God-level Demon Hunter

Cat Vulture spread out his hands, and the sunlight illuminated six lifelike pendants of different shapes——

Wolf heads, cat heads, griffin heads, flying lion monsters, roaring bears, entangled poisonous snakes...

Karl Wu Liuliu's eyes sparkled immediately. He took all the talismans, held them in his palm, stroked them, and looked at them one by one. A childlike smile appeared on the small eyebrows, nose and corners of the mouth, just like a little girl who got a beloved doll.

"Teacher, can you give me all?!" Carl pursed his dry lips.

"This pile of talismans is expensive to make, each person can only choose one, and leave the rest for your good friends." Fliers said half-truthfully, "Now you have taken advantage of it, you know, you have Six choices, and you take one and the rest have only five choices."

"The further you go, the more pitiful you are."

"Is that so?" Carl tilted his head, feeling that something was wrong, but his mind was all about taking advantage.His eyes flicked over the six pendants of different shapes one by one, his face was tense and he was in a tangle.

"I drank the decoction of the flying lion monster, but I—"

What finally prompted him to make a decision was the pendant on the cat eagle's chest.

"I am your apprentice!" He took out the grinning silver cat's head from a pile of pendants, and put it around his neck.

"Haha, you are indeed my good student." Cat Vulture nodded, with an exaggerated arc at the corner of his mouth, unable to hold back his smile, he tore open a teleportation coordinate.

"Boom!"

A square space door, blowing with strong wind, floated in the void.

"Let's go, go back and let them meet the brand new Cat Pie Demon Hunter!"

……

Gawain House.

When Vulture and Carl jumped out of the portal, a group of people had already gathered in the middle of the yard.

Wearing a brocade jacket, wearing a iris hat, and dressed as a bard, Oakes is showing off to a group of companions with joy.

Leaving aside the four eager companions at the stake who were dodging the spinning dummy, Cal rushed into the alchemy room to show Vicky the rewards of his trip—the cat pie pendant and the cyclops knuckles and the troll gems.

As the cat vulture approached the crowd, Oakes' exaggerated voice floated into his ears.

"You don't know, many people in Toussaint know how to play... After the Harvest Festival, they also have a barrel festival."

"I have heard a little bit," Vesemir wiped his hands with the blacksmith apron on his body, and a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "Although Toussaint began to use machines to squeeze grape juice a long time ago, there is still an ancient tradition."

"Haha, you old man must have had a lot of romantic debts when you were young!" Oakes patted his chest and winked at him, "At the Barrel Festival, the people of Toussaint gathered in the middle of Beauclair Square, whether they were nobles, knights, Courtiers, merchants or ordinary people, enjoy music and acrobatics together."

"In an atmosphere of universal celebration, start an exciting event." The demon hunters listened attentively, imagining the lively scene.

The cat vulture was also caught in it.

"There is a large wooden barrel in the center of the square, full of ripe grapes waiting to be squeezed."

"However, they use neither machines nor instruments—"

Oakes paused, and smiled excitedly in the menacing eyes of everyone, "They let the lively beauties stand in the wooden barrel and squeeze the juice with their feet!"

"Two amazingly beautiful women, it's cool to wear what they should be wearing, and they are all exposed! One of them is actually Grand Duke Anna Henrietta of Toussaint."

"Her figure..." Oakes gestured a gourd shape in front of her with both hands, "Tsk tsk, except for some rabbit teeth, she is impeccable."

He swaggered suddenly again, turned around,

dancing hands, neck and loins, singing loudly,

"Ho ho, let the vines grow! Ho ho, let the grapes ripen in the sun!"

"Ho ho! Let them ferment, let them absorb the strength and flavor of the barrel! Let them brew into fine wine! Let the fine wine flow into our cups!" Vesemir seemed to be recalled, and also sang a few lines,

Oakes continued,

"Everyone is singing and cheering. The Grand Duchess Henriette stepped on the wooden barrel with her companions in the spirit of dedication to share the joy with the people! The ceremony is completed!"

"The Grand Duchess? Barely naked? So unrestrained in front of everyone?" Eskar tilted his head, it was really a wild, evil, and confusing ceremony.

The long scar on her face showed a trace of disgust, "Then let everyone drink her footwashing, no, bathing grape juice?!"

Kayan, Aiden, Serrit, Vulture, and Ke En, who came here as a guest, and several conservative demon hunters shook their heads, expressing that they could not accept it.

Vesemir, Lambert, and Letho nodded.

"What do you know, Toussaint is such a romantic, unrestrained and free country, and this is its charm!" Oakes argued.

"That's right!" Lambert tossed his hair, with fiery eyes and yearning expression. The Grand Duchess seemed to have a husband. "I will go to Toussaint sooner or later to see the world."

