The Divine Hunter

"It's unbelievable that the school of witchers that had been torn apart for hundreds of years could be reunited because of a young junior."

"Seventeen witchers, plus two warlocks, a member of the Skellyjdruid Ring, is already a huge force that cannot be ignored. Besides, you are still cultivating a steady stream of new blood."

After hearing Geralt's description of the entire witcher brotherhood, Yennefer's violet eyes flashed with brilliance, "This Roy has a unique vision, and you stubborn old people can't beat a horse. he!"

"Where is he?"

Ciri also looked at Geralt. She had not seen Roy for more than a month since she came back from Christie's mother last time, and she missed him greatly.

After all, only when he was there could he ride Golfing comfortably.

"Roy is in trouble," Oakes pressed Geralt's shoulder and answered before him, avoiding the guy's fascination and telling the new woman everything like a bean.

The less people who know about the four great masters, the safer they are.

"In order not to affect his family, he can't return to Gawain's house for the time being, and I hope you don't mention his name outside."

"Of course, I promise, then give me another chance..." Yennefer shook her head regretfully. In fact, she still has a lot of curiosity about the Witcher Brotherhood, but it's hard to get to the bottom of it when you first arrive. "Now let's get back to the point,"

The sorceress touched the little girl's head and snapped her fingers casually. The two witcher pendants who were present trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew down the curtains of the conference room, blocking the curious looking eyes in the hospital, and at the same time isolating them. Sounds from outside.

Roy, who was watching from far away in the Nine Valleys, frowned.

Immediately, the Griffin, who was lying under the windowsill and eavesdropping, rushed into the conference room in a fair manner. When the huge body completely entered the room, its long tail twitched lightly.

The oak gate is closed.

"Goo!"

It raised its big, fluffy head like an eagle towards the sorceress, and in its bright black eyes conveyed an anthropomorphic emotion——

Now that it's clean, let's move on.

"Haha, Golfing! Come and give me a hug!" Ciri jumped up and climbed up on the Griffin's back, squeezed her little face into the black mane between its neck, squinted her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Don't pay attention to them..." Geralt rubbed his temples, "You continue."

"Geralt, how did you find Ciri? There are rumors that the princess of Sintra has died among the refugees."

The sorceress took another look at the Griffin, "But as far as I know, the entire four northern kingdoms are mobilizing their intelligence services to search for the whereabouts of this little princess of Sintra... The four kings of the north are eager to get her in order to obtain the immigration of Sintra. Support, take profit from the devastated land occupied by Nilfgaard..."

"And Nilfgaard is equally desperate for her. They need an easy-to-manage Sintra royal bloodline for a legitimate rule. The current governor of Sintra, Menno Kuhorn, is struggling with this."

"In addition, Grand Marshal Visekid, who survived the Battle of Sintra, with the support of King Brugvinslav, took in refugees and established the Restoration Army... They are also looking for Little Ciri."

The smile on the face of the girl lying on the back of the Griffin suddenly faded, becoming timid and restless, feeling the fiery body temperature and rapid heartbeat of the Griffin without saying a word.

"Ye, I know what you said. All I know is a Nilfgaardian knight in black who is tracking Ciri with a mage dressed as a mercenary, but so what? The connection of fate led me to find her, "The white wolf looked at the thin girl, and there was a touch of tenderness on the dull face.

Since the last time he found Ciri, he had made a decision and would never let go.

Her own backsliding and forbearance can only make fate punish her even more severely!

"Now my brothers and I will protect her, shelter her, and let her grow up healthy and happy!"

"So, you are not going to hand her over to any forces?" Yennefer's face showed such an expression as he expected.

Glancing at the little girl who buried her face in the griffin's mane, a trace of pity appeared on her pale face, "And then, what are your plans? Treat this princess as an ordinary person, and let her be a normal person in the future. Live a short life."

"Or train her to be a witcher? Just like the five children who just appeared, drink a mess of potions - witcher's pro-drugs, unique fungi and mushrooms, and then take poisonous grass The potion, rolling around in pain, with a three-in-ten probability of surviving and transforming into a witcher."

