God-level Demon Hunter

"Then focus on it and don't worry about other guilt!"

Kaiyan closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief and held the skeleton in his arms.

"You're right, let's move on..."

"Let the unresolved guilt be thrown to fate!"

"I'm sorry for the dead, but I shouldn't let down the living, otherwise I will only regret more regrets!" Kaiyan shook his head, a trace of determination flashed across his scarlet pupils,

"Let's go, Geralt, it's time to go to the next stop. Go to the deserted Drahi Castle and find the last steel sword blueprint. By the way, see if Prince Adrian is still there."

……

In another place, outside the city gate of Oxenfurt, an old man wearing a tall black hat, riding on a gray gelding, with two swords on his back, turned towards a woman wearing a black silk dress and a veil, still charming Drop a kiss.

Under her reluctant eyes, the old man rode his horse and left the academic city where he had stayed for a month. The wind blew away the cloth of the saddle bag, revealing a corner of the armor and weapon.

He was radiant and galloped towards Novigrad!

No.17 Plenary Session

The orange sun hangs in the sky.

The orphans of Gawain House finished their daily morning training. Thirteen boys with slightly sweaty foreheads and healthy flushed faces, and seven chattering little girls holding hands filled the two rectangular tables in the yard.

In the face of food, the hungry children broke out amazing fighting power. They buried their heads in their respective dinner plates and launched an "endless" attack on fish, eggs and bread.

It seems that there are dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder on the plate, which is a delicious delicacy.

"Pfft..." A piece of fish was devoured and fell to the ground.

Arkham Tom stooped down to pick up the food like lightning, and at the same time gave a stern warning look to the two ready to move companions,

"Hmph! Monty, Carl, don't be like a hyena staring at the lion's trophies all the time. Isn't there a bargain every time the rogue steals it! You don't even bother to walk these few steps?"

"Be careful if the teacher finds out that you will cripple your legs!"

"Who told you to be a funnel mouth? If you don't eat yours, who else will eat it! Next time, wrap your mouth tighter?" Carl licked the mirror-smooth dinner plate, and touched his pumpkin-like bulging belly.

Then the three boys sitting side by side glanced at the girl at the next table at the same time, with bright smiles like three congenital mentally handicapped.

Every time after training, after breakfast, admiring the girl's eating posture has become a regular recreational activity for boys.

Compared with the cubs who are feasting, girls are much more delicate when eating, taking small bites, chewing slowly...it is pleasing to the eye.

They showed a few front teeth from time to time, and their small faces were tense and stretched, and the sparse freckles dotted on both sides of their noses seemed to be dancing.

Carl shook his head regretfully.

Most of the children in the orphanage came from ordinary families, and few were outstanding, with freckles, wide chins, and large foreheads everywhere.

Among the seven girls, only Vicky has exquisite facial features like a person in a painting. After more than a month of adequate food and nursing in the orphanage, her skin and blond hair are no longer dry like straw, but become smooth as silk, exuding a moving luster.

Carl and the boys in the yard liked to sneak glances at her when they were free.

At this time, the little girl felt a strange attention, turned her head and found more than a dozen pairs of furtive eyes, and suddenly two red clouds floated on her face, and her head almost fell into the table.

"Reserved and beautiful..." Monty sighed and murmured, "She's the best girl I've ever seen."

"Hmph, the most beautiful woman will only marry the strongest swordsman, after I pass the trial of green grass." Karl licked the bare dinner plate again, and smiled provocatively at his two companions, "You two are the same A short man with a thin bamboo pole, reluctant to be my flower girl."

"Boom!"

"Ouch, who?!" Carl turned around angrily, seeing a pair of gray-green pupils and a face as cold as ice, he immediately lowered his head dying like a puppy being held by the back of his neck.

"teacher……"

Owl gave his disciple a cold look, "This morning's training volume is far from up to standard, and I have the energy to discuss girls... There is still a quarter of an hour before class, go squat on the plum blossom pile, two sets of pendulums!"

"immediately!"

"Teacher... what about them?" Karl glanced at the two companions who were as cold as cicadas, trying to drag them into the water.

"They have to slow down, don't hurry up!" The vulture kicked him on the buttocks.

Carl showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and he was unwilling to leave, and he turned around and ran to the stake area.

