The Divine Hunter Chapter 23: Something else

Roy stood in the center of the mist-shrouded Sowden, at the foot of the Eight-man Hill.

Golden and jet black light covers the whole body.

A splendid and gorgeous halo of light changes colors at your feet.

The heterochromatic pupils looked around in the mist, searching for the looming gray ribbon floating in the air.

When the sight turns to the hillside, a cluster of pale yellow flower stamens blooming in the mist.

The viper pendant around his neck began to "buzz" lightly.

Five-finger outline!

The crimson talisman formed in the palm of the witcher's hand.

The magic power was transformed into flames. In response to his will, an Igni Furious Flame flew out of his palm. The fireball drew a dazzling trajectory in mid-air, tearing apart the white mist that covered the surrounding areas.

"Bang!"

The shrill wail is like a baby crying!

A humanoid creature hidden deep in the fog was blown out of nothingness by the impact of the fireball explosion and fell to the ground.

It has a stooped back, but its arms and legs are as long as those of a deformed pregnant woman who is five months pregnant! The flames wrapped around its skin like a poisonous snake, burning fiercely. However, its body was changing and flickering between solidity and nothingness, and was about to disappear at any time.

"Whoosh—"

The bowstring vibrates.

A large ball of blood burst out from the forehead of the creature that fell to the ground. The huge impact exploded half of the skull, and the turbid brain was soaked with bright red blood on the grass.

Its face was buried in the soil and never came out.

"Kill the Little Mist Demon, experience value +130, Demon Hunter lv12 (8850/12500)"

Huh——

The demon hunter walked to the **** corpse, took out his short blade and began to dissect it.

The little black dog and the tabby cat in the hood poked their heads curiously.

Almost at the same time, the fog that shrouded the Eight Man Hill completely dissipated, revealing a low hillside surrounded by green vegetation, which was incompatible with its famous reputation.

"Roy, your movements are getting faster again." Leading the black mare Rocky, the dusty white wolf came over.

"So you have to work hard, Geralt... don't let me fall too far behind." Roy took out a blue ordinary mutant, wiped off the mucus and stuffed it into the package, "You have to try your best next time. A chance to mutate!"

"Can I mutate, masters?" Yurga, who was holding the carriage, smiled flatteringly.

"You are not even a demon hunter, and you are as old as a stone that cannot be carved. If you are not afraid of a mortality rate exceeding 99%, then you are welcome..." Roy smiled softly at him, and the businessman shrank. Neck.

"Forget it, let's go up the mountain to see the obelisk commemorating the dead?"

"Of course!"

"But what about the carriage?"

"Don't worry, I'll let Golfin and Xiao Hei watch. All nearby dangers have been cleared away. There's absolutely no problem!" Golfin, the tabby cat, held the little black dog's neck in its mouth and crawled around. Got into the driving seat of the carriage.

Waving his paws goodbye to the three of them.

After traveling together for a week, Yurga has become accustomed to such strange phenomena. She can only admire in her heart that she is worthy of being a pet of the master witcher. Cats and dogs are so smart!

Next, it took the three of them less than ten minutes to climb up the eight-person hill of Soden. The wind blew the grass and flowers on the hillside gently swaying, releasing their fragrance.

In the center of the hillside sits an obelisk, made of granite and weighing ten tons.

The shape is in the shape of a pointed square column, which gradually shrinks from bottom to top, and the top is shaped like a pyramid tip.

The base is quite wide and thick, enough for several people to hug it.

When Roy saw this stone tablet, he knew that he had guessed wrong. The obelisk was definitely not erected by the people of Soden to commemorate the sacrifice of the warlock.

They do not have this ability and are too busy to take care of themselves.

It must have been a northern warlock who used magic to move the obelisk here.

Below the stone monument are eight tombs with marble tombstones, and bright wild flowers such as azalea and forget-me-not are placed nearby...

The white wolf looked at the first few names carved with runes on the stone tablet from top to bottom——

Lauderbur, Old Graz, Excelsior...

The eyes are sad and lost in memories.