"I-I want to be a witcher!" Ciri shouted, jumping off the back of the Griffin, rushing over to grab Geralt's hand and shaking it coquettishly, "I want to be a hunter just like Geralt. A swordsman who kills monsters!"

"Stupid girl!" Yennefer narrowed her eyes, grabbed her other hand and pulled her closer, "You don't understand what this means, you are still young and need proper guidance, and Not a violent drug to develop a catalytic body!"

Startled by her commanding tone, the girl stepped back, away from the smell of cloves and gooseberries on her.

Seeing this, Geralt was confused.

After discussing it with a dozen brothers, he did consider letting Ciri start the witcher trials and be the first girl in the Brotherhood to undergo a mutation.

The dangers she faced were too many and too great.

She must have the power to protect herself.

But it's not in the preparatory stage yet.

"What's wrong with our medicine? The herbal decoction has been improved by Ms. Rita and Master Kalkstein. It is quite safe." Oaks put his hands around his chest, showing his bulging chest muscles, with a hint of dissatisfaction, and his amber pupils looked at the sorceress. " I sense that you have a deep prejudice against witchers."

"Don't get me wrong, I'll just talk about it," Ye said with a arrogant smile, and the fingers of the black leather gloves gently pressed the corner of Ciri's mouth.

"Open your mouth, ah-"

The sorceress was like examining a horse's teeth, allowing her to reveal its fine teeth.

Ciri shook her head and broke free from her cold fingers, snorted angrily, bared her teeth, and tried to bite,

The sorceress squeezed her cheeks at once and pulled her to the sides, turning her delicate melon-seed face into a big pie.

"She's only ten years old now... just starting to develop, your drugs will change the normal developmental stage of her body, like a chick ripened with drugs, grow more quickly, but also deplete potential early, such as Geralt …”

Yennefer stared at the lover he hadn't seen for a long time, and sighed, "You were originally a source of magic, but it's a pity that mutations in childhood destroyed your magic talent!"

"Furthermore, the witcher's drugs will disrupt her hormones, disrupt her endocrine system, and, coupled with heavy physical and sword training, cause changes in her physique and musculature, and in the end even brutally strip her of her femininity! Ciri will hate you in the future, understand?"

"It makes sense." Oakes glanced at the undulating chest under Yennefer's black coat, and then glanced at Little Ciri, imagining a girl with a cute boyish face, a body with well-developed tendons, and a soft chest transformed into strong chest muscles woman.

A shiver all over.

I have to admit that Yennefer considered the problem more comprehensively.

"It's not too late now, you see, Ciri is as healthy as a little leopard." Geralt said slowly, his eyes passing over the sorceress's face, "What advice do you have?"

"Proper training," Yennefer tilted her chin slightly and circled Ciri, her eyes like a merchant looking at the goods, causing the little girl to shake her body uncomfortably like a quail.

No, she has no ill will.

"Cultural lessons, and some physical training for self-protection. The world is tough, and these trainings allow her to protect herself at critical moments. After all, witchers are not babysitters, you can't pay attention to her all the time."

"We have this plan!" Geralt nodded.

"Can I jump on the stakes in the future? Can I drink those green juices too?" Ciri jumped in place like a rabbit, her emerald green eyes flickering with anticipation.

"Those aren't juices, those are power-boosting herbal juices that taste bitter." Oakes gave a cruel smile. "And trust me, Ciri, you'll be crying 'don't train' in the future."

Ciri puffed out her thin arms, "Don't underestimate people! I've fought with Crybaby, and I've also farmed and raised chickens! I'm not as delicate as you think!"

"Second!" Yennefer hugged Ciri's thin shoulders, making it difficult to visualize the little princess who had suffered so much in the past, "She can't just stay at Gawain's house. Although this is a good place, suitable for training students.”

"But her identity is quite sensitive, and she can't stay in one place all the time, or she will be found by spies from the north and south sooner or later. You have to pay attention, Geralt, the connection between you and the little princess of Sintra counts for those who have a heart. No secret. Be careful they follow your line to find her."

Yennefer warned in a cold voice, "Occasionally I have to take her to the outside world, somewhere else, to gain knowledge, and to avoid the limelight."

Hearing the words, Ciri spontaneously grabbed the sorceress's hand.

He raised his little face full of admiration.

Grateful.

