God-level Demon Hunter

"I really don't have time to contact everyone, so..."

The witcher paused,

"Why can I kill him? Maybe there is something special about me."

"Boy, don't try to fool around..." Lambert put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, "Today you have to be honest, what's so special about it?"

"The people present are all my own people, so I will tell the truth. If I cut it into pieces, its soul will also be broken and disappeared...so the guy in the coffin becomes an empty shell." Roy was half serious and half serious Jokingly said, "Lambert, especially you, it's best not to offend me and irritate me in the future."

……

"Is this the reason?" The demon hunters were silent for a moment, and they remembered all the abnormalities that had happened to the Chief Prophet of the Brotherhood.

The blood of the ancients, predicting the future, rebirth after dying... They are a little numb, and if they add one that can kill high-level vampires, it is not unacceptable.

After all, it is undoubtedly a good thing for one's own people to become stronger.

They reluctantly accept this answer.

But looking at Roy with complicated eyes, curiosity, helplessness, envy...

No matter how much this guy conceals and humbles himself, he can't change the fact——

The two weaker members of the fraternity, Aiden and Lambert, have been left behind by the young junior.

While everyone was relieved, their chests were slightly sour and a little depressed.

As a member of the fraternity, they also need to improve and keep up with the collective pace.

Roy calmed down the anger, felt the hand pinching his arm go soft, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately changed the subject.

"The master came to Nuocheng this time. In addition to improving the grass potion, he also intends to study the corpse of this high-level vampire with everyone. Using ready-made 'materials', create a... um... to simulate certain characteristics of high-level vampires. decoction or potion."

"Aren't you interested?" He looked at Leto and Kayan.

"Little devil, don't change the subject in a hurry..." The bald man punched him in the chest, and said solemnly, "I'm letting you go today, but I will give you an ultimatum... Next time you are in danger, If you stay so silent and keep it from the guys... well, on behalf of all the fraternity members, I will expel you from your membership!"

"That's right...boy, when the time comes, go to Gerth Vader and Kaer Morhen to watch the gate!" Serrit patted him on the back of the head lightly,

A group of people complained one after another and stretched out their caring palms towards him, scuffing his hair into a chicken coop and ravaging his face until it turned red.

"Be your bum!"

"Pretend to be your prophet!"

"Swim in your cesspit!"

"Fooling other asses!"

Geralt rested his palm in front of his chin, and thought for a second with a straight face, "Sleep with your sorceress!"

"..."

"I'll give you a warning too!" Rita Ned grabbed him by the collar and suddenly pulled him in front of her, with his tall chest pressed tightly against his chest, nose to nose, and blue eyes staring at him. His strange-colored pupils and fiery red hair scratched his cheek mischievously, "Next time you try to seek death without telling me, it will be over between us!"

"I don't want you anymore!"

After speaking, her soft and fiery lips attacked.

"Um..."

"Ahem, you two, pay attention to the occasion."

"Cough, cough!"

A series of coughing sounds broke out.

But the sorceress was oblivious, and Roy couldn't break free.

This situation reminded Geralt of the unbearable past again, turned around, just in time to see a few small heads sneaking under the window sill.

"Little bastards, do you want to become a girl again?"

Only Kalkstein was unaffected in the whole scene. He rubbed the coffin, his face was full of light, and his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at the girl he loved.

"Master, I don't understand the improvement of green herbal potions, but I'm good at blending decoctions and potions..." The bald man and the scarred cat sent a demon hunter to his side, "I think we should focus on researching super powerful medicines." ability to regenerate."

"On the contrary, the ability to fly and blur is crucial to combat." Keyan retorted with a hoarse voice like a rasp.

"Why not combine the three? This body is perfect and there are enough materials. We can find the best ratio!" The alchemist leaned his head together and started a heated discussion with the two on the spot.

5 minute later.

Satisfied, the sorceress let go of the witcher, wiped his lips with her fingers,

"Wipe it off, little bastard, it's so rude, it stained my lipstick."

Grabbing a small round mirror and a lipstick from the void with her slender hands, she turned around and began to touch up her makeup, humming a song happily.

Roy wiped the coral lipstick on his mouth dully, and suddenly thought of the Colump Seal, it was time to teach her a lesson.

