God-level Demon Hunter

"Ugly girl, didn't I say that you have the talent bestowed by the gods, while other poor people are not so lucky. You teach them that it is impossible for a mortal to pluck the stars from the sky! Save your energy , Spend more time on self-improvement instead of running around with those cubs all day long, or studying how to train little black dogs to pee standing up like humans, that's impossible, and you are abusing small animals!"

"You know all about it? But why is the magic I learned different from that of a witcher?" Ciri licked her lips, "The first lesson for Carl, Monty, and Arkham Torm before they mastered magic is called Meditation. They chat with colorful little tadpoles during meditation...the little tadpoles will get into their bodies and make a home. They will swim out when casting spells!"

"That's called chaotic energy, not tadpoles! And meditation is prepared for people with less than satisfactory talents. It's a shortcut to the end. Well, maybe it also has a part of the effect of calming the mind. But for Fayuan, it is not necessary. You don't need to meditate to restore magic power, you can directly draw magic power from the 'confluence point' of the earth, water, flame, and air! You have to remember that what a witcher masters is not called magic, but something that is much less difficult and powerful Fayin!"

"So, in the future, I can be more powerful than their hands breathing flames?" Hearing this, Ciri's emerald green eyes sparkled, and her smile was like a flower.

"As long as you learn from me obediently, within a year, you can surprise them!"

……

Embarrassed by the desire to challenge the Cintra Subjugated Princess, who was a demon hunter apprentice, she began to study hard.

Talented, she quickly learned more than a dozen basic gestures, movements and postures.

According to Yennefer's instructions, she also moved from the school dormitory to the luxurious double room in Geldorf District at night.

With the magic lamp, I studied the introductory textbooks prepared by Yennefer and her - "Dialogue on the Essence of Magic", "Natural Magic", "The Power of Elements".

After reading the book, the little girl yawned, and the sorceress hugged her like a doll in her soft arms, as if to prove that there was no unicorn in her bedroom, and Geralt had no chance to ride it!

In fact, the little girl fell asleep as soon as she was in bed.

The magic training consumed too much of her concentration and energy. She slept very deeply and died, completely unaware that the sorceress would get up in the middle of the night while she was asleep, and go fooling around outside.

……

The children of Gawain House noticed that the silver-haired and active little girl, who had just arrived, suddenly moved away and no longer lived in the dormitory. They were a little lonely, but soon, their attention was drawn to the blacksmith girl Yuna who joined the class. Attracted.

Girls often chatter around Yuna and ask questions, for example, why is she jingling in the blacksmith shop as a girl, for example, her breasts are not as flat as other girls' flat racetracks, but are thrillingly bulging like hills .

And several precocious boys always secretly looked at the more mature Yuna, including the boys who used to peek at Ciri, and the focus of their eyes shifted.

Once, Karl, who was training on the sidelines, saw that she was too fascinated, and he bumped straight into the plum blossom pile. A big bump appeared on his head and it took three days to disappear. He was laughed at by everyone for half a month.

Ciri was saddened by this for a long time.

"Hmph, a group of little bastards who love the new and dislike the old!"

The little girl made up her mind to follow the sorceress into the palace of magic.

……

"Go on, ugly girl, vort caelme, hold your hands in front of you, relax, and move on."

"Oh! Where are the water veins?" The little girl stomped anxiously.

"Water veins are everywhere, and control your temper!"

Shirley's palm stood awkwardly in front of his chest, and he burrowed into the bushes like a wooden man, "Ms. Yennefer...there are four of the four elements, why can I only draw magic power from water veins instead of Soil, fire, air."

"The nature of magic is different. Your power is too weak to draw magic from the soil; your knowledge of magic is too little to draw it from the air; your control is too weak, whether it is will or magic, so it is forbidden to play with fire and burn yourself! Otherwise ugly The girl will burn herself even uglier!"

"Whoa...I feel it, there's something there, right behind that flower!"

"Very well, keep calm and restrained, and move over slowly with small steps. Confirm its location and show me!"

"Right here!"

"Nice job! Can you feel the index finger start to twitch slightly? See it bend down, that's a sign of a magic junction, well, it's a water vein, for starters. Let's take it slow , capture it..."

"Can I absorb the magic power?" The little girl turned her head to look at the teacher, her green eyes eager to try!

"Wait, I have to confirm the concentration of magic power, damn it, stop!"

"Ms. Yennefer, witness the miracle!" The little girl clasped her hands in front of her and embraced a mass of blue water, the fluctuations rippled and reflected the golden light. She turned her head and laughed wildly, "I, Cirila Fiona Iron Leianlun announced this time that I successfully captured the magic power and became a glorious warlock. I am—the Demon Hunter Queen! Hiss—"

The sorceress anxiously hugged the dizzy little girl in her arms, blood gushed out of her nose uncontrollably.

"Ms. Yennefer, I'm so dizzy, woo woo...it's all blood... am I dying, and I'm going down to see grandpa?" Shirley's face turned blue, and he was shaking like a quail.