"Do you recognize them?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

There were six fewer victims of the Northern Warlock Brotherhood in the Battle of Sodden Mountain than he remembered, and Coral and Triss were not among them.

There is no doubt that what he did has changed history... He pronounced the first name, "Lauderbur?"

"This guy is a bad gambler, and his gambling is bad..." Geralt shook his head, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and then turned serious, "I once played dice with him in Vizima, and he was afraid of losing to me. , directly controlled me with magic, and won the game by cheating."

"It turns out that warlocks are so rogue, and they are not as trustworthy as businessmen!" Yurga held her head high with contempt on her face. As an ordinary person, it was rare for her to find a sense of superiority over warlocks on the moral high ground.

"And this old Graz... I met him two years ago. He is a madman! Do you know what he wants to do?" Geralt paused and smiled reluctantly, "Pay me. He wanted to check my mutant eyes for one hundred crowns... and promised that if I wanted, he would pay me one thousand crowns and dissect my eyes."

Businessman Yurga shrank his shoulders, as if he had been stung by a bee, and his fat face dripping with sweat was covered with panic.

"Damn it, these mages are so perverted that they always want to stab people?"

"If people live too long, they are prone to psychological problems." Roy shook his head and lamented, with regret on his face, "What a pity. Geralt should have told me earlier. If I knew there was such a demon hunter If anyone is interested in mutations, we must introduce him to the Demon Hunter Brotherhood and let him conduct mutation experiments for free, so that he can experiment enough!"

"At least this guy is willing to abide by the basic rules, pay some money, and ask for your permission."

"Um, Roy, why do I feel that you are a little obsessed? Ms. Rita, Master Kalkstein, Ms. Triss, and Ms. Evelyn are not enough?"

"Imagine that during the heyday of the Demon Hunter Order, there were dozens of top resident mages..." Roy shook his head, "We are just getting started, and we are still far from there."

Geralt shook his head. If he didn't have a deep understanding of his companion's style, he would definitely regard him as some kind of careerist who wanted to subvert the world situation.

However, he didn't know that the other person saw more than just a small world.

"Next, Master Geralt, who has a lot of connections, do you know the other warlocks here?" Yurga asked eagerly. The stories of these magicians will become his and other businessmen, Even his wife and children have the capital to negotiate and show off.

Geralt fell into silence, and a hint of timidity suddenly appeared on his face. His eyes only glanced at the first few names, and he turned his head awkwardly.

His expression wavered between worry and fear.

He didn't dare to look down, afraid of seeing the name deep in his memory.

Roy's heart moved, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he suddenly sighed.

"Oh, Geralt, you shouldn't have had a conflict with her in the first place!"

"What do you mean?!" Geralt asked reluctantly, swaying, quietly tightening his face and clenching his fists.

Roy did not answer, but took a step forward, pretending to be silent, stretched out his finger, and touched one of the names in the list,

"Geralt, I originally thought that when I had the opportunity, I would ask you to introduce me to your ever-increasing love, Yennefer of Vengerberg, but it's a pity that you always change the subject."

“Always saying that I am done with her and will not contact her again.”

"It's too late to contact her now." Roy paused and grabbed a handful of lavender platycodon flowers in mid-air. "Take it, Geralt, and go follow her." Say a good goodbye."

"Uh-"

At this moment, Bai Lang held his breath, and a strange gasping sound came from his throat.

The passionate and sensitive dark cat eyes were full of fear, his hands and lips were shaking uncontrollably, and his face was pale.

The body was hunched over, and the anger disappeared visibly to the naked eye.

My eyes have lost their vitality, and my face is dull and extremely weak.

"Hey, buddy, don't scare me." Roy quickly hugged the other person's shoulders, reached out and pinched his sagging cheeks, showing an awkward but polite smile, "I'll tell you You're kidding! Yennefer is not among the eight dead, they are all unknowns! Is it Yurga?"

"Master Roy, what are you talking about Yennefer?"

