God-level Demon Hunter

"I wanted to help him..." Trissy said guiltily, "I thought I could relieve him of some pressure."

"Stupid!" Rita Nieder yelled, and several witchers were taken aback, and couldn't help but take a step back.Geralt even began to think about whether to go to the dreamer lady first.

"What is your relationship with him? Why do you risk your life to help him? Why do you ask him to run so far behind your back... From the city gate to the castle, are you disabled or frightened? Don't blush, Don't sigh, and don't wriggle around in your chair!" Rita Nieder was aggressive, her eyes frighteningly cold.

"I," Triss said with difficulty, her face pale, she clenched the corners of her skirt, "I am a comrade-in-arms relationship with him! He even saved my life, he is my savior!"

"Come on! Do you think I can't see your true thoughts? Do you think I'm still that naive and silly girl?" Rita Nied shook her head, "Give up those wrong thoughts and illusions! Let me tell you clearly, He already has a woman!"

"Do you think he has a crush on you because he stared into your eyes and saved your life?" Rita Nieder said firmly, as if she was saying to herself, "He's just using you!"

Triss shoulders trembled.

"Or did he confess his love to you and had intimate contact with you?" Rita Nieder's tone was a little nervous.

Triss was silent.

"Even if there is, it's just a dewy marriage, try something new!"

Triss continued not to answer.

Rita Need was enraged, flew into a rage,

"He is my man, a man who belongs only to me! I am not generous enough to allow other women to harass him. Even if his whereabouts are unknown, I will not allow you to think about him, and I will not allow you to admire his noble personality! Understand? ?”

"Ms. Rita, you'd better not scare an important witness like this. I think the top priority is to find Roy." Serrit reminded, and the sorceress still stared at Triss for a long time before sitting down again with a cold snort. Next, "Triss, continue talking, what happened after entering the castle?"

"Entering the castle, we searched the halls, but there was no sign of Ciri, and then went up to the second and third floors..." Triss took a deep breath, swallowed, and temporarily put everything back in her mind, "Then ,I forgot……"

She rubbed her messy red hair in distress, "I don't remember what happened on the third floor."

"Don't be kidding me!" Rita Nieder sarcastically said, "Did you not completely transform your magic, and your brain was blocked by chaotic energy or something? Memory fades, and you suffer from Alzheimer's disease?"

"No, no, I can't remember." Triss squeezed the corner of her skirt with one hand and trembled with her fingertips, rubbing her temples with the other hand, with a painful look on her face, "I forgot something important! "

"Triss, take a deep breath, and relax." Serrit cast a reproachful glance at Rita Nieder, "We believed you...we found bruises on the back of your head when we checked, and someone knocked you out."

"Now it seems that it's not just that, they also tampered with your memory, making you forget everything that happened on the third floor of the castle." Serrit glanced at the red-haired female sorceress with a little pity, "And the nearby venue was destroyed. Unusually clean."

"We all know how difficult it is to influence a warlock's sanity. At least a mage of the level that Geralt was fighting with couldn't do it."

"What if he is good at tampering with memory?"

"He's deadly to Geralt. Why didn't he just kill Triss and try his best to tamper with the memory? Can't we just pity him? I think someone else took Roy away."

Oakes and Lambert asked a series of questions at once.

However, the clues that everyone had were very few, and they couldn't discuss why. They couldn't imagine who else would appear in the castle at that time except for the mage spy.

"Can memories be restored?" Aiden interjected.

Rita Nieder turned her eyes to Triss, her towering chest trembled rapidly, she hated the pitiful appearance of this red-haired bitch the most, it was obviously her fault, why was her man missing?

"I will discuss and research with Master Kalkstein. Of course, it involves sophisticated brain and memory, which is quite tricky. Triss has to cooperate with the whole process, just as atonement!"

"All the circumstances are enough to show that you have dragged him down, and you must make up for it. Until you find him, you should stay in Gawain's House obediently. Even if the Brotherhood of Warlocks calls, you don't care about it!"

"In addition, the advisory job of the Royal Council of Vizima - resign!"

Atonement?

But Nilfgaard's cavalry hasn't stopped yet, so I just stand by and watch?

Triss has not contacted King Foltest since she was rescued, and even reported her safety to Kayla Metz.

If he kept silent, he might be mistaken for having died in Sintra.

