God-level Demon Hunter

"Magic training can't erase human nature, what changes everything is too long time." Rita Ned hugged the little witch from behind again, put her chin on her shoulder, guilt flashed away from her eyes.

And Roy sighed, "Casca, how many more years do you have to study in Arethusa?"

"I... I'm only in the third grade. I have to finish at least five years of basic courses, and ten years of advanced magic training." Casca wiped her cheeks with her white and soft hands like a rag. Obviously, her old calluses were also the same. The hunchback was transformed by magic together.

"I heard that you have to serve the Academy of Magic for two or 30 years after graduation?"

"Students who enroll for free will sign the 'sell contract' and work for decades under Principal Tishaya and Vice-Principal Margarita. That doesn't include me." She turned her face gratefully and rushed to post Looking at her sorceress, she smiled, "Sister Rita helped me pay the annual tuition fee of [-] kroner. So I am free. As long as I want, I can stop my magic studies and leave Arethusa at any time."

The witcher looked at Rita Nieder questioningly. The other party had never mentioned this matter to him.

Why secretly fund Casca?

The sorceress naturally took his arm, her azure eyes flickering with memories,

"In the past, I wanted to train a primary school girl, and when she achieved something in her studies, she would assist me in research. After all, in this world, there are no more magic apprentices who are as kind and simple as Sister Casca Too much, most of the children who go to school for free have a miserable childhood...their personalities are either bitter and hateful, or extreme and narrow-minded, and what's more, their psychology is twisted and twisted...maybe they can't be cured for a lifetime."

This is the so-called unfortunate person who spends his whole life healing his childhood.

"My sister's cute personality is very likable and trustworthy. Not only me, but also the teachers in the college appreciate her."

Kaska lowered her head in embarrassment after being praised, and kneaded the corners of her skirt.

"But later, after you called me from Kerak to Novigrad." Rita Nied let go of the catkins that bound the girl, and straightened the man's collar naturally, "still looking for the caster , first Kalkstein, then Ms. Evelyn, Triss, and now Yennefer is also here, although he hasn’t joined the brotherhood yet, but he is at least half of them.”

"Since you have plans in this regard, and you want to recruit spellcasters to realize your ambitions, then as your woman, I will naturally help you solve your problems."

"Don't you think?" There was a smile on the red lips, "Casca is definitely suitable for joining the fraternity!"

this moment.

Suddenly, the demon hunter was in a trance, feeling that everything around him had gone away, light and sound had disappeared... Only the woman with fiery red lips was smiling at herself.

It turned out that she had been secretly helping her where she didn't see it.

It seems that a warm spring flows through the slit of my heart.

He quietly squeezed the sorceress' hand.

And Casca smiled reluctantly, sniffed, put her hands on her chest, and asked expectantly,

"Sister Rita said that there are many children at Gawain's House, blacksmiths, alchemists, and a griffin. Is that true? Can I go and see? Where can I live?"

"You are always welcome to Gawain's House. But Casca," Roy took a deep breath, counting the time of the coup on Shaned Island in his mind, "at this stage, you'd better continue to lay a solid foundation in magic at the academy, and then study a little bit more. Up to two years. Of course you can travel and relax anytime!"

The sorceress nodded to the little witch.

"En!" Casca's eyes ignited new expectations.

To Novigrad, to be by his side, to see him often.

I am also satisfied!

……

"Okay, I have no reservations about you... Shouldn't you also explain to me... You, Aden Posada, a farmer's son, how could you be pregnant with the blood of the ancients?" Rita Need Looking deeply into his eyes, as if to see through his heart,

"Ancient blood?" Calanthe suddenly realized, "No wonder Ciri said she had a wonderful feeling for you at that time! No wonder the three of us can travel through space together."

"Grandma, do you mean that Roy is a relative of my family?" Ciri looked at the witcher without blinking, her mouth was pursed, and a look of worry appeared on her fair and delicate face, "I won't have more than one inexplicably." uncle?"

"I don't want such a mischievous niece like you!"

The witcher slapped Ciri on the forehead, he couldn't bear to deceive women anymore.

"My ancient blood is different from the two of them," he looked at Rita Nied seriously, "I once devoured a whole body with Leso in the Smailk mine tunnel in the Mahakam Mountains. The blood of the sun. Because of that magical herb, an ancient blood was born in my body."

"Later, following the guidance of my bloodline, I went to the Brokleon Forest and drank the water of Brokleon with Ciri and Geralt, and that trace of ancient blood became stronger."

"So, my blood belongs to the day after tomorrow."

