God-level Demon Hunter

Lucky: The innate intuition not only allows her to avoid fatal blows in battle, but also intuitively chooses the best option when faced with major choices, avoiding disasters.

Source Warlock: The heir of the ancient blood possesses the magical potential of the past and the present, but before she has not undergone systematic training and uses spells, she will reject magic—only in critical situations, she can manipulate magic ability will trigger suddenly.

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"Hiss...is this what Wild Hunt is looking for?"

Originated from the ancient blood of Calanthe's ancestor, the elven sage Laura Doron.

Roy took a breath and tried his best to keep his expression calm. All kinds of unpredictable powers literally wrote four words on Ciri's face - "the protagonist of destiny".

So, can I catch this ride?

The dark golden eyes continued to turn towards the older woman.

But Queen Calanthe has no aura fluctuations on her body, just like an ordinary mortal. On the contrary, the ancient blood in the young Ciri's body is more conspicuous.

Through observation, Roy can perceive the looming magic fluctuations in Ciri, but now, most of her potential has not been stimulated, and she is in the initial stage, and she cannot yet control the ability to prophesy and travel through time and space.

If it is said that the blood of the ancients is inherited from generation to generation, Pavetta also has some unpredictable abilities.

"Roy, son of Lower Aden, disciple of Resor of Guleta, do you know why I called you into the palace?"

At this time, the queen's indifferent voice interrupted Roy's reverie.

"His Royal Highness, didn't you ask me to teach the princess swordsmanship?"

The queen shook her head, and solemnly warned, "Siri is still young, practicing swordsmanship now will only hurt her delicate body."

"I'm not that squeamish!" The princess next to her pursed her mouth and stared at her big round green eyes.

Calanthe ignored Ciri, squinted slightly, and said condescendingly to the demon hunter, "I don't know what about you attracted Ciri's interest. Originally, it was impossible for me to let you, a lowly demon hunter, enter The palace. But now I see that your behavior and appearance are not as unsightly as before."

"During this time in Sintra, you have not committed any crimes, or acquired the vulgar habits of ordinary demon hunters. So I allow you to stay in the palace and take care of Ciri together with other attendants. Play with her and make her happy .”

"After Ciri leaves Cintra, I will reward you handsomely."

"Ah?!" The demon hunter looked astonished. This queen wants a demon hunter to be a nanny? "Have you misunderstood demon hunters? Our arms are good at dancing swords, but..."

"Don't want to?"

The queen interrupted his argument rudely.

What kind of attitude is this, asking for help and still acting like alms?Discriminate against witchers?Prejudice against witchers? !

Roy remained calm and said respectfully,

"No, it's a great honor to be with Princess Ciri—"

He lowered his head obediently, but he was thinking wrongly, "Calanthe discriminated against me, so I will transfer/educate her granddaughter, um, it's fair. Besides, I don't have to worry about an old woman who won't live for a few years. "

The witcher glanced at the doll-like little girl, who smiled innocently with crooked eyebrows.

Calanthe nodded, obviously satisfied with the witcher who knows the times. "I have another question. Do you know a white-haired witcher named Geralt?"

Roy shook his head and said nonsense, "Actually, I just turned ten...six years old, and I don't know many witchers."

What a joke, he doesn't want to be implicated.

Calanthe felt a little regretful. If Geralt hadn't intervened, her good daughter Pavetta would not have married Donny, and naturally she would not have fallen into the situation where she is now dead.

She has a lot of hatred for the white wolf, but it's a pity that this guy is elusive and can't be found at all.

"Okay, the little girl can't wait..." Calanthe touched Ciri's mouse-gray hair lovingly, "This time, you must be obedient and stop messing around with me!"

The little girl blushed with excitement, and suddenly took out a white handkerchief from her bosom and threw it to the witcher.

"Come on, dragon slayer! I can't wait to hear your adventures!"

Chapter 12 Big Fudge

In the bedroom, under the dim light, half of the face of the petite figure was hidden in the darkness.

