The Divine Hunter

The bright moon hangs high.

The cold night wind rushed through the cave tunnel full of fluorescent mushrooms and poured into the hall. Triss threw her arms around her shoulders and shivered.

The witcher reached out, magically took out a black blanket, and naturally put it over her, smiling at her.

So considerate... In the perception of sorceresses, it is usually a group of gorgeously dressed, slick-speaking, self-proclaimed noble men who are actually full of hormones, but a witcher who is covered in blood does it.

It was a new tenderness she had never experienced before.

A warm feeling flowed all over the body, and Triss's eyes were like water waves, ripples appeared.

"Ms. Triss, it sounds incredible, but it's not an accident that I appeared in this cave today." Roy said seriously, "Have you heard of the witcher's mutation? After mutation, the abilities obtained are very different. , and I acquired a kind of ability to predict the future..."

"I had a premonition of the hiding place of the high-level vampire, and I foretold that I would save a very important person... So I was ready to rush over and attacked and killed that thing. But I didn't expect that the person I saved would be saved. Such a beautiful lady." He complimented.

"You had a premonition of all this?" Triss looked him in the eye, pursed her lips, and expressed obvious doubt, "Are you sure you're not an astrologer, but a witcher?"

She grinned, "You're quite humorous."

"What did I say at the beginning? All this is the guidance of fate. Fate brought me to this cave. It seems that you don't believe it?" Roy observed her expression.

"Fate heard my prayers and sent you to save me."

"You mean it's all predestined?"

She lowered her head softly.

He, is he making a confession?

"Forgive my offense now. As a proof, I want to demonstrate how to see your destiny through the fog." Roy suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her soft little hand, held it in the palm of his hand, but closed it. Eye.

Triss sat on the stone table and tightened her body, her hair tightly curled in one hand, her cheeks flushed like boiled shrimp, and then there was a sense of joy in her heart.

Then surprised.

She felt a flash of magic, the chaotic energy in the air began to stir, and the witcher seemed to be casting some kind of unique spell.

Outside the cave, Goerfin, who was crawling on a big camphor tree, suddenly felt a magic power coming from his master.

"Goo?"

No order?

It fell into a daze.

"Ma'am, you're allergic to magic elixir, right?" The witcher stopped the magical transmission with a look like a doctor diagnosing a disease.

"How do you know?" She was startled, as if she had woken up from her sleep, and she could no longer be shy.

She is absolutely certain that this sensitive matter can only be known by the Arethusa magic teacher who is in charge of teaching her, and her closest best friend!

Where does a witcher know.

Wasn't he talking nonsense?

"Cough, this is what I analyzed through your future encounter - you are lying on a carriage, surrounded by dwarves, humans, and a little girl with mouse-gray hair, you are sick, put the talisman Left behind, unable to use elixir... almost didn't make it..." He grabbed the sorceress's little hand harder, as if to rub it into his body.

"I also saw other pictures."

The sorceress's cornflower-like eyes flickered at the witcher.

"Triss... You will join our organization in the future..." Roy raised his voice and showed a warm smile, as if welcoming an old friend, "You will work with me in Nuocheng... Yes, that's it , you are an excellent research expert in our organization."

"Organization, what organization?"

"The Witcher Brotherhood, an organization we created in Noah City, dedicated to improving the living conditions of demon hunters..."

Triss was stunned for a moment, what is the origin of this organization?

And the witcher's confident expression flashed a bit of strangeness.

That's the guilty conscience after lying...

At this moment, the dizzy sorceress briefly regained consciousness. She saw through the smoke and pointed to the essence.

"So, the real purpose of your series of prophecies just now is to let me join the Witcher Brotherhood?" She pursed her red lips, and her blue eyes looked straight into the depths of his heart, making him invisible. , she held the witcher's hand instead, with a little nervousness, "Roy, is this the life-saving reward you asked for?"

"It's not just a reward, it's also your destiny." Roy admitted directly, his voice was calm and powerful, as if telling a fact that had happened.

Triss took a deep breath and looked hesitant.

She swore the day she joined the Brotherhood of Warlocks not to be a double allegiance spy.

She would never have rashly joined this unclear organization without knowing the fraternity's position.

The sorceress's flickering eyes made the witcher sigh, and he had to add fire.

Roy closed his eyes again, ran his palms along the back of her hands, groped upwards, and said slowly, "Your fate has branched..."

"If you don't go to Nuocheng, then you will encounter a huge crisis...and be involved in a fierce war."

The sorceress's heart skipped a beat,

"A bloody battle between the northern kingdoms and Nilfgaard..." he continued vaguely, "your fate is blurred, you may die, you may be severely wounded... physical and spiritual, there is no cure for a long time ."

"The war between the northern kingdoms and Nilfgaard?"

In the past, Triss would only regard these words as nonsense, but just now she read the diary of the high-level vampire.

She saw Nilfgaard's huge military force described by the other side, which revealed the grand ambitions of the southern empire.

If Sintra loses to Nilfgaard, the empire continues its northern expedition.

