God-level Demon Hunter

On the second floor of the castle, outside a closed door, a circle of anxious people stood in the corridor.

King Bran wearing a thick bearskin cloak, queen Bierna who has carefully put on makeup and her face is shiny with rouge, and son Svan Rij with two delicate beards.

Kratz Ancklet and a pair of children.

Black-haired and white-haired witchers.

And Shirley, who was dressed like a little lady in a light blue princess dress—muttered in her mouth, clenched and loosened her fists, and kept turning in the corridors, her emerald green eyes were like a forest blown by a strong wind , full of worries.

"Stop spinning, Ciri, I'm getting dizzy and getting more and more angry!" Kratz Ann Clayt grabbed his niece's pigtail with his rough hands, and his son Halma touched it. Touching the scar on his face, he joked,

"Shirley, it's not you who gave birth, so it's useless for you to be so anxious!"

"Hum!" The little girl snorted softly, and her slender fingers made a crisp sound, and Halma's left hand immediately covered her mouth uncontrollably.

"Ciri, you can be powerful, but don't use magic on your brother." Caris pleaded.

"Huh! Grandma is so old, you didn't hear her screaming in pain just now."

"And I finally got an aunt, and they both must be safe!"

Ciri walked over and held the big hand of the witcher with fluttering white hair on the other side of the corridor.

Halma heaved a sigh of relief, and lowered her head sadly. After Ciri learned magic from Yennefer, she could heal herself with one hand. How could she ask her to be his wife in the future?

"Ciri, what they said is actually right." Geralt stared at the door with dark cat eyes, stroked the girl's silver hair, and said comfortingly, "Calanthe has already had a childbearing experience... and her physical fitness has always been good , plus Ye's caretaker..."

Having said that, White Wolf couldn't help but smile.

He never imagined that there would be such a day when a majestic sorceress would turn into a midwife and deliver a baby for a queen.

However, she is also quite old, so it is not surprising that she knows some medical knowledge for women.

The little girl pursed her lips and nodded.

"Hiri is still calm, but that lord..." Svan Rij turned his gaze to the left of the gate. The black-haired witcher was sitting on a short stool by the corridor, looking up at the closed gate from time to time. , with a tense face and ears pricked up to listen to the screams inside.

Then he covered his face and took a deep breath, stood up and paced anxiously.

The tension is ready to come out.

That demeanor was like a father anxiously waiting for his child to be born outside the delivery room.

Several members of Skellige's royal family looked at Roy with complicated expressions. They had long heard from Calanthe that the witcher had entered into an accidental law with the child in his womb.

If it weren't for the Skellige people's belief in goddesses and destiny.

This daring guy has long been chopped into pieces!

"Whoa—whoa—"

Suddenly there was a loud and clear cry in the delivery room.

Everyone in the corridor immediately swarmed around the wooden door. Ciri stood at the front, her eyes staring like a pair of green lanterns, and she held her breath.

"Tattoo..."

Anxious footsteps.

"crunch-"

Door open.

Before the delivery bed.

Yennefer, who was dressed in soft, comfortable, clean white clothes, showed deep shock on her pale tapered face, her black curly hair swaying behind her head.

The violet eyes stared at the newborn in Calanthe's arms, full of surprise——

In the diffuse water vapor, and in the firelight of the fireplace.

The former Queen of Sintra, with a motherly radiance on her face, looked lovingly at a small and lovely baby girl in her arms——

Freshly cut umbilical cord, purple skin with white sebum.

"Haha! My good brother and sister! You have made a great contribution! Easter's bloodline has finally been continued!" King Bran stared at the baby girl with cloudy eyes, grinning from ear to ear, his hairy hands nervously wrapping the clothes on his body Wipe it up, "Bless you, Freya, this chubby figure weighs at least nine pounds, and she is worthy of being the daughter of the sea. Caris, how about giving her the nickname of Skelly Jay Sparrowhawk in the future?"

Caris was smiling with freckles all over her face, she was obviously lost by the little guy, she couldn't help nodding.

Calanthe turned his head and glanced at the crowd, and could only nod gratefully, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"This little guy has red lips and white teeth," Queen Bierna giggled, her eyes shining brightly in praise, "he will definitely be a great beauty in the future!"

"Woooo, aren't you talking nonsense, my aunt..." Shirley's small face was wrinkled, surprised and tangled, and she muttered imperceptibly, "Why is it so ugly, the skin is purple, covered with white almost dirty."

"Ugly girl!" Yennefer glared at Shirley like a hen guarding a calf, "Even if it is a god, it is impossible to be as beautiful as a fairy when it is born."

"You were much uglier than this little guy when you just left your mother's womb!"

"Ah? Don't scare me!"

"Get out of the way, Ciri, and let me kiss this cutie."

"Kratz! Your hands are so dirty, don't use your beard, it smells like wine and salted fish, and it's still stained with overnight food, let me kiss you, this kid is going to be sick!"

"Skellige's sons and daughters are not so delicate!"

"Whoa—whoa—"

"See, you are so ugly that the little guy is scared to tears."

Geralt frowned, and his eyes swiveled between Ye and Kratz, always feeling that they were a little too familiar.

