God-level Demon Hunter

Perception: 7

Will: 7

Charisma: 8

Spirit: 18

skill:

Law Source (Passive), Meditation Lv2, Frost Arrow Lv2, Frost Armor Lv2, Fireball Lv2...

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The other had lips as bright as rose petals and eyes as blue as the sea.

The sun made her red hair look like a dancing flame, and she was so beautiful.

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"Grandma Rita!" Ciri yelled maliciously after noticing the strange expression on the witcher's face.

The two people playing in the pond were attracted by the attention, and their eyes turned around.

Casca let out an exclamation, shrinking her head back into the pond like a tortoise.

But the sorceress smiled boldly,

There was a splash, and the water splashed in all directions.

Rita Needle climbed out of the pond.

Ciri stared intently at this great beauty. Her delicate skin and uneven figure were more beautiful than nymphs and marble statues, and more thrilling, like a mountain falling down and turning into a fertile field.

She took a comparative look at herself, then at grandma's swollen belly, and bit her lips tightly.

Ugh!

I can't do it at the top, and I can't do it at the bottom.

Almost at the same time, a black gauze skirt automatically covered Rita Nied's body.

"Roy, Ciri, and this is Queen Calanthe?"

She walked over step by step, subconsciously holding the demon hunter's arm, her long hair brushed against the demon hunter's cheek, exuding a unique fragrance, her bright eyes were full of curious inquiries,

"Do you believe me when I say it was an accident?" Roy turned his head and gave her an embarrassed smile. , and His Royal Highness Calanthe tried a new ability."

The queen held her belly and frowned, with a look of tiredness appearing in her eyes.

"New ability?"

"Things are a bit complicated." The witcher turned to the pond, with a half head protruding out and a pair of big black eyes secretly looking at it.

"Casca? Toya?"

"Roy! You, you still remember me?" Two small dimples appeared on the girl's round face, her eyes were flushed, and her clear voice like a lark was full of surprise and a hint of sobs.

"We pulled the check at the beginning."

"Come up, Casca, and meet the elder brother Roy you've been thinking about and made a promise to!" The sorceress looked at the man beside her with a half-smile, but a spark of fire flickered in her eyes.

The latter tried his best to maintain a calm and composed expression, turning his face slightly to avoid her death stare.

The sorceress spared him for the time being.

"The queen seems a little tired, let's go, let's find a place to sit and have a good chat!"

Chapter 30 Farewell to Casca

"Then please, Coral, take good care of Calanthe and Ciri for me," the black curly-haired sorceress opposite the telescope sighed helplessly, "but don't let them stay too long, they must come back within today! Otherwise, I can't do business with King Bran—a pregnant woman and a girl were kidnapped by a witcher under my care, and Skellige's reckless man will stuff me into the shark's belly."

"I promise, Yennefer, let them go back this afternoon, not a single hair will be lost!" Rita Nead covered her red lips and chuckled, a small head with silver-gray hair protruded from her shoulder Drilling in front of the binoculars, emerald green eyes twinkled, and the corners of his mouth were grinning.

"Ugly girl! Don't run around anymore!" Staring at her with violet eyes, Ye folded his arms and sternly warned, "Bring your grandma and Roy this afternoon, and use your... the power of ancient blood to come back ! If you let me go over to treat guests in person...then your hands will be itchy and you will want to draw again, this time at least two thousand times!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The little girl shrank her neck in fear, giggled again, and rushed to the warm fireplace in the bedroom, lying on the sofa like a colt lying on the grass, with her chin propped on her left hand, looking around.

The young lady named Casca, who was not a few years older than me, was sitting on a sofa with her grandmother, looking at the witcher on the opposite sofa with watery eyes, and a blush appeared on Xiaoyuan's face shyly and timidly. .

And Roy's expression is also interesting!

The body is straight, the back is quite straight, but the buttocks are twisting slightly, and the smile on the face is as stiff as a statue.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Grandma Coral who communicated with Ye Naifa through binoculars.

Judging from the appearance alone, the witcher and the little girl are not very old, the man is full of vigor, and the woman is delicate and lovely, just like a pair of lovers.

Shirley's eyes shifted, he kept nodding, and with a sullen little face and a knowing expression, he asked a seemingly casual question——

"Is she your girlfriend? Roy!"

At this moment, the pause button seemed to be pressed in the air. Casca's pupils shrank and her mouth grew slightly. Coral turned off the binoculars, and her gaze turned around.

And Calanthe caressed her belly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved, watching with great interest. As someone who had been there, she could certainly see that the relationship between the witcher and these two women was not normal.

It's just that he didn't expect that the person who pointed out the country in front of her and East would have such an embarrassing day.She was happy to see this guy deflated, so she just took it as a joke to raise her baby.

The witcher showed a rather forced smile,

"Shirley, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!?" After a full five seconds, Roy pinched the little girl's cheeks angrily, and pulled his hands to the sides, making her delicate face into a bun. Pushing her back so that the Ancient Blood wouldn't be stimulated, "What girlfriend! Kaska is my good friend, understand? Just like you and Caris and Halma!"

The little witch patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief, but there was also a trace of regret in her eyes.

During this period of time, Casca had learned from her sister Rita who had been helping her that Roy and she were the only couple.

She woke up from the fantasy.

And Coral turned off the binoculars, turned around, leaned on the back of the chair, put her chin on the back of her hand, and stared at the two of them with blue eyes without blinking, expressionless, looking like she was watching a show.

"Casca, haven't we seen each other for more than two years? Are you okay?" Roy pretended not to see Coral's gaze, and asked softly, "Are you still used to living in Arethusa?"

