The Divine Hunter Chapter 19: Future and past

When the two returned to Kaer Morhen, night enveloped the castle, and a waning moon rose in the sky.

As Lambert said, a roasted goat hung from the grill in the lobby.

But Geralt and the three of them had dinner early and returned to their rooms, but they were not able to meet each other.

They are deliberately avoiding contact with Roy.

"Kid, we have achieved our expected goals on this trip, don't push people too hard." The bald man by the fireplace kindly reminded us.

Roy shook his head. If the negative attitude of the Wolf Faction cannot be changed, this covenant will have little effect.

……

Now that he has won over Lambert, it means that the plan is working, and he decides to continue defeating them one by one.

That night, he went straight to the highest level of the main castle and knocked on the door of Lord White Wolf's bedroom.

When the butcher of Blavikan saw the visitor outside the door for the first time, a pale look of helplessness appeared on his lifeless face,

"Good evening, Geralt. I have something I want to talk to you about."

The young Snake Pie has a bright smile with gleaming white teeth.

Geralt smiled reluctantly,

"Don't you think it's too late? How about we discuss it tomorrow?"

Roy held down the broken wooden door that was about to close, and forced his way into the room with one leg, preventing him from closing the door.

"Tomorrow, shouldn't you go fishing again, and the day after tomorrow go to the Blue Mountains for a trip?" Roy teased, gently pushed Bai Lang's chest, and pushed him into the bedroom, "Come on, let's Talk openly and honestly, stop avoiding me, I am not your old sweetheart Yennefer!"

"Um...can you please stop mentioning her all the time? She and I have been broken up for many years."

White Wolf muttered with an unhappy expression.

"But you still miss her."

Roy naturally found the only stool and sat down.

Geralt's room was more plain than he expected, with a wooden bed padded with animal skins, a suitcase and a clothes hanger in front of the bed, and nothing else

The spacious hall is large enough for a wonderful swordsmanship match.

"Strange, why didn't I see the unicorn? Where did the snow-white unicorn go?"

"What's the matter with you, saying all these weird things?" White Wolf sat down on the wooden bed, looking at the moon outside the iron window, "There are no pure girls in Kaer Morhen, so what can you do to attract a lonely girl?" Horned beast?"

Roy nodded. It seemed that White Wolf and Yennefer still had many new tricks that they had not yet developed.

For example, unicorn earthquake, cloud earthquake...

"Just take it as a personal suggestion!"

He suppressed the laughter on his face and said seriously,

"Geralt, honestly, what do you think about the Witcher Brotherhood? Do you want to join?"

"I think Lambert has explained it to you clearly enough." Bai Lang shook his head, "It is just right for the Snake Faction and the Wolf Faction to form an alliance. Next, we should draw up a charter and set aside a period of time every year to find A place to gather, exchange feelings, and help each other solve problems."

"No burden is too heavy..."

"Why stick to the Brotherhood of Witchers, a big, empty organization? Starting one is much harder than you think.

"Issues involving all aspects, such as rules and regulations, have you formulated them? Have you found management talents? Who will handle all kinds of chores for you: food, clothing, housing, transportation, salary, work arrangements? The demon hunter is I'm not good at this field." A flash of thought flashed through the dark cat eyes, and Geralt said seriously,

"It looks like you've thought about it carefully."

"If you don't like to get involved in management affairs, there will naturally be someone else in charge, so there is no need to worry. And according to the original concept, the Brotherhood will never force members to do things...otherwise Lambert will never agree to join." Luo Yi Han smiled and said,

"Lambert agreed?" Bai Lang was helpless and disappointed.

"You heard it right, after the one-month period, he will go to Nuo City with the Snake Faction."

"I knew this guy was unreliable. He had clearly discussed it carefully and promised to make you give up your thoughts, but then turned around and rebelled!"