"Whether it's innate or acquired, being able to travel through space with the ability of blood," Rita Nieder's eyes flashed with envy, "is quite remarkable, and few demon hunters can do it!"

"It's just that I didn't expect to have such a wonderful and violent reaction when I came into contact with Ciri and Calanthe... The power of the three bloodlines seems to be blended together!" Roy glanced at Calanthe and Ciri, " I just thought of Coral and... Casca, and sent it over immediately."

"I met Halma and Caris!" Ciri said.

"It doesn't have to be a person..." Calanthe added, "Places you've been to are also fine. Didn't we just visit Soden's castle?"

……

"Wherever your heart desires, whether it's a person or a place, it's here in an instant." Rita Nieder, with beautiful eyes, admired, "Even if it's the legendary master of magic who captured Dijing, Geoffrey Monk, is reincarnated." , and there is no such miraculous teleportation ability. Have you ever tried to take someone to teleport?"

"The number of experiments is quite limited." The demon hunter shook his head,

"Master Roy, I don't have time for dangerous teleportation," Calanthe said worriedly, "After returning to Skellige, I will not initiate the teleportation until the child in my stomach is born. Feel dizzy?"

"And by doing so, won't my youngest daughter be exhausted and cause any sequelae?"

"That's right, for the sake of safety. Then after this time, don't use it for now."

A strange picture suddenly appeared in Roy's mind.

two months later.

With his left arm, he was holding an unexpected daughter in swaddling clothes, and with his right hand, he was holding a little girl.

Travel around the world as you like.

……

"Grandma, Roy," Shirley's green eyes flashed with concern, "Should we go back? Ms. Yennefer will punish me for drawing two thousand times!"

"You send them back first." Rita Nieder understood quite a bit, stepped forward, and approached the witcher.

As soon as Roy felt his lips moist, he was imprinted with lipstick.

"Goodbye, Roy..." Casca stood side by side with the sorceress, and waved to the witcher.

He held the pregnant woman Calanthe with his left hand and the little girl with his right hand.

The three of them closed their eyes at the same time.

next second.

There was no wind in the room, and there was a blinding white light. The air reflected sunlight like broken glass, and dust filled the air.

click...

The three shadows in front of Coral and the little witch all turned into phantoms.

"Sister Rita, I'm going to the library!"

Kaska waved her fist with a firm expression.

"Ok?"

"I have to speed up the progress of magic learning, and try to help you one day sooner!"

Chapter 31 Overcast

"Roy, what is the purpose of setting up this fraternity and gathering more than a dozen witchers, sorceresses, alchemists, and a group of orphans?" Yennefer leaned on the railing of the balcony and stared at the distant view of the castle. The boundless sea, the cold wind blowing in the wilderness made her hair flutter like dark clouds behind her head, and the beautiful curve from shoulders to waist and hips was like an undulating mountain.

In the room behind her, Calanthe, who was wearing a loose cotton coat, was reading "Love Words for Children" attentively by the light of the fireplace, while Ciri pouted her buttocks like a little hen, circling around Looking for the meeting point of magic power in the four corners of the room, magic aura flashed on his body from time to time.

"It's very simple." Roy folded his hands under his chest, leaned his back against the guardrail, looked at the grandparents and grandchildren in the room, and curled his mouth, "Let demon hunters survive and develop in this world."

"Haven't you already done it? Gawain's House has given birth to several new witchers, and everyone's life is not bad." Yennefer's violet eyes glanced at Roy, "What's next? What's your plan? "

"There are fewer and fewer monsters in this world now, and there is no need for too many demon hunters."

"And the number of you is still increasing. Is it possible that the newly born demon hunters will become mercenaries in the future, or will they form a gang organization to parasitize on the flesh and blood of merchants and peddlers?"

"Who stipulates that demon hunters must fight and kill, or cheat? They can't do business, and can't use what we have learned to be a blacksmith, pharmacist, or swordsmanship teacher?"

Roy shook his head and said, "Besides, if a new force doesn't grow as soon as possible and become strong enough, it will be destroyed by this world sooner or later. We need more companions. Of course, don't worry, demon hunters are not ambitious and vain. Those who subvert the world structure, we develop our own power to protect ourselves. After all, in this world, most cities outside of Novigrad are still full of malice towards demon hunters."

Yennefer nodded, thinking of Geralt's cold-eyed encounters in his mind, "That's right, it's like Gawain's House is currently facing a crisis."

"What do you mean?"

"Lesso didn't inform you? A mage named Liens found Novigrad and was chased away by Lambert...but he and the forces behind him will never let it go until they find Ciri."

Roy raised his brows, hiding such important news from himself.

Those guys, go back and cook well!