"But does the husband of the Grand Duchess not mind? With so many eyes..." Kaiyan thought for a while, then continued with a hoarse voice, "Bleeding my wife."

"It's a tradition! His objection is invalid." Oakes shook his head disdainfully, "Besides, Duke Raymond was not in Toussaint during the time of the Barrel Festival until we left."

A trace of admiration flashed across Oakes' face, and he whispered to himself, "That's why people took advantage of the gap, and Henrietta and Henrietta were in pairs, inseparable, and basically planted. Maybe Grand Duke Raymond is about to become A father."

"What did you say?" The demon hunters had such keen hearing, everyone heard his muttering, and their faces became brighter.

"I made a promise not to reveal this secret casually." Oakes said seriously, then shook his head suddenly, "Forget it, everyone in Toussaint already knows about it, and it's useless for me to keep it a secret."

"Master Dandelion has completely fascinated Henrietta. In the past two months, they have been like a husband and wife. Originally, Master Dan wanted to spend the winter there, but I forcibly pulled him back."

"This philandering carrot," Cohen shook his head, "I remember that Roy told him, and he swore at that time that he would never betray Ms. Priscilla."

"Ah...that's nature." Several demon hunters sighed at the same time, but they were all men.

"Forget it, let's pretend we didn't hear about it?" Lambert suggested.

"Just help Dandelion once, never again!"

Oakes changed the subject with interest, "Haven't you seen how warm, generous and beautiful the noble ladies of Toussaint are? I don't know if they are not good enough for their own men, or they have not been nourished by the opposite sex for more than ten years."

With an intoxicated smirk on his face,

"Facing me, a man among men, handsome and tall, full of poetry and books, and extremely beautiful man with amazing physical strength, it's like a moth to a flame."

"Come on?" Serrit patted Oakes' red cheek disdainfully, "Did you take too much stimulant, or drank too much 'Iron Glove'? Just your dry face, I think it's from the country The old farmer is about the same!"

"Believe it or not, they are crazy about me, they are fascinated by me. The poems I have worked so hard to write finally have their uses. My charming poetry recitations make them cry, make them laugh, and make them unable to extricate themselves. "

"I feel that in just two months, I have already used up the energy of the past few decades." He looked determined, "If I were an ordinary man, then I would become the father of at least twenty children."

"Ahem! Stop bragging!" The bald man interrupted his shameless showing off, "How about your serious business, kid?"

"Of course, who am I? How can a woman be more important than the tasks assigned by my brother? I have already made three spatial markers - the Heshan Castle located in the southeast of the Bashan Farm and the northeast of the Usal Fort ruins, And the Sansreto Swamp 'Valley of the Nine', the hidden church cave that Serrit and I visited once."

"Among them, Heshan Fortress seemed to be occupied by a group of bandits before. Later, I heard that a passing knight-errant single-handedly cleared it up and turned it into a ruin." Oakes looked around the crowd.

"Then wait for Roy to come back, let's set off together to start the next big adventure!" Everyone nodded.

"By the way, guys, when I went back to the room to check just now, I found that one of the precious love poems in my collection was missing - Master Dandelion's "The Dilemma of Love". Has anyone seen it?"

The face of the Griffin Demon Hunter changed,

"Kean, you took it?" Oakes' sharp vertical pupils could see his abnormality at a glance, and asked aggressively,

"Um, sorry, buddy, Roy... I thought... I gave her to Iggesena."

"You!" Oxton grabbed Cohen's shoulder with a solemn expression. The latter looked like a child caught doing something wrong. He lowered his head in embarrassment and nervously swallowed his saliva.

"As compensation, next time you go to Toussaint, you have to come with me."

Oakes patted him on the shoulder, straightened his collar for him,

"I heard from Roy that there seems to be a secret of a griffin demon hunter named Jaron Molu hidden there. Are you not interested?"

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, clenched his fists, and nodded heavily.

Chapter 39 Visions

At night, Sintra Castle, a splendid bedroom.

Calanthe in front of the dressing table was removing her gorgeous make-up during the day. The beauty in the mirror still had smooth and firm skin, and her figure under the corset underwear was well-maintained without any sign of deformation.

But her fair complexion gradually became dull, a few thin crow's feet appeared in the corners of her eyes, shallow nasolabial folds appeared on both sides of the bridge of her nose, and a few white hairs appeared in her hair.

A trace of melancholy flashed across Calanthe's emerald green eyes, 44 years old is no longer young, and it can even be said that her time is running out.

After listening to the words of the witcher, she already had a rough idea of ​​the future, and an unprecedentedly strong intuition told her——

No matter how hard Cintra struggled and resisted, it was impossible to escape the doom of extinction in the end.