I misunderstood you, Lady Yennefer, but you can hear me.

Words are on my heart.

"We have to wait until after the Civil War. The road is not so dangerous." Geralt remembered that Roy reminded him so, so he had not left Nuocheng recently, but it was time to cooperate with the forces that Nuocheng was familiar with to make some early warning arrangements. "When the time comes, the children will visit other places of interest, such as the Temple of Meritelli in Elland."

"But before that, we'll take her to see someone at Skellige."

Ciri covered her small mouth, surprise in her eyes!

Are you finally going to see your grandma?

But she didn't make a sound, Geralt had repeatedly warned that she was not allowed to reveal to anyone that her grandmother was still alive!

"Why?" Yennefer asked.

The white wolf was silent.

A glint of displeasure flashed in the sorceress's eyes, and she raised her chin without demanding it.

"The third and most important point!" Yennefer's pale conical face was full of solemnity, "I don't know if you noticed it, but as a warlock, the first time I touched her body, I I understand what kind of existence Ciri is."

"Then what is she?" Geralt asked.

"Fayuan!"

"No," Geralt shook his head, "the badge didn't respond to her, she didn't show any magic tricks."

"It's just because she doesn't know her potential at all, and she doesn't know how to use it, so her talent has been in a state of sleep, and she rarely shows her edge."

"But that doesn't hide the fact that she has been slowly and gently interacting with the chaotic energy of the environment, and she has one of the most magical gifts in the world. Don't forget her bloodline, her mother!"

Geralt was silent, and a scene from ten years ago appeared in his mind-on the blind date banquet held by Calanthe for his daughter Pavetta, Paveta screamed in the air, and the amazing magic subverted the entire banquet hall.

Could it be that Ciri inherited her mother's talent.

Don't know if this is good or bad.

"Ms. Yennefer," Oaks suddenly looked badly, "couldn't you be trying to bring Ciri to Arethusa School of Magic?"

"Your worry is inexplicable!" Yennefer frowned, and his fingers gently combed the silver hair behind Ciri's head, "The warlocks have long stopped searching for sources of magic and children with magical talents, and stopped taking them away from their parents! People of insight will naturally send the child over. I also don't plan to take Ciri from you, and I will keep my mouth shut for you."

The sorceress has a serious expression, and her voice is gentle but powerful.

"I assure you, Geralt."

"I never doubted you, Ye..." Bai Lang finally seized the opportunity to express.

"In order to prevent this little Fayuan's growing magic power from getting out of control and threatening the surrounding children, I will stay to guide her..." Yennefer finally stated her purpose, "until she masters the simplest magic control method."

"Ms. Yennefer, can I also cast magic and fly like Golphin?" Ciri's eyes lit up,

"Can't fly, at most float."

"A qualified sorceress needs at least several decades of training. You can only use the most basic magic tricks in a short period of time, and you have to train hard. But with perseverance, you will definitely grow into a master. Talented sorcerer." Yennefer paused, a look of awe flashing in his eyes, "Like Wygfortz."

"I promise!" Ciri beamed. In her innocent imagination, magic and swordsmanship were fun games.

Geralt nodded and stared at the radiant sorceress, "Then arrange a magic class for Ciri in addition to the culture class and gym class, but will it affect your business."

"What if it's affected? You want to compensate me?" Yennefa looked at the white-haired man with turbulent waves, the lipstick on her lips shone with a seductive luster, as if sending out a silent invitation.

Geralt turned his head slightly.

"My only business now is to educate Ciri! If you don't mind, how about letting me teach her the first lesson?" Yennefer glanced at the faces of the two witchers and clenched the girl's little hand. " At the dinner table, introduce me to the rest of the Witcher Brotherhood, and the children."

...

"Huh..." At the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake, Roy, who had finished monitoring, withdrew his attention from Golfing and walked down the bluestone stairs into the brightly lit laboratory.

Wearing a black dress, the plump sorceress was in front of the enchanting table, colorful chaotic energy snapped at her fingertips, and bright runes enveloped a pair of smooth and flawless armour in the center of the enchanting table.

It is the plate armor with an additional 40% fire resistance built for him by Erend Greymane in Skyrim Province using the Sky Forge.