After the vulture nodded and left, Monty and Arkham Torm immediately covered their stomachs and snickered.

"Karl was wrong. The most beautiful woman must marry the smartest man!" Monty muttered, his eyes widened suddenly.

"What's wrong with you." Arkham Tom touched his friend's forehead with concern.

"it's beautiful?"

"What's so beautiful?"

"Prettier than Vicky!" Monty racked his brains to think of a compliment, "Lips are like... like little morning glory in bloom."

All eyes were drawn to the past.

At the entrance of the orphanage, under the brass-colored plaque, a beautiful woman quietly appeared, with a white dress covering her curvaceous figure, her hair trembling like flames on her shoulders.

The wheat-colored skin seemed to be shining.

As beautiful as a goddess, it is suffocating.

And beside her, there was Mr. Roy, who had been with the children for a week.

She held his hand like a gentle wife.

The intimate gesture of the two made the orphans dumbfounded, and they could stuff an egg into their mouths when they grew up.

"Rare guest, rare guest! Ms. Rita Needle, welcome to Gawain's House!" Several demon hunters guarding the yard immediately came out to welcome them.

Oakes stuck out his tongue at the sorceress, made a grimace, and stretched out his arms for a hug, but Rita Needle just stood there, watching with cold eyes.

He wasn't embarrassed either. He shrugged and retracted his hands, winked at Roy immediately, and gave a thumbs up.

The bald man swept his eyes between the arms of the two, sighed, took a deep breath, and shook hands with the sorceress.

"Ms. Rita, let's go into the room to talk, and introduce you to some new friends!" Serrit nodded at her, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"Then we have to wait," Rita Niede smiled brightly and stroked her hair. "There are still a few people behind."

"Who are you referring to?" Vulture and Escal greeted him.

"Boys, do you miss me?!" A heroic and vicissitudes of life shouted from the alder bushes. Wearing a black tall hat and holding a gray horse with a bulging saddle bag, Vesemir walked in. Gawain House.

Lambert and a stern-faced man with short black hair and a scarred chin were talking as they walked out of the alder forest.

The man wore a cat pie pendant around his neck.

Geralt and Kayan walked slowly at the end.

"Wow... What a good day today, everyone is here!" Oaks opened his mouth wide, his face excited, "Come in, guys, let's have a good chat in the conference room!"

……

The leftmost building of the orphanage is a simple meeting room. The warm sunlight shines through the windows, illuminating the twelve faces surrounding the round table.

"Brothers, the honorable lady who appears in front of you is the royal advisor from Kerak, Ms. Rita Need..." Oakes bowed exaggeratedly and led his hand to the only graceful woman present, as if a greeting The servants of the guests.

Rita Nieder nodded to everyone and corrected,

"To be precise, it is the former royal advisor. I have accepted Roy's invitation to come here and cooperate with the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters to jointly research and improve the mutation formula."

"Dude, I didn't lie to you, I told them they have an affair, it's [-]% sure!" Lambert whispered to Aiden beside him, and raised his chin as if to show off, and the latter was speechless.

He didn't expect that there are still warlocks willing to cooperate with demon hunters today.

The red-brown eyes couldn't help looking at the young man present.

Being able to win over a warlock, this guy is really different from other demon hunters.

The old man looked appreciative.

As for those who have joined the Brotherhood, the Wolf School, the Snake School, and the Cat School couldn't help but feel excited.

Recently, they opened an orphanage and recruited [-] children. Everything went according to plan and in an orderly manner.

And the joining of the spellcaster is even more of a shot in the arm!

"Ms. Rita Needle, thank you very much for condescending to come..."

"Who told this little villain to be here?" Coral shook her head and chuckled, and then generously took Roy's arm. In front of everyone, she made no secret of her intimacy.

Several big men present gave each other a tacit look.

Geralt was in a trance, the same way Ye once showed affection to him.

Unexpectedly, this time I became a bystander.

"Ahem, in short, from now on, we are all brothers and friends, we must abide by the rules and regulations of the brotherhood, respect each other, and take care of each other!"

……

"It's my turn, look this way, this is Aiden from the cat school, the best friend I mentioned!" Lambert and Aiden stood up at the same time,

"Aiden, they're from the fraternity..."

