God-level Demon Hunter

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"It sounds unbelievable, but today we are no longer 'vagrants' who have no fixed place to live. We have settled down in Nordic City...with a store that can make money, and a shelter from the wind and rain."

"In terms of the level of luxury and decency of daily life, it is naturally far inferior to the royal family of Sintra, but it is not inferior to any ordinary family." Roy took over his words, "It is better for Ciri to leave us than to stay here. Much happier in a dark castle!"

"Now is not an occasion for joking." Calanthe glanced suspiciously at the two demon hunters.

Geralt had always given her the impression that he was a stubborn old school, honestly accepting commissions, being driven by others, risking his life to eradicate monsters for humans, and bearing a disgusting reputation.

If he could change, he would have changed in the past seven or eighty years, so why wait until now?

"The times are changing at a rapid pace... Everyone is deeply affected by it, either actively or passively."

"This doesn't sound like what you said..." A kind and gentle voice sounded, and the druid sitting next to East had clear eyes, "Geralt, we've known each other for decades... since the martial arts competition Since you were rescued at the meeting, you have acted more stubborn than a cow. Even if the resin turns into amber, and diamonds are born in the volcano, you will not change."

Geralt looked at him and said sincerely, "I admit that I used to be like that. But that was because there was not enough pressure from the outside. I drifted with the flow and let fate fiddle with it. Like an aimless passer-by .”

"But I can't help being so lazy now." He stopped short, "If you doubt the truth of my words, you can send people to Novigrad to investigate at any time. In short, Ciri will follow us and promise not to suffer from cold or hunger , as for whether she wants to accept the commission like a witcher, it depends on her own wishes."

"Even if you ignore the bad reputation of the demon hunter and the dangerous situation." Calanthe clasped her slender fingers in front of her belly, "Siri can't go with you. I have learned about the birth principle of the demon hunter... you guys Let the children take terrible decoctions and conduct inhumane mutation experiments."

"Let them be tortured and survive for a long time. Half of the ten died, and two became monsters or disabled due to abnormal mutations...the remaining three transformed into real demon hunters... ..."

"Where did you hear that?" Roy asked, when did the secret experiment of the witcher become a household name?

"My learned advisor, Mossack, once told me about it."

Druid nodded, "I only know the general idea."

"This is no longer training!"

King East suddenly put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and looked at the witcher with a cold face, "If you plan to do this to my little Ciri, please leave immediately and bring a generous reward."

"Cintra, villains and perverts who torment children are not welcome!"

"It's even more impossible for people to touch our relatives!"

Geralt turned around abruptly, throwing Roy a grateful look, admiring his foresight.

"Your Majesty is overthinking. We have never made such a plan to subject Ciri to these inhuman tortures."

"Lie!" Calanthe stared into the eyes of the two, but she only saw calmness and calmness.

"There's no need for Ciri to become a demon hunter..." Roy said truthfully, "Even if she wants to, she has a strong desire to do so. Then we will first improve the mutation process to make it safe and harmless. Make sure she survives unharmed." past."

"In fact, we are already improving the grass trial..."

"Since we didn't force Ciri to undergo the Green Grass Trial and transform her into a witcher." Calanthe was a little confused, "Then Geralt, Roy, why did you have to take her away?"

"Just because of that inexplicable accident? Do you insist on keeping Ciri by your side?"

"She's having a bad time in Sintra?"

The king, queen, and druid all looked at the two demon hunters.

And Roy and Geralt exchanged glances.

"We did this only for Ciri's safety."

Calanthe seemed to have heard some joke, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You cast a spell on me? I have auditory hallucinations?"

"What gave you confidence—the princess of Cintra is safer with the two than staying in the heavily guarded palace?"

Roy glanced calmly across the faces of the king and queen.

"Where does the danger come from, the two majesties should know well..."

"What do you mean, demon hunter, don't test my patience, play charades with me!"

"The danger comes from Mount Amer..."

The witcher's words had just come out of his mouth.

East and Calanthe's expressions changed at the same time.

"From the army of Nilfgaard."

Chapter 35 Crisis

"Is the sun out in the west? Since when did witchers care about politics?"

"Our concern is for people who are affected by politics and are at risk, Ciri." Geralt said bluntly.

"Thank you for coming to Sintra from far away to send greetings to my little granddaughter..." Calanthe bit his lip and tightened the blue sash on his shoulders, speaking as calmly as possible, " But your worries are unnecessary."

"Sintra has the most powerful king," she took the hand of the islander husband, and smiled at him, "the iron-blooded and determined royal family, the most valiant soldiers!"

