God-level Demon Hunter

The noise and discussion in the meeting room stopped, and the door opened.

The demon hunters rushed out and quickly returned to their respective posts.

Forging, alchemy, classroom, farmland.

The five reserve demon hunter apprentices ran back to the training ground at some point, and started 2v2 wooden sword sparring in a decent manner.

Wipe the sweat from time to time, as if it has been going on for a long time.

Karl, who had completed the mutation, put his left hand behind his back like a teacher, pointing with a straight and delicate face.

However, he still couldn't escape the eagle-like gaze of the witcher mentor.

"Just squatting under the window sill to eavesdrop, isn't it comfortable? Do you like squatting?" Geralt walked over and gave them a stiff smile, "Now I will give you everything, all of them, climb up the stakes, three hundred per person Squat! Karl a thousand."

"Forgive me, Geralt..."

……

Cohen in the yard looked envious when he saw this warm and funny scene,

Seeing this, Roy smiled and said, "These kids are obedient most of the time, but they are too energetic and occasionally get naughty."

Ke En turned his head and glanced at the busy demon hunters and innocent faces in the blacksmith shop, alchemy room, vegetable garden, and classroom, with a dazed expression, "The Brotherhood of Demon Hunters really did it..."

"It's amazing to have so many apprentices."

"Only those five naughty bastards are real apprentices, and the others are just ordinary students... just learn some common characters and the skills to make a living in society," Roy deliberately invited, "If you are interested, occasionally work as a teacher How about? Teach them a lesson or two?"

There was a flash of emotion on Ke En's wooden cheeks. He thought of the teacher's dying instructions that the next successor sent by the Griffin might fall into Gawain's house.

But immediately, a deeper sadness welled up in my heart, "I'll talk about it later, Roy, let's go to the dance hall first?"

"When Iggsena settles down... I should fulfill Teacher Keerda's promise and lend you the Book of Shadows."

"I can't wish for it." Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart. He fought a bloody battle for the old Keldar. In the final analysis, the secret technique of the Griffin faction was also one of the main reasons.

"But I hope you don't spread the knowledge after you learn it." Cohen looked at him with a hint of pleading on his face.

Roy hesitated and nodded.

Given the old friendship between Vesemir and Keldar, neither of them could learn the secrets of the Griffin sect.

It took me only a few days to get such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I shouldn't expect more.

But he made up his mind, and slowly made Cohen change his mind in the future, and he was willing to contribute the secret method of the Griffin sect.

Most of the members of the Brotherhood are not of illegal origin and can only learn the double seal, probably only Geralt can master the "roar".

But at least let the brothers broaden their horizons.

……

The three left Gawain House quickly.

Walk through alder bushes and along well-manicured cobbled country roads.

Enter the city from the south gate of Novigrad.

In bright sunlight.

The long queue kept flowing, and the huge city gate seemed to be the mouth of a giant beast that kept swallowing its prey.

Cohen saw a series of extraordinary phenomena.

In other cities, whenever the guards saw a demon hunter with two swords on his back, they would come up and question him, and they didn't have a good face.

However, he was surprised to find that the guards of the Eternal Flame of Nordic City actually respected Roy beside him.

As if he was some kind of big shot, even with a few acne scars on his chin, his companion who was completely unfamiliar with him was also polite.

Just let go.

……

The spacious and tidy marble roads, and the endless stream of people occasionally cast a glance at the two tall witchers, but they were not full of contempt and contempt like in other cities.

Of course, there are also people who look bad.

But most were intellectually restrained, or benignly curious.

What puzzled Cohen was.

Some residents locked their eyes on the demon hunter, muttering inexplicable words such as "sewer butcher", "guardian of black and white", "human trafficker killer".

As if they were some famous person.

Roy also noticed Cohen's astonishment, but he didn't explain.

The journey of the witcher still has a long way to go.

When one day, the people of Nuocheng regard imitating the witcher as a fashion, that is the real success.

……

Nuocheng Dance Hall.

Although it was still in the morning, a third of the guests were already seated in the brightly lit lobby.

Roy glanced across the lobby on the first floor, and then to the VIP seats on the second floor, and he suddenly froze.

