The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: Daughter of ancient blood

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The torch illuminated the narrow spiral corridor, and a male attendant in red with a ponytail and a white face led the witcher up the spiral staircase.

"Wait, where are you taking me? It's time to meet the queen."

Hasock turned around and stared at the witcher with quiet eyes, "No... your messy hair and tattered clothes are really not suitable to appear in front of the noble queen and princess, so I have to take you first Go get dressed."

As he spoke, he moved close to the witcher and moved his nose, then fanned the air in front of him in a effeminate manner, showing a slightly disgusted expression.

"With all due respect, you don't smell very good."

"How is that possible? I take a shower every day!" Unless he is in the wild with no village or shop behind him, Roy's emphasis on cleanliness far exceeds that of most demon hunters.

Compared to rough guys like Reso and the Oaks brothers, he can be called a mysophobia.

However, he sniffed his left and right shoulders, "Well... I sweated a lot during training this morning, but I haven't had time to clean it up... You can understand... The demon hunter's blade licked blood and had to pass Train to maintain good physical condition..."

"No need to explain, just follow me."

After the attendant turned around, he uttered a few words indelibly, "But you are so manly."

"Uh-" The demon hunter with excellent hearing stiffened instantly.

……

Roy's whole body was soaked in a bathtub full of foam, his neck was leaning against the slippery edge of the basin, and the pungent smell of soap lingered in his nose.

Amidst the crisp sound of "click, click, click", a pair of hard black scissors was wandering back and forth in his hair.

"The quality of your hair is so good!"

The barber's nimble fingers gently stroked the witcher's black hair, and the look on his face was like that of an artist who was creating.

"How about your hair, which just needs a little touch-up to match your face shape, and a ponytail?"

"It's up to you, just don't leave it too long for me." Roy sat nervously in the tub. His hair fell out after he passed the grass trial at the Meriteli Temple last time. Empty.

Then in just a few months, perhaps due to hormonal stimulation, it grew even longer than the neck, just long enough to tie a chic ponytail.

For this, Lei Suo also laughed at him.

"Witchers grow long hair? It's hot and uncomfortable, and it's easy to get lice."

"How can a bald person experience the happiness of a person with hair?"

Roy responded like this, and then Lei Suo ignored him for a whole day with a cold face.

"Okay..."

The barber put away his scissors and wiped the witcher's face and back of his neck dry with a piece of linen cloth soaked in Angelica dahurica tincture.

Roy stood up from the tub, took the towel from the attendant and wrapped it around his waist, then walked out of the tub, leaving wet footprints on the brick floor.

After he wiped his body and rested for a while, Hartsock came over and looked him up and down, then nodded and praised, "You look much more handsome now." He stretched out his hand again, "Shirt , underwear, trousers and tunics, and boots are all ready."

"So complicated?" Roy frowned, "But I want to wear my own clothes... Can you honestly tell me if this tunic is worn by women?"

"Please don't embarrass me..." Hartsock said expressionlessly.

The witcher struggled for a long time and slowly put on his clothes. The rough fabric and tight style made him feel like he was wearing a pair of heavy shackles.

"What should I do? I can't even kill a water ghost now!"

"Watch your words and don't be rude in front of the princess and the queen later." Hartsock said and handed him a delicate and small glass bottle.

"What is this?"

"Perfume."

"That's enough! Take it away, stay away from me!"

Eventually Hartsock gave in and the witcher did not spray the perfume.

"Now, let me teach you the basic etiquette of the Royal Court of Sintra. I will demonstrate it to you once, and you will do it again with me."

"No need." Roy said angrily. Leisuo once taught him these noble etiquette in Carbon Mountain.

……

After long and arduous preparations, the witcher was brought into a bright, luxurious room. Sitting on a golden nanmu bench at the top of the room was a majestic woman with a crown on her head and a golden waistcoat.

Beside the woman, a little girl in a white gauze skirt, red leather boots, stockings, and a hairpin stood quietly. She stared at the witcher without blinking, her eyes bright.

After a brief courtesy greeting, the two sides fell into silence.

The demon hunter looked at the little girl covertly with deep eyes.

"Sure enough, this little guy is her..."

