The Divine Hunter

When the two returned to Kyle Morhan, the night shrouded the castle, and a waning moon rose in the sky.

As Lambert said, a roasted goat hangs from the grill in the hall.

But the three of Geralt had dinner early and went back to the room, but they were not able to meet each other.

They were deliberately avoiding contact with Roy.

"Little devil, our trip has already completed our expected goals, don't push people too hard." The bald man by the fireplace kindly reminded.

Roy shook his head, if the negative attitude of the wolf faction could not be changed, this covenant would have little effect.

...

Now that he has wooed Lambert, indicating that the plan worked, he decided to continue to defeat them one by one.

That night he went straight to the top floor of the main castle and knocked on the bedroom door of Lord White Wolf.

The butcher of Blaviken saw the first glance of the visitor outside the door, and there was a pale helplessness on his dead face.

"Good evening, Geralt. I have something to talk to you about."

The young Snake Pie had a bright smile and gleaming white teeth.

Geralt smiled reluctantly,

"Don't you think it's too late, how about we talk about it tomorrow?"

Roy held down the broken wooden door that was about to close, and forced one leg into the room, preventing him from closing the door.

"Tomorrow, shouldn't you go out fishing again, and go into the Blue Mountains the day after tomorrow?" Roy teased, pushed the white wolf gently on his chest and pushed him into the bedroom, "Come on, let's talk frankly and honestly. , don't hide from me anymore, I'm not your old friend Yennefer!"

"Uh... Can you stop mentioning her all the time? I've broken up with her for many years."

The white wolf muttered unhappily.

"But you still miss her in your heart."

Roy casually found the only stool to sit on.

Geralt's room was simpler than he expected, a wooden bed with animal skins, a suitcase in front of the bed, a clothes rack, and then it was empty.

The spacious hall is enough for a wonderful swordsmanship match.

"Strange, why didn't I see the unicorn? Where did the snow-white unicorn go?"

"What's the matter with you, all the weird things you say?" White Wolf sat on the wooden bed and looked at the moon outside the barred window, "Kyle Mohan doesn't have a pure girl, what can he use to attract unicorns? "

Roy nodded, it seems that White Wolf and Yennefer still have many new tricks to develop.

Such as unicorn shock, cloud shock...

"Just treat it as a personal suggestion!"

He restrained the smirk on his face and said solemnly,

"Geralt, honestly, what do you think about the Witcher Brotherhood, do you want to join?"

"I thought Lambert had explained it to you clearly enough." White Wolf shook his head, "It's just right for the Snake faction and the wolf faction to make a covenant. Next, we should draw up a charter and find a place to gather for a period of time every year. , exchange feelings, help each other by the way, and solve troubles.”

"Not too heavy a burden..."

"Why cling to the Witcher Brotherhood, a large, vague organization? Starting one is a lot harder than you might think.

"It involves all kinds of issues, such as rules and regulations, have you formulated them? Have management talents been found? Who will handle all kinds of chores for you: food, clothing, housing, salary, work arrangements? Witchers are not good at this. This field." The dark cat pupil flashed a thought, Geralt said seriously,

"Looks like you've thought about it carefully."

"You don't like to get involved in management affairs. Naturally someone else is in charge, so you don't need to worry. And according to the original idea, the Brotherhood will never force members to do things... Otherwise Lambert will never agree to join in." Roy said with a smile ,

"Lambert agreed?" White Wolf was helpless and disappointed.

"You heard right, after a month, he will go to Nuocheng with the Snake faction."

"I knew that this guy was unreliable. He clearly negotiated it well, and patted his chest to ensure that you will stop thinking about it, and you will betray as soon as you turn around!"

The white wolf growled and rubbed his temples, sighing deeply,

"Lambert is still young, eccentric, and playful. He probably wants to go to Nuocheng to see the prosperity of the big city, and he will soon get bored, so don't take his words too seriously."

"I don't think so. Lambert gave you a good start," Roy said firmly. "He will prove to you sooner or later that joining the Brotherhood was the right choice."

"And, don't you care about the disaster ten years later? If you don't unite, what will you do?"

Speaking of this, the white wolf's expression became heavy,

"Are you sure you're not reading it wrong, Roy? I really can't think of anything else in Kyrmohan that is worth coveting?"

"You don't think that the witcher itself has great value. It is resistant to poison and heat, and has far more adaptability to extreme environments than ordinary people. The witcher is an excellent experimental material!"

"And the formula of the wolf pie is no less than a priceless treasure for some existences. In order to protect Kaer Mohan, are you willing to give the formula away? Or persuade Vesemir to move out of this castle?"

Roy stared at Geralt's face.

He knows the answer.

The stubborn tradition makes the wolf faction never surrender. They would rather die than give in and stick to the end.

"Roy, your revelation is more powerful than I thought. You can see such a specific...mutation formula. Is this the reason why Kyle Mohan was attacked again?"