Wearing a long purple lace dress, the well-dressed sorceress was holding her chin with one hand, and with a perfect smile, she was paying attention to them.

However, Roy was keenly aware of a trace of deeply hidden resentment from her smile.

His heart skipped a beat, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Rita Needle hooked her fingers at him...

"Coral, no wonder I didn't see you at school, why did you come to the dance hall to watch a show today?" Roy sat down on the stool beside her, and sprinkled a little salt on the fresh and tender trout meat.

He wrapped his arms around her soft waist.

Sniffing the rich rose fragrance in her hair.

Introduced two companions.

And Cohen and Ignatius sat across from them, glanced at them, smiled tacitly at each other, and began to enjoy a sumptuous lunch.

By the way, I turned sideways to enjoy the performance on the stage-it happened to be a play about the witcher. The witcher took over the commission of the eternal flame and began to eradicate the human traffickers in Nordic City.

"What do you think is the reason?" Rita Nieder took an oyster from the dining table, picked up a slice of lemon with her slender index and middle fingers, squeezed some lemon juice on the oyster, and thoughtfully brought it to his mouth, smiling like a flower ,"ah--"

"Uh...slow down...uh..."

"Okay!" Cheers and applause suddenly erupted in the hall, and even Coen and Ignatius cheered up—the handsome and tall witcher was on the stage, using the beautiful dancing, or dancing Swordsmanship, defeat the insidious, wretched, and despised human traffickers!

"Slow down, my coral... I will do it myself, I have hands and feet! Hiss... you come, you come!"

"It's like this, little bald head." After forcing the witcher to stuff five oysters and three boiled eggs, the sorceress wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and gently pressed Roy's bald head with her right hand. , making him turn to face himself, "Recently I met a little sister from Arethusa..."

"I heard from her that someone not only rescued her from the clutches of the vicious mill couple, but also made a promise with her. To visit her."

"Someone seems to have ulterior motives."

Rita Nieder's eyes swept over his face, and the words "honestly confess" were written in the unique dimples on his cheeks and the crescent-shaped eye slits.

"Coral, don't call me a little bald head again... I guarantee that my hair will grow back in half a month at most!" Roy gritted his teeth, picked up a bowl of potato and beef soup, and took two big mouthfuls. Calm down.

"And the she you mentioned, are you referring to Toya from Edsberg? Just do me a favor, and no one with a sense of justice will sit idly by. But I forgot about it long ago. "

The sorceress was dissatisfied after hearing this, her purple nails slid gently across the witcher's arm, and her two fingers kept gesticulating on his muscular forearm, pinching and then loosening, her pupils shot a cold light, "She Now it’s Kaska... Two years have passed, and you still remember her original name, and where her home is. You always have her in your heart.”

The more he spoke, the more sour his tone became.

"She's a little girl, you mean--"

"Ahem... beautiful Ms. Rita, respected Master Roy... and these two new friends, welcome to the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall, my lord Dandelion, I am in charge of the dance hall." A magnetic and moving The voice sounded, and Dandrea came to the VIP seat in this corner with elegant dance steps, and bowed to several people with his chest stroked.

The bright magic lamp on the second floor illuminated his coquettish lavender lace jacket and the amazing heron feathers on his hat.

"These two are Coen from the Griffin School, and Ignacena from Povis." Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and took his hand out of the sorceress's arms, gratefully, and passionately with Dandelion Grip it.

Bumped shoulder.

The latter blinked his left eye at him covertly.

"Good afternoon, two new friends, how do you feel about this performance?"

"Great!" Cohen said sincerely, with a lingering sadness on his face, he subconsciously evaluated, "Although it is a bit too glorified for our group, and the level of swordsmanship of the actors is a little bit inferior, then The eyes are wearing colored contact lenses, they are not realistic enough, the movements—”

"Uh...uh..." Iggesena covered Cohen's mouth, a shy smile appeared on her delicate face, "He means perfection."

"We've never seen such an innovative play. Most of the city's plays and poetry performances, it's very rare not to stigmatize the witcher, let alone..."

"Cough, it is precisely because few people have walked this difficult path," Dandelion said proudly with his head held high, "As a poet with a conscience, I will justify my name as a witcher!"

