God-level Demon Hunter

The spirits turned around and looked at Ke En at the same time, with the approval and encouragement of the elders in their eyes.

And the latter raised his chest and raised his head in an instant!

It looks like a soldier being inspected by a general!

A group of spirits went from room to room talking and laughing loudly!

Keerda's expression gradually became dazed.

He seems to have returned to the golden age of witchers more than 100 years ago.

Every winter, the brothers of the Griffin faction gather together, around the bonfire in the hall, share their wonderful adventure stories, compete with each other, sing heartily, and get drunk!

He faintly saw the magnificent castle towering in the past.

He was so light that he was about to fly.

"Everyone, come in and sit down, I will prepare the best stew for you."

……

"Man, it's a pity that we don't have time to enjoy the old taste of 100 years ago," a tall witcher with a delicate mustache on his upper lip put his arms around Kelda's shoulders and said with a smile, "We Let's go now!"

More than 60 spirit bodies, like an interlocking iron chain, put their hands on the shoulders of their companions one by one, raised their eyes, and looked at the misty Dragon Mountain Range.

Old Kyle looked around at the slowly fading faces, choked up silently.

Then I don't know who it was, and sang a song.

"When you fall to the ground bleeding

We don't care about money and fame"

Immediately afterwards, a group of "old griffins" sang loudly in their dilapidated lair.

The cries of the griffins echoed in the snow, echoing the sound of the tide hitting the rocks under the cliff.

It filled the kel sirens, leaped over the humble roofs, and finally flew into the vast sky above the cliffs.

"Because brotherhood, and the creed of the griffin

For brotherhood, and the creed of the griffin

It is the driving force for us to move forward! "

"puff--"

More than 60 light blue spirit bodies shattered like bubbles, and the blue fragments disappeared with the wind.

Old Kelda sat under the snow-covered city wall, slapped his knees, and continued humming...

"Because of the brotherhood, and the principles we uphold—"

"More precious than life!"

There was a pause in the singing.

"Come here, Cohen!"

He suddenly beckoned to the students, and Cohen walked over, staring at the teacher's reappearing corpse spots, rotten and abscessed cheeks, tears welled up in his eyes,

"Why cry, silly boy!"

"Hold things steady!"

Roy came up quietly and returned the "Book of Shadows".

Old Keerda's bloody hand tightly grasped Cohen's hand until blood oozed out of the skin before handing the "Book of Shadows" into his palm.

Tears of blood slid down Kelda's bony cheeks, with reluctance, worry, and relief in his eyes...

"Korn, I must find a student in the future to pass on the spirit of the griffin... Also, be smart and don't be an answering person anymore, understand? Answer me louder!"

"Okay, teacher!"

Cohen hugged his withered hand bones with several flesh and blood hanging from them, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Old Kelda looked at the courtyard of the Kel Siren with his remaining right eye.

His gaze spanned time and space, and he saw a tall and straight witcher with mohawk black hair and a goshawk tattoo on the back of his head.

The man tightly held a thin boy with gray brown hair, walking on the dark, rugged, and long narrow road.

Hard way.

He felt a strange gaze, and suddenly looked back.

For a moment, their eyes met.

The man smiled and nodded at him.

……

The eyes and the setting sun illuminated a bloody skeleton under the city wall.

Kelda smiled on her back, stretched out her hand towards the man,

"teacher……"

The bony arms stretched out to the unreachable time and space.

But his movements stopped abruptly, and his smile froze.

His rotting body, like a stone sculpture that has been weathered for thousands of years, began to crack, collapse, and turn into gray powder from the outstretched fingertips, flying into the air.

Cohen hugged in vain, but only hugged the sand in his arms.

"teacher--"

Heart-piercing cries and sighs echoed from the lonely Kyle Siren.

Enduring.

Chapter 13 Casca's Message

At dusk, the colorful sunset glows beautifully in the western sky.

Novigrad Geldorf District, a luxurious room with white velvet quilts and dreamy purple gauze curtains, an astonishingly large wardrobe, a dressing table, and a dressing table densely packed with bottles and jars cosmetics.

Rita Nieder, who was wearing a tight-fitting white nightgown, carefully applied mascara evenly to her eyes, and then slowly applied a layer of delicate purple nail polish to her fingernails, gathering the flame-like nails on her shoulders. Only then did she stand up, and gently stroke the prismatic crystal on the iron shelf in the center of the room with her palm.

The dimly lit room was suddenly extremely bright, and the brilliant magical aura danced over the crystal, forming a light curtain.

A blurry shadow appeared on the light curtain, and the figure flickered with a faint light. The projection was obviously not yet completely stable, but soon, it became clear.

The woman in the projection looks very young, tall, with blond hair, wearing a green dress with a low cut neckline, her facial features are bright and charming, and her skin is as creamy as cream. Fairy Fu is comparable.

"Ms. Coral," Margarita Klaus Antille smiled at the woman opposite the telescope, "What brought you here, why did you think of contacting this good sister whom you haven't seen for a year?"

"You still have time?" she grumbled playfully. "Has the new king of Kerak already bowed to your apron?"

"Ms. Rita..." On the other side of the binoculars, the equally breathtakingly beautiful Rita Nied shook her head, with the joy of reunion with her best friend shining on her face, "Don't you know, that is already in the past tense?"

"I'm too lazy to be a doormat in that country the size of a sesame seed... just let that jealous queen and his king indulge in fairy tales!"

"I changed jobs, and it's been half a year!"

