The Divine Hunter

The top of the west tower.

"Crench, creak..." In a sleepy sound.

Vesemir lay in an old rocking chair, basking in the rare sun on a winter afternoon.

He remembered what he saw in the dining room at noon, and couldn't help showing a smile on his old, slack cheeks.

Geralt and Escal, who had been avoiding that kid at first, returned to their normal attitudes, eating and drinking, joking and bickering.

This shows that their discussions about the Witcher Brotherhood have come to an end.

Kyle Mohan has been dead for many years, and the temper of the two boys has also become dull and negative.

Geralt, in particular, looked more and more like a sentimental and introverted old woman.

The witcher's lifespan is so long that if he can't live happily and actively, it's not equivalent to torture.

If, with Roy's intervention, Geralt and Escal could change their attitudes a little bit and produce a little positive change, he would be happy to see it happen.

"Dong dong..."

After a polite knock on the door.

Light footsteps from far to near.

"Brave boy, how's the battle going?" Vesemir asked with a smile without looking back. "Have you persuaded those stubborn guys?"

"You all know?" Roy walked over to the old man and handed over a bottle of vodka that Trolls loved.

The old man took a hearty sip, and the wine soaked his beard down his chin.

"All your thoughts are in your eyes. You are a person with perseverance, and you will never give up until you reach your goals."

"You're right, things have come to an end." Roy walked to the tower and looked at the sun in the distance with a happy face, "When the Snake Pie returns, Lambert, Escal, and Geralt will meet. Follow us back to Noro City, and together with the cat faction guys, the three schools will discuss matters related to the Witcher Brotherhood."

"Your teacher, did Leto agree?" Vesemir asked. "I remember he was against it."

"He's just worried that I've offended everyone, and it turns out that Geralt and the others aren't that stingy.

And the Reconstruction of the Brotherhood and the Snake faction is not contradictory, rather, they are mutually reinforcing. "

"Today, it is unrealistic to want to establish a strong school alone. Only by strengthening the... er... destiny community of the entire witcher can we fundamentally reverse the decline."

"Community with a shared future, I've never heard of it, but it makes sense." The old man handed Roy the remaining half of the wine bottle, "I'll give you another piece of advice, no matter what happens in the future, don't ignore and hurt Those who care about you."

"Thank you for your reminder, I'll keep it in my heart!" Roy took the bottle and took a sip. The alcohol rose from his stomach, and his cheeks flushed. A trip to Nuocheng? Counting you, the wolf pie is complete."

"I'm getting old and my athleticism has deteriorated so much that I can't go very far. And Kyle Mohan has to be guarded."

"I'm fine staying here."

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched, and he still remembered the old man's agile skills to avoid Bai Shuang.

"You're joking, if your skills are not good, then I'm not equivalent to a patient who is paralyzed in bed." Roy teased, "And isn't your most valuable life experience?"

"When we return to Nuocheng and start recruiting apprentices, you will definitely be one of the most suitable mentors." Roy tempted, "You don't want to relive your youth and fix the chattering elementary school apprentices? Tell them about it. The great truth of life?"

The rattan chair stopped swinging, Vesemir raised his head sharply, and flames ignited in Amber's eyes.

Countless images of the past flickered in my mind.

That God buried in the bottom of my heart, lively, lively time.

However, the flames quickly went out.

"I'm getting older...but I'm curious, how the fraternity plans to recruit apprentices?"

"Orphanage." Roy said bluntly, "There are shadows hidden under the prosperity of Nuocheng. Many children are abandoned soon after birth, unable to support themselves, or become beggars or die tragically."

"We will contact the giants of Nuocheng to establish a legal orphanage."

"Choosing out some kids with talent and perseverance, of course, purely voluntarily."

"Train them, while combining the familiar Warlock improvement formula."

"It's really a bold innovation." The old man pondered, and wanted to persuade him, for example, the warlock could not be contacted, the improvement was unsuccessful, and the people of Nuocheng began to object and cause trouble.

But in the end did not ask the exit.

"You don't want to go and see?" Roy continued, "Don't fool me with excuses, don't you want to leave Kyle Morhen now?"

"Since 50 years ago, the time I have left the castle has become less and less. Living too long is not a good thing. Except for Geralt and the others, almost all familiar friends have died." Vesemir shook his head, "One There may be a month or two in the middle of the year, out of habit, I go out to take a few commissions and move my muscles and bones."

"All acquaintances are dead?" Roy's eyes flashed and he shook his head, "That's not necessarily true... As far as I know, there is another person who has a close relationship with you and is alive and well."

The old man's face was stunned,

"Who do you see through revelation?"

"I'm happy to tell you... But I hope that after you and your old friends have a pleasant meeting, you can think of the boy who is waiting for you in Nuocheng." Roy smiled,

Vesemir shook his head and nodded noncommittally.

"I predicted such a scene." Roy began to narrate.

"In the winter of 1234, there was a bat-winged demon haunting the Cowfort, and a notice was posted on the notice board. The witcher appeared, and it was you, old man! When you tracked the monster, you passed a luxurious manor, and you and the manor The Lord's daughter's eyes met, secretly feeling affection, she wrote a note to you and asked her housekeeper to deliver it to you."

The rocking chair began to "crunch" again.

With Roy's emotional tone,

The old man seemed to be back in those passionate years.

"You went to her while it was dark, night after night,"

"It's a pity that once her father heard the voice, you escaped! But you left behind a soft armor of the wolf faction."

"Since then, her father has issued an arrest warrant and your love has ended."

"She's married to one, old earl—"

Vesemir's face darkened.

The old tree blooms, and there is a time.

Roy laughed inwardly, his voice changed,

"But her husband died early. She became the widow of Count Minole."

"Now she has pale hair and a wrinkled face, but she is still single, sitting alone with a large inheritance, living on the memories of her youth..."

"Vesemir, Vesemir," Roy teased the old man when the story ended. "The maid helped with the love letter, had a tryst in the garden, and ran away from the window in a hurry. I didn't expect you to be so suave!"

"Geralt, don't you sigh too much?"

"Is this strange? I was young before! Believe it or not, there were quite a few girls who liked me at that time." The old man lay on the rattan chair and arranged his hair with his hands. Straight up a bit. "I'm quite welcome."

"Then do you still remember this lady?"

The old man did not answer, or acquiesced.

Roy suddenly shouted,

"Looks like you haven't let her go. So what are you dawdling about? Go and see the Cow Castle! Don't let her wait alone! Countess Minole, I have never forgotten you!"

"I'll think it over."

...

"crunch...crunch..."

The chair shook even more.

Roy backed away quietly.

Before closing the door, look back at the old man's back.

He remembered the original historical trajectory again——

The torrential rain is coming, the eve of the war.

"Are you going to visit her?" Geralt asked.

"Maybe later, until everything is over and the weather is calm." Vesemir replied.

But he never had a chance.

After that time, Vesemir fell into eternal sleep as a hero.

Now, old man, the crisis has not yet come, seize this opportunity!

Roy cheered for him from the bottom of his heart.

The old tree is in the spring, and then come to Nuocheng in the best condition!