"Bang!" The heartbroken White Wolf's face suddenly changed from sadness to anger. With the five fingers of his left hand outlined, an Alder Seal hit Roy's chest!

"Ah!"

Roy was knocked to the ground by the magic power, wailed loudly and turned into a rolling gourd, rolling against the turf into the dense grass and rolling down the hillside.

The screams echoed from the top of the mountain.

Yurga glanced timidly at the angry and embarrassed white wolf, swallowed,

"Master Geralt, will Master Roy be seriously injured?"

White Wolf shook his head in disdain. This guy was missing for two months during the Battle of Cintra, and yet he was able to come back alive and kicking.

Not even high-level vampires can kill him.

A few idiots can't even scratch his skin!

The anger in my heart goes away as quickly as it comes.

White Wolf's tense body relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The most important person in life is still alive.

"Have your anger subsided?" A soft voice blew suddenly from behind their necks.

The two of them shuddered and turned around.

The disgraced Roy stood five meters away and smiled apologetically at the white wolf.

There is one shoe missing from the left foot, and the big foot is awkwardly stepping on the mud. I don’t know if it was lost when it rolled down the hillside.

Yurga rubbed his eyes, turned his gaze to the **** of dozens of meters, and then turned behind him.

How did he do it?

"Geralt, if you are still angry, can you tell me to get out again?"

Geralt rubbed his temples helplessly. This companion seemed a little different from before. Is this the period of youth rebellion?

Calculating that he was almost the same age, he was relieved to think so.

"I'm warning you, don't make fun of Yennefer with me!"

"I promise, I won't do it again!" Roy raised his hand and swore, but then changed his voice, "But although Yennefer survived, I feel that she will not feel too good."

Geralt raised his eyebrows, but this time he was not easily aroused by the other party.

Seeing that he was not successful, Roy continued, "You know Yennefer. She has certain ambitions. She must have participated in the Battle of Sodden Mountain, and it is inevitable to suffer some pain."

"Looking at the other two warlocks, Coral and Triss, do you know that in my original prophecy, they would die on Soden Mountain!"

"Now, under my guidance, the two of them have changed their bad luck and successfully escaped this disaster, intact!"

Geralt crossed his arms over his chest, his face calm, as if he was quietly enjoying his performance.

"At the Battle of Sodden Mountain, the Northern Warlock Brotherhood has completely joined the chess game between the North and the South. From then on, it will definitely get more deeply involved in the fields of war and politics. And as far as I know, Yennefer is about to become a Warlock Brother One of the two major management organizations of the Association, the youngest member of the Council!"

"Whether she is active or passive, she cannot escape this protracted Civil War."

"The dangers she faces can be imagined."

“One wrong step and you will be shattered into pieces.”

Geralt's breathing became heavier.

And Roy's voice changed,

"In comparison, Coral is much safer and more comfortable to conduct research in our laboratory! Cooperating with the Demon Hunter is a perfect choice."

After hearing this, Bai Lang suddenly realized, his eyes were angry and funny,

"You said so much, and you just want me to trick Ye into it?"

"Geralt, why do you call this cheating? You are doing this for her sake!"

"Roy, no one can change Ye's mind, including me! Besides, I have lost contact with her a long time ago."

"Your performance just now is not enough to explain the problem? Ask yourself, don't you still love her deeply? As a grown man, why don't you take the initiative?!" Roy suggested in a commanding tone, "Don't act like a couple. They are as childish as boys and girls who are arguing and sulking!"

"Write a letter to him. First, care about her physical health, express your feelings of separation, and then tell her...you have found your unexpected daughter, Shiri, but you don't know how to discipline her. Invite her Help! Believe me, Yennefer is definitely interested!"

"First of all, Ciri's whereabouts are still unknown. Secondly, if she is found, Gawain's House will naturally discipline her!" Although Geralt was retorting, a hint of heartbeat appeared on his stiff face.

"You know, Yennefer has always wanted a child..." Roy looked into the white wolf's eyes, "She herself cannot have children, but the daughter of destiny, the connection of fate is no less than the blood relationship."

"Think carefully, Geralt!"

