The Divine Hunter

After a heavy rain, the sky is clear.

The sun hangs on the blue sky, and the crystal sunshine reflects the multi-colored arcs of interlaced layers through the moist water vapor.

Above Gawain's house, a hazy and magnificent rainbow bridge opened quietly.

It crosses the entire orphanage, setting off the small and exquisite wooden houses surrounded by the Chiyang Cong, like a dream building in a fairy tale country.

Another beautiful and peaceful morning.

A group of students in the classroom followed Kayane in reciting a sonnet about a witcher that Dandelion had recently written before he left.

In the blacksmith shop, Vesemir gave orders to a few blacksmith apprentices wearing pocket aprons and cotton gloves, whose faces were lit by the fire of the furnace. On the wooden shelf next to them, there were not-so-standard handcrafted products. scissors and hoe.

In the alchemy room, Lesso was watching Vicky's three apprentices, refining the evergreen "energy potion" in the pharmacy shop. The three children are young, but they have independently refined more than ten kinds of conventional calendula potions and energy potions. Potion, although the quality of the potion is not high.

Outside the wooden fence, in front of a few scarecrows wearing sacks with their backs facing the alder forest, Serret pointed to three farming and hunting apprentices to practice shooting with short wooden bows.

Oaks used to be by his side.

But at present, the guy accompanied Dandelion to Toussaint and has not returned.

It is worth mentioning that Roy has handed over 20,000 crowns of deposits to Serrit, and he also takes care of the income of the pharmacy and the dance hall.

Because Roy often works abroad, the Brotherhood is the most astute, and Serrit, who is good at arithmetic, has inherited the treasurer.

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Beside the stable of Gawain's house, a shiny brown stallion grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth, making a strange sound of puff, puff, and a big head coquettishly towards the witcher's shoulder and head. , and a black leather apron.

The horse's long pointed ears stood up high, and the bases of the ears swayed vigorously from time to time, like buoys rippling with the water.

"Okay, Wirth... I know I've left you out recently, I shouldn't have left you to those naughty brats... I'm not going to give you a special meal, I'll give you a massage by the way." Roy patted Wirth softly his face, put a wooden bucket full of carrots, alfalfa, and green corn by the sink, and brush his back with a soft brush while he eats.

Pull out the rows of white foam.

Wilt took a bite of the carrot, snorted happily, and put his wet nose on the witcher's face, exhaling warmly.

"You forgive me? The tolerant good boy... Are you comfortable? Just call when you feel comfortable."

"puff…"

Roy patted Wirth on the neck and scrubbed more professionally and harder.

...

Rita Need stood under the elm tree by the stable, staring at the scene with a smile, the breeze blowing her light black lace dress and flaming hair slightly beat,

"You've got horses and griffins, you should be a druid, not a witcher."

She rubbed the little head of Goerfin Spotted Cat in her arms, and Goerfin gave a "meow" in grievance, and was then buried in a deep ditch.

"Maybe, I'll learn how to tame animals in the future..." Roy glanced meaningfully at the sorceress' embossed body, "I heard that Druids study the way of nature, and some aspects are not inferior at all. to wild animals."

The sorceress raised her sharp chin, bit her ruddy lower lip and provocatively said, "Then now, at this time, do you need me to open a portal for you to go to Caed Du to find the Druid Ring? Let you ask for advice, come back and surprise me again?!"

"Well, I'll have to wait a bit longer. I'll talk about it when I get back from this trip." Roy turned around, and in the corner of the yard, Geralt, who was wearing a mighty bear robe, walked straight towards them with two swords on his back.

"Those guys made you angry again?" Roy glanced behind him with a half-smile, and the four reserve witcher apprentices were hurriedly dodging the curved double pendulum under the two weeping willows.

"With Carl at the front... These little brats are a lot more sensible." Geralt shook his head, his eyes swept over the two of them, and teased, "Is it convenient to talk now, does it affect your flirting and scolding? pretty?"

Roy raised his eyebrows, took off his leather apron and put it on the stable fence, "His Excellency Geralt of Rivia, when did you become so joking?"

"I was born this way! Well... Recently that bastard Escal found a woman with long horns, he still likes to show off in front of me, and Lambert also leaves early and returns late, with a spring breeze on his face, he can't just be high. Sheriff Wenhe's subordinate is a swordsmanship coach, and he must have hooked up with some good woman. I probably have a bit of a rejection." Geralt shook his head, his tone slightly dejected.

I see that you have lost the moisture of a woman and become angry!

Roy thought to himself.

Livia's Piledriver has been honest for a long time since he joined the Brotherhood, at least Roy didn't see him go messing around and unleash his nowhere charm.

So now the whole wolf faction, the old man, Lambert, and Escal have all found a girlfriend, and only Geralt is a bachelor.

Poor indeed.

Roy suddenly glanced at the woman beside him, and Rita Ned gave him a gentle smile despite being surprised.

Geralt's eyelids twitched and he took a deep breath.

"White Wolf, are you kidding me? If you have something to say, what trouble did you encounter?"

Roy put his hands around his chest, and the sorceress walked quietly to him, wrapping his arms around his arms.

