Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Witcher and His Cabin ()

Ha ha!

Lambert laughed, Geralt should hear it, I bet it's the funniest joke I've heard in twenty years!

While talking, he lowered his head and sniffed the wine glass in his hand, and then took a sip, as if trying to distinguish something.

When this winter is over, I must go back to the bar and ask the fat boss, what else is added to the wine he sells besides water?

Just a few drinks, let a witcher get drunk like this, look what I heard, smashed the head of a fork-tailed dragon with one punch?

Dear Escal, have you never seen a fist, or have you never seen a fork-tailed dragon?

But thank you. As he spoke, he refilled the empty glass and drank it all.

Thank you Escal, your jokes tonight are enough to keep me from being bored all winter.

Ha ha!

At this moment, Vesemir, who was sitting opposite Lambert, sat up slightly.

Unlike Lambert, he knew every one of his disciples. Escal was sincere and serious, and it was obvious that he didn't mean to be joking with his serious face at this moment.

As for getting drunk?

Can you tell me the specific process? Vesemir asked.

No one can easily kill a fork-tailed dragon. Although that thing is just a big lizard, it is not a real dragon, let alone us, even powerful warlocks... You must know that the magic resistance of that thing is not good. Low. Lambert muttered.

Roger looked embarrassed.

To be honest, meeting Escal back then was a complete accident, and Roger didn't think much about it when it happened suddenly, but his current state...

To deal with that fork-tailed dragon, it was the result of his efforts to restrain himself, otherwise what would be broken would not be the head of that thing, but the whole body.

If that were the case, Escal would probably immediately regard Roger as some kind of terrible monster.

Demon hunters have undergone cruel trials, and indeed they have far superior physical fitness than ordinary people, but what is powerful is their tenacious spirit, proficient fighting skills, and understanding of monsters.

And what Roger did has seriously challenged their worldview.

I only saw Roger punching, without any trace of spells, pure head-to-head, and then the monster's head sank, and it died completely with a scream.

Escal replied.

At this time, the expressions of the people in the field were different. Roger watched his heart. To be honest, he knew that his performance had surpassed everyone's understanding, but he had a vague idea in his heart that he could barely cover up.

Escal looked serious, he had seen everything with his own eyes, not to mention that Roger had saved his life.

As for Lambert, he had an attitude of watching the show completely, with a smile on his face all the time.

The strangest thing was Vesemir. He had a solemn expression, and his eyes flickered from time to time, as if he was thinking about something. At the same time, he looked up from time to time to observe Roger carefully.

Roger, with all due respect, is everything Escal said true?

No coincidences, no outlandish tricks? Vesemir looked with some expectation in his eyes.

To be honest, I don't know... After all, apart from my name, I can't remember anything about myself. Roger tapped his head in distress as he spoke.

You said you were from the North?

Which place is it?

Vesemir asked.

Roger froze for a moment, Well... I'm sorry, I don't have any concept of the terrain of this world. The place where I woke up was not a cave... It seems to be after the collapse...

Roger rubbed his forehead, frowning.

Of course it can't be a cave... I remember that there were frequent earthquakes in the north not long ago, and the environment in many places has undergone tremendous changes. Sometimes when I wake up, the opposite valley cracks, and the things buried in the deep mountains will be exposed. in the sun.

Vesemir whispered, obviously guessing something,

But did not continue to ask questions.

The earthquake, is it because of this reason? The north is in a mess now. I heard that many people have fled to the south. Lambert said casually, and then his attention was diverted.

As a demon hunter, you can't do without decent weapons. Lambert patted his chest with a smile, and then said to Roger, When we set off together next spring, I know a dwarf craftsman with good skills.

At that time, I can get you a good weapon.

Although this guy has a foul mouth, his heart is kind.

Strangely, although Vesemir was curious, he didn't continue to ask, which saved Roger a lot of talking.

This was their first night in Kaer Morhen, and soon the conversation turned to what they had seen and heard along the way.

The firewood was added again and again, and the wine was drunk one cup after another. It was not until the night was dark that everyone returned to their rooms.

Roger lay on the creaking wooden bed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep like an ordinary person.

The next day, after breakfast, Vesemir took the initiative to find Roger, and the two came to the training ground together.

Is this an entertainment for us to pass the boring winter time? Roger was a little puzzled.

No. Vesemir shook his head, the indifference and sternness inherent in a witcher could hardly be seen in this old guy of unknown age.

Usually he is more like a honest elder.

But at this moment, holding the weapon tightly in his hand, a special sharpness emerged from Vesemir's body.

I hope I can feel your true strength, just like Eskar said.

It's not necessary at all.

The point of Roger's sword drooped.

It's okay to discuss, but it doesn't have to be so formal.

It's necessary. Vesemir insisted.

Because it may be related to your origin, and your lost memory.

Hearing these words, Roger almost threw away the weapon in his hand, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Vesemir in disbelief.

my memory?

I'm just making up an excuse, why do I act like... everything is real?

You don't have to be surprised. I only found some clues recently, and combined with Escal's statement, I have some guesses.

If it's someone else, maybe they really wouldn't have thought of it.

Seeing Vesemir's expression, Roger was really worried that he would arrange some weird identity for himself, but at this moment, he was more curious.

Who am I? He pretended to be confused.

I said this is just a guess, more needs to be combined with your strength performance.

So I wanted to really feel...

Before Vesemir finished speaking, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his neck, and then Roger's voice came from his ear.

What do you want to feel?

At this time, Lambert, who was standing not far away, almost popped his eyeballs out of his sockets. He was quite sure that just a second ago, Roger was still standing ten meters away from Vesemir.

Vesemir was stiff at the moment, but soon there was a surge of great joy in him.

Yes, it must be so.

He took a few steps back and looked at Roger carefully.

Have you ever heard of the name Azulie?

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

Is this the rhythm of recognizing your father?

Cosimo Malaspina?

Roger looked confused.

Vesemir let out a laugh.

If I'm not mistaken, you are very likely to be the first witcher in history!

The corners of Roger's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt that the wind on the mountain was a bit strong.