The Divine Hunter Chapter 16: Geralt’s transformation

After a heavy rain, the sky is clear and blue.

The sun hangs in the blue sky, and the crystal sunlight shines through the moist water vapor, refracting cascading colorful arcs.

A hazy and magnificent rainbow bridge quietly opened above Gawain's house.

It spans the entire orphanage, setting off the small and exquisite wooden houses surrounded by red sun bushes, like dreamy buildings in a fairy tale country.

Another beautiful and peaceful morning.

A group of students in the classroom followed Kyaane in reciting a sonnet about the witcher that Dandelion had recently composed before he left.

In the blacksmith shop, Vesemir gave orders to several blacksmith apprentices wearing pocket aprons and cotton gloves, their faces flushed by the furnace fire. On the wooden shelves next to them, there were items they had made by themselves. Not-so-standard scissors and hoe.

In the alchemy room, Leisuo was watching Vicki's three apprentices refining the evergreen "energy potion" from the pharmacy shop. The three children were not very young, but they had already independently refined marigold potions, energy potions, etc. for more than 100 years. Ten kinds of conventional potions, although the quality of the potions is not high.

Outside the wooden fence, in front of a few scarecrows wearing sack clothes with their backs to the alder forest, Seret pointed three farming and hunting apprentices to practice shooting with short wooden bows.

Ochs used to be by his side.

But currently the guy accompanied Dandelion to Toussaint and has not returned yet.

It is worth mentioning that Roy has handed over a deposit of more than 20,000 kroner to Serrit, and he has also taken care of the income from the pharmacy and dance hall.

Because Roy often works outside, Serret, the savviest in the brotherhood and good at arithmetic, inherited the role of financial controller.

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Beside the stables of Gawain's house, a shiny brown stallion grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth on it, and made a strange sound of "Put-Put-Put-Put." The shoulders, head, and arms of the black leather apron are arched.

The horse's long pointed ears stand up high, and the base of the ears sways vigorously from time to time, like buoys rippling with the water waves.

"Okay, Wilt... I know I've been neglecting you recently, and I shouldn't have left you to those naughty brats... I'm not going to give you extra food, but I'm going to give you a massage by the way." Roy patted you gently. Patting Wilt's face, he placed a wooden bucket filled with carrots, alfalfa, and green corn next to the sink. While he was eating, he used a pair of soft-bristled brushes to scrub his back, pulling away rows of white foam.

Wirt took a bite of the carrot, snorted happily, then put his wet nose to the witcher's face and breathed hot air,

"Have you forgiven me? A good and tolerant boy... Do you feel comfortable? Just call out if you feel comfortable."

"Pfft..."

Roy patted Wilt's neck and scrubbed it more professionally and diligently.

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Rita Nieder stood under the elm tree next to the stable, gazing at the scene with a smile. The breeze made her thin black lace dress and flame-like hair dance slightly,

"You raise horses and griffins, you really should be a druid instead of a witcher."

She rubbed the little head of the little tabby cat, Golfin, in her arms. The girl meowed in frustration and was buried in a deep ditch.

"Maybe, I will learn how to tame animals in the future..." Roy glanced meaningfully at the sorceress's sculpted body, "I heard that the druid studied the way of nature deeply, and in some aspects No worse than wild animals."

The sorceress raised her pointed chin, bit her red lower lip and said provocatively, "Now, here and now, do you need me to open a portal for you to go to Cade Du to find the Druid?" Ring? I want you to ask me for advice and surprise me when you come back?!"

"Well, we'll have to wait until I get back from my business." Roy turned around, and in the corner of the yard, Geralt, dressed in a mighty bear robe and carrying two swords on his back, walked straight towards them.

"Those boys made you angry again?" Roy glanced behind him with a half-smile. Four reserve demon hunter apprentices were scrambling to avoid the double arcs drawn under two weeping willows. pendulum.