"Niflgaard dares to invade, and they will be hit head-on. They will be defeated by the warriors of Cintra, and they will go back to the far south in desperation!"

"Your Majesty the Queen..." Geralt said blankly, "You don't have to hide your inner worries... We don't want to make fun of you, or add insult to injury. Demon hunters also hate the unjust wars waged by Nilfgaard !"

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Calanthe said sarcastically, as if his nerves were being touched, "War means a large number of corpses, which will breed more monsters, which means that demon hunters will get countless job opportunities!"

"Your Majesty, I have explained... We are no longer simply living on entrustment!" Roy retorted calmly, "Nuocheng's industry is far more profitable and safer than entrustment."

"To us, consignment is now more like a hobby. It is a condiment in the dinner. It doesn't need too much, just in moderation."

"Then..." East gave his wife a calm look, making her pause temporarily, "I want to hear the opinions of the two masters, what is the dangerous way of Cintra now?"

Geralt said, "The current situation is really not good for the two majesties. I also saw those envoys in the duel field. I lived longer than most people, and I still have a bit of vision. It is not difficult to see that they, and the kings behind them, were reluctant to intervene in this war."

"I guess, only His Majesty East's elder brother, King Bran of Skellige, has made a clear statement that he is willing to send troops to support him."

The king and queen looked at each other with surprise flashing across their faces.

The two demon hunters didn't participate in the meeting, and based on their first impressions with several ambassadors, they deduced the result to be close to each other.

It would be too bizarre to say so.

Of course, they didn't know that there was a stalker who heard the whole point of the meeting.

"Geralt, I haven't seen you for a year, when did you become so sensitive to politics?" Mossack stroked his gray beard, his deep eyes twinkling with doubts, "I almost thought you received spy training elsewhere, Not a witcher anymore."

"Cough, cough..." Bai Lang hurriedly took a sip of wine, and the muscles on his face became more stiff.

Fortunately, the two majesties did not take this seriously.

"So what?" East was still confident and said decisively, "Even if Cintra has only one ally in the archipelago, our warriors are enough to crush Nilfgaard's iron cavalry!"

"The sons and daughters of the sea are never afraid of blood and death, and the heads of invaders will become decorations on our saddle bags!"

"So, His Majesty East, have you ever sent scouts to the Amer Mountains to find out the truth?" Roy asked.

"Naturally. Nilfgaard's army has about 5000 people, which is evenly matched with the coalition forces in Cintra." Easter pondered, "It's a pity that their barracks are extremely heavily guarded, and the scouts can't go further."

"How long ago did you go to investigate?" Roy shook his head and sighed. "I have to tell you two bad news. The Nilfgaardian army is far more than this number."

"Their ambition was not Sintra from the very beginning... not just the area south of the Yaruga River." The demon hunter's words changed the faces of the three of them, "The emperor's eyes are on the entire north!"

"The overall military strength of the Southern Empire will gradually move to the north, eventually reaching 30 to 20, and the deployment began more than [-] years ago. They invaded and occupied Nasser in the north. They have been working hard for many years. Their troops, from low-level soldiers to high-level generals, are all proficient in various fields. Combat skills!" Roy paused, "The two majesties still think that only one Sintra can resist such an army?"

"Will Ciri be safe and sound?"

The entire conference room was silent.

Until the nervous queen pinched her husband's arm until it turned blue.

"Damn it, demon hunter, don't scare me here!" Calanthe forcibly regained his composure, with a trace of disdain on his face, "I know your purpose, you just made up this absurdity because you want me to obediently hand over Ciri Absolute lies, trying to make me succumb!"

"I tell you, no way!"

"Now, you two get out immediately! Because of your previous achievements, I exonerate you from the crime of deceiving the emperor! But don't even think about rewards! Don't bother Ciri in the future!"

"Come on!"

"Wait, Calanthe..." East spoke, his gloomy and frightening eyes looked directly at Roy's pupils intertwined with dark gold and silver gray.

He didn't see guilty conscience, fear... only calmness, he was like a bystander, stating a piece of history.

"Your Majesty," druid Mossak suddenly chimed in, "my inspiration tells me that he is not lying."

"Then Roy, how did you get this amazing inside information? You are a relative of Emperor Nilfgaard, or the heir of one of his military ministers, and you suddenly abandoned evil and followed good?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I hope you will listen to me patiently." Roy suddenly stood up from his seat, as if he had never seen Calanthe's disdainful expression, "I used to see a lot of pictures ..."

"For a while, I thought it was pure fantasy, and I didn't care at all, but later... I found out that they are either history that has happened, or they are about to happen."

