The Divine Hunter Chapter 29: The power of further progress

To the north of the isolated Faroe Island, on the dark rocks beside Halviken Port, the sunlight spread like golden cotton wool on the bodies of the two boys and girls.

"Halma... don't stand there motionless like a stone. If you can't catch a fish for a long time, won't you change your position?" Sitting on the reef next to her, her face is covered with freckles and she has short red hair. The girl with a firm lower face and a somewhat masculine look looked at the empty fish basket opposite and sneered, "If you continue to stick to that fishing spot, you should drink the northwest wind at noon!"

"Don't order me around! Caris, as a sister, you should obey your brother's orders! Keep in step with me!" He has broad shoulders and a tall body, with green stubble on his lips and the corner of his right eye. The young man with a long scar raised his chin and said proudly, "Now, throw the marinated shrimps and small fish to me. I have a hunch that a tuna will bite my hook soon!"

"Tch! I won't listen to the instructions of a stupid bear like you who only has muscles and no brains! The tide is about to start to ebb, what kind of nest are you making! And where did the tuna come from on the shore here? Do you want a bastard?" ”

"A sharp-tongued tomboy!"

"I am Kratz's little sparrowhawk!"

"Tomboy!"

"Big stupid bear!"

The quarrel between the two siblings ended abruptly.

They were like frightened wild cats jumping one meter high from the rock.

Turn around and take a look.

A short white light suddenly appeared in the air, like the brushstrokes of a great painter, outlining three lifelike shadows in one breath.

The sun shines again on the beach and the rocks, and the figures are completely formed: a young man in a black cloak in the center, a pregnant woman on the left, and a beautiful little **** the right.

As soon as the three of them appeared, their eyes met with the two brothers and sisters!

"Grandma Calanthe? Aren't you at Grandpa Bran's place?" Caris opened her mouth in surprise, "What is going on?"

Calanthe then smiled bitterly, his little daughter was not born yet, why did she like to tease her mother like this?

There is no doubt that the second transmission failed and deviated from its destination.

Halma noticed that the **** the far left had a pair of green eyes like spring grass, her face seemed familiar, and her breathing suddenly became rapid, "Sister Xili, is that you?"

"Giggle! Halma, Caris! We haven't seen each other for a few years, you have grown so tall!" Ciri suddenly broke away from the demon hunter's hand, trotted to the rocks and put her forehead on their chins After comparing their noses with each other, he opened his arms and hugged them hard. He was so proud that his nose almost turned up to the sky, "I just cast a teleportation magic to come to you! How about it, are you surprised? Am I awesome?! ”

"You? When did you learn magic?" Caris looked surprised.

"It's a long story. Anyway, I have become a magical little princess! What are you doing?"

"We are having a fishing competition! But I have killed Halma to pieces."

"Don't listen to her nonsense! Sister Xili, are you here to fulfill your promise to marry me?" Halma looked at the girl's innocent and charming face with burning eyes.

A few years ago, he had a skating competition with Shirley and ended up breaking his limbs and leaving a long scar on his face. After that, she stayed with herself lying on the bed, helping her read and chatting with her.

At that time, the two made a private decision for life.

It’s a pity that his father Kratz beat the mandarin duck so cruelly!

The little magical princess of Cintra, who has always been fearless, heard this and her cheeks turned strangely red.

Ashamed of my childish oath.

"Idiot, shut your mouth! Don't mention that ridiculous, play-acting engagement!" Caris saw her good sister's embarrassment and helped her out, "Ciri, come and play together?"

"Okay, okay! Let's compete, and the loser will do a thousand squats!"

The corner of the demon hunter's mouth twitched, why did he turn into air inexplicably?

"Everyone, we'll talk about the fishing competition later! Come here, Shiri! You weren't paying attention just now. You were thinking wildly, right? That's why there was an accident in teleportation!"

"Sorry, Roy, I couldn't control it just now, I was thinking of them both!"

"Ciri, who is this guy and why is he giving orders to you?"

"He is my good friend! Goodbye, Halma, Caris, we have to go back first!" Ciri waved goodbye and stepped back, holding the demon hunter's hand again, "I will be with you for a long time in the future. Stay at Grandpa Bran’s place, remember to find me!”

The witcher holds the pregnant woman on the right and wears the queen's shoes,

"Okay, you two, close your eyes, don't make any mistakes this time, imagine the tombstone of His Majesty East! Remember it is a tombstone!"

"Master Roy, if the three of us join forces, can we go anywhere? As long as we want to?"

A strange light flashed across Calanthe's green eyes.

