God-level Demon Hunter

"What's more, our child doesn't even have a shadow, and no one knows what the future will be." Calanthe said, "Let's not deprive her/him of the right to be born just because of this unfounded reason."

"But it's too late to say anything now, there is less than a year left before the war breaks out."

The big man Angzang expressed his heartfelt feelings for many years, and sincerely buried his head in repentance, "I'm sorry for you."

"As long as you think about it, time will never be too late, nothing is impossible." Calanthe's eyes sparkled.

"And you should apologize to that unborn child..." The woman pressed her husband's chest with her slender hands, and pushed him gently and irresistibly, pushing him back on the blanket, her charming eyes and stretched curvaceous curves made Yi Ster's blood boiled, "Now, you must cooperate with me..."

Speechless night.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was filled with gray light.

The little princess of Cintra escaped from the "prison" where she was held for more than half a year after a long absence. Accompanied by two witchers, the maid Collier, and a team of disguised soldiers, she wore a pink full-body soft cloak, like a little red riding hood Like rushed to the street.

A group of people entered the noisy and bustling market square in Sintra.

At [-] or [-] o'clock in the morning, the market is full of crowds of people and dazzling goods... The yelling of vendors, the lowing of cows, the bleating of sheep, the clucking of chickens and the croaking of ducks are mixed together. Rushing into the little girl's ear, she immediately felt dizzy.

She giggled unconvinced, and rushed into the crowd with oil on her feet.

Beside the fish tank, the customer is holding a fat-headed fish and haggling loudly with red faces, and the businessman is shaving his nails with a scale-shaving knife, calmly refusing to budge.

Suddenly a petite body bumped hard, and the fat-headed fish fell to the ground.

Shirley stepped on it, and slid forward a full ten meters like she was stepping on a skateboard with round eyes, knocked over a chicken coop, and pulled off the belt of a fat woman.

The fat woman exposed the fat "swimming ring" on her stomach, raised her pants narrowly, opened her mouth so that her tonsils could be seen, and was about to roar like a soprano.

A handsome man suddenly appeared in front of her, took off his sunglasses, and grinned.

The beast-like pupils made her swallow the scream again.

The witcher immediately followed the mischievous little one.

A girl with a round face was sweating profusely, apologizing and making amends to the surrounding vendors and customers.

"Slow down! Ciri, if you run again, don't try to ride a griffin tonight!"

"Ah, I was wrong... Please don't be so cruel!"

Ciri obediently returned to the witcher's side, holding Roy with her left hand and Geralt with her right hand. She glanced at the black cat in Roy's special hood with her green eyes, and looked around lively. She saw a The halfling with hairy feet was dancing the dagger into an afterimage as if juggling, "Shua, Shua..." A leg of lamb on the grill had a beautiful flower knife on its entire surface.

A half-elf was pumping a long log pipe, spitting out strange white circles ranging from small to large.

"What a special smell, what is that?"

"That's something only grown-ups can taste."

"But I'm hungry," she rubbed her belly, wrinkled her face pitifully, "I don't have enough energy to ride a griffin at night."

"Here are three." Roy took three squid rings coated in egg wash and deep-fried until golden from the peddler next to him. The two big and one small shared one.

Ciri gobbled down the first squid ring like a cat eating.

He swallowed another apple pie with grape juice, and sucked his finger with insatiable desire. .

"That's enough, Ciri, ladies should eat less to maintain their figure." Roy teased, "Besides, how can these things compare to the delicacies in the palace."

"That's not true!" Shirley shook her head and complained, "Grandma won't let me eat this, or anywhere else. The food prepared for me doesn't taste like salt at all! So this time I'll eat as much as I can!"

"Children are in a stage of rapid development, so they can eat as much as they want." Geralt touched her little red riding hood and nodded.

Ciri dragged the two demon hunters again, and wandered around the market with a bunch of soldiers disguised as ordinary citizens. She obeyed her instinct for food and came to a stewed beef stall, wiggling her nose, revealing happy face.

"I want to eat a bowl!" She randomly found a seat and sat down, not disliking the grease and stains on the bench at all.

