God-level Demon Hunter

"If no one gives them a little pity, a little warmth and happiness when they need tenderness and comfort most..."

"Think carefully, how will they 'repay' this society in the future?!"

Roy's questioning was like a heavy hammer hitting the demon hunter's heart.

The crowd fell silent.

The witcher joined the academy by accident, but he didn't suffer from wandering as a child.

The psychological distortion of the famous warlock Wei Ge is also inseparable from the lonely and wandering life in his childhood.

Roy insisted, "What we want to train is companions who can be united and worthy of trust! They must be made to feel happy and joyful, and have a sense of identity and belonging to the group of orphanages and demon hunters, at least for now. stage."

"Training is a gradual process. They must not be recklessly tortured to turn them into cynical psychopaths who take revenge on society!"

"Also, Serrit, you should have noticed that these children are very sensible."

"They are more mature than ordinary children, which means that they have a greater possibility of passing the trial of green grass!"

……

"Okay, Great Prophet, you convinced me..." Vulture suddenly said, "Don't let me down."

"Then let's follow the original plan, train the apprentices in a gentle way and gradually increase the intensity?" Serrit asked.

"Hmm." A group of people nodded.

After a moment of silence.

"One question, should we train female apprentices?" Keyan asked, "The formula of the cat school is not only suitable for men, but now we only train boys."

"Wait..." Lambert shook his head, "Your pie's formula is too flawed."

"Which school's recipe should the apprentice choose for the Grass Trial?" Geralt asked a crucial question.

Out of a certain psychology, cat pie, snake pie, and wolf pie are more or less biased towards their own recipes.

"The third article of the terms of the brotherhood, fairness and justice." Roy said, "When we find a cooperating warlock, let her analyze it, comprehensively analyze various situations, and figure out which formula is easier to improve and has a higher survival rate, and then do it." Decide."

The crowd nodded.

"Now, the orphanage has successfully passed the initial stage." Roy took a deep breath, "According to the original plan, I should leave and go to Kerak to persuade Coral."

"I'm leaving tomorrow to wait for Aiden in Tritog, the capital of Redania," Lambert continued, "I will try to bring him back within a month."

"Brother Kayan and I went to the ruins of Etaiye, looking for the remaining blueprints of the cat pie, and collecting some mutants by the way to prepare for the future trials." Geralt said.

As for the affairs of the orphanage and Nuocheng, the remaining five demon hunters will be in charge.

"Guys, come back as soon as possible!" Escal and Lei Suo's rough and thick hands touched the shoulders of the four of them one by one, "Don't make the children wait too long."

"I'm afraid they will cry when they can't see their favorite teachers."

Chapter 8 The Calamity of Mount Sodden

Kerak, a pocket kingdom between Cidaris and Verdon.

In the middle of the night, the second-floor bedroom of the former royal magic advisor Rita Need's villa was lit up.

The flames of the fireplace and the moonlight outside the window shrouded two figures of a man and a woman.

Rita Needle put the goblet on the table, and the sound of the glass hitting the table caught the man's attention.

"What attracted the famous snake school demon hunter, the little villain Roy, to the humble house? This makes me curious." She turned her head, her red hair swayed, and a look of inquiry flashed across her pretty face.

"It's the first time you have asked to come to my place as a guest. Could it be that there is something of the utmost importance?"

"I haven't seen you for more than a month. I came to see you." Roy replied without changing his face, "Last time you mentioned that the work of the consultant was not going well. Has the trouble been solved?"

Dark golden pupils swept across the woman's cheeks.

Warm peach rouge softened the look of her pointed cheekbones, but couldn't completely hide them.The coral lipstick defined her lips so dreamily, even a little too perfectly.

And her red hair, natural and pure, slightly rusty, reminiscent of summer and fox fur.

Such red hair is usually accompanied by freckles, usually a lot of freckles.But there was nothing on Rita's face.

Smooth and flawless like jade, you can feel the temperature and elasticity.

There was a restlessness in Roy's heart, and a certain sign that had been suppressed and sleeping suddenly woke up.

"It's the first time I've seen you so attentive, it's really surprising, I can handle my work by myself. But the little villain..." Coral propped her chin with one hand, her nails painted with purple cardamom, and her delicate skin were shining brightly. Smiling, "You came here by night, must you have other ulterior motives?"

Her body was getting closer to the witcher, and a strong fragrance of roses rushed to her face.