"Just in time!" Rita Ned noticed the movement behind her and hooked at him, "Try your new armor!"

"I have changed the enchantment on the plate armor for you from fire resistance to 'fire aura. After activation, your body will be enveloped by a layer of magical aura, creating an invisible fire shield that continues to damage Get close to any of your goals, except yourself."

"When it is idle, it will automatically absorb the chaotic energy in the air, and it will last up to half an hour after it is full of energy."

"It's quite amazing, Coral." Roy took off his light leather armor, and Rita Ned carefully helped him sort out his collar.

"By the way, Ms. Evelyn from the Botanical Garden has initially transplanted 30 kinds of herbs from Skyrim Province, but it will take a year or two to cultivate for medicinal purposes." Coral tidyed up his cuffs and neckline again and again, while conveying the brotherhood in a gentle and magnetic voice. the current situation,

"Lethor and Kayan have used the herbs you brought from Skyrim to improve the first potion, Thunder, with a twenty percent increase in effect."

"Master Vesemir has studied most of the forging process of this sky furnace armor, but unfortunately we can't replicate it with our current technology, let alone the dragon scales and keel you brought back. We urgently need a forging master."

Roy thought it was time to find Berengar.

Coral noticed his face and saw his thoughts at a glance, "While you and Geralt were searching for Ciri, Vesemir had already gone to Vyzima to find Belengar, but unfortunately this wolf sect is still there. Traveling outside, it is estimated that I won’t be able to return within a year or two.”

Roy rubbed his chin, racking his brains to recall the possible weapon masters and armor casting masters. Due to the time too early, the well-known elf blacksmith Hartoly of Nuocheng and Yuna, the female blacksmith of Willen, are now unknown. , the only place he could think of with an armor master was the Skellige Islands.

On the island of Udvik, there is a family of Todaloqu, with the best blacksmiths and forges.

It happened that he was going to Skellige to investigate Archmage Altolan to get the news of Idalan, and solve it together along the way.

He informed Coral directly of the plan.

"Ms. Visenna sent a message not long ago that the Ring of Mayenadruid and the Ring of Druid near Sodden are suspected to have traces left by the rainbow red light, but unfortunately the originator is still missing."

Roy nodded, the red light that purifies sin did not threaten them, but it was not a top priority.

"Forgot to tell you, Yen Naifa has come to Gao Wen's house, you can go and communicate with her when you have time."

"Oh, the dark-haired woman from Vangerborg..." Rita Ned's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

"Are you familiar with her?"

"Ordinary relationship, her temperament is quite proud and difficult to approach." Rita Ned's left hand icy fingers caressed Roy's cheek. "I heard that it was related to her initial transformation. The transformation was too deep and affected her character."

"Me, Triss, and then Yennefer..." The sorceress's tone contained a hint of scrutiny, her blue eyes staring straight at the witcher. "What on earth are you thinking about pulling all the relevant sorceresses into the Witcher Brotherhood?"

"Don't get me wrong!" Roy shook his head quickly and explained, "Yennefer and Geralt are entangled... I just... um, in order to fulfill them!"

Coral grudgingly accepted the explanation.

"Speaking of the Battle of Sordan, can I go back to the Brotherhood of Warlocks and Arethusa?"

Roy was taken aback by surprise, "Why are you going back?"

Suddenly hearing that she was leaving, the witcher felt a little uneasy.

"I didn't sell myself to the Brotherhood. The witcher also has the right to enjoy hot water and fine wine in addition to the entrustment. Can't we take a nap to celebrate the success of the wizard's experiment?"

Roy was instantly speechless.

"Don't worry, I'll be back after seeing a few old friends, they're all women!" Shan Shan rested her head on his shoulder,

Roy glanced at her soft and delicate cheeks, "Don't get involved in the disputes within the Warlock Organization, and don't involve yourself in the whirlpool of politics."

"Stay away from your stubborn Principal Tishaya, Philippa Earhart, and all the members of the Wizarding Society—especially Wigfords, Daisy of the Valley!"

"Valley Daisy, you mean Ms. Francesca?"

"Yes, her identity is more complex than her beauty, so it's best to stay away."

Counting the time, the Squirrel Party is about to show up.

"Well, I'll tell you more about it next time."