"Roy, I...I..." Casca suddenly became agitated, stuttering and choking, as if something blocked her throat, her eyes began to turn red, and two drops of crystals lingered in it.

She suddenly stood up from the sofa, turned around in front of everyone, showing a slightly green figure, with a happy and sad expression,

"Look! I'm healed, I've finally become a normal person, no one insults me, bullies me anymore! No one forces me to feed chickens, water flowers all day long, no one hits me with stones and mud! Yes Nice new clothes to wear, delicious food to eat better than most, and I've made so many friends! Woohoo... I can do magic!"

The slender and slender fingers of his left hand swiped across the air like plucking the strings of a lute.

Flames, water droplets, arcs...

The colorful magic elements changed at her fingertips, and the colorful light illuminated the ceiling of the entire room, as well as her cheeks stained red by tears.

She presented a beautiful magic show for the witcher.

"Does it look good? I will never forget the day you performed magic tricks for me by the pond, and the Gwent card you gave me. They made my gloomy life see hope for the first time!"

In her other hand, an exquisite playing card suddenly appeared in the empty palm - the face of the card was a woman with red hair and a red dress, as flamboyant and beautiful as a fire, with a mysterious aura lingering all over her body.

It was the Gwent card that the witcher had originally given her—Kedwin's magical advisor Sabina.

"It's all because of you, Roy...you saved my life and sent me to Arethusa. Without you, I would have been tortured to death by that couple! Or killed by the magic power of rampage!"

She said all the words in her heart in one breath, as if she had removed a boulder that had been pressing on her heart for many years. She heaved a long sigh of relief, and looked at the witcher with tears in her eyes.

"Roy...I've always wanted to see you in person again, and tell you - thank you!"

She stared at the witcher, and there was a hint of grievance in her crisp voice.

"But you haven't come here, and you didn't reply to the letter that Sister Rita sent for me last time! I thought you had completely forgotten about me...don't regard me as a friend."

At this moment, Calanthe sighed. The queen, who had a lot of experience in life, could see the tragic experience of this little girl at a glance.

And the smile on Shirley's face disappeared, inexplicably feeling that this sister was very pitiful.

And Shan Shan's eyes flashed a tinge of pity, as if she saw her past self in her eyes.

She strode over, hugged the girl into her arms, and caressed her smooth hair like a mother, her breasts were still wet with tears from bursting banks.

By the way, he gave the witcher a reproachful look!

"Didn't I come here? I'm just sorry that I came late." Roy sighed, he didn't expect his unintentional actions to leave such a deep impression on the other party's heart.

That shot was just a matter of effort for him, and there were even utilitarian factors in it.

It is really not worthy of such sincere feelings.

"But as your good friend, I'm very pleased..." Roy looked at the sobbing little girl and said sincerely, "You had a good time in Arethusa and successfully embarked on the road of magic. Not in vain."

"Besides, Casca, I want to congratulate you too."

"You just sat there and said?" Rita Needle raised her chin and snorted softly, "No other indication?"

Roy frowned.

Why does the coral seem to have eaten gunpowder?

How should I express, how dare I go one step further in front of you?

The witcher got up from the sofa, walked up to the two women, and glanced at Shan Shan, whose bright eyes contained a hint of encouragement.

He simply opened his arms.

The sorceress pushed the little witch over.

The little witch buried her face on his shoulder, took a deep breath, raised her head and stared deeply at the sculpture-like profile of the witcher, a flash of memory flashed in her bright eyes.

She'd wanted to do that a long time ago.

Leaning in his arms, he didn't say anything.

Just listening to his heartbeat and smelling his scent makes me feel extremely satisfied.

Casca, you have changed from an ugly and low self-esteem country girl rolling in mud and feces to a gorgeously dressed, beautiful and healthy magic apprentice in Thaned Island, the capital of magic!

You have used up the lucky quota issued by the goddess of luck!

You shouldn't ask for more!

You shouldn't hurt sister Rita's heart!

She said to herself repeatedly in her heart, but crystals welled up from the corners of her eyes.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the demon hunter's back turned white.

On the night of the full moon, by the pond, under the willow trees, the warm picture of side by side in the moon boat left her.

The longing in my heart turned into a bubble.

All she has left is memories.

"Woo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying! I don't want to cry, but I can't help it!"

"It's okay, cry, Casca."

The witcher hugged her warm petite body.

His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, and his right hand gently patted her back, like a brother hugging his sister, conveying tender care,

"You can start a new life in Arethusa and establish new ideals and goals. I am happy and proud of you."

Queen Cintra, who was sitting on the sofa, sighed.

It seems to recall the passionate years of my youth.

"I sincerely wish you that you can continue to work hard and struggle for a new life. But I want to remind you that if you become a master of magic who stomps your feet and the north will be shaken, don't forget to keep a A piece of goodwill, a piece of help to those who are in trouble.”

While talking, the witcher looked at Coral.

The latter had sparkling red lips and a glamorous pretty face with a trace of satisfaction.

This guy's actions are fairly honest.

"I swear, I will do it, Roy!" The little girl gave the witcher a big hug.

Then break free from his arms.

After wiping off the pearl-like tears on his face, his round face regained its calmness and strength.

Smile effortlessly.

"Sorry guys, I, a crybaby, made you laugh!"

"Children, innocent feelings are more precious than gold, and more memorable than wonderful poetry. Don't throw them away." Calanthe said meaningfully, taking a sip of the hot tea on the table, "It seems that the legend It is pure nonsense that training in magic will obliterate human nature. Now I feel more at ease in handing Ciri to Yennefer."