God-level Demon Hunter

Calanthe asked slowly, "Any other suggestions?"

Roy took a deep breath, "The two should find another powerful ally."

"Didn't you already see it?" Calanthe shook his head, "The group of short-sighted guys all rejected Cintra's request for an alliance."

"Then Temeria?" Roy asked.

"Foltest is too arrogant and rejected our meeting invitation from the very beginning! If you want to get his support, unless Cintra surrenders to him!"

"It's not just Temeria, the northern powers like Aedirn and Redalia have the same mentality."

"They hope that Sintra will suffer heavy losses, so that they can take our land into their pockets! It is already a great mercy not to make trouble."

"I suggest that the two of you send people to Vizima to try again in the near future," Roy said. Gad's threat."

"The two envoys will then focus on mentioning Nilfgaard's ambitions for the entire northern border. Once the other party captures Sintra, they will have a firm foothold in the northern border and have the capital to fight the north for a long time."

"This request for help may be rewarding!" Roy paused, "What's the point of being rejected again?"

"Then I will lend you a good word." East said, "I will send an envoy."

……

"Okay, Your Majesties, Master Mossack," Roy breathed a sigh of relief, "I already know everything, and I've said everything I need to say."

His suggestions can be summed up in five.

Beware of Nilfgaard's traps and ambushes in the Manada Valley.

Before war breaks out, inform Lord Skelly Jabran as early as possible.

The Skellige warship should use the ability of the Mossak sky controller to avoid possible sea storms and prohibit passing through the Sedna Abyss.

Watch out for Nilfgaardian spies in the city.

Ask Foltest for help again.

……

"Roy, I have taken your advice to heart..." Easter sat in front of the throne, resting his chin on his right hand, "When the situation becomes clear next year, if Sintra survives the catastrophe by chance, it will continue to stand in the world."

"I promise..." East and Calanthe exchanged glances, "A piece of land in Sintra's territory will belong to you!"

"You will receive the honor, status and wealth commensurate with this extraordinary contribution..."

"Of course, the premise is that our country is still there at that time..." Calanthe nodded at Roy, with a trace of respect in his emerald green eyes.

"In order to prevent you from losing everything, you will have a generous reward to receive later..."

……

Roy bowed to the two and accepted it frankly.

Geralt, who was leaning on the chair, had a complicated face when he heard the words, and here he is again. This guy got countless benefits in exchange for just a few words, and he actually had a duel with a strange knight.

Almost lost face.

There is a little bit of unbalance in my heart.

White Wolf took a sip of the Sintra spirit.

"So, Your Majesties, do you now..."

Calanthe called a servant to whisper a few words, and the latter hurried away.

"I declare in advance, two masters, I did not make this decision because of the so-called law of accidents. I don't believe in deceptive lies!"

"Your Majesty, those who play tricks on fate will be punished by fate." Mossak interjected.

The lioness of Sintra put her hands in front of her belly, raised her chin slightly, and emphasized without paying attention, "And Donnie's promise is like last year's heavy snow to me... Now, the snow has already melted into water, Into the sea! There's only rain outside."

"But your words are not unreasonable." She changed her voice.

East next to him grinned and covered his forehead,

"My Cirila is still young, even if she is only ten years old next year. She shouldn't bear these cruel realities too early!" Calanthe took a deep breath, a hint of distress flashed in her emerald green eyes, "The thought of That image you mentioned, that possibility, the noble princess wandering like a beggar."

"I'm so angry! This kind of result is not allowed to exist!" She nodded at the witcher, "Next, if you wish, I will send someone to inspect your home to confirm that the place is really as you imagined. Say ... and then, it will be an option."

"When the situation in Sintra is completely irreversible, our homeland will no longer exist. Ciri will make his own choice, go to your place, or take refuge in another place!"

"What if she wants to come with us later?" Geralt asked.

"And in other places, she will only be regarded as a piece of fat, a puppet grabbing power!" Roy chimed in.

"No! How can you be so cruel—" Calanthe just finished speaking.

The door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open.

A baby-fat white face slipped through the crack of the door and cautiously looked into the room.

The emerald green eyes swept across the white-haired witcher, and the little girl suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, and with her skirt lifted, she jumped up and down to Zero In front of him, she hugged his thigh, buried her head in his arms, and rubbed against him.

Like a tail-wagging, cuddly puppy.

The white wolf put his strong hands on her shoulders, and a trace of emotion appeared on the face of the vicissitudes of life.

Ciri raised her head and smiled sweetly at him with her eyebrows curved.

The uneasiness in my heart disappeared without leaving a trace.

There was thunder and lightning outside the window, the torrential rain was like a waterfall, and the sea was turbulent, overturning and furious.

And she just felt warm and happy.

"Haha, Geralt! You finally came to see me! I knew you would!"

"After so long, we are finally reunited!"

Roy shook his head and smiled, the treatment was really different.

"Xiri..." White Wolf said in his heart, raised her up with both hands and shook her around, then glanced at his companion next to him, "You are my destiny, no, you are not only my destiny."

"not only."

"Cirilla, come down quickly!" A dignified and majestic snort interrupted their long-lost reunion, "You're so reckless, how decent you are in front of outsiders!"

"Ah? I'm sorry, grandma, I forgot you were here?" Ciri's smile froze, wrinkled her nose, reluctantly left Geralt, and moved to Calanthe.

