God-level Demon Hunter

The soldier didn't answer his words, and didn't even turn his head. His expression was solemn and serious, and Roy didn't take it seriously when he saw it.

He followed the soldiers to make an open space in the middle of the garden.

Surrounded by colorful and blooming flowers, a middle-aged man with a slender waist, a long rapier, a well-groomed mustache and greasy hair greeted him.

"Demon hunter, please let me wait for you. I am Henrik, the court swordsman of the Hinterland Palace, and I will conduct a swordsmanship exchange with you at the order of Queen Calanthe."

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk with a hint of hostility, and his tone was not angry, as if the witcher had insulted him.

"Your Excellency, we haven't met before, have we?"

Roy is at a loss now, he still doesn't know why he was called into the palace, let alone the inexplicable hostility of the man opposite him.

"My humble servant has been working for the imperial palace for the past few years, but you have been in the countryside with wild beasts and water ghosts. Naturally, you have never masked your face."

Henrik spoke disdainfully and began to straighten his leather gloves. "As for your question... I'm here to test your strength on behalf of the Queen this time, to see if you are really qualified to be the princess' swordsmanship teacher!"

Princess?Swordsmanship lessons?

"Ah? That's it." Roy immediately cleared his mind, "Who recommended me to the queen? Is the princess referring to Ciri?"

Roy's thoughts changed. Although he didn't understand the specific reason, he would not miss this opportunity at his fingertips. Only by contacting Ciri could he further contact Geralt, who was entangled with her fate, talk to the Wolf School, and start his love story. plan.

"Then please give me a weapon... just a steel sword." Roy stretched out his hand to the side, and a soldier responded with a two-handed steel sword.

"Demon hunter, the sword has no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you later, please forgive me." Henrik squinted his eyes and said something yin and yang.

"That can only show that I'm not good at learning." Roy retorted, "Just let it go. In order to thank you for your concern, I will keep my hands properly and let you lose decently."

The atmosphere froze instantly, and the two confronting swordsmen pulled out their long swords at the same time.

……

On the viewing platform on the second floor of the garden, surrounded by a group of attendants and guards, one old and one young, were secretly observing the situation below.

"Siri, remember your promise to me, you can't play tricks when the demon hunter loses, don't cry to me!" Queen Calanthe turned her eyes on the demon hunter, "This kid looks like a fool!" It's different from other demon hunters, but it's still too young, how could it be Henrik's opponent."

"Hmph!" The petite girl next to the queen was dressed in a white princess dress, and the petite girl with delicate features like a doll raised her face high, "My old mother, no matter how small the dragon slaying warrior is, it is not something that ordinary people can match. Just wait and see." Let's play! When the time comes, don't go back on your word!"

"Damn it! Ciri pay attention to your identity, don't say such vulgar words!"

The maids behind the two couldn't help covering their mouths and chuckling.

"Look!" Calanthe suddenly patted the rattan chair excitedly, "This is the 'Dragon Slayer Warrior' you have placed high hopes on? What a joke, a demon hunter is nothing more than that!"

The battle in the field presents a one-sided situation.

Henrik holds a slender rapier in his hand, with a calm demeanor and elegant posture, and every swing of the sword gives people a sense of appropriateness, just like his daily carefully groomed mustache, which is full of appreciation.

But his hand is the exact opposite.The young witcher fell into a passive position under Henrik's nimble and swift stabbing sword,

The whole person was firmly suppressed.Henrik's stabbing sword is not only light and neat, but also has a gloomy and ferocious vigor. Every attack accurately stabs the opponent's neck, heart, eyes and other vital points, and the offensive and rhythm are flowing like clouds and flowing water. One wave, without stopping.

Roy can only parry, but has no power to fight back. Fortunately, his swordsmanship skills are fairly solid, and he can defend without leaking when the sword moves.

However, in the eyes of most onlookers, the defeat of the witcher is only a matter of time.

Is this really the case?

Roy controlled his body movements and tried his best to look like he was in a hurry.

If it is too boring to crush the opponent roughly at the beginning, only the reversal can make people impressive.

Furthermore, excessive force is not necessarily appreciated, but more likely to be seen as a threat.

So he was actually "holding his hands properly", while observing Henrik's rapier swordsmanship which was different from his previous opponents.

After 20 years of sword practice, Henrik still has a bit of real talent. Roy's accumulation of sword skills for several months is naturally far inferior to him.

But the attribute gap is too big, and the fast sword that Henrik is proud of is too slow in the eyes of the witcher!

"Here—" In the ear-piercing friction between the tip of the sword and the spine of the sword, the demon hunter once again avoided the thrust of the court swordsman dangerously.

Calanthe couldn't help cursing incessantly, "Bastard Henrik! Didn't you have enough to eat? Limp like a pussy! Yes, keep the rhythm, hurry up, stab his throat, beat the enemy with one move, hunt The devil can't escape!"

Next to him, Xi Liya nervously waved her small white fist, and comforted herself, "Well, the 'Dragon Slayer Warrior' is just showing weakness to the enemy. This is a tactic. When Mustache exhausts all his strength, it's time to fight back!"

……

The demon hunter counted for about 3 minutes, and immediately turned into a wild beast, lowered his body and rushed towards the opponent, facing the stabbing sword.

"Wow——" A bright silver blade drew a half-moon-shaped arc in the air.

The broad sword collided head-on with the rapier, and before Henrik could draw back the blade, he felt a huge force surge into the tiger's mouth, his body went numb, and the weapon was thrown out of his hand.

In the next second, a flickering sword blade was stuck on his neck.Henrik lowered his head, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible.

"I lost."

Everyone around fell silent.

"No reason!"

Queen Calanthe stood up angrily, turned around and left!