"Boy, do you realize your mistake?" Serrit raised his head towards him.

"I was wrong." Roy faced the crowd, the frivolity on his face gradually faded, replaced by solemnity and seriousness, the people in the hall stopped making noise, and he said sincerely, "Brothers, and Coral, I promise Next time there is danger, I must first notify my most solid backing!"

The crowd nodded.

"That's right, young man." Vesemir patted him on the shoulder. "Don't always try to be a hero alone. Maybe your intentions are good, but in fact, this is an evasive behavior."

"You have to bravely accept the possibility of imperfection..."

"Hmm..." You can't always keep your companions out of action just because you're afraid of casualties.

The old man paused, and a wrinkle appeared on his forehead, "By the way, have you seen that guy?"

At this moment, Geralt, Escal, and Lambert all looked over with nervous expressions.

"Sorry..." Roy shook his head regretfully, "When I arrived in Vizima, he had been away for two months and traveled abroad..."

The old man nodded, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"I'll look for him next time I have a chance, and I'll bring him back one day!" Roy suddenly reached out and waved his hand on the table, and a bulging linen bag appeared out of thin air, "There are other gains from this trip, Remember the Church of Virtue and the Lady of the Lake? I made a verbal agreement with them... now they are allies of the Brotherhood."

"You boy, you did such a big thing without making a sound..." Serrit picked up the linen bag and shook it, and when he heard the crisp and pleasant sound of coins colliding, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Dear treasurer," Lambert smiled flatteringly at him, "give me some wine money?!"

"Shut up, don't move a penny, you don't care about the account, how do you know that the money is hard-won, such a big school, the daily research expenditure, the basic necessities of everyone and students, where does the money come from? Do you think it is land? Will the pumpkins in it grow out of thin air?"

……

"Okay, today's meeting is over..." Lei Suo said, "Ms. Rita, you take the master to the laboratory first, and the other guys should go back and take care of those naughty bastards!"

The sorceress put her arms around Roy, whispered something in his ear, and led Kalkstein out of the conference hall with a smile.

The crowd dispersed quickly, laughing and laughing.

There were only three people left in the house.

"By the way, Oakes and Dandelion haven't come back yet?" Roy asked,

"As you can see, these two guys are still having fun in Toussaint." Geralt shook his head.

"Why didn't you see Cohen today?" Roy asked again.

Vesemir looked at the setting sun outside the house and shook his head, "Young man, you are easily trapped by love."

"There seems to be something wrong with the relationship between Cohen and Iggsena. I haven't come to the house for a few days."

"There are more topics among young people. When do you have time to comfort that elm head?"

"I'm not in a hurry...Anyway, there's still a year left," Geralt agreed, "Go and enlighten that guy first, and use your smartness to pick up girls!"

Chapter 28 The Dilemma of Love

In Geldorf district, on both sides of the cobblestone long street, there is a flood of pedestrians in front of the fruit, flower bouquet, and small commodity stalls... full of fireworks.

Fragments of golden sunlight spilled through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the banyan tree to the ground, outlining a mottled silhouette.

A beard around his chin, which vaguely covered a few acne scars, and a simple-faced witcher stared at the bulletin board under the tree in a daze.

His black hair was pulled back in a short ponytail.

His expression looked extremely bewildered.

"Kean, so you are here!" Amidst the warm greeting, a young man with heterochromatic irises walked out of the corner not far away.

His eyes turned to the empty bulletin board, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Dude, don't tell me you cleared all the commissions on this? Are you waiting for someone to post a notice?"

"I can't just stay at home and sleep with nothing to do?" Cohen said in a reasonable tone.

Roy shook his head.

Use entrustment to numb yourself and avoid problems?

"Why don't you go to the dance hall to enjoy Iggesena's wonderful performance?"

Cohen's expression darkened, and he remained silent.

"Okay, buddy, change the subject," Roy suddenly thought, "Tell me, what commissions have you made during this time?"

"Everything..." Ke En replied mechanically, "Looking for lost pets, looking for people, catching rape in bed, exorcising evil spirits, delivering goods to villages outside the city... probably did more than 20?"