She could even imagine it.

The army passed through Sodden, the vital pass linking the north and south of the Yaruga River, the land where Leiria and Livia meet Temeria. It is indeed possible that an unprecedented battle will break out.

...

After clearing her mind, the sorceress suddenly got into a tangle.

If the other party's words are true, she can't join the Witcher Brotherhood to escape the war.

Just like this time she foolishly intervened in the monster hunt.

She will continue to intervene in the just war and fight against the invaders!

...

"Roy, if the south invades the north, will your organization help the people defend against foreign enemies?" She stared into his eyes with a very solemn expression.

"I can't decide, it has to consult the opinions of all the members," Roy regretted, he didn't want to lie about this, "but for hundreds of years, people have been fighting and killing, and most witchers abide by neutrality. Dao, will not interfere, do you understand?"

The sorceress bowed her head and fell silent.

"Maybe, we will help the victims of war." The witcher added, "War means death, corpses, murder, plague..."

"And those orphans and widows, those homeless children... unattended, will attract monsters..."

"The Witcher Brotherhood will do everything in their power to balance this and mend the damage the war has done to the world."

Still won't intervene in the war head-on?

...

"So grateful for your life-saving grace and reminder," Triss Merigold looked at him, the strange excitement in her body gradually receding.

There was a hint of disappointment and guilt in her blue eyes. "But I'm sorry...I can't join the Witcher Brotherhood...I'll have to stay in Vizima."

She rejected him, she couldn't bear it, but her voice was stubborn,

"I entered the council of King Foltest in Temeria to work with Kayla Metz and Fikat. One of the main tasks was to discuss how to avoid war, and how to defend yourself when it did come. War has always been Circling above us like vultures, and this diary of a high-ranking vampire is even more proof that the situation is imminent."

"For the Witcher Brotherhood, after the war there will be an act of kindness, an adventure."

"But for me, the war itself is an existential chess game. As a royal advisor and a member of the Warlock Brotherhood, I participated in this chess game, and I could only play to the end."

She said solemnly, "I'll stay here, wait for the situation to change, and see how rampant Nilfgaard is. If it does something wrong, I'll strike with Temeria's army."

There was an unbearable silence in the cave hall, only the reflection of the firelight jumped on the wall.

Roy sighed, and inexplicably relieved again,

"Ms. Triss, your noble sentiment is admirable... I also admit that there are some exaggerations in my words, but my prediction is true. If you have to be in it, you will suffer great pain, have you considered it clearly? ?"

Holding the talisman tightly, she silently expressed her position.

"Actually, I guessed that you would refuse..." He stared at her like an old friend he had known for many years, "otherwise Triss wouldn't be Triss."

That different from others, innocent, strong, kind sorceress.

"Then let's stop today, ma'am..." Roy straightened the ribbon of the silent cloak on his chest and turned his eyes to the outside of the cave, "I should go to Kalkstan, and you should go back and report safety. Don't Worry your comrades."

"Don't go!" The sorceress suddenly grabbed his arm, poking her nails into his flesh, anxiously, "I haven't paid you yet!"

"No compensation needed..."

Just pay tribute to a lady who loves the north and is full of justice.

Killing the high-level vampire is already the biggest gain, at least there is nothing wrong with Kalkstein.

"I-I don't like being in debt!"

said the sorceress.

"Then let's make a pact, when you fulfill your duties, work hard for this country and people, and after you survive that war, if you change your mind, then come to Nuocheng and become a member of the Witcher Brotherhood. Resident Mage."

"We keep the door open for you."

Triss murmured for a while. She felt something in her heart. If she continued to refuse, she might have no future. She gritted her silver teeth and said, "If that day happens, I will go to Nuocheng to find you!"

"Then, goodbye, Ms. Triss, take care of yourself in the future, don't be so reckless and foolish as you are today. Someone won't save you every time!"

"How should we contact us in the future?"

"We will meet when the time comes," Roy hesitated, "or you come to Nuocheng as a guest."

"I have an idea!" Triss suddenly made a complicated gesture in midair with both hands, and a magical aura emerged from the pendant between her necks.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in midair, grabbing a delicate diamond-shaped crystal.

She said expectantly and a little shyly,

"Take it, Roy, we can contact through the telescopic lens in the future."

The latter stared blankly.

This routine seems familiar.

However, he was not allowed to refuse, Triss suddenly summoned up the courage to pounce on her, shoved the crystal into the witcher's hand, and hugged him tightly at the same time.

Nephrite jade warm fragrance, amazing elasticity, rose-scented hair, touch the corner of the lips with a touch of warmth.

The witcher was in a trance for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw a swirling space door appearing in front of him.

"Roy, be sure to contact me!" The reddish-brown hair swayed, and Triss jumped into the door like a fawn fleeing in a panic.

When the vortex disappeared, the witcher stared at the crystal in deep thought,

"First of all, never let the coral discover this crystal."

"Secondly, Triss, Triss, why don't you open the door for me first, this place is dozens of miles away from Vizima."