The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Xili’s arrangement

"It's unbelievable that the school of demon hunters, which had been fragmented for hundreds of years, was reunited because of a young junior."

"Seventeen demon hunters, plus two warlocks, and a member of the Skellid Druid Circle, are already a huge force that cannot be ignored. What's more, you are still cultivating new blood. ”

After listening to Geralt's description of the entire Witcher Brotherhood, Yennefer's violet eyes flashed with brilliance, "This Roy has a unique vision, and you stubborn old people can't help but admire him." Not as good as him!"

"Where is he?"

Ciri also looked at Geralt. She had not seen Roy for more than a month since she last came back from Cristide's mother's house, and she missed him very much.

After all, only when he is here can I ride the Gorfen comfortably.

"Roy is in trouble," Oakes pressed Geralt's shoulder and answered before he could, to prevent the guy from being obsessed with **** and telling the new woman everything.

The fewer people who know about the four great masters, the safer it is.

"In order not to injure his family, he cannot return to Gawain's house for the time being, and I hope you will not mention his name outside."

"Of course, I promise, give me the chance again..." Yennefer shook her head regretfully. In fact, she still had a lot of curiosity about the Demon Hunter Brotherhood, but it was difficult for her to get to the bottom of it when she first arrived. "Now let's get back to it. Getting to the point,"

The sorceress touched the little girl's head and snapped her fingers. The pendants of the two demon hunters present trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew down the curtains of the conference room, blocking the curious eyes in the yard. At the same time, the sound outside the house is blocked.

Roy, who was watching from a distance in the Nine Valleys, frowned.

Suddenly, the gryphon, which had been lying under the window sill to eavesdrop, rushed into the conference room openly. When its huge body completely entered the room, its long tail lightly twitched back.

The oak door is closed.

"Goo!"

It raised its big, eagle-like furry head towards the sorceress, its bright black eyes conveying an anthropomorphic emotion——

Now that I am clean, let’s continue.

"Haha, Gorfen! Come and let me hug you!" Ciri jumped up and climbed onto the back of the gryphon, her little face squeezed into the black mane between its neck, and she squinted her eyes and took a deep breath. .

"Ignore them..." Geralt rubbed his temples, "You continue."

"Geralt, how did you find Ciri? There are rumors that the princess of Cintra has died among the refugees."

The sorceress gave the gryphon a serious look, "But as far as I know, the entire four northern countries are mobilizing their intelligence agencies to search for the whereabouts of this little princess of Cintra... The four kings in the north are eager to get her in order to obtain Cintra To win the support of immigrants and gain benefits from the devastated land occupied by Nilfgaard..."

"And Nilfgaard is also extremely thirsty for her. They need an easy-to-control royal bloodline of Cintra in order to gain legitimate rights to rule. The current governor of Cintra, Menno Kuhorn, is very worried about this. ."

"In addition, Generalissimo Vesekid, who survived the Battle of Sintra, with the support of King Brugovenslav, took in refugees and established the Restoration Army... They are also looking for Little Xili."

The smile on the face of the girl lying on the back of the griffin suddenly faded, and she became timid and uneasy, feeling the griffin's hot body temperature and rapid heartbeat without saying a word.

"Ye, I know everything you said. I know that there is a Nilfgaardian black knight and a mage dressed as a mercenary who are tracking Ciri, but so what? The connection of fate guided me to find "Fuck her," Bai Lang looked at the thin girl, with a touch of tenderness on his dull face.

Since he found Ciri last time, he made a decision never to let go.

My own retreat and forbearance can only make fate punish her even more!

"Now my brothers and I will protect her, shelter her, and let her grow up healthily and happily!"

"So, you are not going to hand her over to any force?" Yennefer showed a true expression on her face, and glanced at the little girl who buried her face in the mane of the gryphon, her pale face A trace of pity emerged, "Then, what are your plans? Cultivate this princess as an ordinary person, so that she can live a short life in an ordinary way."

"Or maybe train her to be a witcher? Just like the five children who just appeared, drink a bunch of messy potions - witcher's pre-drugs, unique fungi and mushrooms, and then take... The poisonous herbal potion will make you roll on the ground in pain, but you have a three-in-ten chance of surviving and transforming into a demon hunter."