At this point, Geralt believed his prophecy a little, and began to seriously consider joining the so-called Brotherhood of Witchers, letting the wolf faction, snake faction, cat faction, bear faction, Kyle Siren's Griffin faction, and even The flying lion monsters that have never been seen, all unite.

Can you resist the powerful forces full of malice and rewrite the future?

By the way, I also need to add the demon hunter in front of me, who possesses revelation ability and outstanding talent.

Roy saw the movement on his face and decided to continue to overweight, "The tragedy of Kyle Mohan... There are other reasons."

"what reason?"

"It's about your daughter of destiny."

Geralt raised his eyebrows, and involuntarily came into his mind a little girl with mouse-gray hair, small and delicate features, a little boyish, lively and loud.

"How to say?"

"Geralt, do you remember Pavetta and Duny's daughter, Ciri, the little princess of Sintra? Have you visited her during this time?"

"I'm just a humble witcher with rude words and deeds," Geralt shook his head comfortingly. "What right do I have to disturb the noble princess."

"What's more, if I dare to come to the door, the Queen of Sintra, Calanthe, must think that I have bad intentions for her good granddaughter, and she will cut off my head."

…

"You're always like this...to Ciri, to Yennefer."

Full of a contradictory charm?

Roy said loudly, "Don't think... you should go and see for yourself, ask their opinions, and figure out whether they want to see you, or play hide-and-seek with you!"

"Just click, Roy." White Wolf whispered.

"I also saw Ciri's future."

"We once went on a trip to Brock Leon together and met the dryad queen Esina, who revealed Ciri's true identity, do you remember?"

"Daughter of the ancient blood—"

The low voice of the white wolf sounded, and the wind suddenly poured into the window, and the worm-eaten curtain whirled.

In the sky, the moonlight was hidden into the dark clouds, and the light was dim.

The chaotic energy of the room, as if responding to the title, became active.

"Ancient bloodline is much more precious than the witcher's mutant formula." Roy said word by word, "The power that covets her is also more powerful, and they are persevering towards her."

"You can't let go of the shackles of fate, and you lend a helping hand."

"In the end, your daughter of destiny brings danger and disaster to Kyle Morhan!"

"How is it possible! She is the heir of the kingdom," White Wolf retorted, "The royal family of Sintra and the ruler of the Skellige Islands are escorting her, who would dare to attack her?!"

"Where is the protection of the witcher?!"

...

Roy smiled without saying a word.

Geralt's thoughts changed, and he quickly figured out the crux of the matter.

Even if he is old-fashioned, neutral, and following tradition.

But he went south and north, and the news was not blocked at all.

He remembered some rumors that he had heard in Bruges and Sintra.

Some say that the troops of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south were stationed not far from the Amer Mountains.

If you continue to move due north, you will definitely enter the sphere of influence of Sintra.

The plot of the southern empire is clear.

Geralt remembered something again.

Back in Brocklion, Governor Fresnet, who had been reduced to a dryad breeding machine, even scolded Ciri for the incident, blaming her for running away and destroying the alliance between Sintra and Verdon.

Make Sintra more and more weak.

...

"Ciri still needs witchers to protect her. That only means that the Sintra royal family who originally protected her, the controlling queen Calanthe, was given to Nilfgaard..."

The white wolf was taken aback.

The night wind surged from behind his neck, and before he knew it, cold sweat oozes from his body.

Looking at the young man in front of him again, the deep cat pupils became very complicated.

The snake witcher, who was suspected to be a prophet, even easily revealed to him the direction of a future war.

too unreal.

"If Ciri had an accident, would you sit idly by?"

Geralt asked himself, shaking his head.

not only that.

Once you intervene.

Vesemir, Escal, Lambert, no matter how badly they say it,

With their decades of friendship.

It is impossible to sit back and ignore it.

The chances of Kyle Morhan being involved are not small.

This situation is logical.

"Geralt, you have also seen the power of the Law of Accidents. Even if you and Ciri are temporarily separated." Roy said solemnly, "Fate will send her to you in the end, so that you can live and die together and share weal and woe."

"At that time, if the wolf school is still only four of you adherents... Even if we add our snake school, it will still not be enough! All will be washed away to the bone..."

Roy took a deep breath, and Anjin's eyes were fixed on the witcher, "If you are unwilling to change, join us, and develop and strengthen the forces that belong to the witcher, you can't protect you with your existing strength alone. home of Kyle Morhan, your destiny's daughter Ciri."

"Damn! Are you a demon? Do you have to use such a cruel and direct expression?" Geralt stood up gaffe, paced, and hissed, "Even if I join the Brotherhood, then? A few witchers can resist forces comparable to the army, do you think it is possible?"

"Change is better than sitting still." Anjin's pupils and Amber's pupils collided with sparks, and Roy looked at the angry white wolf fearlessly. "Join the fraternity and train the apprentices, at least there is a possibility of achieving a perfect ending."

"Companions who are born and die, don't make needless sacrifices anymore."

"Everyone can be happy..."

...

"Come on, Geralt," Roy extended his hand to him, "come back to Novigrad with us and fight for the witcher's tomorrow!"