"There's never been an exception..."

"For example, I saw Ciri fleeing into Brokleon on the way to Verdon to get engaged, so I took the initiative to go there to find a way to save her, and then I met the brothers of the wolf faction..."

"Mossak can prove this...You can also ask Ciri if I followed her all the way."

The Druid nodded to the two His Majesties. Back then, he ran into Roy, Geralt, and Ciri outside the primeval forest. "Your Majesty, as far as I know, some people are born with the predictive ability of an astrologer, which is natural."

Roy couldn't help being a little grateful to the druid, although he didn't know why he spoke for him.

"Everything you said could be a coincidence," Calanthe retorted.

"I also saw the two-month meeting in Sintra..." Roy raised his voice, "The ambassadors of the Kingdom either gave ambiguous answers to His Majesty's invitation, or they were like Fyodor of Leiria and Livia. Like Erna, I hope that my prince will marry the Princess of Sintra, and regard marriage as a prerequisite for forming an alliance. It is also like the Duke Raymond of Toussaint who turned his back on his promise and asked for trouble."

"So, you told Geralt what you said just now?" Calanthe seemed to know Roy again, showing an expression of disgust and appreciation, "You are not young, but you have a big heart."

"Otherwise, the two His Majesties probably wouldn't look at us more?"

"Niflgaard's military information, you also saw it through 'precognition'?"

King East tapped his finger on the table and asked who in the world believed in fate and so-called prophecy the most, and he was one of them because of a miraculous experience in his early years.

"Hmm..." Roy paused, sullenly, and glanced at Mossak cautiously. "My next words are related to the future of Sintra. They are very harsh and may even offend the two majesties."

"But it's okay to say, Mossack is absolutely trustworthy." East maintained a calm expression from the beginning to the end, "If what you said is the truth, naturally you didn't offend me."

"I saw that - in July next year, the Nilfgaardian army will march towards Sintra... to fight against the defenders in Manada, and win with an overwhelming advantage. The two His Majesties led The main force of the army was almost wiped out!"

"Absurd!"

"Be patient." East patted the back of his wife's hand.

The druid's deep eyes shone with magical aura, trying to capture the mind of the witcher, but to no avail.

He tried to divination Roy's whereabouts again, but found that there was a cloud of fog.

This witcher who is close at hand seems to have some kind of anti-reconnaissance and anti-divination means, which makes him detached from fate.

Geralt leaned on the chair, sipped his wine, and watched the situation quietly. He felt emotional. He was persuaded by this kid's eloquence at the beginning. He was curious, would the two rulers eat this set?

"In just one day, Nilfgaard quickly surrounded the city we are in, the gate of the capital of Sintra. His Majesty led the remnants of the city wall and the enchanted gate to defend it for four days and four nights. Sintra La announced the fall!" Roy continued, his voice became a little heavy, and an inexplicable tension spread, making people involuntarily listen and trust

"The Nilfgaardian army drove straight in, burned, killed, and looted, turning the city of Sintra into a purgatory on earth. The entire sky and the nearby sea were turned red with blood and fire!"

"Cintra thus... perishes."

East took a deep breath, closed his eyes in silence, leaned back on the back of the chair, and remained silent for a long time.

"The time, place, and result are so detailed, what an astonishing prophecy." Calanthe couldn't believe it. The army she was so proud of was so vulnerable in Roy's mouth?

She would rather believe that this guy is just making it up!

Then the emerald green pupils were filled with angry flames, and he asked sharply,

"Then have you ever seen what happened to me and East?"

Roy didn't speak, his face was troubled.

"Go ahead..." East waved to him with an encouraging look.

For some reason, the witcher saw a ray of light and a tinge of relief in the vicissitudes of the eyes of the islander king.

As if, he had expected it.

"Your Majesty East, in the Battle of Manada, you charged forward like an angry sea monster, but you were still defeated and died from an arrow. Your homeland, the Skelliger Islands, has become your resting place."

"Then what about me?" Calanthe didn't know whether he was afraid or angry, his voice was visibly trembling, and he lost his composure.

Cintra's lioness, flushed with tears in her eyes and trembling lips, was what no one expected to see.

Esther took her in his arms.

Just like once, covering her from falling gravel.

"The day the city was broken...no one in the royal family of Sintra surrendered, and everyone accompanied their families to take poison and committed suicide. And you...was stabbed by a spear while defending the city, and you were seriously injured Returning to the castle with his body, he cut his wrist with a sharp weapon..."

Every pause in the witcher's words made the queen who was lying in East's arms tremble.

"You climbed to the window and jumped from the top of the battlements—"