"Demon hunter, you can speak with confidence now."

"That... Her Royal Highness, why did you drive the maids out?"

"Something...cough...I just want to say it to you alone." Ciri put her hands behind her back, looking like a little grown-up with her baby fat face.

"I guess..." the young witcher lowered his voice, "You don't want to be engaged to Prince Christine, you asked me to help you escape."

"You... how do you know?!" Ciri jumped up on the spot like a frightened cat, pointing at the witcher with a fierce expression, "Quickly tell me! Did Calanthe send you to monitor Ben?" Princess?"

"You misunderstood me..." Roy looked into the eyes of the little princess sincerely, and suppressed the smile in his heart, "Actually, not only do I understand your troubles, I also know that you occasionally have some weird nightmares, especially when After being stimulated, dream of a terrifying army of skeleton horse riders chasing you."

The little girl couldn't close her mouth, and she was a little dazed by the scares.

"Do you think it's a coincidence? I had the same dream as Her Royal Highness, but you were still in my dream, and you told me many secrets." Roy walked towards the little girl, but he took a step closer, hoping Li subconsciously took a step back.

"Your partners Halma, Kerris, your parents His Royal Highness Pavetta, and Lord Downey."

"Are you serious...you didn't lie to me?"

"Your Highness, recall carefully, you invited me into the palace, it's not a random thought, it's a fate. We are the same kind of people, and we will meet each other sooner or later." There was confusion in Xili's emerald eyes, still young She didn't quite understand what the witcher was saying.

And Roy is not talking nonsense, after swallowing the blood of the sun, there is also thin ancient blood flowing in his body.

"If you really don't believe it, how about we make a bet?"

"Bet?" Ciri's eyes lit up, and she became less afraid when she became more playful, "Witcher, your words are too inscrutable for me to understand, but I understand the bet."

"Call me Roy, I'm not much older than you, Your Highness."

"Roy, how do you think we should bet!?" Ciri excitedly ran to the drawer and took out a sapphire necklace.

"I'll bet here first."

She seems to be playing an interesting game.

"No, Your Highness, there is no need to bet..." Roy shook his head lightly, "You just need to remember what I said, remember every word I said."

"After going to Verdon to get engaged this time, your marriage with Prince Christine will not be successful."

"You said I wouldn't marry that fat man?!" Ciri happily circled the room like a happy pony, tiptoeing and curling up her little dress.

"Also, on this journey between Sintra and Verdon, you will encounter a white-haired witcher. You can call him Geralt directly then."

"You dreamed of this?" Shirley stopped circling, with tadpole lines appearing in his eyes,

"Ah."

"Roy..." The little girl called out suddenly, and she pulled her skirt closer again, looking up at the witcher.

Although he was eight years old, Ciri developed slowly, and his height was only 1.3 meters, and he didn't even reach the chest of the 1.7-meter-five witcher.

"what happened?"

"I'm glad you told me these secrets." Ciri smiled happily, "You didn't hide everything from me like other idiots, and fooled me like a little brat."

"Of course, friends should treat each other sincerely."

At this time, there was a knock on the door and an urgent call from the maid,

"Bang, bang, bang... Your Highness, are you alright?"

"Come, come!" Ciri shouted impatiently towards the door, "'Dragon Slayer' Roy, it's time to tell your adventure story."

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In the bedroom, the four maids accompanied the princess to sit around the dim fireplace, their faces flushed by the firelight, but they didn't realize it at all, and listened intently to the story told by the witcher in the middle.

"This is the story I heard from the older generation of witchers."

"A long time ago, there was a righteous knight named Leon in Aden. Leon was in the Knights until he was 30 years old, but he was fired by the new chief because he had a dead face and his expression was as stiff as wood. Killer."

"What does the killer do on weekdays?"

Ciri next to her propped her chin and asked the witcher curiously,

"Killers are another kind of demon hunters, but their targets are people, and they only accept commissions to kill people. Because Leon is a good person with a conscience and a bottom line, he only assassinates bad people who do all kinds of evil, and eliminates harm for the people."