White Wolf growled, rubbed his temples, and sighed deeply,

"Lambert is still young, out-of-the-box and playful. He probably wants to visit Nova City and experience the prosperity of the big city. He will soon get bored, so don't take his words too seriously. ”

"I don't think so. Lambert has given you a good start," Roy said firmly. "Sooner or later, he will prove to you that joining the Brotherhood is the right choice."

"Moreover, don't you care about the disaster ten years later? If we don't unite, how can we deal with it?"

When talking about this, Bai Lang’s expression became heavy,

"Are you sure you read that right, Roy? I really can't think of anything else in Kaer Morhen that is worthy of outsiders coveting?"

"Don't you think that the witcher itself has great value? It is resistant to poison and heat, and has far greater adaptability to extreme environments than ordinary people. The witcher is an excellent experimental material!"

"And the formula of the Wolf Faction is no less than a priceless treasure to some beings. In order to protect Kaer Morhen, are you willing to give the formula away? Or persuade Vesemir to move out of this castle?"

Roy stared at Geralt's face.

He knows the answer.

The stubborn tradition makes the Wolf Faction never give in. They would rather die than surrender and stick to the end.

"Roy, your revelation is more powerful than I imagined. You can see such a specific... mutation formula. Is this the reason why Kaer Morhen is attacked again?"

At this point, Geralt slightly believed his prophecy, and began to seriously consider joining the so-called Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, and let the Wolf Faction, Snake Faction, Cat Faction, Bear Faction, and Kyle Siren's Griffin Faction , and even flying lion monsters that had never been seen before, all united.

Can we resist the powerful and malicious forces and rewrite the future?

By the way, we also need to add the demon hunter in front of us, who has the ability to reveal and has outstanding talents.

Roy saw the emotion on his face and decided to add more emphasis, "The tragedy of Kaer Morhen...there are other reasons."

"What reason?"

"It has something to do with the daughter of your destiny."

Geralt raised his eyebrows, and in his mind a little girl with mouse-gray hair, small and delicate features, a little boyish, lively and loud voice appeared in his mind.

"How to say?"

"Geralt, do you remember the little princess Ciri of Cintra, the daughter of Pavetta and Duny? Have you visited her during this time?"

"I am just a lowly demon hunter with rude words and deeds." Geralt shook his head as if to comfort himself. "What right do I have to disturb the noble princess?"

"Besides, if I dare to come to the door, Queen Calanthe of Cintra will definitely think that I have evil intentions towards her good granddaughter, and she will chop off my head."

…

"You are always like this...to Ciri and to Yennefer."

Full of a paradoxical charm?

Roy said loudly, "Don't think... you should go and see for yourself, ask for their opinions, and find out whether they want to see you or play hide-and-seek with you!"

"Just be direct, Roy." White Wolf whispered.

"I also see Ciri's future."

"We once went on a journey to Broklon and met the Queen of the Dryads, Esna, who revealed Ciri's true identity. Do you remember?"

"Daughter of ancient blood——"

The white wolf's deep voice sounded, and a strong wind suddenly rushed in outside the window, making the moth-eaten curtains whistle.

The moonlight in the sky disappeared into the dark clouds, and its light was dim.

The chaotic energy in the room seemed to become active in response to this title.

"Ancient bloodline is much more precious than a demon hunter's mutation formula." Roy said word by word, "The forces that covet her are also more powerful, and they will never give up on her."

"You couldn't break away from the fetters of fate and extended a helping hand."

"In the end, your Daughter of Destiny brings danger and disaster to Kaer Morhen!"

"How is it possible! She is the heir to the kingdom," White Wolf retorted. "The royal family of Cintra and the ruler of the Skellige Islands protect her, who dares to take action against her?!"

"How can I get protection from a witcher?!"

……

Roy smiled and said nothing.

Geralt's thoughts were racing, and he quickly figured out the crux of the matter.

Even if he is old-school, neutral and traditional.

But he travels all over the country, and the news is not blocked at all.

He recalled some unfounded rumors he heard in Bruges and Sintra.