"I don't know, I have never experienced such a strange teleportation! It's amazingly fast. It doesn't even require casting spells or fixed spatial coordinates. Whatever you want, it will arrive instantly."

"Except for being a little dizzy, it's perfect!"

The combined power of the three ancient blood owners frightened the hearts of demon hunters.

Perhaps this is the further blood power that Goddess Freya said!

So, there is no need for me to deprive them of their bloodline.

One is my little sister, and the other is my unexpected daughter.

Just join forces in the future!

Can you still escape from your own grasp?

Crash!

The waves crash against the rocks.

The three of them were once again submerged in a burst of white light.

The two brothers and sisters stared at the air and fell into a sluggish state.

"Why are you still standing there? Caris. Don't worry about that basket of **** fish! Call Uncle Falk and quickly take a boat to Little Skellige Island. I want to re-fight for the engagement with Ciri in front of Grandpa Bran and Grandpa Bran. Kratz’s face!”

……

As expected by the witcher, the next location was still not a tombstone.

What greeted them was a brightly lit castle corridor.

The ground is covered with luxurious saffron carpets, and flags with ruby ​​pendants and Temerian Baibaihe flags are hung evenly on the walls on the left and right sides.

"It's not me!" Xili's big eyes flashed with excitement, but she quickly shook her head at the serious-looking demon hunter to clarify.

"Sorry, Master Roy, this time it's my problem," and Calanthe stared at the two flags, "Now we are in the center of Soden, the castle of the last king Eckhard, now Temori The territory of King Foltest of Asia."

"It is also the venue for the North-South peace talks! I came here once a few years ago, so..."

"As expected of the lioness of Sintra, she is so courageous. She throws herself into the arms of the kings of the north and south who are eyeing you, and she even brings a child with her! You should pray that there is no fourth pair of eyes around here!"

"I want to see how Foltest and the others are getting on with Nilfgaard. I'm a little unwilling to do so." Calanthe pursed her lips, a hint of yearning appearing in her emerald green eyes. "I just thought about it, but I didn't expect it."

Roy suddenly made a silent gesture, and sneakily found a utility room in the corner of the corridor with his two grandparents.

唰

His figure instantly rose from the ground, like a black gecko, hanging from the ceiling, using his hands and feet to swim across the wall in the blink of an eye!

The sound of heavy metal collisions was heard not far from the corridor. A soldier wearing silver plate armor and carrying a long sword was walking towards the end of the corridor. Suddenly his vision went dark, and a triangular talisman was reflected in his pupils. He was instantly lost. the focal length. He opened and closed his lips and whispered to the demon hunter in front of him in a low voice.

"The ten kings of the north, their magical advisors, and Nilfgaard's envoys gathered in this castle? And Vilgefortz?"

Roy stared at the conference room at the end of the corridor, where eight knights in armor were guarding.

Judging from the badges on his chest, he comes from different northern countries.

A sudden impulse surged in his heart.

If you summon Leviathan at this time.

Can we just get rid of the big shots from the North and the South in one fell swoop?

He immediately laughed and shook his head. Are you treating Wigefortz and the warlocks from the north and the south as decorations?

He tried to approach the conference room.

However, less than half way through, the magic power in the body became unusually sluggish, and some invisible substance in the air blocked the operation of the magic power.

The entire large iron door is actually made of anti-magic metal.

"Yes, for such an important occasion, there will definitely be anti-magic protection measures. Then teleportation and flashing will be ineffective." Roy gave up the unreliable idea of ​​adventurous spying and returned to find the two ancestors of Calanthe. Sun,

"Sorry, it's too dangerous to stay here for a long time."

A trace of regret appeared on Calanthe's face, and he nodded in understanding.

"One day, I will come back openly and honestly!"

"Let's go!"

The three of them held hands.

This time, it was Roy's turn to lose his mind, and a beautiful image appeared in his mind.

Three figures turned into white light and disappeared.

At the same time.

The layout on the conference table is clearly divided into three sides.

On one side is the Northern Alliance.

A group of rulers wearing crowns and various capes behind them.

The most handsome king is Foltest of Temeria, Vizmir II of Redania, Meve, the beautiful queen of Lyria and Rivia, King De of Aedirn with a huge beer belly Mavi, the bearded and tough King Henselt of Kaedwen sat in the front row, accompanied by magical consultants Keira Metz and Triss who were dressed up as if they were participating in a beauty pageant. Merigold, Philippa Earhart, Sabine...

In the second row sat the kings of Bruges, Kairak, Verden and other small countries, and the bishop of the Eternal Fire of Redania.