Roy took a deep breath, his eyes involuntarily flicked across her face, her simple white dress without decorations.

Well, this dress.

The simple design allows him to admire her charming figure and pearl necklace around her neck without being disturbed.

The one he gave away last time.

The sorceress is also satisfied with the other party's performance.

This is her well-chosen outfit.

The witcher was dressed in black, she was in white.

Just in line with the mystical principle of intertwining black and white.

"Don't tell me?" Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the sorceress smiled and got up, "Then come with me first, and visit my laboratory."

"Then I'll see and see whether Warlock's experimental equipment is as professional as the legends say."

……

Rita Nieder's alchemy room is not far away. After walking along the corridor of the villa for half a minute, he pushed open a mahogany door and came to a dark and spacious room.

The room is filled with warm and intoxicating aromas that make people's noses tickle, and the storage shelves on all sides are stacked with bundles of herbs and plant roots.

Numerous glassware, pottery and porcelain bottles are neatly stacked on several exquisite and sturdy rectangular tables.

With a wave of her slender hand, Rita Needle snapped her fingers, and a charcoal fire was immediately lit in a strange cylindrical stove shaped like a bloated hourglass, and the faint fire provided light for the room.

Surrounding the stove are cobweb-like, glistening glass jars of varying sizes, curved into arcs and spirals.A wooden barrel was placed under one of the glass jars, and some kind of liquid was dripping into the barrel.

Roy looked at the stove, clicked his tongue,

"A genuine leaching furnace, connected to a still, equipped with rectification columns and condenser tubes, exquisite alchemy equipment. It's a pity that it is a bit old, has it been used for more than 50 years?"

"Have you seen newer equipment elsewhere?"

"Nuocheng, the alchemy room of the demon hunter, happens to have a better pair, you are welcome to visit anytime."

"Let's talk about it when I preside over the grass trial for that kitten."

Roy nodded, reached out to catch a drop of liquid dripping from the end of the pipe, and licked his fingers with a look of doubt on his face.

"Is there alcohol in here?"

"The distillate of the Mandrake... Maybe you have heard that women who study magic like to use the Mandrake to make a kind of 'charm ointment', and make themselves extra beautiful and charming by applying it." The sorceress He casually picked up a measuring cup, carefully scooped up the liquid from the bucket, handed it to the witcher, and looked at him with eyes full of water, "But it can also be taken internally, making people feel as happy as drinking alcohol. Have a drink?"

Roy hesitated.

"What's the matter, are you worried about me being poisoned?" Coral smiled mysteriously, "The mandrake has been dried and processed properly, and the distillate has also been filtered. The toxicity is completely removed, and there is absolutely no side effect. Do you believe me? "

The demon hunter was noncommittal. If he remembered correctly, mandrake is still a herb that breaks willpower and brings together lovers.

You let me drink this thing in the middle of the night, for what purpose?

Roy quickly took the measuring cup and took a sip. After the wine fermented in his mouth for a while, he drank it all in one gulp. An exhilarating warmth permeated his stomach, but rushed up his nose, and the corners of his eyes were not affected. A tear was shed in a controlled manner.

"Uh... this distillate is really strong... stronger than vodka with white seagulls."

Coral also drank a glass of mandrake filtrate, wiped off the wine stains from the corners of her mouth, and a charming blush appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

"Okay, little villain, I visited the laboratory and tasted the fine wine. If you don't tell the real purpose..." Coral breathed out the scent of datura grass at him, and the breeze blew a strand of red hair from her temples. On the face of the demon hunter, the slender fingertips pushed hard on the chest, and the purple-painted nails were about to poke into his flesh, "Today, don't even think about leaving!"

……

Two figures reeking of alcohol sat side by side by the French window next to the laboratory.

There is a huge telescope on a tripod by the window sill, through which, you can clearly see the ships in the port of Kerak in the night.

"Remember the warning I gave you when you were rowing last time?"

Roy looked through the hazy night, and the gorgeous domed buildings in the city of Kerac looked like giants standing still under the moonlight.

"Don't go to Suo Deng Mountain, life is in danger?" Coral was moved and funny, and her coral-colored lips crooked, "Little villain, I didn't expect you to worry about my safety even in your dreams."

"But dreams and reality are often opposite...you just care too much!"