Golphin seized the opportunity to flee the suffocating ditch immediately, and crawled onto his master's head with a meowing meow, his fat face buried in his black hair that had just grown a finger, revealing a pair of amber pupils, timid. She timidly looked at the fierce sorceress.

Opposite the two, Geralt's face flashed a tangle, and he was silent for two seconds before exhaling and speaking.

"Dude... You mentioned the future prophecy to me at Kyle Morhan last time, and about the ending of Cintra, if I remember correctly, it's not far from the Nilfgaardian invasion you predicted. "

There was a hint of worry in his low, magnetic voice.

Once the war begins, the daughter of fate of the White Wolf, Princess Ciri who lives in Sintra, will inevitably be affected.

Geralt had to worry about her.

"It's mid-August 1262, and there's less than a year left. To be precise, in July 1263 next year," Roy suppressed his smile and his voice became heavy, "the Nilfgaardian army will suddenly pass Ame. Mountains, enter Irunwald, invade Sintra!"

The First Northern War has officially started!

"At that time, the vast area between the south bank of the Yaruga River and the Alme Mountains and Sintra will inevitably be bare for thousands of miles, and life will be devastated."

The sorceress on the side was lost for a moment.

According to Roy's previous prophecy, she died in a battle of Sodden that was triggered by the massive invasion of Nilfgaard.

But everything has changed.

She sticks tighter like water.

Roy continued, "The current situation is very obvious, the king of Sintra, Ist Turcek and queen Calanthe, have noticed the unusual movement in Nilfgaard, and the southern empire is on the Amer Mountains. Quietly gather troops."

"As you said, even if I'm not in Sintra, I have inquired about some information privately. Recently, the Sintra royal family has invited envoys from many countries to discuss countermeasures together," Geralt said solemnly, "According to my opinion Known to have Wieden, Karak, Sidaris, Brugg, Skelligers...Leiria and Livia...etc."

This group of people also included Archduke Raymond of Toussaint, the ruler of the "fairy tale country" left his wife, Anna Henrietta, to go to Sintra alone for a meeting. Dandelion could take advantage.

"The situation is not optimistic," Geralt said.

"But this meeting was basically fruitless..." Roy sighed and patted Werther on the neck, Golfin immediately jumped on his old friend's back, squatted on its forehead, and shook his tail. .

"According to the future pictures I have seen, Sintra will eventually face Nilfgaard's black cavalry alone."

"All the kingdoms in the north are unaware of the seriousness of the problem." Roy shook his head, "They are all betting that the soldiers of the Nilfgaardian army are a group of weak and incompetent rabble, with wine bags and rice bags..."

"Nilfgaard seems unable to break through Sintra's defenses at all."

"The actual situation?" Geralt was now more and more certain that what the Brotherhood prophet had said was true.

"It can be said that the opposite is true... The northern forces were paralyzed and underestimated the combat strength and number of the invader army... Sintra collapsed in an instant in front of the Nilfgaardian cavalry."

There was an unpleasant silence in the stable.

Even Wilt, who was chewing alfalfa, felt the strange atmosphere and stuck out his tongue to lick his master's face comfortingly.

Golphin stood on the long star spot on the horse's face, and stretched out his claws to caress his master's head.

...

The three people present, in a sense, belong to the so-called northerners.

Even if Geralt has always adhered to the principle of neutrality, he has never been involved in any war. But he instinctively hated wars, especially unjust invasion wars.

Scholar-type mage Rita Ned also dislikes war, which means that spellcasters will also be coerced into by the general situation and have to use spells to kill.

"Geralt, there is no doubt that there is nothing we can do about it..." Roy shook his head regretfully, "The Witcher Brotherhood is only a dozen members, it is impossible to change a war, forcibly intervening, it can only be crushed to pieces. ."

"You have misunderstood, I'm just an ordinary witcher, and I can't save everyone. I don't want my brothers to die. But I have to try, at least to keep Ciri safe..." Geralt said in a deep voice Dao, he was not such an active person originally, but now that he has made the biggest change in his life-joining the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters.

It's natural for him to want to make more changes.

"We have to go to Sintra to meet Queen Calanthe and give them a piece of advice, no matter the outcome."

Geralt's expression was determined, his white hair in a ponytail flying behind his head, "We have to meet Ciri!"

"If it's possible..." Geralt's dark cat eyes looked at the alder forest, he seemed to see a picture, the war broke out, Sintra became a hell on earth, and poor little Ciri was displaced and suffering. and torture.

He said in a trance, "Let's take Ciri back to Nuocheng!"

"She lives with other orphans, she's the witcher's child!"

"Although it's not as good as the life of Jinyi Yushi in the past."

His voice was like a mist on the water at first, hazy and erratic, and finally became hard as steel!

"But it's better than being a princess of a subjugated country!"

Roy was stunned for a moment, and a sense of relief suddenly surged in his heart. His exhortation was not in vain.

In the past, Geralt, who was content with the status quo and passively waiting for the "will of fate", would definitely not say such a thing.

The Witcher Brotherhood is also subtly affecting every member.

"Rare, White Wolf, have you been thinking about this idea for a while?" Roy said with agreement.