On the opposite side, there are only a few representatives from the south. The current governor of Cintra, Menno Kuhorn, is wearing a black armor. Nilfgaard's ambassador Hillard Fitz Oyestelan is writing hard to accompany him. Several warlocks working there had calm eyes, and among them was Wei Ge Fringilla, who had suffered a big loss at Roy's hands.

However, the northern kings, who were outnumbered, looked serious and livid.

Menno Culhorn had a smile on his face, looking very satisfied.

"Okay, your noble majesties, after two days of detailed and meticulous negotiations, the Northern Alliance and Nilfgaard have reached a peace treaty. Let me confirm the main terms of the agreement with you again," standing in the center of the round table Wearing a black dress and looking slender and strong, Wigfortz cleared his throat, and his loud words reached the ears of every king.

"First of all, the Nilfgaardian army completely withdraws from the occupied Upper Soden and returns the land to His Majesty Foltest, the current ruler of Soden."

Queen Miwei fiddled with the huge ruby ​​on her neck in a depressed manner, her plump lips twisted.

It’s Temeria who takes the lead again!

"Secondly, from the date of the signing of the peace treaty, Cintra, as well as its tributary states Viden and Attri, will belong to Nilfgaard and become its northern province, fully under its jurisdiction. But Bru The grid was drawn out of Cintra and became the territory of Temeria."

Foltest smiled happily.

The other kings looked gloomy.

Especially the kings of Kaedwin and Aedirn stared at Foltest's noble profile, with a flash of fire in their eyes.

Forget it, this guy is the nephew of the late King Eckhard of Soden.

Who is called Brugg? He is in the middle of Temeria!

If you give it to other countries, you won’t be able to hold it!

"Third, Nilfgaard must compensate the countries in the north, except Temeria... The specific compensation amount will be based on the number of killed and standard reference agreement..."

Menno Kuhorn glanced at the amount in the agreement, and smoothed his bandit-like beard without changing his expression. This amount of money was not a problem for the powerful empire, if the other party did not want to take the florin. After being melted and recast into other coins, he was eager to make more compensation and strengthen the economic offensive in the south.

As for the northern kings, their faces were a little cloudy, and they barely had a little consolation prize.

"Fourth, Nilfgaard's soldiers and fleets are not allowed to cross the north bank of the Yaruga River. Verden's territory is still protected by its own troops... The most important thing is the black territory north of the Amer Mountains. The number of Army A must not exceed 30,000. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a precursor to invasion, and the North has the right to attack first!"

Ambassador Nilfgaard sighed, this was quite troublesome.

"Fifth, from the date of signing of the agreement, the North and the South will coexist peacefully for ten years. If either party uses force rashly first, the terms of the agreement will be completely null and void!"

The kings were shocked.

"Your Majesty, it's time to sign your names."

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Let me set an example!"

Foltest straightened the crown on his head, opened the agreement in front of him, and signed his name neatly.

Except for Nilfgaard in this agreement.

It was Temeria that reaped the greatest benefits, with both Brugg and Soden included in the territory.

However, Temeria also made the greatest sacrifice among the coalition forces, killing tens of thousands of people!

The kings of the North exchanged glances with the magic advisors around them.

For a moment, the whole conference room heard the rustle of quills rubbing paper.

……

Wilgefortz's eyes slowly swept across all the kings present, and his tone was full and powerful, "The battle on Sodden Mountain, countless blood and death taught us that peace is hard-won, I hope you will cherish it more!"

"Whoever dares to break the agreement will be standing against all His Majesty present!"

"As the leader of this meeting, I, Vigefortz, and my colleagues in the northern magic world, out of morality and a black-and-white agreement, can only say sorry to that person!" The strongest of the Warlock Brotherhood The person who was present issued a warning from the magical world to the person at the peak of power.

However, most of the northern kings did not take it seriously.

The Brotherhood of Northern Warlocks is of course assisting the North.

Their magic advisors are all inside!

Weige breathed a sigh of relief and was very satisfied with the performance of all the big shots.

He suddenly glanced at the door of the conference room, stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples.

A feeling of loss arises for no reason,

It seems that I have missed something crucial, something that can affect my destiny.

……

The third transmission.

Roy arrived where he wanted to go, an island full of nature.

It is like a huge stone pillar emerging from the waves, full of ziggurats, spiral roads, winding ladders and platforms, green forests and gardens.

The greenery is dotted with a towering white tower, attached to a swallow-neck-like stone, and a domed building surrounded by galleries.

At the top of the island, there is a towering ancient tower, Tor Laura, the Tower of Seagulls.

They are located at the bottom of the island, in a secluded courtyard.