Roy and Geralt sat down beside her, but their eyes drifted involuntarily to another table——

A man in gray casual clothes, tall and straight, with full head of blond hair, was eating a bowl of potatoes and beef.Suddenly felt strange attention, turned around, a surprised smile appeared on his face,

"I swear in the name of a knight, it must be God's will!"

He sat down directly with the bowl in hand.

"Masters, good morning!"

"Good day, Knight Grimm."

Geralt brought the steaming plate in front of Ciri, and the little girl couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful. The whole spoon was stuffed into her little mouth, her eyes narrowed comfortably, and she made a purring sound.

"You didn't go back to Toussaint with the Duke Raymond?"

Roy looked around, but the flamboyant plate armor and the domineering sword of justice were not by his side.

"I swear in the name of the knight, I am unemployed." Grimm smiled suddenly, with no trace of sadness on his face, "The Grand Duke thought that I deliberately lost the competition, so he fired my job as a bodyguard in anger and left me in Xining. Tra!"

"Feel sorry."

"Your Excellency, Geralt, this has nothing to do with you! It just so happens that in the past ten years or so, I have wiped out all the bandits and bandits in Toussaint. It's time for the Ranger Knights to expand their patrols," he said gracefully and quickly. Pick out the beef, cut it into small pieces, and chew it carefully, "Well... I want to start a grand journey, aiming at the whole north, implementing the concept of justice, and at the same time using the evil people along the way as a sharpening stone, Practice martial arts."

"Eh...Your Excellency has lofty ideals and noble morals, which is really admirable." Roy twitched his cheeks. In today's world, there are not many people who are so innocent and pure. Of course, being pure means——

"Forgive me for asking, but this journey of chivalry has a clear destination."

"Hi'er..." Shirley snatched the blueberry juice from the little maid and took a sip.

"Making a plan before taking action is a compulsory course for knights." Grim looked casually at Ciri in the red hat and cloak, the little round-faced maid, and the men with bright eyes not far behind them, and nodded inwardly. "I plan to go all the way east from Sintra, pass through Temeria, Aedirn, and go around again, to Kaedwen, Redania, and return to Sintra."

"It will probably take a year or two." He said without any concealment. "When I return to Sintra, I will board a ship from the port to Skellige to enjoy the sea breeze and see the men of the sea."

A knight-errant who travels the world?

Roy unconsciously became a little envious.

In the future, when the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters stabilizes, he will definitely have to suffer like this.

However, there is a high probability that Grimm's journey will die halfway. At that time, the Northern War should have broken out, and there will be nothing left of Sintra.

"When you enter Redania, don't rush to leave," Geralt issued an invitation. "Go to the dance hall on Novigrad Commercial Street. We will treat you well and treat you like a landlord."

"Haha, then I won't be polite!" The knight laughed heartily, wiped off the residue from the corners of his mouth, and bowed to the two of them. "At that time, please test my progress along the way, and have a round of discussion."

When two bowls of beef soup touch each other lightly, the aroma of the meat is overflowing.

"Then I will wait for you!"

The chat between the three became more heated, and Ciri took the opportunity to lure out the black cat in Roy's special hood, let it "meow" and frantically poured broth into it.

"By the way, Grimm, you grew up in Toussaint, and you are proficient in martial arts. You often go to dangerous places..." Roy paused, then turned around and gave Ciri a warning look, and the latter timidly retracted the cat's beard hand, "Have you met any other witchers?"

Toussaint is an "unlucky place", where the flying lion demon hunter Modeng and the Griffin faction Jaron Molu all encountered drastic changes in their lives.

"Master Geralt is the first demon hunter I have fought against. But before that, I once encountered a strange thing in a dilapidated castle called Heshan... on the way to clear the bandits." He paused, A strange color flashed across the eyes, "A man with indigo vertical pupils and a griffin pendant around his neck, ragged like a beggar, rushed out from the basement of the ruins, as fast as a galloping horse."

"The expression is crazy, like a madman, he rushed into the wilderness and disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Under Heshan Castle?" Roy was startled, it was not the place where he asked Oakes to set the space coordinates.