"No, Coral, listen to my explanation. To be precise, it is not an illusory dream, but a strong intuition, a premonition obtained after the grass trial mutation." Roy turned his head and looked at her smooth and pretty face. Face with a serious expression, "The scene in the premonition highly overlaps with some scenes that have happened in the past and will even happen in the future... There have been many realistic examples to verify my intuition—"

"I found the long-lost blueprint of the school, escaped from fatal dangers again and again, contacted the demon hunters of the wolf faction and the cat faction, and reached a covenant with them."

The sorceress' eyes sparkled.

A month ago, she was the one who opened the portal to Blue Mountain for the Snake Sect, so she naturally knew that Roy had gone to Kaer Morhen.

But she didn't expect that the conservative and stubborn wolf school would be persuaded.

"Wolf faction has arrived in Novigrad?"

"The Brotherhood of Demon Hunters is waiting for your visit at any time."

The Witcher Brotherhood?

Rita Needle turned around in surprise.

And the witcher pretended not to see the exquisitely ornate, colorful angelfish tattoo on the hem of her skirt.

"I really can't imagine that an ordinary demon hunter has the talent of a prophet, and doesn't even need to use magic props to divination through astrology. You're a glib little villain."

Coral brushed her hair, still expressing doubts, "This intuition is an illusion that you form every time you succeed, and I have no reason to go to Sodden Mountain, let alone die there."

"Actually, the information in my mind is more specific... like the images and sounds instantly transmitted by a telescope." Roy retorted,

"How specific?"

"The reason why you went to Sodden Mountain was because of a brutal war," Roy looked into Rita Need's blue eyes, adding weight, "and you, because of the northern king's advisor and members of the Warlock Brotherhood identity and was forced to get involved.”

"Wait, a war broke out near Mount Sodden?" Rita Nieder lowered her head. As an advisor to King Veraxas of the Kerak Kingdom, she is very sensitive to politics, but she couldn't imagine that the one who was sent across the north Soden, where the Yaruga River is divided into upper and lower parts, what is the significance of such a war?

"Upper Soden is a vassal state of Sintra, and Lower Soden belongs to Temeria, so who started the war? And which country is the opponent?"

"Not to the north." Roy shook his head, "It was the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south that invaded the north."

Coral's delicate brows were furrowed even tighter, and then she narrowed her eyes, grabbing his arm as if she wanted to eat him, "Little villain, are you making fun of me?"

"Is the emperor in the south crazy and treats King Foltest as nothing? How dare he openly invade the behemoth in the north!" Coral analyzed, "I have also heard rumors that the Nilfgaardian army is in Amer Stationed at the foot of the mountain, I do have some thoughts about the countries in the north."

"As long as Nilfgaard's emperor is still a little sensible, he must first choose the kingdom of Sintra, which is closer and weaker, and is located by the sea, instead of ignoring Sintra, crossing the Yaruga River directly, and invading Temeri. Ya!"

"You guessed the coral..." Roy said blankly.

A gust of cold wind blew from the depths of the night, and Rita Nieder's thin white dress didn't do anything to keep out the cold. She shivered all over and got close to the witcher.

Share to a little temperature.

she whispered to herself,

"Niflgaard dared to attack Temeria, which means that before that, Sintra had been..."

Roy nodded, "Coral, believe it or not, the army of the Southern Empire is stronger than you can imagine. And the new emperor of the South, Emhyr Enress, the white flame flying over the enemy's grave, after years of fighting hard, the only goal is That is to expand the territory and conquer the whole world."

"If he doesn't completely occupy the north, he will never let it go!"

"One Sintra failed to cause too much trouble to Nilfgaard's northward march, let alone satisfy Emhyr's appetite."

……

"Niflgaard dares to invade Sintra, and its vassal states Verden and Brugge will never sit idly by!" Rita Nieder said, "As long as the three countries unite and can stop it for a period of time, the Northern Kingdom will definitely Support will be sent!"

"It's all a few small countries... There is no way to fight back in front of Nilfgaard." Roy shook his head,

"And the most powerful countries in the north: Vizmir II of Redania and Foltest of Temeria, are busy using tariffs and trade laws to restrain each other."

"The Demavi of Aedirn and the Henselt of Kaedwen never stop fighting."

"The coalition of Cowell and Powis' Tithers and Cangon's Hunfors is in jeopardy."

"They didn't even think about aiding Sintra, and they didn't realize how powerful Nilfgaard was."

Every word of the witcher is irrefutable.