"With Karl pushing us from the front... these brats feel they are a lot more sensible." Geralt shook his head, glanced at the two of them, and teased, "Is it convenient to talk now? Does it affect you? Flirting?"

Roy raised his eyebrows, took off his leather apron and put it on the stable fence, "Your Excellency Geralt of Rivia, when did you become so joking?"

"I was born like this! Well...recently that **** Eskar found a woman with horns, and he always likes to show off in front of me. Lambert also goes out early and comes back late, with a cheerful face. It is absolutely impossible to just To be a swordsmanship instructor for Gawain and the Sheriff's men, he must have hooked up with some decent woman. I probably had a little rejection reaction." Geralt shook his head, his tone slightly sad.

I think you are missing the moisture of women and are getting angry!

Roy thought to himself.

Livia's Pile Driver has been honest for a long time after joining the Brotherhood. At least Roy didn't see him flirting with women and releasing his nowhere-to-place charm.

So now the entire wolf faction, the old man, Lambert, and Eskar have all found girlfriends, leaving only Geralt alone.

It is indeed pitiful.

Roy suddenly glanced at the woman next to him, and Rita Nied smiled gently at him despite being surprised.

Geralt's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he took a deep breath.

"White Wolf, don't you just want to make a joke on me? Tell me what you have to say. What trouble have you encountered?"

Roy crossed his arms across his chest, and the sorceress quietly walked to him and put her arm around his.

Golfin seized the opportunity and immediately escaped from the deep ditch that was suffocating him. He meowed and climbed onto his master's head. His fat face was buried in his black hair that had just grown a finger, revealing a pair of amber-colored hair. His pupils timidly looked at the fierce sorceress.

The two faced each other, and a trace of confusion flashed across Geralt's face. He was silent for two seconds, then took a breath and spoke.

"Man... you mentioned the prophecy of the future to me last time in Kaer Morhen. Regarding the ending of Cintra, if I remember correctly, it is not far from the time when you foresee a large-scale invasion of Nilfgaard. Far away."

There was a hint of worry in his deep, magnetic voice.

Once the war begins, White Wolf's daughter of destiny, Princess Xili, who currently lives in Cintra, will inevitably be affected.

Geralt had to worry about her.

"It is now mid-August 1262, less than a year away. To be precise, in July 1263 next year," Roy stopped his smile and his voice became heavier, "The Nilfgaardian army will suddenly Cross the Amer Mountains, enter Ihrenwald, and invade Sintra!"

The first Northern War has officially begun!

"When the time comes, the vast area on the south bank of the Yaruga River, between the Alme Mountains and Sintra, will inevitably be devastated and all life will be devastated."

The sorceress on the side was stunned for a moment.

According to Roy's previous prophecy, she died in the Battle of Sodden Mountain after the Nilfgaardians invaded.

But everything has changed.

She pressed closer like water.

Roy continued, "The current situation is obvious. King Est Tursek and Queen Calanthe of Cintra have noticed unusual movements in Nilfgaard. The Southern Empire is in Amer. The troops are quietly stationed on the other side of the mountain range."

"As you said, even if I am not in Cintra, I have also found out some information privately. Recently, the Cintra royal family has invited envoys from many countries to discuss countermeasures," Geralt said with a solemn expression. As far as I know, there are Verden, Kairak, Sidaris, Brugg, Skellige Islands...Lyria and Rivia...etc."

This group of people also included Archduke Raymond of Toussaint. The ruler of the "Fairy Tale Kingdom" left his wife Anna Henrietta behind and went to Sintra alone for a meeting. The defense behind his home was empty. This gave Dandelion an opportunity to take advantage of.

"The situation is not optimistic." Geralt said.

"But this meeting basically achieved nothing..." Roy sighed and patted Wilt's neck. Gelfin immediately followed his hand and jumped onto the back of his old friend, squatting on its forehead. Shake his tail.

"According to the future scenes I have spied, Cintra will eventually face Nilfgaard's black cavalry alone."