"During a certain mission, Leon rescued a little girl, Mathilde, who was hunted down by corrupt officials and gangsters."

The girl saved by the knight?

The maids' eyes were blurred, this is almost the dream of all young girls.

"Unfortunately, it's a facial paralysis..." A maid in a red apron sighed faintly.

……

"If Lyon had children, Mathilde should be about the same age as his children. So Lyon took Mathilde in."

"Despite the huge age difference, the two got along very well - the girl ran the house, took care of his life, and his prized potted silver queen, while Leon continued to make money."

……

"It's been a quiet and happy time like this...the two are like relatives and close friends, and they are close to each other."

"Master Demon Hunter..."

A lovely maid with a round face suddenly asked cautiously, "How old is the age difference between Mathilde and Leon? Is the relationship between them a father-daughter relationship or... love?"

"Well...a thousand listeners, there are a thousand understandings." The witcher looked around at the girls who were looking up, and said with a smile in his heart, "Matilde is about ten years old...they are about ten years old... 20 years old, you think."

"It's definitely a father-daughter relationship!"

A skinny maid swore, "The little girl is too young to understand anything!"

"No...you are superficial." Another plump maid objected, "The 40-year-old bachelor next door to my house married a young and beautiful adopted girl, and now they have children. I have a son."

"So—" the plump maid came to a conclusion, "as long as she looks good, what about my daughter?"

After she finished speaking, she held her face,

"Why didn't I have such a knight when I was young, of course I definitely don't want an old bachelor."

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"The gangsters and colluding bureaucrats traced their whereabouts..." Roy let the girls discuss freely for a while, and then said, "They secretly surrounded the residence of the two of them. The situation is extremely critical..."

"In the end, in order to save Mathilde's life, Leon bravely sacrificed himself and died with the villains!"

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"Woooo..." The faint sobbing woke Roy from his impassioned state. When he turned around, he saw that half of the maids were teary-eyed.

"They're not together?!" Ciri stood up angrily, and waved her pink fist at the witcher. "The knight will never die so easily!"

"But he is dead."

"No, I said he's not dead!" Ciri growled resolutely.

"Well, Leon didn't die, and finally lived happily with Mathilde and continued to take care of the Silver Queen."

"yeah!"

Almost instantly, the maids burst into laughter, with tears in their laughter.

And Ciri muttered to herself, "A young girl like Mathilde has knights who are willing to sacrifice herself for her—"

"Demon hunter, 'Dragon Slayer'." Ciri straightened her neck proudly like a white swan, "Are you willing to die for me?"

"This……"

Chapter 13 respectively

Under the light, a petite girl was riding on the neck of the witcher, waving the wooden sword in her hand.

"The heroic princess knight, the lion cub of Cintra, Cyrila Fiona Iron Leanron, is ordered to attack the bandits!"

"Huh—" It seemed that the words were too hasty, the girl couldn't help sticking out her pink tongue to catch her breath.

"Drive—drive—my BMW, charge forward!" She raised her wooden sword and shouted in a childlike voice, "Stop! Turn left, go around behind the robber and attack!"

"Master Knight..." The demon hunter's eyes flashed helplessly, and he said in a low voice, "The horse is tired, let me take a rest first."

"No! If you dare to be disobedient, I'll bite off your ear!" The girl moved towards the demon hunter's ear, took a breath, and began to "giggle" coquettishly. The demon hunter also carried her back with a smile." Robber".

This "robber" is dressed in a white maid outfit, holding a sword like a broomstick, her round face is full of panic, and there are strange black ink marks - I don't know if she has suffered some inhuman torture before , the pretty face is covered with dark circles, triangles, beards, and small animals such as turtles and rabbits.

There were also two or three sporadic ink marks on the fleshy little face of the "Knight" opposite her.

The "knight" managed to get around behind the "robber", who seemed to be intimidated by her aura, his limbs were stiff, and he just stood there stupidly without dodging or avoiding.