She turned and looked back.

Esther was meditating in front of the war sand table next to the bed in a baggy white nightgown, with his chin resting on his right hand and his beard hanging down to his chest.

The result of the rehearsal was extremely unsatisfactory. The bright magic lights illuminated the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

Calanthe looked back and sighed leisurely.

She has suffered a lot in her life, miscarriage, widowhood, being criticized and cursed by most people including the people, but at the same time, she has enjoyed the supreme glory. As a woman, she has controlled the kingdom's political power for decades.

In the second half of her life, she met a husband who loved her so much, and a mischievous granddaughter by her side, allowing her to enjoy family happiness.

But Calanthe has always hidden a huge regret—this regret germinated after she suffered consecutive miscarriages during the period of her first husband, and grew stronger after Pavetta died. After hearing Roy's words, Easter and herself could not escape death. This regret came to a head when Ciri struggled to survive.

She wants to change something, for herself and for her family.

"Esther, we still have time to prepare, don't rush it. Come here and rest early!" Calanthe, who was wearing a light translucent nightgown, sat on the soft bright yellow bed, propping her chin with one hand, and resting with the other The index finger of the hand hooked towards her husband, with a blush on her cheeks.

East was bewildered by his wife's astonishing beauty, his eyes ignited with flames, then he shook his head with firm eyes, "I have to stay up all night today, come up with a feasible plan, and discuss it with Paris tomorrow."

"come on in!"

"...Okay, obey, my Majesty the Queen."

East put down the chess pieces with a wry smile, and his bear-like body quickly retracted into the quilt.A big hand covered with black hair wrapped around his wife's shoulders, and the two of them pressed their cheeks together, leaning against the head of the bed and enjoying it for a moment.

"East, I have something to announce to you."

"It's not like the lioness of Cintra to hesitate."

"Let's... shall we have a child?" Calanthe was soft and gentle, caressing her husband's rough face under the bushy beard with her slender hands, "I'll give you a bloodline heir!"

East raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at his wife in surprise, and the warm and warm atmosphere in the room instantly cooled down.

"Didn't we discuss it when we got married? Enjoy the world of two people for a lifetime."

"But no one expected Pavetta to have an accident. Now we don't have a single child..." Calanthe looked sadly, "If I remember correctly, you never married a wife and had children before me. Don't you have any regrets?"

"In my heart, Ciri is my own granddaughter..."

"If the witcher's prophecy comes true, you and I will be gone. Your own granddaughter will live alone in this world with no relatives. How pitiful."

"She has to face the dangers of the world alone. Although the demon hunter keeps claiming that the law of accidents is unbreakable, this kind of connection is not as good as relatives and blood!"

"No, I swear as the son of the archipelago!" East held her tightly in his arms, his voice resonant and forceful, "I won't let you have an accident, you will live!"

"And my relatives in Skellige will regard Ciri as their own, Halma as her brother, and Keris as her sister forever."

Calanthe shook his head dissatisfied.

"I'm an old woman in her 40s. I have had two miscarriages, and I dare to make a third attempt! What are you worried about, what are you afraid of?" She stared at her husband with a rude tone, "Why don't you want to accept your own blood? ? Tell me the real reason."

She looked gloomy and sad, "In the past years, I respected your opinion, and let the courtiers and nobles talk about it—Calanthe is a hen that can't lay eggs!"

East's bearded cheeks flushed instantly, and his beard trembled with shame.

For so many years, because of selfish thoughts, his wife has been burdened with infamy.

And everything during the day, the terrifying prophecy of the demon hunter, and the future he saw from watching the stars at night, were all revealed.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to hide it, this secret thought would be buried in the soil.

The wife is wronged forever.

He couldn't help but tell the truth.

"I have seen the scene where Pavetta's magic power is out of control - and the royal family of Sintra, since your mother's generation, has the blood of magic power, the blood of ancient times... If our children are born with that A power that overrides everything, and then inherits the fierce and fiery character of the son of the sea."

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "The forced combination of two incompatible temperaments will be a disaster for Skelly, Sintra, and even the whole world!"

A look of surprise flashed across Calanthe's face. It was the first time she heard such a statement. She realized that her husband had such a heavy worry in her heart, so she couldn't help holding her husband's hand tenderly.

"Think about it carefully, do fishermen never set sail again because they are afraid of the storm?"

"Farmers are worried about bad weather and pests, so they give up planting?"

"The bloodline you are going to give up because of this unsure worry?"

"Remember, any child is a gift from God, not a disaster or curse like you said!"

East lowered his head, breathing heavily with guilt.