God-level Demon Hunter

His awkward and tangled posture really dissatisfied the young man.

This guy is too unforgiving.

"Geralt, I see it through. You are a complete pessimist. What are you afraid of? Why do you choose to avoid it instead of fighting for it? Whether it's Ciri or that sorceress."

"Roy, what do you know?" Geralt was a little dazed. He didn't remember telling him about Yennefer.

"It doesn't matter, but your attitude is very disappointing!"

Roy held the girl's shoulders, and Shirley turned around and threw himself into his arms, crying bitterly.

"Go to Cintra, Geralt."

"Friends of the Snake School, do you want to persuade me too?" The white wolf stared at the young witcher with dark eyes, bloodshot eyes appearing in his eyes.

"No, I won't push Ciri to you. I am now extending an invitation to you on behalf of the Viper School. Come back to Sintra with me, where there are still three members of the Viper School waiting for you."

"Demon hunters are getting rarer and rarer, and it's rare to get together. I think we should sit down and have a drink together. Not only for Ciri, but also for the group of demon hunters."

"When the time comes, let's fight Gwent together, share adventure experiences, and talk about the situation of Gerth Vader and Kaer Morhen. You and them will definitely have something in common!"

"For the witcher too?"

Shirley grabbed one of the white wolf's arms at the right time, and shook it coquettishly with a pleading face.

Geralt's face struggled and changed. After a long time, his heart softened. He sighed and held Roy's outstretched hand.

Chapter 29 Confluence

Two days later, outside the Sintra Palace.

"Roy, Roy, what are you thinking?!"

The girl's petite palm waved in front of the witcher's eyes, and she pursed her lips,

"Sorry, Ciri, I'm a little distracted."

"Hmph, bad guy, how can you ignore me! I'm about to be imprisoned by my grandma, and it will take me a long time to get out this time."

Roy smiled, opened his hands towards the girl, and hugged her petite body tightly in his arms and turned around.

"Little girl, take care of yourself, don't be self-willed and naughty. In the next time, listen to grandma's words carefully. Try to make her happy." The boy Ruo said meaningfully.

Ciri's eyes were red when he heard the words, and he leaned close to Roy's ear and blew hot air, "You must help me keep Geralt in Sintra, and wait for me to find you!"

After finishing speaking, she turned to another witcher with a stiff expression, and said in a commanding tone, "Geralt, don't leave me this time, don't run away!"

Geralt shook his head, "I've been traveling for two days and two nights, go back and rest quickly. Mossack, take care of her for me, let's drink together next time."

The druid stroked his gray beard.

"If you have that chance. Protect yourself, old guy. Don't get yourself covered in injuries when you are old. I don't want to collect your body for you."

"Who can tell what will happen in the future?" Geralt smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked up at the towering castle.

Even in the middle of the night, the Royal Palace of Sintra is still brightly lit, like a beacon in the dark mist.

"Goodbye, Ciri, Mossack!"

The witcher waved his hands pretending to be open-minded, and then dragged Roy back into the darkness.

"Again! Roy...goodbye! Geralt...Geralt!"

"Woooo..."

The girl yelled hysterically at the backs of the two men, a strong panic surged up in her heart for no reason, her eyes were flushed, she had a premonition that it would be a long time before she saw them after this time.

……

The two demon hunters shuttled through the wide and hard bluestone streets of Sintra, and drilled out of several dark alleys. It didn't take long before they came to a remote and dilapidated residential building.

"Bang, bang, bang..." After a long time after the knock on the door, there was a sound of slow footsteps coming from far and near to the door.

"Who?" A sharp male voice asked impatiently.It seems that he was very angry when he was disturbed at night.

"Water ghosts are here to receive swords, and old friends are there any wine?" Roy said and smiled at Geralt confidently.

But the next moment his expression froze.

"Sorry, wrong password, please leave immediately!"

"Are you crazy? I remember it clearly. How could it be wrong? Wait, password? Oakes, it must be you bastard, open the door for me!"

"Haha... Relax, don't get excited! Forgot what I told you? Demon hunters must have a sense of humor. You are young and handsome. Don't be serious and rigid like those old-timers like Leso and Serritt, or you will lose your temper in the future." How can you please a woman?"