Geralt nodded calmly, "There is no doubt that Ciri and I are bound by fate due to the law of accident. But before, she was a princess of a dignified country... I have no reason to ask her to live a hard life with me."

"But now I know the sad future of Sintra..."

"Since we already have a certain foundation in Nuocheng."

"I have no reason to let it go... When the time comes, I should take back my daughter of destiny!"

"It doesn't matter if Calanthe doesn't agree. If Ciri doesn't want to, then I will wait patiently."

Nice job!

Roy cheered for him in his heart.

Now that you know the future, why do you have to follow the steps to see the tricks?

Why not strike first!

"To be honest, Geralt, the trip to Sintra is the key point of my plan, and I will accompany you when the time comes." Roy saw the mouse-gray hair again and his eyes like emeralds. A boyish little girl.

"Little Ciri is my good friend, and I have to pull her too."

"Wait..." Rita Ned suddenly interrupted, her eyes circled suspiciously between the two, and then returned to Roy, "When did you meet the distinguished Princess of Sintra?"

"Coral, what kind of eyes do you have?" Roy's face darkened, "Ciri is not yet ten years old, don't think about it all the time..."

Immediately, the sorceress's suspicious eyes increased, "Don't you have another agreement with her?"

...

"No, Ciri, I mentioned at the beginning that we are the same kind of people, grasshoppers on a rope, destined to meet again countless times."

...

Roy's face was dazed, and in order to protect himself, he immediately launched a counterattack.

Half intimacy, half menacing, he brushed the hair on Rita Ned's forehead, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, leaned into her ear and said,

"My coral, what do you have in your head? Doubt me any more... Believe it or not, I'll let you taste the seal of Kramp? Let you have no more energy left!"

The sorceress shuddered uncontrollably, and glared at him with her cheeks on fire, but her body was so weak that she did not dare to make a sound.

Geralt, who watched the whole process, sighed heavily, like an old wolf licking his wounds alone, his face sighed, and an invisible drop of crystal gleamed from the corner of his eyes.

If only Ye was so gentle back then.

he fantasized.

"Sorry, Geralt, for making you laugh... Back to the point, we'll go to Sintra together! But don't worry, wait for me to go to Vizima first."

"Where are you going?" Geralt asked.

"Aren't those four boys looking forward to the pro-drug trial with green grass?" Roy glanced at the stake, and started a two-on-two contest with the four little boys, "It would be too much progress for Shan Shan to study and improve by himself. Slow, really want to ensure the survival rate of green herbal medicines, I don’t know how many years it will be.”

The sorceress tapped her head, and as her research progressed, she felt more and more that it was too difficult to improve the herbal decoction on her own.

"So I decided to go to Vizima to win over another acquaintance, a warlock named Karkestan and a part-time genius alchemist. Have you heard of it?"

Rita Need's face paled when she heard the words,

"When did you meet that lunatic?"

"What's wrong, Coral, is there something wrong?"

"I didn't do anything bad...but what do you say," the sorceress looked strange, seemed to want to laugh, and was a little in awe, "This senior Karkestein...alchemy level is superb, and he is extremely proficient in flames, explosions, and the field of material composition. .. full of weird ideas...and very adventurous."

"But he hates to follow the rules the most, and he doesn't know what to be afraid of... He once experimented on himself in Ben Arder's dormitory in order to find out the specific effect of a new type of explosive on the magic shield."

"He accomplished an unprecedented feat, blowing up the entire dormitory to rubble."

"Fortunately, he was the only unlucky person at the time, and there were no casualties. But he was still fired by Ben Ader..."

"His glorious deeds are widely circulated within the Warlock Order."

Coral paused,

"As long as you have graduated from the Magic Academy, you have more or less heard of his name."

"Besides, the guy has a weird temper and is difficult to get along with."

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched, and the image of the sloppy, pointed-mouthed monkey's cheeks became clearer.

Kalkstein is indeed an unusual guy.

"It's okay, he at least keeps his word, and he's also a research genius."

"Little villain, are you sure you can convince him?" Rita Ned expressed doubts as she looked up and down at the witcher with her blue eyes.

"Do your best?"

To persuade Kalkstein, perhaps luck is more important than eloquence.

What if he became interested in the green grass trial?

...

"Besides, the blacksmith Berengar also lives in seclusion in Vizima... When the orphanage expands next year, we need more people... We have to plan ahead, so I will try to win him over, even if it fails, it doesn't matter... Um... I Will bother that guy a lot."

"He will change his mind sooner or later."

The white wolf couldn't help showing admiration.

Such shameless witchers are rare.

There is actually a third reason.

Roy had to meet the lady in the lake and the princess Yada, and tell them some news about the upcoming first northern war in exchange for some capital.

The Church of Virtue should stand with the Witcher Brotherhood.

...

"A week at most," Roy squeezed the soft little hand of the sorceress, glanced at the white wolf again, and solemnly promised, "I will come back whether there is a result or not."

"Then I'll wait for your good news," Geralt nodded.

"So, Coral, open a Vizima portal for me?" Roy took Golphine on the horse's head to his shoulders.

"Ugh……"