"Dude, do you remember me?" The vulture's gray-green eyes shined on him,

"I can't forget, I met you decades ago, Your Excellency Fliers." Aiden nodded with a trace of respect on his face, and his eyes suddenly shifted to the cat vulture, the ferocious Kayan,

"I was injured a little bit, a little bit seriously. A witcher is normal..." Kayan shrugged indifferently, and asked, "Do Jorel and Gaitan know each other?"

Aiden pondered for a moment, "Joel is my teacher...but I haven't met him for more than ten years."

"You know, the cat faction's buddies are wandering around in a caravan, without a fixed place, and the hiding place for the apprentice's trial is always changing. Whether you can bump into it depends on luck."

Vulture nodded, "There were too many lunatics in the school before, so it doesn't matter if you don't contact them. As a rational school, you shouldn't hang out with them! Would you like to join a brand new fraternity? Fight side by side with us."

"I promise, the atmosphere at the fraternity feels like home."

Aiden fell into silence, his eyes slowly sweeping across the crowd present.

And Lambert interjected, "Everyone, give him some time, after he finishes inspecting the environment of the Brotherhood, he will naturally make a decision."

"Then for the next period of time, I will be with you!" Lei Suo said.

Lambert nodded, then looked at Vesemir with a hippie smile and joked,

"Old man, Oxenfurt's life is quite nourishing, and he has lost a few white hairs on his head."

"But you have enjoyed a month of tenderness in the manor of the Countess of Minole, and you are still willing to leave?!"

"So what, you brat, if you have the ability, bring a decent woman back to see me!" Vesemir glanced slowly across the crowd, and said loudly, "And I didn't come home empty-handed this time...in the saddle bag Several school weapons and armor."

"It's all given by Minole for my sake - a complete set of equipment for the Snake Pie, and a few pieces for the Bear Pie. Let's figure it out later."

"Vesemir, is the Countess not short of money?" Lambert rubbed his index and middle fingers towards the old man, "Can you..."

"Greedy little bastards! Do you really think I'm a softie?" Vesemir shook his head, "It would be nice to give you weapons and equipment, and solve the money problem yourself!"

"Having said that, establishing and developing an organization is not an easy task. It involves all aspects. The water here is too deep. I'm afraid you can't grasp it with just a few young guys. The organization also needs an experienced The old seniors of the army, come to help the staff and check for you. Like me!"

Smiles bloomed on everyone's faces,

"Welcome to the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, Vesemir!" Eskar said with a smile, "I'll give you the rules and regulations later, and by the way, arrange a job!"

……

"Everyone, my trip with Kayan went well." It was Geralt's turn to report on the work. "The blueprints for the steel and silver swords of the cat pie are here. The blueprints of the cat pie are all complete."

After leaving the elf ruins of Etaiye, they entered the Drahi Fortress not far away, and found the bones of Prince Adrian on a spacious and dilapidated balcony-he was killed by Orson for the massacre against Kayan that year. Ashamed of the cruel order of the Forte archaeological team, he hanged himself in his later years.

The sea cat dynasty has never been seen since then.

Next to his remains was the blueprint for the last cat-pie steel sword, which also marked the end of the tragedy of the Oxenfurt archaeological team.

From then on, Kayan took all the guilt into his heart.

……

According to statistics, the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters has collected a full set of blueprints for the Wolf faction and the Cat faction, as well as the dual swords of the Snake faction, and the blueprints for the armor, greaves, and steel sword of the Wyvern.

Among the lost blueprints of the six schools, they can already account for half of the proportion.

"So, we urgently need a master blacksmith with great skills, who can use the blueprints to study new alloys, combine the advantages of suits from various schools, and forge the best weapons and equipment." Roy paused and told Viser frankly Mir reports Berengar's whereabouts.Looking forward, the old man might be able to think of a way to convince that wolf traitor.

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a moment. Wrinkles appeared on his cheeks that had experienced many vicissitudes. He shook his head, "Leaving Kaer Morhen is Berengar's own choice, and I can't change it."

"From what I know of him, he can't join a fraternity unless someone puts a knife on his neck!"

"Then don't rush to find a blacksmith." Serrit said, "We don't lack weapons and armor. What's more, Vesemir brought some back this time, enough to arm most of the members."