The door opened, and a man with a hippie smile walked out. The man looked the young witcher up and down, and then gave him a big hug, "Young man, you are finally willing to come back to visit us old guys!"

After finishing speaking, his amber eyes turned behind the young man, "Who is this?"

"I said I would bring back a friend."

"Good evening, Oakes, I'm the wolf hunter, Geralt of Rivia."

……

The secret hut of the Viper School was surrounded by a faint smell of rancidity. Pots, pans, and various changes of clothes were piled up in a mess on the ground and on the sofa.

Four Angzang big men and a young man were lined up on both sides of the dining table in the living room on the first floor.

"Roy, the purpose of going out for so many days is to invite the famous Lord White Wolf on behalf of the Viper School?" The big bald man tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, his tone very flat.

"Lesso, can you show me some face... Geralt and I have a life-and-death friendship." Roy gave the big man a dissatisfied look, then pinched his nose, "Also, it's only been a while since I left. The house is like a kennel, can't you hire a nanny to clean it?"

"Cough...cough, what do demon hunters pay so much attention to? We have received several commissions during this period, and we are so busy that we don't touch the ground, and we don't travel around like you."

"Whoever travels everywhere, I am on a mission, for the revival of the school..."

"Okay, don't make any noise..." Serrit, the most serious and serious of the Snake faction, stopped the two of them, "Roy, Lei Suo is just too worried about you. After all, you haven't been a witcher for long, and it's your first time going out alone, and—”

"And what?"

"You are courageous, curious, and like to cause trouble everywhere. Please understand the mentality of his old father who is just a teacher."

"stir up trouble?"

"Old father?"

With fierce eyes, the two said at the same time, "Serrit, you have to explain clearly to me."

Serrit ignored them, and turned to the demon hunter opposite, "Sorry, Lord Geralt, I made you laugh."

Geralt shrugged his shoulders, and his expression was rarely relaxed, "No, I think you have a good relationship. This is rare among witchers. To be honest, I rarely see several of the same kind in the same room. Most of us The guys I know are used to being alone."

"I can still adapt... After all, they all come from the same school. By the way, Lord White Wolf, Roy said that he had a life-long friendship with you. How did you know each other?"

"In Brokleon, under a tall hornbeam, against the same yogorn, and beyond the forest, against a pack of marauders."

"Yugorn?"

"This is the name of the dryad. We demon hunters call it the White Widow, a giant centipede. At that time, Roy and I cooperated to kill the White Widow, and then confronted...for a while."

"I have never seen a demon hunter like him. In the wild, most of the same kind, even if they are not hostile to each other, will maintain basic vigilance. But he didn't. He took the initiative to approach me and called out my name. "Speaking of this, Geralt had a strange expression on his face,

"Like an old friend I've known for a long time."

Leto suddenly interrupted Geralt's narration,

"Little devil, how many times have I warned you, and your vigilance is still so low? If you meet those crazy cats, you will go up to them with a smirk?"

"When the time comes, you won't even know how you died! Don't expect me to collect your body!"

"Don't worry, Leto, you didn't see the scene at that time, I know it well, Geralt is a good man."

"Next!" Serrit gave the bald man who interjected a hard look,

"Next, we met Ms. Eisner," Geralt shook his head amusedly, "to save a little girl, we drank a glass of poisonous 'drink' together. God bless us, we all survived , safe and sound."

Chapter 30 The Witcher Brotherhood

"Drinking poisoned wine for a little girl?"

"Gods!" Oakes' funny voice rang out, his eyes were sharp and he wanted to stare at Roy into the cracks in the ground. "Young man, I misunderstood you. It turns out that you are not incomprehensible. You have a heart at such a young age, know how to please a girl, and risk your life! I am ashamed, next time..."

Oakes patted Roy on the shoulder heavily, and promised, "Next time, I will go to Arethusa to find the sorceress, and I will take you with me! I hope the fraternal Ms. Keira is still here."

Geralt glanced at the yelling Oakes in bewilderment, then turned to Serrit full of doubts, pointed his finger at his head, stopped, turned around, and showed a questioning look.