"You're such a little devil!" Geralt of Rivia repeated, his rough palms paused in mid-air, and he held the young man's hand tightly, his palms full of sweat, "Don't make me regret today's decision. !"

"Also, don't let me worry about the messy chores!"

"Don't worry, the Brotherhood will never let a layman mess things up!"

"Then we're done! We talked a lot today," Roy turned around contentedly and walked to the door, "I think you need time to digest it."

Coveted wolf pie recipe and foes of the blood of the ancients.

The direction of the Sintra and Nilfgaardian wars.

Too much information about the future flooded his mind, Geralt's face flushed red, sweat was steaming from his white hair, and he needed to slow down.

But he's like a man addicted to spirits who can't help but want more.

"Roy, the so-called revelation, as long as you want, can you see what you have in mind?" Geralt stopped him,

"How is it possible, I didn't say that the result of the revelation is full of chance," Roy shook his head and laughed.

"Then how do you know so much about things related to Kyle Mohan and me?" The white wolf looked over with bright eyes.

Because you are the protagonist.

Roy said in his heart,

"Because I have more contact with you, it is easier to obtain relevant revelations."

"Is that the reason?" Geralt's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he sat on the wooden bed with his fingers interlaced, a trace of tension on his face, "Then, can I ask you about your whereabouts alone."

"Although you ask, the revelation is out of control," Roy shook his head regretfully at the anxious white wolf, "I may not be able to give an answer."

The white wolf's face changed and he stomped on the spot.

After pondering for a long time, he spoke.

"You know how I got to Kyle Morhan in the first place, Roy. Not the law of accident."

Roy's heart moved, and he suddenly understood what the other party was going to ask. The information in my head was tumbling wildly.

Geralt took a deep breath, laughed at himself and smiled bitterly, "A woman threw me to Vesemir."

"To be precise, when I was very young, my mother abandoned me, and left me outside the gates of Kelmorhan, and then Vesemir of the Wolf School adopted me and led me into the way of the witcher, listen to Doesn't it look incredible?"

"Most of the time, the mother would just beg the witcher not to take her baby, but she avoided me."

"Uh, maybe she has something to hide." Roy comforted.

Geralt, as if not hearing her explanation, muttered nervously,

"All these years I've been wondering if I'll ever meet the woman who threw me to the witcher. If I met her, how would she react when she looked at my dark vertical pupils. I What to say, what questions to ask her, like why did she abandon me?"

Geralt's eyes swelled slightly.

"But I waited seven or eighty years, and I couldn't wait for the fate to meet again. I only asked her name from Vesemir's mouth, Visenna, a female druid and warlock. What is she now? Where? Can your revelation help me find her, Roy?" Geralt looked up at him expectantly.

"Give me some time." The Snake Sect witcher pretended to close his eyes and pondered for a moment, only to hear the slight rapid breathing of the white wolf in the room.

In fact, according to the original history, Geralt would see his mother two years later, when he was seriously injured, and was healed by her, but the White Wolf could not get the answer he wanted from her, and she Without saying goodbye.

If you intervene, will there be any changes?

"I saw her pale complexion and thin body, which is completely unlike you." Roy shook his head, "She has traveled all over the world like most Druids, and she also shoulders the duties of an herbalist, treating people's diseases. ."

"But she doesn't have a fixed place, her whereabouts are a mystery, at least I can't find it."

Geralt lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"But I also caught a glimpse of another scene. It has to do with your background."

Roy took a deep breath and explained for the woman, "A man with white hair had hallucinations before he died, and he saw a man who slaughtered monsters."

"The man in the vision told him that his name was Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt pulled away from his gloomy emotions a little, and his heart filled with surprise.

He didn't remember seeing a certain white-haired man who was dying?

When did this happen?

"So later, this dying man, the human warrior Colin, told his wife, the caster Visenna... the unborn child in her womb, Geralt of Rivia, and prophesied that this The child is a witcher with dark cat eyes!"

"The wife thought it was the will of fate. He obeyed Colin's last words and gave the child to the witchers of Kermorhan to raise."

Roy stared at Geralt,

"Because of the power of destiny, this child successfully survived the trial of green grass and became a wolf school witcher."

"Concluded the Law of Accidents with the heirs of the ancient blood."

"Duettaean aef cirran Caerme Gleddyv (The sword of fate has two blades)," Roy confided an archaic saying, repeating a phrase said by the Dryad Queen of Brock Leon, and giving another interpretation, "Yn esseth ( And you are one of them)."

"It will affect the direction of the entire world!"

"Huh..." The room fell silent for a while, and after a long time, he cleared his head.

Geralt pursed his lips, his expression serious and confused.

"What you mean is that it was not Visenna who abandoned me, but my father, the white-haired man named Colleen, who decided my fate because of the fantasy before death!"

"Maybe it's not just fantasy." Roy smiled, "but if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can think so."

"What you want to know more clearly will have to wait for me to see more." Roy paused,

"After returning to Nuocheng together."