……

The boy with a few freckles dotted on the bridge of his nose and round cheeks like bread ran wildly in the clear river ditch with his arms pumping.

Like a wild boar playing in the water.

The bright sunshine made his neatly trimmed brown hair moist and shiny.

He pointed at another boy who was as thin as a bamboo pole and had a pointed nose and shouted,

"You will be a water ghost, and I will be a demon hunter!"

"No!"

The thin boy waved the branch in his hand and hit the fat man in the chest, knocking him into the water.

"Where is the fat as a ball, clumsy demon hunter, you are the water ghost!"

The water splashed wildly, and the two brothers struggled into a ball and rolled in the stream, but the two pairs of round eyes turned to the riverside invariably——

A skinny girl with mouse-grey hair sat beside the pebbles of the stream, her little white feet drawing circles in the water, stirring the waves,

On the delicate little face, the emerald green eyes were filled with a hint of confusion,

"Sister Falja, let's play together!"

"Nedbor! Sulik! What a mistake! Demon hunters are not stupid like you!"

Falja picked up two branches from the bushes by the stream. The two branches were like two swords, crossed in front of her chest and missed.

Falja waved her "double swords" and rushed into the stream, driving two "water ghosts" to run away with their heads in their arms, wailing in embarrassment.

When the three people were all wet from the stream, they were panting and walking on the forest path home.

Falja's little face covered with sweat and water finally looked a little more cheerful, and laughter like silver bells fell along the way.

The two brothers turned around from time to time and secretly looked at the little girl, her delicate little face that was rosy after being wetted by the water, the slightly undulating curves under her clothes, and her flickering green eyes.

Although the girl is not yet eleven years old.

But it has shown a breathtaking beauty, just like the princess in a fairy tale, and it is definitely not comparable to those rustic little country girls.

The two boys who had entered puberty fell in love with this little sister when they first saw her.

Huo Chu tried his best to please her for more than half a month, and she finally changed from frowning all day to smiling more.

This smile made the two of them feel that it was worth dying for her!

"Falja, your 'sword skills' are really good," his younger brother Sulik's cheeks turned red with shyness, "Have you really practiced swordsmanship with a demon hunter before? How do you know they carry two swords on their backs?" A sword?"

The girl seemed to be touched by something sad when she heard this. Her face sank and her fingers twisted into a ball on her abdomen.

"Not only have I met the demon hunters, I have also taken risks with them and killed a giant centipede called Yogorn in the primeval forest."

The two brothers were so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.

At this time, the yard surrounded by fences appeared in their field of vision.

A woman wearing a light yellow floral dress was sitting there washing clothes.

Soap bubbles wet her long hair and sleeves.

The sun illuminated her bright eyes and kind face.

"I have also ridden a demon hunter's griffon, which is a monster bigger than a buffalo and more dangerous than a lion!"

"Falga..." Nedber asked, "I have heard that witchers sometimes take away other people's children. Are you the child they took away?"

The girl nodded, her tone choked with sobs, and couldn't help but blame herself,

"I should have left with them, but I escaped from them. I was so stupid, I hurt myself!"

"Geralt also said there was some connection between him and me."

"But it's been so long and he hasn't come to pick me up."

"Don't worry, Falga! Without the witcher, I will protect you!" Sulik patted his chest, his dark eyes filled with expectation and anxiety, "You will be our sister now, and from now on... um... from now on. I thought..."

"Yurga!"

A young woman's shout of surprise attracted the attention of three children.

The woman at the door of the yard stumbled out of the yard, wailing and threw herself at a fat man with a big belly on the carriage that suddenly arrived.

Yurga smiled at the two demon hunters behind him, jumped out of the carriage, and faced his longing for his wife.

He hugged her waist energetically, lifted her into the air and spun her around.

"I'm back, Christidae! The head of the family is back!"

"Yurga!"

The woman's clothes had just been washed halfway, and her body exuded the smell of soapy water. She clung to the businessman's arms, resting her forehead on his chest, feeling each other's body temperature.

