhyr was persecuted by the rebel forces of the Nilfgaard Empire and had to stay away from his country. Not only that, he himself was cursed, in two states of human form and hedgehog form.

Many years ago, he made a private decision with a princess for life, which was strongly opposed by the princess' mother. In order to kill him, the tough mother had to invite a witcher.

Geralt.

But that's where things turned around.

So, when talking about the witcher, the first thing Emhyr thought of was Geralt.

"It's not that white wolf, it's another one."

"Roger."

"No one knows where he came from, but according to the results of my current investigation, this Roger is very likely to be the first demon hunter in history. Or it is the standard for making other demon hunters."

"And this guy is obviously much better than his juniors."

Wigfortez had a solemn expression on his face. After returning home, he had secretly deduced countless times, but the final results made him extremely decadent.

One-on-one in a narrow space, even if the means are the best, the ending is to die with the other party.

That man is already powerful enough to affect the balance.

And this kind of power is beyond his comprehension.

But these words made His Majesty the great emperor feel extremely harsh.

In his mind no flesh and blood could stand against the iron cavalry of Nilfgaard's army.

Are those so-called strong men there? Under the horseshoes of the cavalry became meat sauce.

"In this case, find him and kill him."

"Such important news, you should have told me earlier."

"It's not that simple." Wigfortz smiled, and His Majesty's contempt reminded him of himself.

Feeling the emptiness under the robe, Wigfortz felt cold all over, and now he has paid a heavy price for his contempt.

"No one can kill him."

"He is the most powerful swordsman I have ever seen. Even ten Geralts can't compare with him. No, we can't simply compare him like this."

"Because they're more like two creatures."

"If ten are not enough, then a hundred, or even a thousand, and then send a legion."

"Our troops can even level mountains, let alone a single person."

Emhyr is still used to thinking about problems with his own strengths.

"That's right, he can indeed be defeated by crowd tactics, but first we have to find him to determine its location, and then mobilize an army of more than a hundred people to encircle and suppress it without disturbing him..."

Wigfortz spread his hands.

"Do you still think it's easy now?"

His Majesty the Emperor frowned.

"He's just a demon hunter, is he really as powerful as you say?"

If it wasn't for his understanding of Wigfortz, Emhyr even suspected that this was an excuse for the other party to shirk responsibility.

"Let's keep it simple. If he wants to kill you, all the troops outside and the defensive measures in the palace will be useless."

Wigfortz pointed to his feet, "If he appears here, at least one of us will die."

Emhyr fell silent.

Because he knew that Wigfortz never joked about his own life or death.

"Roger is protecting that girl, so you don't have to worry, she won't fall into the hands of the kings of the Northern Alliance, they don't have that ability."

"So, to find him you have to kill the witcher?" Emhyr concluded.

"Yes, I already have a plan for this." There was a hint of sternness in his eyes, and he hated Roger even more than his parents who had abandoned him.

"I need a little support because you're going to see a small battle, even a massacre!"

After a moment, Emhyr nodded slowly.

After a whole night of secret talks, Wigfortz opened the portal and returned to his castle. He entered the underground secret laboratory alone, where many bodies were placed.

All are male, and certain organs stand out in particular.

After a long experiment, Vigoforts didn't get the result he wanted, and his tyrannical emotions rose, and he wished to use the flame storm to destroy everything in front of him.

"It's Lady Francesca." The alchemy doll reminded Wigfortz.

Casting a spell to remove the residual medicine smell on the clothes, Wigforts calmed down a bit, and then left the laboratory.

He didn't want anyone to speculate on the experiment he conducted through the clues of the potion.

"What's the rush?"

Francesca was still as beautiful as ever, she chose to stand on Nilfgaard's side during the Thaned Island Incident, and her sacrifice also earned Emhyr's support.

The elves got a piece of territory of their own, although it was not big, at least they had a place to stay.

The two are in a cooperative relationship, and there is no obvious superior and inferior.

"Contact Philippa, we want to mobilize all the forces in our hands to start a war."

"War, are you joking?" Francesca looked surprised.

"I'm not scaremongering. Demon hunters may have already mastered a large-scale area of ​​forbidden magic."

"This is related to the survival of the entire warlock group. Think about it, if similar technologies are controlled by those nobles and kings..."

"Then what are we, and Philippa's domineering sorceresses?"

"This is a war, and one of the two sides must be completely wiped out after the battle."

Vigoforts' eyes flashed with a sharp light, and this emotion pierced into the female elf's heart like a dagger.

"Which one are you going to do?"

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