Triss lowered her face and took a deep breath, just about to refute,

A throbbing pain and guilt surged inexplicably in my heart.

Well, for Roy.

She nodded silently.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"In addition, we should find another way to find Roy's whereabouts." Kaiyan's scarlet eyes flashed with wisdom, "Since there is some kind of bond between Golfin and him? Why don't we use this Some divination about his whereabouts?"

"Have you forgotten, buddy?" Lei Suo shook his head and sighed, "Imp is very special, born with anti-detection magic, cannot be divination, and will never be mind-reading."

"There's nothing wrong with trying it out."

The atmosphere became a little depressed again.

"Cheer up, everyone!" Vesemir clapped his hands suddenly, and said loudly, "The old man is very accurate. Our chief prophet is not so easy to die. Although he is temporarily absent, the daily work must continue."

"Tomorrow, Lambert's second mutation will proceed as usual. It's time to prepare the herbal decoction for the four children and the predrug for the seven new children."

"No, I'm sorry, I...I can't do it." Rita Nieder suddenly covered her chest, gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed sickly, and her tone was sad, "I'm really not in the mood to preside over the ceremony until I find him .”

She came to the fraternity also because of Roy.

She really didn't know, without Roy, what reason would she have to stay?

"I can't do it." She murmured, the sweet time in the past inexplicably appeared in front of her eyes, and tears rolled down her crystal cheeks uncontrollably.

"Rita Nieder, you are a strong woman, you cannot be knocked down by a little difficulty!" Lei Suo comforted, "When he comes back, he will be proud of you."

Seeing the other party's sad appearance, Triss felt a little joy in her heart, but it was quickly replaced by the shame and guilt in her eyes.

"Buff... breathe... well, I'll do my best."

"Your Excellency Gawain and Your Excellency Chapelle will also send people to look for Roy." Serritt added, "They made a lot of money in the war in Cintra."

……

By the dry river bed, the old castle.

"You're a trash who doesn't accomplish enough and fails!" Vigfortez scolded the scar-faced man in front of him, "Such a god-given opportunity, why did you bring me back a scar?"

"Leans, let me tell you, you not only lost that girl, you also lost my trust in you!"

"Master Wei Ge, please calm down...there is a reason for what happened." The man in mercenary attire, brown hair, wet eyes, and pointed nose begged, "This failure was caused by a white-haired demon hunter. His skill surpasses most demon hunters, in order to catch the little princess, I almost risked my life!"

He pointed to the hideous scar from the forehead to the chin on his left face, his eyelids trembled, and he felt lingering fear.

"If I hide any slower! You won't see me today."

Wei Ge got up suddenly when he heard the words, and paced around the study room a few times.

A white-haired witcher.

At that time, when Emhyr Enris, the emperor of Nilfgaard, was still the hedgehog-headed Urchion of Illenwald, he led the other party to participate in the son-in-law election ceremony held by Calanth for his daughter Paveta.

And the white-haired witcher helped them indirectly, so he naturally still remembers it vividly.

"Geralt of Rivia, didn't he give up Ciri's custody long ago, but he just came to join in the fun at this juncture...Whether it's human or mutant, it's really duplicity."

"You think the witcher took the princess away?"

"I've seen the white-haired man look desperate, and I'm sure that someone else took the princess away." Reigns' black eyes flashed thoughtful, "When I left the castle, a team of heavily armored soldiers with strict formation The cavalry are charging the drawbridge, not undisciplined looters."

Vigfortez's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood that the emperor of Nilfgaard must have sent someone to find his daughter.

Whether public or private, he has reasons to do so, but if Ciri has already arrived in Nilfgaard, his secret line there should also send back news.

"Riens, I'll give you another chance to search for the whereabouts of the princess along Sintra, Upper Soden, Anglin, and Brugge. But pay attention to concealment, and don't make it known to everyone."

"Obey!" The scar-faced man bowed respectfully, heaving a sigh of relief.

"By the way, pay attention to safety." Vigfortz said, "The Nilfgaardian army has already marched towards Soden, so don't be caught in trouble."

Another big fight is coming.

Wigfortz didn't get nothing either.

The three bloody days that followed Nilfgaard's capture of Cintra shocked the North.