"All the kingdoms in the north are unaware of the seriousness of the problem." Roy shook his head. "They are all betting that the soldiers of Nilfgaard's army are a group of weak and incompetent rabble who will fall down in the wind... ”

"Nilfgaard seems unable to break through Cintra's defenses."

"Is this the actual situation?" Geralt was now more and more certain that what the Brotherhood's prophet said was true.

"It can be said that it is completely the opposite... The northern forces were careless and underestimated the combat effectiveness and quantity of the invader army... Cintra collapsed in an instant in front of the Nilfgaardian cavalry."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the stable.

Even Wilt, who was chewing alfalfa, felt the strange atmosphere and stuck out his tongue to lick his master's face in a comforting manner.

Golfen stood on the long star spots on the horse's face, stretched out his flesh paws and caressed his master's short head.

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The three people present are all so-called northerners in a sense.

Even though Geralt has always adhered to the principle of neutrality and never got involved in any wars. But he instinctively hates war, especially unjust invasion wars.

The scholar-type mage Rita Nied also hates war, which means that spellcasters will also be forced into the situation and have to use spells to kill.

"Geralt, there is no doubt that there is nothing we can do about this..." Roy shook his head regretfully, "The Demon Hunter Brotherhood only has a dozen members. It is impossible to change a war. If you intervene forcefully, you can only be crushed. Crushed to pieces."

"You have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary demon hunter. I cannot save everyone. I don't want my brothers to die. But I must give it a try to at least ensure the safety of Ciri..." Jero Te said solemnly, he was not such a proactive person originally, but now that he has made the biggest change in his life - joining the Demon Hunter Brotherhood.

It was natural for him to want to make more changes.

"We have to go to Sintra, meet with Queen Calanthe, and give them a piece of advice, no matter the outcome."

Geralt looked determined, his white hair tied into a ponytail flying behind his head, "We have to see Ciri!"

"If it's possible..." Geralt's dark cat eyes looked at the alder forest. He seemed to see a picture. The war broke out, Cintra became a **** on earth, and poor little Xili was homeless. Suffered and tortured.

He said in a daze, "Let's take Xili back to Nuo City!"

"She lives with other orphans, she is the child of the witcher!"

"Although it is not as good as the life of fine clothing and fine food before."

His voice was like mist on the water at first, hazy and erratic, and finally became as hard as steel!

"But it's better than being a subjugated princess!"

Roy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart. His advice was not in vain.

If it were the old Geralt who was content with the status quo and passively waiting for the "will of fate", he would definitely not say such a thing.

The Demon Hunter Brotherhood is also subtly affecting every member.

"It's rare, White Wolf. You've been brewing this idea for a while, right?" Roy said with approval.

Geralt nodded calmly, "There is no doubt that Ciri and I are bound by fate because of the law of accident. But before, she was the princess of a noble country... I have no reason to ask her to go through hardships with me. days."

"But now I know the tragic future of Sintra..."

"Since we already have a certain foundation in Nuo City."

"I have no reason to let it go anymore... When the time comes, I should take back the daughter of my destiny!"

"It doesn't matter if Calanthe doesn't agree. If Ciri doesn't want to either, then I will wait patiently."

Great job!

Roy cheered for him in his heart.

Since we know the future, why do we still have to deal with it step by step?

Why not strike first!

"To be honest, Geralt, the trip to Sintra is the focus of my plan. I will accompany you when the time comes." The mouse-gray hair appeared in front of Roy's eyes again, and the eyes looked like Emerald, a boyish little girl.

"Xiao Xili is my good friend, I have to help her."

"Wait a minute..." Rita Nied suddenly interrupted, her eyes turned suspiciously between the two, and then back to Roy, "When did you meet the distinguished Princess of Cintra?"

"Coral, what's your look like?" Roy's face darkened, "Xili is not even ten years old yet, don't always think so wildly..."

Suddenly, the sorceress’s suspicious eyes became more suspicious, “Don’t you have another agreement with her?”