"Hey, let me do it, I just drank strong alcohol and sterilized it." King Bran rubbed his big bear-like rough hands,

"Whoa—whoa—"

"Sorry, Your Majesty Bran, she doesn't seem to like you very much either. Geralt, don't stare so wide, be careful not to scare her!"

"Ciri, don't poke your aunt in the face! Stay away from her, watch out for chain reactions!"

Yennefer's frantic warning echoed through the delivery room.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively and extraordinary.

"Master Roy..." Calanthe turned around suddenly, and glanced at the demon hunter who was far away, with a look of anticipation and fear on his face,

"Why are you standing there, Roy, I didn't hear her calling you!" Ye looked like a guardian.

"Um, I..." The young witcher rushed forward upon hearing the call, staring straight at the ugly duckling with wrinkled skin and bald head, feeling an indescribable sense of wonder.

Joy, and fetters.

A secret but close connection appeared between himself and this little baby girl.

Obviously I haven't arrived yet.

But it is connected by blood with her.

The ancient blood began to cheer and resonate softly, and the witcher felt a little drunk.

Looking dazed.

"Master Roy..." Calanthe raised his sweaty face, a smile flashed in his emerald green eyes, "Can you name this child?"

"What?!" Everyone in the bedroom turned pale with shock.

A royal lady named after a witcher.

What was Calanthe thinking?

"Grandma, why did you ask Roy to name my aunt? Can't I come?" Ciri pouted unwillingly,

"Brothers and sisters, you have to think carefully, Master Roy has helped you a lot, but..." King Bran comforted softly.

The queen and the Kratz family shook their heads.

"Everyone, this is the will of fate, a fate that Goddess Freya will not violate!"

Calanthe whispered, she was obviously determined, and she lifted the baby to the witcher with a firm expression.

Strange to say.

As soon as the little baby girl got close to Roy, she stopped crying, blinked her big emerald eyes, giggled non-stop, and stretched out her chubby hand towards him!

The emerald eyes shone with nostalgia.

Obviously they just met for the first time.

But the baby girl seemed to have known him a long time ago, trusting the witcher in front of her without reservation.

Roy's left hand passed through the newborn's back involuntarily, protecting her head and neck and part of her back, and her right hand passed through the other side, protecting her hips and waist, and carefully lifted her up.

The fire flickered.

Suddenly, the baby girl turned into the girl in the vision that the witcher once saw——

Wearing a thin veil, his face is blurry, petite, with black hair, and pupils as green as a virgin forest.

The restless and boiling ancient blood calmed down.

Thanks to her unconditional trust, the ancient blood in their bodies blended like milk and water.

Roy obviously felt that he could easily mobilize the ancient blood in her body to strengthen the power of time and space.

"Her name is Eleni."

The meaning of beauty and luck in the ancient language.

The voice fell.

The invisible chain linked the heartbeats of the two.

The witcher was shocked, and the bond between him and the accidental daughter became deeper.

Close your eyes, in addition to the location, you can even clearly feel the other person's breathing, healthy heartbeat, and physical health.

"Eleni, do you like this name?" Calanthe quickly hugged her little daughter, and gently touched her chest with her fingers,

"Cuckoo..."

"My dear little daughter, you will be called Eleni Fiona Tursek Reanlun from now on..."

"Giggle..." The baby girl's cheerful and lively laughter filled the bedroom.

Everyone couldn't help smiling.

"Master Roy, thank you for your trouble!" Calanthe smiled at the witcher, "I named her, and you will take care of her more in the future to protect her life."

There was a warm bond in Roy's heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a clear voice,

"Eleni, my accidental daughter, my destiny, I will keep you safe forever!"

"I swear by the name of Roy the Witcher!"

No.20 Volume Supreme Shadow

Chapter 1 Reunion after a long absence

Early spring of 1265.

In the evening, a delicate sunset like a maple leaf bloomed in the sky, the air was humid and cool, and the shrubs and grasses along the road were covered with dewdrops.

The small and large carriages passed through a dark forest with excitement and hustle and bustle.

The team consisted of more than 50 teenagers and girls, wearing simple but neat linen underwear, fur coats, and carrying a blue canvas bag in their hands. The youthful faces with a little baby fat showed the excitement, curiosity, and tiredness of embarking on the journey.

The carriage was loaded with daily necessities such as quilts, pots and pans, and the wheels made a crunching sound as they rolled over the mud after the rain.

Some children sat on the scooter for a short rest.

A dozen or so sturdy demon hunters wearing wide cloaks and beast-like pupils walked on both sides of the convoy.

A knight with flowing blond hair led the horse and walked at the end of the procession.

The fingertips of the red-haired female sorceress riding on Wilt burst into magical aura from time to time, controlling a magic falcon to hover in the sky to watch.

Except for the old Moore couple, Mino, the female night demon Pasia, and the griffin beast Gorfin, who were unable to travel and stay in the fortress, almost all the demon hunters came out.

While Roy was sitting in a slowly moving carriage, the past more than a year past appeared in his mind.

After Skellige named the accidental daughter, he returned to Kaer Morhen and started the third Trial of Green Grass with the help of Coral.

Use wolf pie green grass decoction.