God-level Demon Hunter

Under a head of thick short brown hair, the hard-lined face is gloomy and tangled, the haze looms in the bright eyes, and there are still some untreated green stubble on the chin.

Another woman in a white dress, with long and narrow eyes, a straight nose, and sharp lips took a sip of tea,

"What do you plan to do? Mount Amer has sent back a report. There must be more than 2 soldiers stationed in Nilfgaard, and the number is still increasing... Besides, the goddess' prophecy and the diary of Kayla's advisor , It is enough to prove that a Sintra cannot fill its stomach."

"If we just sit back and let Nilfgaard attack and occupy Cintra."

Adda's pretty face was tense, and she said worriedly,

"It can use that natural port as a base to launch a tentative attack on your territory on the north bank of the Yaruga River!"

"For the sake of the whole kingdom, you should think about it as soon as possible!"

"Ada, what did I tell you before? Nilfgaard is ambitious. Temeria is not the only threat. Aedirn is also in crisis. I have sent someone to send a warning letter to Demavi , We will make a decision after he replies."

The king showed a charming smile to his daughter, and the smile quickly subsided, "Try not to mention your goddess in front of me in the future. I respect her foresight and insight, and I am grateful that she is willing to tell me the prophecy regardless of the past. But Temeria And Vizima doesn't belong to her, understand?"

"I have already given her enough rewards - the Vizima Lake District, she can preach in the surrounding villages unimpeded, as long as it does not violate the law and public morals, but only in this area, do not expand outwards, and do not try in vain Enter Vizima. This is my line, don't cross it."

"Of course, if the goddess is willing to help Temeria intervene in this war, it's another matter."

"I see." Princess Temeria sighed, Ms. Vivienne would never join the battle rashly, she changed the subject, "But you only contacted one Aedirn? Kaedwin and Redania didn't notify ? Only by uniting all the forces in the north can we compete with Nilfgaard's army!"

"Ada, don't spend all your time on religious affairs. You are a princess, so you should be a little politically sensitive." Foltest crossed his hands in front of his chest, and propped his chin with the back of his hands like an arch bridge, leading In a tone of exhortation, "How strong Nilfgaard's army is, it has not been verified..."

"If your goddess' prophecy comes true, she will capture Sintra in a devastating manner... We don't need to remind, Vizmir II and Henselt will naturally send a large army to help!" The king's voice changed, his face was gloomy,

"But if the strength shown by Nilfgaard is not crushing, and it is a little bit difficult to perform, it cannot make the whole of the northern border feel a huge threat... Then our nightmare will come."

"Temeria will be a real shield. While Nilfgaard is going north... we must also be careful of Redania and Kaedwen stabbing us in the back, especially Kaedwen, who is very skilled in martial arts. King Henselt is really not a man of faith."

Yada's pretty face was tense, and she pondered for a while.

"So, they can't be counted on in a short time?"

"We can try a little bit," Foltest stared at his daughter, shaking his head slightly disappointed, "I have told Triss and Kayla consultants to contact Philippa Earhart in Redania, and Co Devin's Sabina Grewisig..."

"The position of the Warlock Association tends to unite the entire north to drive out the invaders. After all, 'noble' spellcasters are more willing to be partners of the Royal Council rather than servants who can't help themselves."

"These two strong advisors will probably help out."

Yada brushed her temples and red hair, pursed her thin lips,

"If the other three countries are short-sighted and refuse to send troops, will Temeria support Sintra?"

"The goddess sent you to persuade me?"

"This is my own idea..." Adda twisted her slender fingers into a ball, "I always have a feeling of uneasiness, and I must never let Nilfgaard succeed."

Foltest clenched his fists. In the past, he didn't know much about the enemy, and he could deceive himself and others, but now, if he wanted to sit back and ignore them, he would become an out-and-out fool.

After all, Sintra is almost under his own feet, and if it suffers, Temeria will bear the brunt of it.

"I will help, for the sake of Temeria, and the reputation of the whole kingdom... But we have to wait patiently." Volteste said succinctly, "Wait for Cintra to come to the door and make an exchange of benefits."

"Follow the worst plan first, all the reinforcements we sent will be lost, and Sintra will make compensation in advance."

"But haven't you already declined an invitation to a meeting?"

"Believe me, there will be a second wave of envoys. Calanthe and East are already standing on the edge of the cliff, with no way out!"

……

"Z-"

The villa next to the Vizima Palace, in a boudoir with dark red sheets, gauze curtains, and curtains.