"Oh..." Margarita supported her chin with her slender and well-fitting snow-white right hand, and asked in an exceptionally pleasant and melodious voice, "Ms. Coral, what job can make you give up your privileged status as a royal advisor?"

"Let me guess, you plan to take your ambition a step further, go to Vizima to accompany Miss Merigold and Miss Keira, and serve Foltest?" She paused, her brown eyes flashing with expectation, "Or are you going to return to Arethusa to continue teaching?"

Rita Nieder stood up suddenly, although she showed Anka on her neck in a low-key way, she smiled slightly, "Neither of them! I'm a free warlock now, and I work for myself!"

"What?! Did I hear you right, Ms. Coral?" A look of surprise flashed in Margarita's eyes, "You work for yourself and pay yourself wages for taking risks?"

"Have you checked your gem bag? Are there enough gems and gold coins in it?"

"Won't you be flustered and short of breath when they shrink rapidly?"

"When you haggle over the price of a new jewelry, new clothes, cosmetics, you won't regret it?"

"According to me..." Arethusa's dean suggested logically, "You might as well come back and work with me to cultivate successors of magic together."

"I have saved savings for five years," Rita Nieder raised her chin slightly, looking very confident, "It can support at least two years of research."

"And when I contact you this time, I mainly want to say hello to the beautiful Dean Arethusa... In the next two years, I will conduct secret research in retreat..." Rita Nied raised her head Voice, "During this period, I will cut off all contact with the outside world, including telescopes and remote projections, which means that I will be continuously absent from the Warlock Summit...well... at least until 1264."

"Two years, it's like a blink of an eye for us. Don't miss me."

"Your research?" Margarita's pretty face showed disappointment, and she stretched herself in the wooden chair, "You mean the research on the mutation of the witcher? My dear, you should seriously consider it..."

"This is a dead end. Demon hunters will become extinct sooner or later. This 'commodity' has no market prospects. Your efforts are destined to be in vain. You can only waste a lot of time and money."

"We can't just focus on immediate interests when we do research. To be precise, my research this time is purely out of interest..." Rita Nieder stared out the window with a gentle and sweet smile on her glamorous face.

"Oh, this kind of look..." Margarita suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, the flowers trembled wildly, and a touch of powder swayed violently, she moved her delicate nose, "I smell the sour smell of love, Li Ta Ned, you exude the breath of spring!"

"You have a boyfriend who is a witcher? So now you are serving him and studying mutations?" She couldn't wait to get in front of the telescope and urged, "Be honest! I guess, he has already given up on you and is fascinated by you reverse?"

Rita Needle said nothing, just smiled, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Come on, Coral! Don't be shy... It's never a mistake to seek happiness!"

"Although your choice is quite unique...well...a mutant with beast pupils," Margarita blinked mischievously, "but as long as the horsepower is strong enough to satisfy us and make us happy, the witcher will be happy again." how?"

She finally nodded her head, and said in a gentle tone, "We do research together during the day, and we have a tacit understanding like left and right hands, maintaining a superficial calmness and restraint—"

"But at night, he will completely succumb to my charm, and he knows everything about me..."

……

"Little villain, after so many days, I haven't gained your trust yet? At the end of the Green Grass Trial, why did you shine on your body? Be honest, that is definitely not a magical aura."

"My coral, you may consider this a gift."

"Can't you be more specific? A gift from the goddess of fate, or a gift from blood."

"Actually, it's hard to describe, and I can't explain it clearly with my poor language. Maybe the time has come, and I know how to explain it. I'll let you know right away! If you're really in a hurry, why don't you give me a mind reading technique?"

"But I can't read your mind! That's the next problem to solve!"

……

Rita Nieder pouted, pulled away from the memory, and continued, "He admires my femininity, and I'm a little afraid of him. His energy is too strong for his age."

"Like a tireless lion, again and again, endlessly!"

"After finally falling asleep, he would sleep in my arms, as if he was looking for a substitute for love."

"He," repeated the sorceress, "is completely under my charm, and will do what I ask of him. He will obey me, yes, that's it."

……

"Little villain, come back under the quilt, damn it, it's not dawn yet!"

"I've made a plan with my brothers. I have to go to the shores of Povis and find the Kyle Siren."

"I don't want you to leave. You have to make it up to me to end the Trial of Green Grass!"

"But I've made a promise, and I can't break it."

"Would you rather run thousands of miles away to the seaside where people are freezing to death, and persuade a bad old man who is hundreds of years old, than accompany your poor and lonely girlfriend? Go back to the bed and lie down. Immediately, immediately!"

"Or, you are so quick to like the new and dislike the old, and you don't love me anymore?!"

"I love you, my coral, so I will make you breakfast, oysters, eggs, and fresh crabs, how about getting up and having breakfast with me?"

"...Go to Povis!"

……

"It's so happy that it's enviable." Margarita saw the burning love in her friend's eyes, her heart was slightly sour, and she was happy for her.

"Well then, for the next two years, you don't have to worry about the affairs of the fraternity and the school. You just need to enjoy the private experiment with your little lover." Margarita nodded, "I will inform Tie Principal Saya and the Warlock Brotherhood."

"Thank you so much." Rita Nieder breathed a sigh of relief, and finally she was able to justifiably escape the call of Soden Mountain.

"So, where is your laboratory?"

"It's a secret."

"Tsk tsk, even the love nest is built," Margarita said. "The next step is to prepare for the wedding?"

"uh-huh……"

"Then I'll prepare a gift for you in advance?"