"Are you sure you don't have a blind eye, a lunatic wearing a Griffin badge?"

Roy thought that Grim was referring to the unlucky boy Geron Mauru.

But in his memory, this Griffin Sect was locked behind the one-way portal below Heshan more than 100 years ago. How did he get out?

"This is the weirdness of it. Later, I searched all around Heshan, and that guy seemed to evaporate from the world."

"How many years ago was this?"

"Five years ago."

If Jaron Molu escaped from trouble for the first time at this point in time, how did he survive underground for so many years?

Roy took a deep breath. These mysteries can only be solved when he goes to Toussaint in person.

……

After saying goodbye to Grim Sigurd, the group took Ciri around the whole of Sintra, and they didn't return to the castle until its face turned red and it was sweating profusely.

That night, Roy accompanied the little princess on Golfin's back, allowing her to experience the thrill of flying on a griffin as she wished.

For the next two days, the witcher played purely as a companion, playing hide and seek, knight duels, telling stories, fishing and catching shrimps... the palace was filled with laughter from the little princess.

A gloomy morning.

In the open-air garden of Sintra Castle, dressed in a princess dress, the doll-like little Siri held the hands of the two witchers, her face flushed and wiping her tears, half ordering half pleading, "You must come and see me often , within a month, and Roy has to take Golfin, I want to ride her well."

"When the time comes, we will come naturally." Roy pinched her chubby face, "Little girl, I solemnly warn you, no matter what form Golfin becomes, it is forbidden to pull its beard, otherwise the next time Don't even try to play with her!"

"Whoo, cheapskate!"

"Ok?"

"I promise you that's it!" She puffed her cheeks unwillingly like a squirrel, and looked at the white wolf, who said first,

"Wait for you, and then I will take you to slaughter the dragon."

"Woo, don't lie to me!"

"Okay, two masters, thank you for your good intentions to Xili." Calanthe put his hands on his lower abdomen and smiled radiantly, "After Mossak's disciples go to Nuocheng, she He will help us investigate the base of the demon hunters by the way."

"If the environmental conditions are good, Shirley might come and live there for a few days."

"Really, grandma?" The girl looked up in surprise.

"As long as you are obedient!"

"I promise!" Ciri held her head high and held her grandmother's hand and shook it desperately.

"There is still a little gift for the two masters, which is not a respect."

An attendant brought a delicate nanmu box to the demon hunter.

When Roy opened it, he was immediately dazzled by the golden light——

A neat pile of gold, with a total value of about [-] crowns.

Roy and Geralt looked at each other with a smile on their lips.

"Then let's just leave it here..." Easter, who was dressed in a bearskin coat and had a rough face, stroked his thick beard and waved at the witcher. "You two, I hope to see you again someday!"

Roy turned his head and smiled at everyone, planning to open the space coordinates and return to Nuo City.

Suddenly the whole person froze.

A violent dizziness erupted, and the ancient blood in the template flickered frantically.

Time seemed to stand still.

A strange dotted line appeared around the two His Majesties on the opposite side, and the little Princess Cintra in the middle.

Their figures are like a puff of dreamy foam, colorful paint floating on the surface of the river, quickly disappearing into the air.

Instead.

Another figure was reflected in Roy's dark gold and silver-gray pupils——

As if wearing a thin veil, his face is blurred, petite, with black hair, and green pupils like a virgin forest.

She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and held out her hand to him.

Roy felt a strange sense of familiarity and an unstoppable throbbing from the heart.

It was as if there was an indescribable connection between her and him, a bond of fate.

"Roy?"

In the soft greeting of the white wolf, the little black-haired girl and the background behind her shattered like glass.

The three members of Calanthe's family reappeared in his field of vision, smiling brightly, just like before.

"Sorry, I just thought of something else."

"What's wrong?"

"No... fine, everything is fine..."

……

Two witchers jumped into the portal.

The dark and cloudy sky was like the abyss of a monster, and the castle of Sintra trembled in the shadows.

It seemed like it was going to collapse at any moment.