In the pond opposite, transparent dew swayed on the lotus leaves. When the wind blew, the dewdrops on the lotus leaves flowed down like broken pearls.

A green willow tree swings thousands of silk ribbons towards the pond.

Roy looked past the low earthen wall. On one side of the island was the gray-green sea, reflecting the midday sun, with dots of white sails scattered among it.

After passing a bridge on the other side, you can see high walls surrounding it, towering steeples, and the top of the tower shining.

"Gos Velen," Roy let go of the girl and the pregnant woman, and looked around the secluded courtyard in the four corners. Who was he sensing? "This mountain rising from the sea is Thanede Island."

"The place where Yennefer once learned magic? Are those towers Aretusa?" Ciri stared at the white tower over there with great interest.

"Master Roy, why did you bring us here?" Calanthe grabbed her granddaughter's hand nervously, "Yennefer promised to teach Xili magic, she will never join Ai Ritusa."

"Don't worry! I'm just here to meet a woman..." Roy said, "You two have gone to where you want to be. To be fair, you should fulfill me once, right? Otherwise, it will be discrimination against men!"

Caranthe was speechless.

"Humph, it's obviously you for the first time! Roy, you are acting like a rogue!" Xili pouted and glared at him.

"Nonsense! Hold your grandmother's hand, let's go to the academy...to..." The witcher suddenly faltered and was speechless.

The heterochromatic pupils turned to the willow tree with green silk ribbons hanging down.

And the pond in front of the willow tree.

Four bare arms suddenly stretched out from the pond.

Two are wheat-colored, and two are as white as snowflakes.

The crystal water spray wetted the open space by the pond along the arm, and then two pretty faces emerged from below and were placed in the middle of the arm.

With a small, round face, he looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin and a delicate appearance.

Wet brown hair is draped on the back of her head, her **** eyes sparkle with innocence and childishness, her nose and red lips are small and delicate, and her cheeks have a bit of cute baby fat, making her look innocent and cute.

A memory from two or three years ago came to the witcher.

Eddesberg, that hunchbacked little girl, has grown up.

Casca/Toya

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Identity: Student of Aretusa

Life: 70

Magic power: 180

Attributes:

Strength: 5

Agility: 5

Physique: 7

Perception: 7

Will: 7

Charm: 8

Spirit: 18

Skills:

Passive source of magic, meditation lv2, ice arrow lv2, frost armor lv2, fireball lv2...

……

The other face has lips as bright as rose petals and eyes as blue as the ocean.

The sunlight made her red hair look like dancing flames, making her extremely beautiful.

……

"Grandma Rita!" Ciri noticed the strange expression on the witcher's face and yelled maliciously.

The two people playing in the pond were attracted and their eyes turned around.

Casca exclaimed and shrank her body into the pond like a turtle.

But the sorceress smiled boldly,

There was a crash and water splashed everywhere.

Rita Nied climbed out of the pond.

Xili stared at this great beauty, her delicate skin and uneven figure were more beautiful than nymphs and marble statues ~IndoMTL.com~ and more thrilling, just like mountains falling down and turning into fertile fields.

She looked at herself comparatively, then at her grandma's swollen belly, and bit her lips.

Alas!

I can’t do it at the top, nor can I do it at the bottom.

Almost at the same time, a black gauze skirt automatically covered Rita Nieder's body.

"Roy, Ciri, and this is Queen Calanthe?"

She walked over calmly and subconsciously took the witcher's arm. Her long hair brushed the witcher's cheek, exuding a unique fragrance, and her bright eyes were full of curiosity.

"Do you believe me when I say it was an accident?" Roy turned to her and smiled awkwardly. She didn't blink, thinking about her students, "I'll admit it. I came here to see you. By the way, I tried out the new abilities with Ciri and His Highness Calanthe."

The queen held her belly and frowned, a look of tiredness appearing on her brows.

"New ability?"

"Things are a bit complicated," the witcher turned to the edge of the pond, with half a head popping up and a pair of big dark eyes looking at it furtively.

"Casca? Toya?"

"Roy! You, you still remember me?" Two small dimples appeared on the girl's round face, her eyes were red, and her clear voice like a lark was filled with surprise and a hint of choking.

"We did it before."

"Come up quickly, Casca, and meet Brother Roy, whom you have longed for and made a promise to!" The sorceress looked at the man beside her with a half-smile, but there was a gleam of fire in her eyes.

The latter tried his best to maintain a calm expression and turned his face slightly to avoid her death gaze.

The sorceress spared him for now.

"The queen seems a little tired, let's go, let's find a place to sit and have a good chat!"