Triss Merigold, who was wearing a blue silk tube top dress with star dots and her red hair neatly tied back, stroked the telescope.

The bright yellow magical aura flashed away on the prismatic mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the water-blue light curtain lit up, and a female sorceress approached her cheek. Her facial features had a masculine rigidity, with slightly wider jaws, eyes, nose, and mouth compared to other sorceresses. Some are unremarkable, with black hair tied into two braids hanging over the shoulders, and a white lace collar stands from the shoulders to the back of the neck.

A light and tight brown leather skirt boldly exposed two arms, a broad chest, and a plump figure.

She stared at the contact person in front of the telescope with bright eyes.

"Wow, my little Triss, I finally remembered me," Philippa gave the sorceress an air kiss, her black eyes filled with aggressive enthusiasm, "How did you do in Vizima? Are you still used to that?" life around here?"

"Ms. Philippa, it's nice to meet you, thank you for your concern." Triss sat behind the dimly lit table, smiled softly at her, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, "I'm fine... "

"I caught you, little Triss..." Philippa laughed, her white teeth glistening between her bright lipsticked lips, "I'm not a man-eating monster, please don't look at me like that. Look at me... You should understand that I never force anyone, everyone enjoys themselves and gets what they need."

"And the past is already in the past, unless someone wants to relive the old dream, giggling!" She brushed her hands boldly across the delicate skin on her chest, giggling, "Okay, stop teasing you, tell me why you came!"

Then Triss patted her hot cheeks, her breasts rose and fell, and she made an obvious movement of exhaling, "His Majesty Foltest asked me to contact you...mainly about the military situation on Mount Amer. "

"I have heard a little bit about the menacing people from the south." Philippa nodded her chin with her index finger and said with emotion, "The poor lioness of Calanthe is busy. For a long time to come, she They're all going to be pissed off."

"I'm afraid it's much more than that..." Triss played with the heart-shaped pendant around her neck, and told the other party the diary and what the Foltest scouts saw.

Philippa's slightly provocative expression quickly became serious, "Mount Amer, the black sun flag stretches in the wind...more than [-] troops."

"This is very important news...Xiao Te, thank you for reminding me," she smiled sincerely, "I understand your concerns, and I agree with it—the group of southern barbarians and southern warlocks must not be allowed to Invade our territory and break the rules set by the Warlock Brotherhood!"

"I will try my best to persuade Vizmir, but given His Majesty's suspicions, he will definitely send royal agents to Amer to check in person. Even if the agents verify the news... From what I know about him, the matter has not reached the point of burning his ass, Vizmir won't move."

"Do your best." Triss sighed, "And... the brotherhood..."

Triss and Keira were still young, less than 50 years old, and their qualifications were shallow, so they couldn't get in touch with the core figures of the Warlock Brotherhood. Fikat accepted other orders from Foltest.

"I understand that I will notify the five lords of the Association of Talents and Skills...Tissaia, Heng Gedimides, and Vigfortez—it is also the responsibility of the Brotherhood of Warlocks to prepare a plan to deal with the crisis in advance! "

With her hands on her hips, Philipa solemnly warned, "Little Te, you're only across a river from Sintra. Be careful and don't rush up!"

"Thank you for your concern." Triss nodded, but a trace of stubbornness flashed in her eyes, and she exchanged a few absent-minded greetings before turning off the binoculars.

……

Not long after, Keira in a cool tulle dress came up.

"Honey, how's the battle going on over there? Sabina, a slutty woman, brazenly said that Henselt wouldn't let him sleep for a month if he didn't agree to send troops. I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it for three days." Keira shook her head, "But I think it's best not to pin your hopes on Kaedwin, the distance is too far."

"Ms. Philippa's side is not optimistic... In short, we will report to His Majesty after receiving the answer."

Arm in arm, the two sorceresses talked for a while about the situation in the North.

"Stop talking about these troublesome things, why haven't I seen you contact the savior recently." Keira pursed her glistening lips maliciously, and caressed the peach-like soft cheeks of the other party with her slender hands.

Triss lowered her head in shame and indignation.

Damn mandrake, thinking of the gaffes in the past, she wanted to dig a hole to get in, and she showed that kind of stupidity to a man she hadn't seen a few times, without the slightest bit of shame. He seemed to be an honest gentleman, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

She suppressed the inexplicable disappointment in her heart and took a deep breath.

Now she has no time to think about it, all her energy must be focused on the upcoming kingdom war!

Chapter 11 Development

In Nuocheng in late autumn, the yellow leaves of the street trees and the broken sunlight make the architectural belt of the gorgeous long street golden.

