God-level Demon Hunter

猎魔人法印Lv8，炼金术Lv6、冥想Lv5、狼学派长剑剑术Lv10，猎魔人感官Lv7

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52 years old?The state is maintained well, and it looks like a half-bald youth from the outside.

Roy had a deeper understanding of the shelf life of a witcher's youth. He turned his eyes, looked over Lambert's shoulder, and looked towards the courtyard. He didn't see Mr. Vesemir as he wished.

But he was in no hurry.

"Guys, welcome to Kaer Morhen as a guest. I haven't seen you for a few months. You've had a good time." Geralt showed a stiff smile and shook hands with everyone, "It's exactly the same as last time, nothing at all." Thin, and there is no missing arm or leg."

"You've put on weight, Geralt. And, thank you for the invitation."

Roy smiled brightly and reached out to give him a firm handshake.

"You guys already know Escal along the way, this is Lambert...the youngest boy in the castle." He turned to his companion who was watching coldly and gave him a warning look.

The latter nodded silently, but his expression was not very good, as if he had suffered from dysentery.

Oakes in the team opened his eyes wide at him, his amber eyes looked up and down unceremoniously, his heart became more and more puzzled,

"How does this guy look like me? I don't see any interesting soul at all. On the contrary, it's a bit mean."

"Lambert, these are..."

"It's getting dark, it's windy and cold outside, come on, come with me!"

A group of people passed through the high-hanging iron gate and walked through the secluded corridor.

Come to the spacious courtyard in front of the castle.

The size of the courtyard is comparable to the Fountain Square in Edelsberg, but the dilapidation is beyond imagination. The floor made of wood and stones is overgrown with weeds and is not smooth at all.

It's mostly bare, with old wooden shelving holding down the dilapidated, decayed stairways and battlements.

In a sheltered corner under the city wall, there are daily training equipment for demon hunters: wooden comb posts, spinning dummy, pendulum hanging under the horizontal bar to train evasion ability, and whetstones for sharpening weapons.

The three big men of the Snake faction exchanged glances.

Kaer Morhen's history seems to be older and more worn out than Gthvader's.

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Everyone went up a few steps, and a banyan tree with a huge canopy appeared in the center of the second floor of the courtyard.

Swaying with the sudden gust of evening wind.

Cast shadows on a solid, tall wall.

The majestic Kaer Morhen Castle came into view, and when everyone looked up, they felt dizzy.

There are several sub-forts and towers around, even the shortest one is more than 20 meters high.

Because the entire fortress was built on a high ground, the witcher only needed to stand on the battlements around the courtyard to see the dense forest below, the refreshing and wide field, and the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

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"Om-"

A huge wooden door several meters high unfolded.

Everyone entered a dark castle hall.

All the castles Biroy had seen were dilapidated and empty, without any gorgeous and luxurious decorations at all.

In addition to candlesticks, alchemy equipment placed in a mess, tables, chairs, bookshelves everywhere, and large wine pots, the most impressive thing is the load-bearing stone pillars connecting the ground and ceiling one after another.

"Sure enough, in the conflict many years ago, Kaer Morhen was looted."

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Candles and fire from the fireplace illuminated the open space in the center of the hall.

"Guys, sit and play for a while..." Geralt pointed to a row of sofas by the fireplace, "I'll go see how the food is prepared, Escal, and get the wine... Sorry, everyone , in fact, you are a little early, and the wine made from potato skins may not be tasteful enough."

"It's not a big problem, as long as you can drink it." Serrit shrugged.

"Well. Lambert, you stay here with a few brothers, I remember you didn't eat salted fish today, keep your mouth clean!"

The young wolf faction member grunted reluctantly, and sat down on the tattered yellow leather sofa.

After making arrangements, Geralt was about to leave.

"Wait buddy, do you need help in the kitchen?" The bald man winked at the students beside him, who were observing the intricate structure of the castle and planning a big adventure when it happened.

"This kid's cooking skills are not bad, not inferior to the cooks in the tavern!"

"Isn't that appropriate? You are guests from afar, so how can you ask them to help you? Just enjoy it." Geralt hesitated, but a hint of emotion flashed across his face. In fact, the Wolf Faction's long-standing glorious tradition ——Food can be eaten as long as it is eaten, and the taste is not important.

Therefore, the wolf demon hunters never deliberately trained cooking skills, even the oldest Vesemir, the food he cooked could only be said to taste good.

"Geralt, what kind of guests and hosts are there today!? Kaer Morhen is all brothers," Oakes hurriedly chimed in, shouting familiarly, "Brothers should fight side by side, and the kitchen is another battlefield." , Snake School should also be a pioneer, Roy's craftsmanship will never let you down!"

"It's a strange argument, but it seems to make sense." White Wolf looked at Roy with dark cat eyes.

"There's boar boar, rabbit meat left in the kitchen...turnips, taro and pumpkin...how about you see what you can do?"

The latter sighed, no matter where he went, it was hard work.

Quickly got up and followed.

There was a moment of excitement behind him.

"Leso, take out the Gwent cards and chessboard from your ring, and let's do some warm-up exercises before dinner with Little Brother Lambert."

"Don't worry about the Gwent card, buddy, I'm more interested in the Snake faction itself. Are you from the south? Group actions are popular there now?"

"Don't you think it's crowded? You don't fight when you see each other every day?"

"Like me, I can only endure one winter at most. Geralt's dead face, Escal's ugly face is too disgusting. I'm afraid I can't help but do it for a long time."

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Chapter 4 Kaer Morhen Dinner

Roy followed Geralt through a few wooden doors, turned around a small winding, dark corridor, and entered the left side of the castle hall, where there was a kitchen full of baskets of vegetables, a row of pickled pork and a few fresh meat steaks.

