Demon Hunter and His Hut

"What the hell are you... people?"

Sitting opposite Roger, Ye Naifa looked complicated.

"Last time, you should have asked me to take Ciri away. If that was the case, there would have been no subsequent conflicts, and you would not have exposed your identity and power to arouse Wigoffuzz's fear."

"You should have killed him!"

Yennefer said.

Roger did not give any statement to the sorceress' statement, but just filled the wine glasses of both parties.

"Who are you going to take away this time?"

Ye Naifa was startled, "What do you know?"

Roger smiled and shook his head.

"Is it Geralt?"

"Then you can leave now..."

After a pause, he seemed to understand something, "It seems that this is not your idea, so besides Geralt, what else do you want from me?"

Ye Naifa felt extremely terrified, she didn't seem to have any secrets in front of this man.

"You should have guessed, that thing, the means of confining magic."

"It's really greedy." Roger sighed.

"As long as cheats and treasures are used as gimmicks in martial arts novels, the whole world will definitely be bloody. This method has been tried and tested repeatedly."

"what?"

Yennefer was confused, but Roger smiled and waved his hands.

"It seems that Philippa has been prepared for a long time. Even if you really master this method, I'm afraid you won't be able to threaten her."

"I think you should also consider the consequences of doing so, at least Geralt will never forgive you."

"I just want him to live."

Yennefer's voice was heavy.

"Look..." Roger spread his hands.

"As I said, you are always like this. What you say is full of what I think, I think, even life and death. Shouldn't you think more about Geralt's feelings?"

Yennefer and Geralt have a love-hate entanglement, and a large part of the conflict is due to Yennefer's strength and ego.

In comparison, Triss is much gentler. She is willing to listen to Geralt's thoughts, and is willing to cooperate with Geralt to make some adjustments except for big issues.

In Roger's view, Triss is more suitable for Geralt than Yennefer.

But there is no way, who made Geralt and Yennefer know each other longer and have a deeper bond.

This reminded him of what happened in the future in the "game". After the riots of the Livia massacre, although Geralt barely saved his life, he lost his memory because of it.

During that journey, he got to know and understand Triss again, so in the end, even if he regained his memory, Geralt didn't know what choice to make when facing these two women again.

There seems to be nothing wrong with choosing either.

But if you want to have both...

Wash and sleep alone, after all, there is everything in the dream.

"He can't die here, at least not because of your madness!" The female sorceress heaved her chest,

She was full of resentment towards the man in front of her.

"I'm not your opponent, and I can't hurt anyone here." Suddenly Ye Naifa's attitude softened.

"So I beg you, give me that thing, just for Geralt's life."

It's hard to imagine that Ye Naifa, who has always been as high as a queen, would say such a thing.

Roger was silent for a moment.

"If I tell you that there is no so-called magic-proofing method at all, everything is a misunderstanding."

"That's impossible!"

"Everyone has seen what happened above Kaer Morhen, are you still unwilling?"

The light in Yennefer's eyes dimmed instantly.

"okay, I get it!"

She stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to take Geralt away, I won't let him die here." Yennefer already had a plan in his heart.

With that said, she strode towards the door.

Pulling open the door suddenly, Ye Naifa froze in place.

"Ciri."

"Stay with us."

"I'm sorry, I wanted to take you with me too..."

The sorceress had mixed feelings.

"Stay, or, you should let Geralt make his own choice."

Yennefer's face turned pale.

At this time, Triss also appeared from the corridor.

"You should change once." She looked at Yennefer.

"Triss...all of us will die if we stay."

"So what?" Terri shrugged indifferently.

"To be honest, I really regret it. I should have stayed. If I had done that, I would have won now."

Her breathing gradually became short of breath. It was obvious that Yennefer was having a fierce ideological struggle. After a long silence, she let out a breath as if she was exhausted, and then turned her head suddenly to look at Roger who was sitting in the room.

"Remember what you promised Geralt?"

"You said you could help me with that permanent deficiency."

Roger nodded.

"Is your promise still valid?"

"certainly!"

"Okay! I'll wait for the day you cash it out!"

Hearing this, both Ciri and Triss showed relieved smiles on their faces.

This night seemed extraordinarily long, the blizzard came quickly, but it ended very quickly, before dawn, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, leaving only a piece of whiteness.

Nothing happened that night, but everyone knew that the greatest crisis would come at dawn.

"Get ready to fight, they are coming!"

Vesemir raised his head and inserted the greased longsword into the scabbard, and the demon hunters beside him did the same.

Everyone has a long breath and steady eyes, just like before the start of every hunting.

"Wait for me!"

A voice came.

It was Geralt, and beside him was Yennefer with a calm face.

No one knows exactly what happened in the room, maybe it was an affectionate confession, maybe a brief lingering, or an unreserved revealing of the heart.

In short, there seemed to be a qualitative change in the intertwined eyes of Geralt and Yennefer.

"It's a pity..."

"Although Yennefer is indeed good, I still hope that you can choose Triss. Do you want to think of a way to help him?"

Roger muttered softly.

He doesn't have any emotional burden, it's more like a difficult choice made during the game clearance.

"Actually, I can do it alone."

Roger said to Vesemir and the others.

After waiting for so long, what he wants is not an easy victory.

Years ago, the mob stormed Kaer Morhen and wreaked havoc here.

Countless corpses piled up in the valley, and as time went by, those corpses became the only witnesses of the massacre.

But this time, when Kaer Morhen was about to erupt in the second round of slaughter, Roger waited patiently.

He wants to start a new era with this.

Just like the rising sun outside the castle.

"This is Kaer Morhen."

Vesemir looked solemn.

Behind him, Geralt and the others said in unison.

"We are witchers!"

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