It was still early in the morning, but Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall had already seated several tables of guests, and a dozen actors in the middle of the stage performed "Unexpected Journey" with melodious music.

"According to the two masters, it is certain that Nilfgaard will go north and launch a war... Cintra is at stake." Gawain Samsa, the shapeshifter, stroked his elegant mustache on both sides of his upper lip, "Then We should prepare in advance...and take the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"What you said is exactly what I want." Siret nodded, and complained to Roy next to him, "The current property situation of the Brotherhood is not optimistic. 90.00% of our income comes from those two shops. Although the profit has increased recently, it is only [-] crowns per month. And the expenses..."

He shook his head and sighed, "There are more than 30 people in Gawain's family. The dietary standard exceeds that of ordinary families. Twenty half-sized children are the most edible, and eleven mutants are more than inferior. Everyone's appetite is like a bottomless pit. Living expenses alone cost [-] kroner per month, plus some other miscellaneous items, [-] kroner can't be beat... and teaching work that burns money such as alchemy and forging also needs at least [-] kroner. These are not big , Master Kalkstein and Ms. Rita's research costs a minimum of [-] crowns a month, and if the supply is not available, that master may strike immediately."

"This does not include the new decoction project that Lei Suo and Kayan participated in."

"In addition, the one-time teleportation items made by Ms. Rita cost a lot of money, two hundred crowns a piece; I was reimbursed two thousand crowns for the stable portal of the Nine Valley Lake Laboratory. Originally, because of your sacrifice of hue, she has been Working for the fraternity voluntarily, there is no reason for us to care about these basic expenses with her."

"Do the math yourself, how much did you spend?"

The bright light illuminated Roy's shocked face and twitching mouth... He hadn't managed the accounts for a long time, and the burden of the Brotherhood had become so heavy before he knew it.

A hint of worry flashed across Serrit's amber pupils, "The expansion of Gawain's House has been completed. According to the plan, the children temporarily living in the Eternal Flame Orphanage will be transferred the day after tomorrow, and the number of students will increase from 20 to 50 by then. , The number of people has more than doubled, and it is obvious that the burden is far more than doubled... After that, there is no doubt that we will spend money like water!"

"How much money is left?" Roy exhaled, wiped the cold sweat from his palms,

"The reserve fund is still enough for the time being. There were originally [-] kronor. Including the [-] you cheated back from Vizima and the [-] that Geralt earned back from Sintra. After deducting the expenses during this period, there are still [-] crowns left." Fifty thousand or so. The cost of a big deal."

"You two don't need to worry too much, the money for the building of the Gawain House..." Gawain smoothed his short purple hair at the temples, and smiled sweetly, "I'll reimburse you!"

"I knew that Your Excellency has a kind heart that is compassionate and merciful!" Serritt turned from worry to joy, reached out and shook hands with the shapeshifter, and Roy also gave him a grateful look.

"Okay, let's get back to the point, about this way of making money," Chapelle rubbed his leather-gloved fingers, his metallic pupils showed a trace of solemnity, "May the eternal flame illuminate the future of those war victims." Road, we must not be like other unscrupulous businessmen hoarding important war supplies..."

Several people nodded unanimously. Once people tore the bottom line, it would be difficult to go back to the past.

"The simplest and most serious business..." Serrit said, "Buy a lot of Sintra's special products... Sintra spirits, some spices that are originally produced in Skellige and only transported from Sintra, etc. .Once Sintra becomes a historical relic, many northerners will remember it spontaneously, and the special product will become the best emotional sustenance, and it is guaranteed to be in short supply and sell well!"

"Even if Cintra is reborn from destruction in the future, there will be changes in the end... What we have in hand will become an orthodox and peerless treasure of Cintra!"

"I have a suggestion..." Roy interjected, looking across the front of the stage at the clasped arms and tap-dancing dancers to the beat of cheerful drums, including Iggesena, who Roy had informed that Cohen was staying in Towson special news.

And Dandelion and Priscilla were arguing quietly in the shadows at the edge of the stage, the great poet was explaining something endlessly, and bowed apologetically from time to time, like a typical husband who was caught cheating.

The witchers didn't betray him, maybe it was him who accidentally showed his feet.

The blond beauty folded her arms around her chest, raised her chin, turned her face away, her expression was obviously gloomy, and her lips moved from time to time.

Roy read her lips, scolding such words as "unscrupulous", "damn liar", "rogue", "believe it or not, I will find a concubine to piss you off".