Serrit nodded to confirm, "Something went wrong when he mutated, and he sometimes couldn't control his emotions. But generally he's an optimist."

"It's rare that you are willing to take him with you."

"Who told him to be my real brother? Being a brother can only be a little tiring." Serrit sighed, "It's already miserable for a demon hunter to be isolated by ordinary people in the world, and he often deals with cunning and dangerous monsters. How can you survive in this world if you don’t know how to hug each other for warmth and support each other? Are you right, Your Excellency White Wolf.”

The white wolf was silent until Roy filled a glass of dwarven spirits for him.

He drank the spirits in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief before speaking,

"Apart from going back to Kaer Morhen every winter to communicate with the group of surviving old buddies, I don't see my companions at all for the rest of the year."

"Kaer Morhen Castle?" Roy's eyes lit up, "The secret base of the Wolf School?"

Geralt nodded. He didn't hide anything about this, "Yes, Kaer Morhen is in the north, in the territory of Kaedwen, but a long, long time ago, because of a sudden attack..." Geralt paused Suddenly, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes,

"Kaer Morhen has become overgrown and dilapidated."

Roy understood that the attack referred to the elf demon hunter who had defected from the wolf school.

"Then, cough...cough..." Roy licked his lips and took a sip of the spirits excitedly, but he was choked and coughed again and again.

"Geralt, cough, speaking frankly and honestly, as you can see, the only people who can get together in the Viper School are me, Serrit, Oakes, and Leto, four people that can be counted on the palm of your hand. Excuse me Let me ask you, how many people are left in your Wolf School?"

In an instant, the eyes of the four people present swept over.

"This..." Geralt hesitated. "There has never been any grievances between the Wolf School and the Snake School, so there is no need to hide it from them."

"It's okay if you don't want to, Geralt, we understand."

"No, there is nothing to hide. There are still four members of the Wolf School. Me, Eskar, Lambert, and our teacher, Vesemir."

Lei Suo, who was silent after hearing this, leaned back on his chair suddenly, with a wry smile on his face, "So it's not just our Viper School, even the Wolf School has only four people left."

"What era is it that the demon hunters really want to die completely?"

An unspeakable desolation rose in the hearts of everyone.

The four big men are all about 80 years old. They have been trained and grown up in the school since they were young, and have witnessed the prosperity and decline of the school.

The complexity of the mood is indescribable.

Except for Roy, he joined the Snake Sect for less than a year, and his affection for the Sect is not that deep, so he can't indulge in the sadness of the past, he can only look forward!

Plan the future of the witcher in your head.

"The four of Viper School." Geralt recovered first, "If I remember correctly, your hometown is not in the Northern Territory."

"It used to be in the south, Nilfgaard, a fortress called Gthwald. However, it has completely declined, and there are still people who are eager to attack the fortress and take it for themselves."

"Then why did you come to Cintra?"

"The reason is very complicated. The primary purpose is to rebuild the school." Lei Suo said solemnly.

"That's right, no matter what the price is," Serrit said with firm eyes, "We want to rebuild the Viper School."

Hearing this, the white wolf was shocked.

He couldn't help asking himself, if the Wolf Faction also ended up like this, would he have the determination of the people in front of him?

"See, Geralt..." Roy noticed the trance-like eyes of the white wolf, and his voice suddenly became louder, "That's the difference, you're always evading and muddling along. Only when the deadline comes do you know how to resist. "

"And we, even if we break the convention, we have to rush into the 'fire' and take the initiative to change!"

"What do you mean?"

The witchers all stopped and looked at this young man with an immature face standing upright under the dim light.

"The life of the wolf school is not easy, but Geralt, have you ever thought about improving the situation of the school?"

White Wolf opened his lips, and finally fell silent again.

"No..." Roy shook his head. "You're just playing hide-and-seek with fate, and you don't even dare to accept your accidental son."

"If given the chance, would you like to try and rebuild Kaer Morhen?"

"I'm just an ordinary witcher, what can I do?" Geralt retorted unhappily, he didn't understand why this young witcher suddenly preached to himself.