A pair of small hands tightly covered the tortured buttocks, and there was a complaint in a soft voice, "I thought you were trying to get me to write a confession again! You have to wash the belt again."

Calanthe glared at her, and the latter trembled instantly, "You troublemaker, you haven't realized your mistake yet! When will you save me some trouble, look like a princess and a lady, no one will punish you!"

Ciri smiled mischievously, and quickly ran to the side, "Grandpa Mossack, good afternoon!" She gave the bearded druid a hug.

"Take it easy, little princess... I've said many times, don't pluck your beard when you meet, it's not a radish in the vegetable field!"

"Humph……"

"Haha, Grandpa East, you still dote on me the most!" The little girl threw herself into the arms of the islander king again, letting him rub her soft face with his rough beard, she giggled,

"Who says our family doesn't have many girls?"

There was a doting smile on East's gloomy face, and he touched her little head, "Boys should be beaten since childhood, so they can build a strong body!"

"Girl, Ciri is very good! Neither arrogant and squeamish like a porcelain doll, nor a complete tomboy!"

"Esther! If you spoil her so much, she will make a big mess in the future!" Calanthe gouged out her husband with dissatisfaction, and the latter immediately put down her little granddaughter.

"Shirley, come here, grandma has something to ask you!"

The little princess obediently stood on the queen's right hand, but stuck out her tongue to make faces at the two witchers.

Calanthe sighed helplessly, but was too lazy to correct it, "Today, Roy and Geralt made a request to me—"

"The two masters want to take you to Nuocheng... the base of the demon hunters."

"Ah?" A surprised smile appeared on the corner of Shirley's mouth, and his emerald green eyes sparkled, "Grandma, have you finally figured it out? Are you willing to let me leave that prison... room?"

"Of course I don't want to..." Calanthe's words made her purse her mouth, "but things will not always go according to my idea. I can't imprison you forever..."

The queen stroked her granddaughter's hair and stared at her innocent and childish cheeks, "You will leave Sintra Castle sooner or later, why not leave today?"

"Grandma... what's wrong with you?" The two pairs of emerald green eyes looked at each other, and Shirley suddenly noticed the sadness in her eyes.

"Tell me honestly, would you like to go with them?"

The little girl was frightened by this sudden surprise, and looked at East and Mossak as if asking for help.

Both old men nodded at her.

There was a hint of encouragement in his expression.

"I, can I go?" Shirley bit her lips, and suddenly remembered the last question Roy asked herself.

"As long as you want."

"Then can I come back later?"

Calanthe remained silent.

"Grandma, don't scare me..." Ciri became flustered, and grabbed the queen's slender fingers, "Are you going to drive me away? You don't want me anymore?"

"You'll always be my baby, and I won't push you away, but something else will."

Ciri suddenly turned around and glanced at the two demon hunters, clenched her silver teeth, her eyes were red, and she went through various thoughts.

On one side are grandma and grandpa.

One side is a good friend.

The balance quickly tilted towards family affection.

"No, I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you in Sintra!"

"Grandma doesn't want to force you."

"No, I stay here voluntarily!" A premonition surged in the little girl's heart. If she leaves Calanthe this time, it will be difficult to see her again!

I couldn't help but buried my head in my grandmother's arms and started crying.

Calanthe hugged her tightly, his green eyes looked at the witcher, and his pride flashed away.

Behold, this is fate.

Roy shook his head regretfully and rubbed his temples. Her Majesty the Queen performed a good show.

"Masters, you have also seen Ciri's choice. It seems that fate will not let her leave today."

Geralt looked at the teary little girl and sighed,

"We respect her choice, and wait until the overall situation is settled before coming back, and hope that the two majesties will not obstruct it."

Calanthe and East nodded at the same time.

"Demon hunter, I make this oath in the name of Queen Cintra. If the situation is irreversible in the future, Ciri will leave with you."

"Woo, don't go, Geralt, Roy!" Ciri rushed over suddenly, took the hands of the two from left to right, and begged eagerly, "I can't leave grandma, but you can stay with me ah!"

"Xi Li is right. You might as well stay in the palace for a few more days and have fun with her." After winning a game, the queen was much more generous, "Take the reward you deserve when you leave."

"It doesn't matter if it comes, it doesn't matter if it takes two more days." Roy nodded at Geralt.

Eyes turned to Mossack.

They have already obtained the promise of the ruler of Sintra to clear the way for taking away the blood of the ancients in the future, and the mission of this trip is half completed.

One goal left.

Chapter 37 The Druid's Trade

After the castle valet had arranged guest rooms for the two witchers, Geralt went to play with Ciri in her room.

Roy returned to the garden.

An old man wearing an antler helmet, a bushy beard and carrying an ebony staff has long been waiting here.

"You're here." He stretched out his hand to invite the witcher to sit on the bench beside him, and stroked his gray beard.

"There is no third pair of ears nearby, and no one knows except you and me, so let's get straight to the point, what exactly is your Excellency carrying?" Druid closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I smell a strong Breath of nature, if I didn't know your identity, I almost mistakenly thought you were an apprentice who just entered the druid way."

Roy smiled.

The adventures of challenging the Lady of the Forest in Velen and sealing Kungulan, the Whispering Hill, have finally come to reap the fruits.

He didn't answer the question,