The couple, who had been separated for a long time, slowly moved into the yard like conjoined twins.

"He is?"

Farja, who was on the other side of the yard, noticed the fat man who had suddenly arrived. Her heart skipped a beat and she was inexplicably nervous, but the man's round face looked friendly and kind.

"Daddy is back! Falja, daddy is back! Let's go get the gift, yeah!"

Two teenagers grabbed the girl's hand and ran towards her.

……

"God bless you, you are finally back... I think about you so much every day that I can't sleep. My heart almost beats out when I touch it, my lord! Wait, who are those two gentlemen? They carry swords on their backs, and the one on the left...is so handsome!"

"I'll tell you later. Also, don't be tempted by men other than your husband. Where are the children? Call me over and let me take a look!"

"It's great. The three of them went to play by the stream...it's time to come back."

"What do you mean by three?" The businessman's face changed drastically, and he felt the top of his head begin to flash, and countless miserable scenes filled his mind in an instant.

"Don't think about it. The respected Druid brought here a girl. She lost her relatives due to the war in Soden. I adopted her. She is very diligent and willing to learn to feed chickens and water flowers. She is also beautiful and can be dressed up. She is like a little princess. She is always depressed."

"Yurga, are you angry because I make my own decisions?"

"No, I'm just——gods!" Yurga slapped his head suddenly, turned around and glanced at the witcher beside the carriage.

They obviously heard the conversation and were slowly walking towards this side.

There was a trace of nervousness and anticipation on his face.

"The third child, this is what I already have but don't know about it! This is the unexpected child! The daughter I got is about to fly away before she's even warmed up! Why isn't it a son? !" The businessman shouted in frustration,

"Dad!!" The boys threw themselves into his arms,

"Two naughty little guys! Oops, Nedbo is fat again? Sulik, open your mouth, there are no cavities. Are you a picky eater? Why are you so much thinner than your brother?!" Yurga's kind little eyes look like That little girl was wearing a gray dress and was wet all over. Her big eyes were like the new green sprouting in spring, and her little face was as pretty as a doll.

He encouraged with a smile, "And you, child, what is your name?"

"My, my name is—"

Falga began to speak incoherently.

My heart was pounding, and my eyes were staring straight at the two demon hunters walking behind the businessman.

The leader has white hair and carries two swords on his back, with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, she only had him in her eyes.

Dark cat eyes and emerald green eyes looked at each other across the open space in the yard.

"Geralt!"

"Ciri!"

With exclamations, the demon hunter quickly ran towards the little girl.

The businessman's family of four were stunned. They had never seen anyone so fast, like a gust of wind.

The father and daughter, bound by fate, met each other in the courtyard with brisk steps.

The white-haired demon hunter knelt on the ground. The girl wrapped her little hands around his neck, and her silver hair fell on the demon hunter's shoulders.

Yurga was thoughtful, holding her two sons and his surprised wife in his arms.

Roy watched from behind with a smile.

"Geralt, you found me... Wuwu... I knew you would come! I waited for several months. They said that grandma and grandpa were dead, grandma Suha was also dead, and Cintra was not here. ”

"Only you, only you!"

And me!

Roy in the distance emphasized something in his mind, but he wisely did not interrupt.

"This is the law of accidents... Geralt~IndoMTL.com~ Just like you said at the beginning, I am your destiny, right? You are also my destiny! We will be together forever, tell me!"

"You are not only my destiny!" Geralt turned around and glanced at the smiling Roy, his eyes passing over the happy businessman family.

Flying through the air, I vaguely saw a woman with black curly hair, a mole on the corner of her lip, and a proud expression.

A few years ago, on the night of separation from Yennefer on May Day.

Her gentle voice echoed in my ears.

To establish a long-term partnership between a witcher and a sorceress, it is not enough for the Dijin to make a wish and forcibly stick together.

"Something else" is needed.

The unexpected daughter is exactly what they lack - the bond that maintains the relationship between two long-lived people.

His eyes finally fell on Shirley's face.

Something else.

"Let's go home with me!"