Some people say that the army of the Nilfgaard Empire in the south is stationed not far from the Amer Mountains.

If you continue to move due north, you will inevitably enter Sintra's sphere of influence.

The Southern Empire’s plot is clear.

Geralt remembered something again.

While in Broklon, Governor Fresnet, who had been reduced to a dryad breeding machine, even scolded Ciri for this matter, blaming her for running away indiscriminately and destroying the alliance between Cintra and Verdon.

Making Sintra increasingly weak.

……

"Ciri still needs a demon hunter to protect her, which only means that the Cintra royal family and the controlling Queen Calanthe who originally protected her were given over by Nilfgaard..."

White Wolf was suddenly startled.

The night wind rushed from the back of my neck, and before I knew it, cold sweat broke out all over my body.

Looking at the young man in front of him again, his deep cat pupils became very complicated.

This snake sect demon hunter, who was suspected to be a prophet, easily revealed to him the direction of a future war.

It's too unreal.

"If an accident happens to Xili, will you sit back and ignore it?"

Geralt asked himself, shaking his head.

It's more than that.

Once you intervene.

No matter how ugly their words are, Vesemir, Eskar, and Lambert will still say it,

Based on their decades of friendship.

It is impossible to sit idly by.

The chances of Kaer Morhen being involved are not small.

This situation is logical.

"Geralt, you have also seen the power of the law of accidents. Even if you and Ciri are temporarily separated." Roy said solemnly, "Fate will eventually send her to you, so that you can live and die together. Trouble."

"When the time comes, if there are still only four of you adherents in the Wolf School...even if we are added to the Snake School, it will still not be enough! Everyone will be washed away without a trace..."

Roy took a deep breath, and his dark gold eyes were fixed on the demon hunter, "If you are unwilling to change, join us, and develop and expand the power of the demon hunter, you can rely on your existing strength alone to defeat the demon hunter. Unable to protect your home, Kaer Morhen, Ciri, the daughter of your destiny."

"Damn it! Are you a devil? Do you have to express it in such a cruel and direct way?" Geralt stood up awkwardly, paced, and hissed, "Even if I join the Brotherhood, then? With the help of the world There are not many demon hunters in the world who can resist a force comparable to the army. Do you think it is possible?"

"Changing is better than sitting still and waiting for death." The dark gold pupils collided with the amber pupils and sparked, and Roy looked at the angry white wolf without fear. "Join the brotherhood and train the apprentices. At least there is a possibility of achieving a perfect ending."

"Companions who have been through life and death, no longer make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Everyone can be happy..."

……

"Come on, Geralt," Roy stretched out his hand to him, "come back to Novigrad with us and fight for the future of the Witcher!"

"You are such a little devil!" Geralt of Rivia repeated, his rough palms paused in mid-air, and he firmly held the young man's hand, his palms covered with sweat, "Don't make me regret it. Today’s decision!”

"Also, don't let me worry about messy chores!"

"Don't worry, the Brotherhood will never let a layman make a mess!"

"Then we've settled! We talked a lot today," Roy turned around with satisfaction and walked to the door, "I think you need time to digest it."

An enemy who covets the Wolf Faction formula and ancient blood.

The direction of the war between Cintra and Nilfgaard.

Too much information about the future flooded his mind. Geralt's face turned red, his white hair was covered in sweat, and he needed to slow down.

But like a man addicted to hard liquor, he can't help but want more.

"Roy, the so-called revelation, as long as you want it, can you see what you are worried about?" Geralt stopped him,

"How is it possible? Didn't I say that the results of the revelation were full of chance?" Roy shook his head and laughed.

"Then how do you know so much about Kaer Morhen and me?" White Wolf looked over with bright eyes.

Because you are the protagonist.

Roy said in his heart,

"Because I have more contact with you, it is easier to obtain relevant revelations."