"Why is it the witcher queen and not the magic queen? Thanks to my hard work teaching you magic, you will repay me with insults?" The sorceress stuffed her nose with a piece of cotton to confirm that she was safe, and breathed a sigh of relief. She rolled her eyes again, "Ugly girl without a conscience! Why don't you tell me your last words?"

"Uuuuuuuu... last words? I, I saw a few pictures just now..."

The sorceress raised her eyebrows, her pretty face tensed, what's the matter?

The psychic phenomenon caused by the stimulation of Fayuan?

"I saw that mage with the scar on his face trying to arrest me! He's coming!" Ciri's soft voice trembled, and she grabbed the sorceress' hand tightly.

"What? He's there?!"

"Aiden and Lambert, and a man with a mustache and flowered clothes, with him!"

……

The setting sun fell into the horizon, and the sky fainted with a cloud of fire.

In a low house in the Novigrad civilian area.

Dandelion stood up straight from the chair, put on a belt, put on a coquettish floral coat and a purple iris hat, and waved goodbye to the swaying woman with her shoulders and shoulders .

The great poet walked quickly from the civilian area in the southeast to the Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall in the commercial area in the north across the narrow and cramped alleys with dirty water.

Recalling the previous happiness, he couldn't help humming a beautiful little song in a happy mood. He stepped on the beautiful sunset glow of the evening, danced around in a circle, and bowed to the imaginary beautiful woman in the air in front of him.

"Madam, your beauty is more dazzling than the bright moon and stars in the sky, just like a wonderful poem, how about I find a place where no one will disturb you and read it to you?"

"Ha ha!"

Dandelion stroked his handsome face and the well-groomed beard on his upper lip. His steps were brisk and full of energy. Since the opening of Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall, his life has entered a bright moment, and his business has grown bigger and bigger. There are more and more guests in the ballroom, and in just one year, the dance hall surpassed the Spear Cave to become the most popular recreational place in Nuocheng.

Not only did he get a generous income to support his extravagant pastimes, but he also had a fixed place to vent his dissatisfaction and lack of place to put his talents.

In the past year, he has created more than a dozen amazing poems and dramas. His reputation has spread throughout the entire city of Nuocheng, as well as the areas radiated and influenced by the forces of Nuocheng. Actors began to flatter him, and countless beautiful and noble women began to favor him, from the daughter of a peddler to a widow of noble status...

Although Priscilla kept a close eye on him.

But who is he, Dandelion, the man who set poetry and art as the ultimate goal of life, his quick wit saved the day and time again, and settled Priscilla's doubts.

In fact, women of all shades are one of his ultimate sources of inspiration.

In the past, he drank too much and lost his wits because he was so drunk that he thought that he was wholeheartedly bound to the female bard. However, he soon realized that his life would never be nailed to a tree!

He enjoyed the bliss that all men dream of, and these deep-seated pleasures fed back to him endless inspiration.

It's a positive cycle!

Haha!

The bard danced around and his smile grew brighter, but suddenly froze.

The light of the sunset shone on the men at the entrance of the alley, making their expressions even more gloomy.

"Master Dandelion, please forgive me for blocking you in this kind of place..." the leading man in a gray mercenary leather jacket said loudly, approaching him.

Even though Dandelion doesn't understand martial arts, he has been traveling with Geralt for many years, and he can see at a glance that this man is extraordinary in skill, amazing in momentum, and has a bit of mystery that can't be seen through. As for the two followers around him, they are ordinary. The ultimate jerk.

"But I really admire your poetry... When I heard that you opened a dance hall in Nuocheng, I couldn't wait to rush over here. I want to talk to you in person... But don't worry, if you Things are going well, the host and guest enjoy themselves, and it won't take much of your time."

"I like exchanging poems with like-minded people the most, but this place is really not an elegant place, which will affect my interest and development," the great poet stomped his feet, shook the mud off his boots, and slowly glanced over the three The faces of the people, the leader has moist black eyes, a pointed nose, thin lips, and an ugly scar on his face, "Let's change places and go to the dance hall to sit and chat in spacious, luxurious, and comfortable chairs! To show my sincerity, I will waive the tea fee for a few of you!"

"Don't be nervous, don't worry." Reigns took another step closer to him, so close that he could grab the great poet's neck with his hand, "How about listening to my question first?"

He made a look, and a gangster went straight past the great poet, blocking his retreat.

"Your poetry is unique, and it has created a whole new genre - praising mutants, wow... Such an act of blasphemy did not attract infamy, but the people of Nuocheng watched it with gusto. Your talent is indeed It has the magical power to turn decay into magic." He first admired it, then changed the topic,

"Then I'll be blunt. I'm intrigued by the character you sang in "An Unexpected Journey"—a white-haired witcher... Anyone who has studied poetry knows that poetry is based on reality. Originally created. You know him so well about his dancing swordsmanship, his character with a sharp mouth and bean curd heart, as well as his disturbed life experience and encounters. Presumably you and him are best friends."

Liens stared straight into the eyes of the great poet, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate his heart, "Then do you know where he is?"

Geralt?