"By the way, Dandelion, look at Iggsena. She just came to Novigrad and needs a stable job and a place to live." Roy tried not to look at the icy pretty face beside him.

"I don't think it's a problem. Now the dance hall business is booming. There are more than a dozen shows every day. Many actors are so tired that they go back to the dormitory and fall asleep." The great poet's gaze disappeared on the girl, "Igsai Ms. Na, she is very talented...very recognizable, with a little training, she can perform on stage!"

"Ah, you, are you sure?" The girl was overwhelmed, and finally let go of her hand. The relieved Ke En took a few breaths, staring at the happy girlfriend with extremely complicated eyes. "I can't read, I can't even read my lines."

"Your Excellency Tarantino, the most famous performer in Redania, was born as a farmer."

"This career does not distinguish between high and low, as long as you are talented and work hard enough."

"I'll take the two of you to the office below to find that blond beauty, my Priscilla..." Dandelion said sharply, "She will arrange a job and a place to live. But at the beginning Not many, just the average level of Nuocheng, the residence is simple, in a poor area, I hope you two can understand!"

"Thank you!" Iggesena clasped her hands tightly in front of her lower abdomen, curtsying to him in ecstasy.

Then he turned around and saluted Roy,

"Okay..." Dandelion nodded, "Master Roy, I have something to tell you in advance."

The great poet touched his delicate mustache shaped with wax, his eyes sparkled and his face was full of spirits,

"An invitation from Anna Henrietta, Duchess of Toussaint, enlightened lady, to my lord, to come and perform in her country at Harvest Festival."

"It's a great honor," Dandelion said in a proud tone, "No poet can refuse this kind of invitation... There is still half a month before Harvest Festival on August [-]st... I plan to leave in these two days Set off!"

"For the dance hall, I have to be absent for at least a month. In addition, I also hope that Master Oaks, who also loves poetry, can go with him and take care of each other on the road."

Roy was stunned for a moment. He remembered that Dandelion was going to perform in Toussaint just as Duchess Henrietta's husband was going to Sintra for a meeting.

Then... the great poet, relying on his pretty face and his ability to "spark a lotus tongue", put a shiny green hat on the majestic duke.

"Just ask Oakes."

"He asked me to ask you, as if he was worried about your plans."

"Well, it's only a month, um, Oakes will set off with you." Roy said slightly moved, then carefully looked at the poet's handsome face, and patted him on the shoulder under the inexplicable eyes of the other party, "Master Dan , I remember you said before that you are not suitable for monogamy, but it should be changed now? You have to remember that Priscilla is still waiting for you in Nuocheng. "

"It's best not to feel sorry for her."

"I've changed my mind a long time ago!" Dandelion's eyes flickered, and he glanced under the fence, "Now all my love is written in love poems and given to Priscilla! She has received all my love, and there is nothing left .Yes, it is like that."

"Humph!"

The sorceress beside Roy snorted disdainfully and questioningly.

"I'm thinking about your personal safety, Dandelion, remember your promise."

……

After enjoying the lunch, the great poet led Cohn and Iggsena downstairs.

Rita Nied tested Roy's attitude hard and softly, whether he still misses that little sister.

After a long while, I gave him a bad look, stretched out my hand reluctantly, and took out a letter from the void.

"This is a love letter from your little girlfriend, Casca, please enjoy it slowly..."

After speaking, he turned around, pointed his smooth back at the witcher, and pretended to use a fork to deal with the salmon on the table.

Roy held the letter in silence for a while, but did not rush to open it.

"How is Casca? Is she feeling better?"

"She has been transformed by magic and her deformity has been cured. She is undoubtedly a little beauty."

"She's getting used to Arethusa, is she happy?"

"She has made three friends, and she is happier than before anyway... Except that she misses you all the time. You don't care about her, and you hurt a little beauty's heart, understand?" There was a strong sourness in the female sorcerer's tone,

Roy nodded, handed the letter back to her decisively, and said softly and frankly in Rita Nieder's surprised eyes, "My coral, I just treat her as an ordinary little sister, nothing else Meaning, since I know she is fine, there is no need to read the letter."

Rita Nied was stunned for a second, then turned from anger to joy, her azure eyes stared at his pupils intertwined with dark gold and silver gray, pear dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she smiled very warmly,