"Is this the reason?" Geralt's breathing stopped for a moment, and he sat on the wooden bed with his fingers clasped together, a trace of nervousness on his face. "Then, can I ask you about the whereabouts of this person?"

"You may ask, but the revelation is out of control," Roy shook his head regretfully at the nervous-eyed White Wolf, "I may not be able to give the answer."

The white wolf stayed in place with a changed expression.

I pondered for a long time before speaking.

"Do you know how I ended up in Kaer Morhen in the first place, Roy. It wasn't by accident."

Roy's heart moved, and he suddenly understood what question the other party wanted to ask. The information in my mind was churning wildly.

Geralt took a deep breath and smiled bitterly at himself, "A woman left me to Vesemir."

"To be precise, when I was very young, my mother abandoned me and abandoned me outside the gate of Kaer Morhen. Later, Vesemir of the Wolf School adopted me and introduced me to the world of witchers. Tao, doesn’t it sound incredible?”

"Most of the time, the mother would just plead with the witcher not to take away her child, but she avoided me."

"Well, maybe she has something to hide." Roy comforted.

Geralt seemed not to have heard her explanation and muttered nervously,

"Over the years, I have been thinking about whether I will meet the woman who threw me to the witcher. If I meet her, what will she think when she looks at my dark vertical pupils? Reaction. What should I say, what questions should I ask her, such as why she abandoned me?"

The corners of Geralt's eyes were slightly sore.

"But I waited for seventy or eighty years, but I still couldn't wait for the fateful reunion. I only found out her name from Vesemir's mouth, Vessenna, a female druid and warlock. She Where are you now? Can your revelation help me find her, Roy?" Geralt raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

"Give me some time." The snake sect demon hunter pretended to close his eyes and pondered for a moment. The only sound in the room was the white wolf's slightly rapid breathing.

In fact, according to the original history, Geralt would see his mother two years later when he was seriously injured and be cured by her, but the White Wolf failed to get the answer he wanted from her. , and she left without saying goodbye.

If I intervene, will there be any changes?

"I saw her pale face and thin figure, which are completely different from yours." Roy shook his head, "Like most druids, she travels around the world, and she also shoulders the responsibility of a herbalist. People heal."

"But she has no fixed address and her whereabouts are a mystery. At least I can't find her."

Geralt lowered his head with a sad expression.

"But I also accidentally glimpsed another scene. It is related to your life experience."

Roy took a deep breath and explained for the woman, "A man with white hair had a hallucination before he died. He saw a man killing monsters."

"The man in the vision told him that his name was Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt was slightly removed from his gloomy mood, and he was filled with surprise.

He doesn’t remember seeing a certain white-haired man who was dying?

When did it happen?

"So later, the dying man, the human warrior Colin, told his wife, the spellcaster Vesenna...the unborn child in her belly, named Geralt of Rivia, and It is predicted that this child is a demon hunter with dark cat eyes!"

"My wife thought this was fate's will. She obeyed Colin's last words and gave the child to the demon hunters of Kaer Morhen to raise."

Roy stared at Geralt,

"Because of the power of fate, this child successfully survived the trial of green grass and became a demon hunter of the Wolf School."

"The law of accidents was concluded with the heirs of the ancient blood."

"DuettaeanaefcirranCaermeGleddyv (The Sword of Destiny has Two Edges~IndoMTL.com~Roy confided an ancient saying, repeating a sentence said by the Queen of Broklon and giving another explanation, "Ynesseth ( And you are one of them)."

"It will affect the direction of the entire world!"

"Huh..." The room fell into silence for a while, and after a long time, he cleared his mind.

Geralt pursed his lips tightly, his expression serious and confused,

"You mean, it's not that Visenna abandoned me, but that my father, the white-haired man named Colleen, decided my fate because of the fantasy he had before his death!"

"Maybe it's not just a fantasy." Roy smiled, "But if it makes you feel better, you can think so."

"If you want to know more clearly, you have to wait until I see more." Roy paused,

"After we return to Nuo City together."