There was an old man who was busy in front of a large iron pot in the middle of the kitchen.

In his armor of cotton and chain and leather and metal,

Strong and straight, with brown hair combed back to look younger than Geralt's white hair, and a beard on his upper lip.

On the weather-beaten and vicissitudes-covered cheeks, there are deep nasolabial folds and forehead lines, but the skin is shiny, and the eyes are black and flexible. She looks much younger than her actual age, about the same as a 50-year-old ordinary human being.

Moreover, it can be vaguely seen from his correct facial features that this old man must have been a man of the hour not inferior to Dandelion when he was young.

But Roy knew that he was not much younger than Kaer Morhen.

Vesemir

Sex: Male

Age: 304

Identity: Grandmaster of the wolf faction demon hunter (a master who is proficient in various wolf faction skills.)

Life: 200

Mana: 160

Attributes:

Power: 22

agile:?

Constitution: 20

Perception: 15

Will: 10

Charisma: 8

Spirit: 16

skill:

猎魔人法印Lv10、炼金术Lv10、冥想Lv8、猫派长剑剑术Lv10、狼学派长剑剑术Lv10、熊学派长剑剑术Lv10、猎魔人感官Lv10、锻造Lv10。

Crisis intuition (passive solidification)

other……

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"Geralt, who is this young man?" The old man put the spoon in his hand into the broth in the big iron pot, his eyes swept over the young witcher, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes softened.

"It's good to meet you, Master Vesemir. I'm the Serpent Demon Hunter who just visited Kaer Morhen today, Roy." The young man looked at the hale and hearty old man with a lot of respect on his face. Covering it up, a heartfelt smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Today is finally making up for a regret in the past.

Since the defense of Kaer Morhen, I saw the real old man again.

"Oh, I can't remember if it was decades or more than ten years, I have never seen a witcher as young as you." Vesemir stroked his messy beard and smiled brightly, "You are still so handsome, when I see you, I think of you as an old man." My young self, can you come over a bit... let me, this old bone, relive the lost youth?"

Roy walked over,

The old man immediately gave him a bear hug, and quickly let go. His big rough hand shook his hand vigorously and enthusiastically, "Roy, welcome to Kaer Morhen!"

"Stay for a while longer, the two schools have a good exchange, and add some popularity to this old house."

"As you wish."

"I have to say that the viper school's luck is so enviable... they ran from the south to the north, and they were able to recruit suitable apprentices, and passed the green grass test more smoothly." Vesemir noticed his dark gold Pupil, thinking of the dire situation of the wolf faction, sighed, "But child, why do you look at me like you are looking at an acquaintance?"

"Geralt mentioned you to me." Roy glanced at the smiling white wolf next to him. "You are an amazing mentor and the guardian of Kaer Morhen."

"Stop! Well-mannered child, if you continue to boast, the old man will lose sleep tonight because of jealousy!" Vesemir picked up the spoon again, and put the meat cleaver on the stove, "Let's talk about the rest while drinking, It's your turn to show off your culinary skills, cook the dish you are best at, don't make them wait too long."

Dark gold's pupils glanced at the wild boar and the big iron pot hanging in the air, and Roy smiled happily.

"Geralt, don't just stand there, bring a basket of tomatoes!"

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April 1261, 12, evening.

Kaer Morhen Hall.

The light from the fireplace and candlesticks illuminates a table of steaming delicacies: roast forest deer, stewed meat in a large iron pot... seasonal vegetables and fruits.

Four snake demon hunters who came from afar, as well as the owner of the castle, four wolf demon hunters gathered together around a rectangular table covered with a red tablecloth,

"Kaer Morhen has been 'lonely' for many years and has not been visited by anyone. It is a rare event to welcome four guests today. Geralt, Lambert, and Escal, let's raise our glasses together and respect a few distinguished guests !"

The oldest Vesemir raised his glass and drank the low-alcohol wine brewed from potato skins in one gulp!

Several people followed closely behind and had a drink.

The wine foam splashed everywhere, and several satisfied belches sounded.

"Everyone, enjoy yourself, just treat this place as your own home, don't be polite to us!"

"Haha, then we're not welcome!"

The atmosphere at the dining table was hot, and everyone talked freely.

"Well... Roy, what's the name of this dish? It tastes amazing! Why haven't I seen you cook it before?" Oakes, who was sweating profusely, inserted a long strip from a large iron pot in the middle of the table, Put the wild boar covered with rich red soup into your mouth.

He swallowed greedily without chewing, then licked off the fat from the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed an extremely satisfied expression.

"That's right, Snake Pie boy, I've never eaten a dish with this flavor." Lambert inserted a piece of paper-thin potato from the cauldron, stuffed it into his mouth, grinned from the heat, and held it in his hand. But the knife and fork couldn't stop and continued to reach into the iron pot.

"A specialty of Nilfgaard, or did you create it yourself?"

"Uh, everyone, I'm honored. In fact, it's the first time I tried this dish tonight. I didn't expect it to be so popular." Roy looked at the seven sweaty demon hunters and smiled from ear to ear.

Even the old man eats his mouth full of oil, and the speed of using the knife and fork is not inferior to that of young people.

"How did you think of it?" Lambert lamented, "Why didn't we think of this before? It's been for nothing for decades."

"As for the source of inspiration...Since snake pie and wolf pie, which are thousands of miles away, can sit on the same table. Then potatoes, mushrooms, wild boar... Spices, all kinds of ingredients, why can't they be mixed together and put into large Stewed in an iron pot."

"As you can see, after mixing, the taste of the dish is surprising."