As for Riens, Vigfortz's agent.

He passed by the other party in Soden's castle, but he didn't want this guy to come to him on his own initiative!

Then I will meet you for a while.

……

Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of Novigrad, there is the Seven Cats Tavern.

The sunlight through the window illuminated the simple hall and a round table in the corner. Two men dressed in neat leather armor, with long swords and daggers on their waists, and dressed as mercenaries sat facing each other.

"I got one of Butcher Cleaver's men drunk and got news out of his mouth," said a man with a turban, a hooked nose, and a thin jaw, in a low voice. "A few months ago, Butcher, Beggar Wang and Eternal Flame received a report that the demon hunter was engaged in human trafficking in the suburbs, so they rushed to the base of the demon hunter, an orphanage called 'Gauwen's House'."

The half-elf over six feet tall across from him pricked up his ears.

"It's in an alder forest less than twenty miles away from the Seven Cats Tavern. According to the witcher's cunning character and rich experience in wild survival, the woods must be full of traps. Your Excellency, you'd better not set foot in them lightly. .”

"According to the drunkard, there are more than fifty children kept in captivity in the yard."

"There lived ten mutants."

"Ten?" The half-elf stroked the black ponytail on the back of his head, his yellow-green almond eyes showed fear, and his face became gloomy.

"This was the situation more than half a year ago, and the number is definitely more than that now..." the hooked-nosed mercenary said firmly, "Why did the demon hunters build an orphanage for no reason? They must be doing evil things to train more mutants Man! But somehow, the butcher, the beggar king, and the magistrate were fooled."

The half-elf's strong body was projected onto the mottled wall, and he sat upright, "Where's the mutant's partner?"

The mercenary took a sip of the spirits, trying to moisten his throat, but suddenly his face changed,

"Damn bad luck, do you sell wine or juice?"

He turned around and glared at the hunched boss in front of the bar, but the other party ignored him and licked a cat that was wiggling his ass.

"You deserve the closure of this rotten tavern!"

The mercenary took a deep breath, suppressed his anger,

"In order to find out the relationship and details of the demon hunters, I sacrificed several brothers! You don't know, those guys are smarter than the foxes in the mountains, and their noses are sharper than hounds, but they can't hide anything from them .”

"My brother is only a little closer to their territory, but his whereabouts are unknown. The demon hunter must have used the seal to torture and extract a confession!"

"Pull out the radish and bring out the mud. My second and third brothers were implicated one after another and lost news."

"But don't worry, I never mentioned you to them. The witcher can't ask any clues."

"Look, for the entrustment, we came all the way from Limbu City, and lost three brothers in half a month."

The half-elf silently dropped a fist-sized gray leather bag, "This money will be used as a pension for the three sacrificed brothers."

The flesh on the mercenary's face trembled, and when he opened the bag, his pupils turned into the shape of a golden crown, and his cheeks smiled like chrysanthemums!

"Your Excellency is a straightforward person, so I won't hide it."

"The three major gangs in the city, the Beggar King, the Collector, and the Butcher have all signed an agreement of peaceful coexistence with the Demon Hunter... Among them, the Collector has the closest relationship with them."

"A considerable part of the operating expenses of the orphanage is provided by the collector, which is well known in the city council... He also hired two demon hunters as his swordsmanship instructors... There is definitely an alliance between the two."

The half-elf's fingers with thick knuckles began to tap on the table regularly.

The mercenary paused,

"The mutant's second collaborator is a bit alarmist - the largest force in the city, the Eternal Flame, is also inextricably linked to the demon hunters! To be precise, it is their sheriff."

"According to my investigation, the demon hunter once assisted Magistrate Chapelle in launching a massive crackdown on human trafficking. At least [-] human traffickers were arrested for him, cutting off many people's money."

"And the sheriff won the support of the people of Novigrad with this move!"

"After the Battle of Sodden Mountain, two more witchers assisted the sheriff in relieving refugees from Sintra."

"A brother of mine once stuffed a report letter into the donation box of Eternal Flame, like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no reply at all."

"What does this mean? Sheriff Chapelle and the demon hunter have long hooked up, and it's not just a simple interest relationship."

……

"Another obvious ally of the mutants is the Nuocheng dance hall, and even the blind can see it—the bards are desperately praising them, advocating the selfless deeds of the demon hunters, brainwashing the local people, They have a great relationship."

"The Geswald Pharmacy next door to the dance hall is completely owned by the witchers. A Zerikhan woman with tattoos on her face runs the shop for them. There are five or six best-selling potions on the shelves, such as men Everyone loves the energy potion! It’s like a hen that lays golden eggs.”