Xili

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Identity: Princess of Sintra, heir to the throne of Sintra

Life: 50

Magic power: 150

Attributes:

Strength: 3

Agility: 4

Physique: 5

Perception: 4

Will: 4

Charm: 6

Spirit: 15

Skills:

Ancient Blood (Passive Solidification): The oldest bloodline of the Ain El clan. Those who inherit this bloodline will master all kinds of incredible powers. However, they are currently in the early stages of awakening and all abilities are uncontrollable——

Children of Time and Space: The heirs of the ancient blood can instantly cross distant spaces and enter thousands of planes at will... Occasionally, they can capture some fragments of the future through the long river of time and space, hysteria said like an explosion. Make a prophecy.

At this stage, it can only be activated at a critical moment of life and death.

Lucky: Her innate mysterious intuition not only allows her to avoid fatal blows in battle, but also allows her to intuitively choose the best option when faced with a major choice, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

Source Warlock: The heir of the ancient blood possesses unparalleled magical potential when she is born, but before she can go through systematic training and use spells, she will be repelled by magic - only when she encounters a critical situation. , the ability to control magic will be triggered suddenly.

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"Hiss...is this what the Wild Hunt is striving for?"

It comes from the ancient blood of Calanthe's ancestor, the elf sage Lara Doran.

Roy took a breath and tried his best to keep his expression calm. All kinds of unpredictable powers simply wrote four words on Xili's face - "Destined Protagonist".

Then, can you catch this ride?

The dark golden eyes continued to look at the older woman.

But Queen Calanthe has no spiritual energy fluctuations on her body, just like an ordinary mortal. Instead, the ancient blood in young Ciri is more conspicuous.

Through observation, Roy can sense the looming magic fluctuations in Ciri. However, most of her potential has not been activated now. She is in the primary stage and cannot yet control the ability to prophesy and travel through time and space.

If the ancient blood is inherited from generation to generation, Pavetta also has some unpredictable abilities.

"Roy, son of Lower Aedirn, disciple of Reso of Guleta, do you know why I summoned you to the palace?"

At this time, the queen's indifferent voice interrupted Roy's reverie.

"Your Highness the Queen, didn't you ask me to teach the princess swordsmanship?"

The queen shook her head and solemnly warned, "Ciri is still young. Practicing swordsmanship now will only hurt her tender body."

"I'm not that squeamish!" The princess next to her pursed her lips and opened her round green eyes.

Calanthe ignored Ciri, squinted his eyes slightly, and said condescendingly to the witcher, "I don't know what exactly attracted Ciri's interest in you. Originally, I couldn't let you be a lowly hunter. The demon entered the palace. But now I see that your behavior and appearance are not as unsightly as before."

"You did not do any evil during your time in Cintra, or contracted the bad habits of ordinary witchers. Therefore, I allow you to stay in the palace and look after Ciri with other attendants. Play with her, Make her happy."

"After Ciri leaves Cintra, I will give you a generous reward."

"Huh?!" The demon hunter looked stunned. This queen wants a demon hunter to be a nanny? "Do you have any misunderstandings about demon hunters? Our arms are good at sword dancing, but..."

"Not willing?"

The queen interrupted his argument rudely.

What kind of attitude is this? Asking for help and then acting like a charity? Discriminating against witchers? Prejudice against witchers? !

Roy said calmly and respectfully,

"No, it is a great honor for me to be with Princess Shirley——"

He lowered his head obediently, but he was thinking about something wrong in his mind, "Calanthe discriminated against me, so I trained her granddaughter. Well, it's fair. Besides, I can't make the same mistake as someone who can't live for a few years." The old woman cares."

The witcher glanced at the doll-like little girl, who smiled innocently with crooked eyebrows. ~IndoMTL.com~ Calanthe nodded, obviously very satisfied with the current-minded demon hunter. "I have another question. Do you know a white-haired witcher named Geralt?"

Roy shook his head and said nonsensically, "Actually, I just turned ten...sixteen years old, and I don't know many demon hunters."

Are you kidding? He doesn’t want to be implicated.

Calanthe was slightly regretful. If Geralt had not intervened, her good daughter Pavetta would not have married Downey, and naturally she would not have ended up dead without a body.

She hated White Wolf, but unfortunately he was so elusive that he couldn't be found at all.

"Okay, little girl, I can't wait anymore..." Calanthe stroked Ciri's mouse-gray hair lovingly, "This time you have to be obedient and don't mess around with me anymore!"

The little girl's face flushed with excitement, she suddenly took out a white handkerchief from her arms and threw it to the witcher,

"Come on! Dragon Slaying Warrior! I can't wait to hear your adventure stories!"