"Well done, Demon Hunter." Ciri jumped up without a trace of princess demeanor, excitedly waving her palms towards the garden below, and the Demon Hunter turned his head instantly from this crisp call.

Two pairs of eyes of different colors, one large and one small, meet in mid-air.

"Could it be—" the demon hunter's heart moved, that short-legged, short-handed, fleshy little girl on the viewing platform was Ciri?

Even if she has picturesque features and is an obvious beauty, she can't hide the fact that she is definitely under ten years old!

"Then Ciri should be eight years old this year."

Now I can't see the heroic Yujie Fan'er in the future at all, and she is not the "ugly girl" in the rumors.

"Hehe..." At this moment, Ciri from above saw Roy's dazed look, and couldn't help covering her small mouth and laughing softly.

"Farewell, 'Dragon Slayer'!"

Chapter 11 Daughter of the Ancient Blood

The torch illuminated the narrow spiral corridor, and a male servant in red with a ponytail and a beardless face led the witcher up the spiral staircase.

"Wait, where are you taking me? It's time to meet the queen."

Hasok turned around, staring at the witcher with quiet eyes, "No... your messy hair and this tattered dress are really not suitable for appearing in front of the noble queen and princess, so I have to take you to get dressed first dress up."

As he spoke, he moved his nose closer to the witcher, and then fanned the air in front of him a little sissy, showing a slightly disgusted expression.

"With all due respect, you don't smell very good."

"How is that possible? I take a shower every day!" Roy paid much more attention to cleanliness than most demon hunters unless he was in the wild with no village in front of him or a shop behind.

Compared to rough guys like Lesso and the Oaks Brothers, he could be called a clean freak.

However, he sniffed his left and right shoulders, "Well...I sweated a lot from training this morning, but I haven't had time to clean it up...you can understand...the demon hunter licks blood from the blade, so he has to keep in good shape through training physical condition..."

"There's no need to explain, just follow me."

After the attendant turned around, he uttered a few words imperceptibly, "However, you are really manly."

"Er—" The demon hunter's body froze instantly with superb hearing.

……

Roy's whole body was soaked in a bath tub full of foam, his neck leaned against the slippery side of the tub, and the pungent smell of soap lingered in his nostrils.

Amid the crisp sound of "click, click", a pair of black and hard scissors were pacing back and forth in his hair.

"Your hair is of great quality!"

The hairdresser's nimble fingers gently stroked the witcher's black hair, and the expression on his face was like that of an artist who was creating.

"To match the shape of your face, your hair just needs a little touch up and how about a ponytail?"

"It's up to you, just don't leave it too long for me." Roy leaned nervously in the bathtub. He had lost all his hair after passing the grass trial in the Temple of Meritelli last time.

Then in just a few months, perhaps because of hormone stimulation, it grew so long that it hung down to the neck, just enough to tie a chic ponytail.

For this reason, Lei Suo also responded with ridicule.

"Witcher with long hair? It's hot and uncomfortable, and prone to lice."

"How can a bald man appreciate the happiness of a man with hair?"

Roy responded like this at the time, and then Leto ignored him for a whole day with a cold face.

"All right……"

The barber put away the scissors and dried the witcher's face and the back of his neck with a linen cloth soaked in tincture of angelica.

Roy stood up from the tub, took the towel from the attendant and wrapped it around his waist, and then stepped out of the tub, leaving wet footprints on the masonry floor.

After he wiped his body and rested for a while, that Hasok came over and looked him up and down, then nodded and praised, "Now you look much handsomer." He stretched out his hand again, "Shirt, underwear, Trousers and tunics, and boots are ready."

"So complicated?" Roy frowned, "But I want to wear my own clothes... Tell me honestly, is this tunic worn by women?"

"Please don't embarrass me..." Hassock said blankly.

The demon hunter struggled for a long time, and slowly put on his clothes. The rough fabric and tight style made him feel like he was wearing a heavy shackle.

"What should I do, I can't even kill a water ghost now!"

"Pay attention to your words, don't be rude in front of the princess and queen later." Hassock said and handed him a delicate and small glass bottle.

"what is this?"

"perfume."

"Enough! Take it away, stay away from me!"

Eventually Hasok gave in, and the witcher didn't wear the perfume.

"Now, let me teach you the basic etiquette of the royal court of Cintra. I will demonstrate it to you, and you will do it with me again."

"It's not necessary." Roy said in a low voice. Lei Suo had taught him these aristocratic etiquettes in Carbon Mountain.

……

After a long and difficult preparation, the witcher was brought into a bright and luxurious room.On the first golden nanmu bench in the room sat a majestic woman with a crown on her head and a golden waistcoat.

Next to the woman, there was a little girl in a white gauze skirt, red leather boots, stockings, and a hairpin. She stared at the witcher without blinking, her eyes sparkling.

After a brief courtesy greeting, the two sides fell into silence.

The demon hunter's eyes were deep, and he looked at the little girl secretly.

"Sure enough, this little guy is her..."

Cyrila Fiona Airon Reanlen

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Status: Princess of Cintra, heir to the throne of Cintra

Life: 50

Mana: 150

Attributes:

Power: 3

Agility: 4

Constitution: 5

Perception: 4

Will: 4

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 15

skill:

Ancient Blood (Passive Solidification): The oldest bloodline of the Ain El clan, those who inherit this bloodline will master all kinds of incredible powers, but it is currently in the early stages of awakening, and all abilities are uncontrollable——

Daughter of time and space: The heir to the blood of the ancients can instantly cross the distant space and enter thousands of planes as he pleases... Occasionally, he can capture some fragments of the future through the long river of time and space, and prophesy like hysteria .

At this stage, it can only be activated at the moment of life and death.