Dandelion's eyeballs rolled, and he instantly understood that this guy must have no good intentions looking for his old friend.

Whether it's for the sake of the deep friendship, or the great cause of the dance hall brought to him by the witcher, he has no other choice.

"What is your name?"

"Riens... It's normal for a famous poet not to recognize me. You have many admirers, but I'm just a nobody... But can your kind and generous Lord give me a little help?"

"Sorry, I can't help," Dandelion shrugged and shook his head, "The story of this white-haired witcher comes from another bard. I became interested at the time, so I kept it in my heart and adapted a Fan. But in fact, I don’t know anything about the real identity of this white-haired guy.”

"Think about it, master..." Liens reached out his hand to his pocket, and there was a heavy bag in his palm, and he couldn't resist stuffing the money bag into the poet's hand.

Dandelion felt the weight of his palm, feeling contemptuous.

Well, it's not enough for a month's profit of his dance hall.

You want to buy yourself off with this little money?

"You must know him, otherwise why would you sing the praises of the witcher without relatives or reasons?"

"Once another master witcher saved my life, saved me from a gang of elf robbers, and he was seriously injured!" Dandelion said seriously, often performing grinding on stage. The proficient acting skills he has practiced made him immediately express a grateful expression. "Since then, I have vowed to change the world's bad impression of my savior, and to remove unwarranted charges for them!"

"The story is well written!" Reans' face became cold, and he removed the honorific title, "Dandrien, think about it again, this question is very important to you and me, where is the white-haired witcher?! If you answer honestly... I don't need to force you, I don't need to hurt your body, which is more delicate than a woman, you know—" He glanced at the pockmarked, wretched-looking little bastard behind him, little bastard He suddenly licked his lips hungrily at the great poet, "Some people are very interested in you."

The bard trembled all over, and he couldn't help protecting his butt, with an extremely embarrassed expression on his face.

He bowed his head in silence.

After struggling for a long time, he let out a long sigh, looked depressed, and confessed,

"I thought about it again... I remember that bard mentioned to me that the white-haired witcher often haunts the east of Aedirn, near the Valley of Flowers."

Liens frowned even more when he heard this, and a frightening smile appeared on his thin lips,

"Don't tell the truth? You are asking for your own death!"

Dandelion turned around and ran after hearing this, his hat fell to the ground in panic, and a bag of yellow coins crashed to the ground!

Click!

Reins threw a blue light at his back.Then he straightened his left hand and folded his index and middle fingers together.

In an instant, the great poet's body rose from the ground uncontrollably, and an invisible force grabbed his shoulders and hung him in the air.

Let him kick and scream.

Reins squeezed his little finger together again.

The voice of the great poet came to an abrupt end, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The instigator kept his left hand gesture and walked towards him slowly,

"If you don't eat the toast, then you will suffer more and learn a lesson!"

Five seconds later, the force restraining the poet's neck was released, but he was still suspended in mid-air, panting violently, hissing in pain, his left wrist twisted into a terrifying arc, the bones were about to break apart, and at the same time There was a rusty smell.

"You rotten crotch trash, you still want to play tricks on me and embarrass yourself?" Reins looked at him, his eyes were so cold that there was no emotion, and his tone was tired, "Now, I ask you to answer, if you don't cooperate , you are about to say goodbye to this hand of yours. I promise, you will never be able to play the lute with your nimble fingers in the future to hook up with a group of nympho good women!"

"I can easily tell whether what you say is true or false. If you dare to make up anything, if there is any slight hesitation, I will read your mind and brainwash you into an idiot and imbecile by the way, not to mention poetry. , from now on you won’t even be able to read a single word, and you can only sit in the mud all day playing with your own excrement!”

Dandelion was hanged in the air in a rather shameful posture, as if he was pouting his ass and defecating, his face turned red and then pale, and he nodded in fear.

"Okay, the white-haired witcher, the protagonist of "An Unexpected Journey", and the other protagonist, Ciri. Tell me about the whereabouts of the two of them, where they may appear, and what they are probably doing. Don't miss a single word."

"In Kevir and Povis, in the Feilong Mountains near the Arc Coast..." Dandelion muttered, his face almost collapsed, "a witcher academy named Kyle Siren."

Riens pricked up his ears and tightened his face.

Witcher Academy?It is possible.

"continue!"

"They're..." Dandelion bared his teeth suddenly, turned his gaze to the top of the alley wall, his eyes widened, tears of grievance welled up in his eyes.

"continue!"

"Riens," the great poet suddenly gave him a cold smile, full of sarcasm and pity, "you don't know who you've offended...you don't know who you've offended!"

"Son of a bitch!"

……

"Crack!"

There was a crisp glass breaking sound.

A glass bottle was suddenly thrown from behind the wall of the alley, and it precisely fell to Reins' feet and shattered.

The anti-magic metal dust that shone like stars instantly diffused into a mist, covering Reans' body.

Caught off guard, he exclaimed, and the chaotic energy around him flickered like a purple current, and then went out immediately.

The great poet who hung in the air let out an ouch, and fell face-to-face like a shit!