Alas, it was still a wrong payment after all. Dandelion, a playboy who doesn't listen to advice, must learn a lesson.

He sighed inwardly, and continued, "The flag of Sintra is the Three Lions Banner on a blue background... Now the lake blue and orange dyes..."

"Cheap! There's basically no demand right now." Gawain Samsa's slender eyes lit up, the business in his mind was flowing rapidly, and his cheeks flushed with excitement, "The current purchase is definitely the best price."

"When the war breaks out, in order for the people in the north to support Sintra, the price of the dye used to make the blue-bottomed Three Lions flag will inevitably skyrocket! At least three or five times! And we are just doing this, and the money is well earned!"

"If you have money, let's make money together!" Serrit slammed his fist on the table, leaned over and approached the two doppelgangers, his amber pupils flickered, "My lords, let's discuss the investment ratio right away, but I Let’s say it in advance, the brotherhood is not as big as the two families, and they can’t spend so much money, will we use manpower to make up the number?”

The two doppelgangers exchanged glances,

"The Eternal Flame's last operation was a great success, thanks to the masters. My brothers who are ineffective also have to rely on the painstaking training of the masters, so we agreed to your proposal!"

……

Temple Island, the underground laboratory, just north of Nuocheng.

The elongated firelight illuminates the glass tubes, the alchemy platform composed of metal tanks, vats, heating vessels, and immersion furnaces, as well as the shelves stacked with bags of dried herbs, bottled monster organs, and mutant tissues.

A hunched figure was standing by the bookshelf, intently browsing through books such as "Mutations and Genes", "Secret of Mutations", "Demons in Blood", etc., from the collection of Nine Valley.

Another graceful figure stood in front of the test bench, repairing the oval-shaped broken gargoyle heart.

The flame of the heater jumped "sizzling", the green liquid in the huge measuring cup boiled "gurgling", and the man's unkempt breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Crack!" Kalkstein put down the book heavily, stroked the stubborn and proud lock of black hair on the top of his head,

"What a genius idea..." He was amazed,

"These abundant and detailed experimental records just make up for our inability to carry out in vivo experiments, especially the dozens of mutation-inducing substances recorded in the book, and their related negative reactions, which greatly inspired me...I can now Make some targeted adjustments to eliminate the adverse mutations in Qingcao decoction."

"This saved us at least ten years of work!"

The master alchemist shook his body as if he was having an epileptic seizure, and the two thick dark circles around his rice-grain-sized eyes also trembled together.

"My brain seems to be electrified, and endless inspirations come out. Flying Lion Monster decoction, Snake Pie decoction... The elements are on top, and I have thought of at least four new and improved routes!"

"I am sure that within three months, I will improve a safe and reliable green grass decoction. Although the efficacy is not as good as the original formula, it is worse than life-threatening." The master alchemist looked confident.

Rita Nieder's face brightened. Is the long-term effort finally reaping the fruits?

"By the way, who is the author of these books, Thomas Molu? Can you recommend me one or two?"

"Sorry, he has been dead for more than 100 years, you can only go to the cemetery to worship him." The sorceress put down the gargoyle heart in her hand and shook her head lightly.

"Heaven is jealous of talents!" Kalkstein shook his head sadly, as if it was his relatives who died.

"What does the master think about this second mutation? Is there any room for improvement? Is it possible to replace the grass trial and directly designate it as the first mutation?"

Hearing the words, the alchemist raised his thick and messy eyebrows, and glanced displeasedly at her plump chest,

"Stupid woman, nutrients are bypassed by the brain and absorbed elsewhere? How could you come up with such outrageous thoughts, use your brain well, doing so is tantamount to creating a new herbal decoction, the risks far outweigh the benefits..."

"I respectfully call you a master," said the sorceress's blue eyes, which were slit into a dangerous light, and her face was covered with frost, "It doesn't mean that you can insult me ​​at will, and now I warn you for the last time, don't hold back your words, be careful -"

"Well, that boy Roy is so fascinated by you, he will definitely listen to you... But I have a beginning and an end, and I will never give up halfway if I don't make achievements!" The alchemist took a deep breath, squeezing his dry cheeks. Make a false apology, "Sorry, Ms. Rita, I have a straightforward temper, especially when I am doing research, I speak without emotion, and it is easy to accidentally hurt my companions. Just pass my nonsense as a fart."

Only then did the sorceress turn pale.

"Back to the topic, improving the green grass potion and researching high-level vampire decoctions have taken up all my time, and I don't have extra energy to spend on the third item 'Secondary Mutation'."