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"No, Xili, I mentioned it at the beginning, we are the same kind of people, grasshoppers on a rope, destined to meet again countless times."

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Roy looked dazed for a moment, and in order to protect himself, he immediately launched a counterattack.

He brushed the hair on Rita Nied's forehead in a half-intimate, half-threatening manner, hugged her slender waist tightly, and leaned into her ear and said,

"My coral, what are you putting in your head? Doubt me again... Believe it or not, I will let you taste the taste of Kelamp's seal? I will leave you without any strength left!"

The sorceress felt her heart tremble, her cheeks were burning and she glared at him, but her body became weak and she did not dare to say anything.

Geralt, who watched the whole process, sighed heavily, like a lonely old wolf licking his wounds, with a sad expression on his face and an invisible drop of crystal flowing out of the corner of his eye.

It would have been better if Ye had been so gentle.

He imagined.

"I'm sorry, Geralt, for making you laugh... Let's get back to the topic, let's go to Cintra together! But don't worry, I'll go to Vizima first."

"Where are you going?" Geralt asked.

"Aren't those four boys looking forward to testing the premedicine with Qingcao?" Roy glanced at the four little boys who were starting a two-on-two competition next to the wooden pile. "Can Coral be left alone to research and improve, and make progress?" It’s too slow. I don’t know how many years it will take to ensure the survival rate of the herbal medicine.”

The sorceress nodded lightly. As her research deepened, she felt more and more that it was too difficult to improve the grass decoction on her own.

"So I decided to go to Vizima to recruit another acquaintance, a warlock and genius alchemist named Kalkstan. Have you heard of it?"

Rita Nied's face turned pale upon hearing this,

"When did you meet that madman?"

"What's wrong, Coral, is there something wrong?"

"I haven't done anything bad...but what can I say," the sorceress looked strangely, as if she wanted to laugh, but also a little awed, "Senior Kalkstein...has a high level of alchemy, and is extremely proficient in flames, explosions, and... A realm of matter. A mind full of strange ideas... and a very adventurous spirit."

"But he hates following rules the most, and he doesn't know what fear is... He once conducted an experiment on himself in Ben Ade's dormitory in order to find out the specific impact of a new type of explosive on the magic shield."

"He accomplished an unprecedented feat and blew the entire dormitory into rubble."

"Fortunately, he was the only unlucky guy at the time, and there were no casualties. But he was still fired by Ben Ade..."

"His glorious deeds are widely circulated within the Warlock organization."

Coral paused,

"Anyone who has graduated from a magic academy has more or less heard of his name."

"Besides, that guy has a weird temper and is difficult to get along with."

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched, and the image of the slovenly man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks became clearer.

Karkestan is indeed an unconventional guy.

"Fortunately, at least he does what he says, and he is also a genius in research."

"Little rascal, are you sure you can convince him?" Rita Nied expressed her doubts as her blue eyes looked up and down at the witcher.

"Let's give it a try?"

Perhaps luck is more important than eloquence in convincing Kalkistan.

What if he is interested in the Green Grass Trial?

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"In addition, the forging master Belengar is also living in seclusion in Vizima... When the orphanage expands next year, we will need more manpower... We have to prepare for a rainy day, and I will try to win over him. It doesn't matter even if I fail... Well...I'll bother that guy a lot."

"Sooner or later he will change his mind. ~IndoMTL.com~ Bai Lang couldn't help showing admiration.

There are very few such shameless witchers.

In fact, there is a third reason.

Roy has to meet the Lady of the Lake and Princess Yada, and reveal to them part of the information about the upcoming First Northern War in exchange for some capital.

The Church of Virtue should side with the Witcher Brotherhood.

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"A week at most," Roy squeezed the sorceress's soft little hand, glanced at Bai Lang again, and solemnly promised, "I will come back regardless of the result or not."

"Then I'm waiting for good news from you," Geralt nodded.

"So, Coral, open a Vizima portal for me?" Roy lifted the Gorfen on the horse's head onto his shoulders.

"Alas..."