“I, I want to be a witcher!” Ciri shouted, jumped off the back of the gryphon, rushed over, took Geralt’s hand and shook it coquettishly, “I want to be like Geralt. Become a swordsman who hunts monsters!"

"Stupid girl!" Ye Naifa narrowed his eyes, grabbed her other hand, and pulled her closer to him, "You don't understand what this means at all. You are still young and need the right one. Guide, not violent drugs to develop a catalytic body!"

The girl was startled by her commanding tone and took a few steps back, away from the smell of lilac and gooseberry on her body.

Geralt was confused when he saw this.

After discussing with more than a dozen brothers, he did consider letting Ciri start the Witcher Trial and become the first girl in the Brotherhood to undergo a mutation.

The dangers she faces are too many and too severe.

She must have the power to protect herself.

But it hasn’t entered the preparation stage yet.

"What's wrong with our medicine? The grass decoction has been improved by Ms. Rita and Master Kalkstein and is quite safe." Oakes crossed his hands across his chest, showing off his bulging chest muscles, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words, and looked at the woman with amber pupils. Warlock, "I feel that you have a deep prejudice against witchers."

"Don't get me wrong, I will discuss the matter as it is," Ye said with a haughty smile, and the fingers of his black leather gloves gently pressed the corners of Xili's mouth,

"Open your mouth, ah——"

The sorceress revealed her fine teeth like a horse's teeth.

Xili immediately shook her head and broke away from her cold fingers, snorted angrily, exposed her teeth, and wanted to bite,

The sorceress pinched her cheeks and pulled them to both sides, turning her delicate face into a pie shape.

"She is only ten years old now... just beginning to develop, and your drugs will alter the normal developmental stages of her body, like a drug-ripened chick, growing more rapidly but also exhausting her potential early, e.g. Geralt..."

Yennefer stared at the lover she had not seen for a long time and sighed, "You were originally a magic source, but unfortunately, mutations in your childhood destroyed your talent for magic!"

"In addition, the witcher's drugs will disrupt her hormones and destroy her endocrine system. Coupled with the heavy physical and sword training, it will cause changes in her body and muscle tissue, and in the end even cruelly deprive her of Feminine characteristics! Shirley will hate you in the future, do you understand?"

"It makes sense." Oaks glanced at Yennefer's exquisite and undulating chest under the black coat, and then glanced at Xiao Xili, imagining a cute childlike face, well-developed tendons, and soft **** transformed into A woman with strong breasts.

I was trembling all over.

I have to admit that Yennefer considers the problem more comprehensively.

"It's not too late now. As you can see, Ciri is as healthy as a little leopard." Geralt said slowly, his eyes passing over the sorceress's face, "What suggestions do you have?"

"Proper training," Yennefer raised her chin slightly and circled around Ciri. Her eyes were like those of a businessman looking at the goods, which made the little girl tremble uneasily.

No, she meant no harm.

"Cultural courses, as well as some physical training for self-protection. The world is difficult, and these trainings will allow her to protect herself at critical moments. After all, the witcher is not a nanny. You can't keep an eye on her all the time."

"We have this plan!" Geralt nodded.

"Can I go jumping on wooden stakes in the future? Can I also drink those green juices?" Xili suddenly jumped up and down happily like a rabbit, her emerald green eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Those are not fruit juices, they are herbal juices that enhance physical fitness. They taste bitter." Oaks showed a cruel smile, "And believe me, Ciri, you will cry and shout 'Don't train' in the future."

Xili bulged her skinny arms, "Don't look down on people! I've fought with a 'crybaby', I've also farmed and raised chickens! I'm not as delicate as you think!" ”

"Second!" Yennefer hugged Ciri's thin shoulders tightly. It was hard to imagine that the little princess who used to be well-dressed and well-fed had suffered so many crimes. "She can't just stay in Gawain's house. Although it is a good place. A place suitable for training students."

"But her identity is very sensitive, and she cannot stay in one place all the time, otherwise she will be found by spies from the north and south sooner or later. You have to pay attention, Geralt, your connection with the little princess of Cintra is very important to those who are interested. It’s not a secret. Be careful that they follow your line and find her.”