The four major kingdoms and more than a dozen small countries suddenly felt a common hatred for the enemy, and they had already begun to summon allied forces to jointly defend against foreign enemies.

And at the end of the war, the Black Armor Army used the army mages to break through the city wall of Sintra, which was regarded as a serious threat and provocation by the Northern Brotherhood of Warlocks!

Vigofortez's proposal to unite the Brotherhood of Warlocks to support the north was successfully passed.

He straightened his collar.

It was his turn to shine.

……

Chapter 5 Snowrun

The soft light blue morning light enveloped the quiet town of Ximu.

Farmlands and logging camps are empty.

Most of the townspeople are still fast asleep.

Fryn and Roy had already enjoyed a hearty breakfast with meat and wine.

The demon hunter originally thought that he would start a new life in another world in Ximu Town, but Frien used "sign language" to sign for a long time, and asked him to accompany him on a long trip, just as he was looking for a suitable "mount" to solve the language barrier The question was answered.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he cannot domesticate the law-abiding citizens in Ximu Town.

The two put on the yellow-brown fur armor and leather boots, the tattered sheep horn helmet, and the rolled-edged sword gifted by the sawmill owner Gordo, dressed like experienced Nord men, and left the town along the road. Follow the northern official road to Xueman City.

The landscape of the entire plain gradually unfolded in front of my eyes.

Brookwood Town and Snowrun City are located in the south of Skyrim Province.

The climate is warmer than the northern region that Roy is familiar with. The wilderness is lush with lush shrubs, beautiful lavender mountain flowers, spiky grass with long and narrow white leaves, and purple-blue wheat-like lavender swaying in the wind.

Here flowers are blooming and weeds are overgrown. From time to time, you can see a clear stream flowing through the yellowish mud, mud crabs patrolling on the pebbles, and Nirn roots stretch their bright green leaves against the water bank.

Occasionally, the fox hiding behind the stone poked its head out and glanced at the two people walking side by side, as if asking where the idiot came from, then chirped and had fun on the plain.

"It would be great if there were no infighting between the Empire and the Stormcloaks in Skyrim, and no dragons invading..." Fryen rarely met such an excellent audience, and he vented his thoughts, "I can find a way to stay in Xueman, Enjoy the pleasant climate here that is almost like spring all year round.”

He said worriedly,

"After all, I'm done. It's time to find a woman to marry and settle down. If I continue wandering, I'm doomed to be single for the rest of my life."

"Golden-eyed brother, I can tell at a glance that you must be single, and you haven't tasted a woman yet, have you?"

Roy couldn't understand Imperial language at all, so he could only nod pretending to understand.

The other party obviously enjoyed the atmosphere of talking to himself.

"When we have a chance, let's go to the tavern together and try it?"

"By the way, you are the man with the most outstanding skills I have ever seen. You eliminated an imperial soldier with three moves and two moves...Although Laluofu is talking loudly, he is definitely not as good as you in actual combat!"

"This kind of skill, if your skin color is darker, you will look like a Redguard who moved here from Hammerfell."

"Ok?"

"The Redguards are not weaker than our Nords in melee combat ability. They are very good at using swords. It seems that they have some powerful swordsmanship inheritance..."

Roy couldn't bear to look at the talkative dragonborn, and two words appeared in his pupils.

"In short, there is no repayment for saving your life. I will find a way to let you gain a firm foothold in the sky! To be precise, we will cooperate to get the right to buy a house in Xueman City!"

"Maybe bring the news to Lord Balgruf, and he will reward us generously!"

……

Intermittent one-sided chatting.

The sun gradually rose above their heads.

Not far from this straight official road, a magnificent city appeared, built on a rocky mountain.

The faint golden light sprinkled from the sky covered it with a layer of gauze, and the ancient city wall stood proudly in the clear light, full of tranquility and vitality.

But in terms of sophistication, it is completely incomparable with Vizima, Oxenfurt and other cities built on the ruins of elves.

Shengdi Town, Ximu Town, and Xueman City, where the two are about to arrive, all look rough and primitive compared to the buildings in the previous world.

At the foot of the city hill, a huge stable stands among the green grass.

The owner of the horse farm is chopping alfalfa with a guillotine to prepare food for the horses.

Roy glanced casually,

Most of the horses here are short-footed horses with thick manes and ugly and cute.