"Okay, old-school witcher, you make a living dealing with commissions! But you're not a garbage collector, so why don't you refuse anyone?" Roy shook his head, "And life should be relaxed, come with me, take a day off .Take a good turn! Quint, drink, as you choose!"

"Roy, thank you for your kindness, but I want to stay here." Cohen shook his head stubbornly.

"Dude, you should look in the mirror," Roy looked up and down, unceremoniously tearing open his wound, "the sadness and lamentation on your face is like a poor abandoned worm!"

Cohen turned pale and clenched his fists.

"Staying here is just a waste of time, it's useless!" Roy paused, "If you still think of me as a companion who has gone through life and death together, you might as well tell me about your troubles."

"Maybe I can give you an idea?" Roy cleared his throat and said confidently, "You've seen how I get along with Coral, and I still have a little bit of experience on how to make my girlfriend submissive .”

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Roy seemed to have an auditory hallucination. There was a cold snort in the air next to his ear, and then his arm was aching, and a soft and cold little hand pinched the back of his hand.

The back of his neck felt cold and he shivered.

……

Next to the bulletin board, outside the Gorgon Tavern next to the noisy market, on a chair in the courtyard, two demon hunters sat facing each other.

"I, I just feel that I'm useless..." Cohen put his hands together on the table, lowered his head, frowning, "Ever since Ignatius entered the Nuocheng dance hall, she has completely fallen into it, addicted to poetry, Drama, music...every day, no matter whether I go to work in the dance hall or return home, I devote all my attention to it..."

"In the beginning, she often asked me some weird questions, what kind of rhetorical techniques did Dandelion's "Winter" use? What social phenomena did Mr. Tarantino's latest work "The House of Grief" satirize? Fran Why is Ken's "Good Night" called the crown of northern music?"

"But I'm a rough person..." Ke En shook his head, "Although I can read and write, the most I have been exposed to since I was a child are the key points of how to fight monsters, the knowledge of alchemy, and the "Guide to Chivalry", which I can recite back and forth. .”

he sighed,

"But elegant art is to me like mysterious ancient books!"

"I don't think I have that kind of talent, and I don't understand the greatness of art, and I have no interest in it."

Oakes is the opposite of you. Roy complained in his heart. He obviously has no talent, but he insists on writing a nonsense poem every day, hoping to win the noble lady by virtue of poetry.

"I tried my best to accept Iggesena's hobbies and study art... I longed for one day to be able to chat with her happily and communicate unimpeded. As a result, as these days passed, the more I learned, the worse I learned."

His eyes were filled with surprise and doubt, and he seemed extremely distressed, "Although I didn't understand music and drama at first, I could still listen to something new occasionally, but after a period of special training, my mind became a mess instead. , My brain hurts when I hear these so-called arts, and I feel a little sick to my stomach.”

"vomit……"

Cohen rubbed his cheek reproachfully.

"Igsena discusses with me enthusiastically the art and the performances in the dance hall every day when I come home, but I'm like a mute, unable to hold back a word of praise for a long time... I can feel that she is disappointed."

He suddenly looked at the blue sky and recalled the beautiful past,

"This is completely different from her previous state in the country. At that time, she would complain that her feet were swollen from stepping on pickled vegetables, and her palms got frostbite from washing clothes... Which ruffian in the village knocked on the door of the widow's house again. .I can comfort her and joke with her."

"But recently, my communication with her has become less and less. I am very worried that one day, we will have nothing to talk about..." The Griffin Demon Hunter's tone froze, and an expression appeared on his tough and steady face. A touch of panic, "She doesn't need me anymore."

Roy rubbed his chin, his eyes lit up strangely, as if he had re-acquainted with the last successor of the Griffin Sect.

Tangtang is a big man who is close to 50 years old, but he is so sentimental in love, worrying about gains and losses, and behaves like a silly woman.

"Cohen, forgive me for asking, how many relationships have you had before?"

"Um..." Cohen's face froze, and he pressed the edge of the table with his left hand, "Does this have something to do with our discussion?"

"It's important."

"Okay..." He bowed his head in silence for a moment, his back became a little stiff, he stretched out a finger shyly, and then touched the acne scar on his chin. "I'm not very good-looking, and I'm withdrawn, unsocial, boring, and uninteresting. I can't say anything nice."