Yennefer warned coldly, "Occasionally you have to take her to the outside world, to gain experience in other places, and to avoid the limelight."

Hearing this, Xili spontaneously held the sorceress's hand.

Raise up your little face full of admiration.

Crying with gratitude.

I misunderstood you, Ms. Yennefer, it turns out you can hear my heart.

Every sentence speaks to my heart.

"We have to wait until after the Civil War. The roads are not so dangerous." Geralt remembered Roy reminding him so, so he has not left Nuo City recently, but it is also time to cooperate with the forces he is familiar with in Nuo City. Early warning arrangements. "Then the children will visit other places of interest together, such as the Temple of Meriteri in Elland."

"But before that, we will take her to Skellige to meet someone."

Xili covered her little mouth, surprise in her eyes!

Are you finally going to see grandma?

But she didn't say anything. Geralt had repeatedly warned her not to reveal to anyone that her grandmother was still alive!

"What are you going to do?" Yennefer asked.

The white wolf said nothing.

A trace of displeasure flashed in the sorceress's eyes, and she raised her chin without forcing it.

"The third and most important point!" Yennefer's pale, tapered face was filled with solemnity, "I don't know if you have noticed it, but as a warlock, the first thing I touched when I touched her body was In time, I will understand what kind of existence Xili is."

"What is she?" Geralt asked.

"Source of law!"

"No," Geralt shook his head, "the badge didn't respond to her at all. She didn't show any magic tricks."

"That's just because she doesn't know her potential at all and doesn't know how to use it, so her talent has always been in a dormant state and rarely shows its edge."

"But this cannot hide the fact that she has been slowly and gently intersecting with the chaotic energy in the environment. She has one of the best magical talents in the world. Don't forget her bloodline, her mother!"

Geralt was silent, and a scene from ten years ago appeared in his mind - at the blind date party held by Calanthe for his daughter Pavetta, Pavetta screamed while hanging in the air, and the amazing magic overturned the entire banquet hall.

Maybe Xili inherited her mother's talent.

I don't know if this is good or bad.

"Ms. Yennefer," Oakes suddenly looked evil, "You don't want to take Ciri to Aretussa Magic Academy?"

"Your worries are inexplicable!" Yennefer frowned and gently combed the silver hair on the back of Ciri's head with her fingers. "Warlocks have long stopped collecting magic sources and children with magical talents, and stopped taking them from their parents. Take it away! A knowledgeable person will naturally send the child there. I don’t intend to take Ciri away from you, and I will keep it secret for you."

The sorceress has a serious expression and a gentle but powerful voice,

"I promise you, Geralt."

"I never doubted you, Ye..." Bai Lang finally seized the opportunity to express.

"In order to prevent the increasing magic power in this little magic source from getting out of control and threatening the children around her, I will stay and guide her..." Yennefer finally stated her purpose, "until she masters the simplest method of controlling magic power. ."

"Ms. Yennefer, when the time comes, can I also release magic and fly like a Golfin?" Ciri's eyes suddenly brightened,

"It can't fly, it can only float in the air."

"A qualified sorceress needs at least decades of training. In a short period of time, you can only use the most rudimentary magic tricks, and you have to train hard. But if you persevere, you will definitely grow. A talented warlock." Yennefer paused, a trace of awe flashed in her eyes, "Just like Vilgefortz."

"I promise!" Ciri beamed with joy. In her naive imagination, magic and swordsmanship were both interesting games.

Geralt nodded and stared at the dazzling sorceress, "Then in addition to cultural classes and physical education classes, we will arrange a magic class for Ciri, but will it affect your business?"

"So what if it affects me? Do you want to compensate me?" Yennefer looked at the white-haired man with undulating eyes. The lipstick on her lips shone seductively, as if sending a silent invitation.

Geralt turned his head slightly.

"My only business now is to educate Ciri! If you don't mind, how about letting me teach her the first lesson?" Yennefer glanced at the faces of the two demon hunters, and held the girl's hand tightly. Little Hands, "Waiting at the dinner table, introduce me to the other members of the Witcher Brotherhood and the children."

……

"Huh..." At the bottom of the Nine Valleys Lake, Roy, who had finished his surveillance, withdrew his attention from Golfen and walked down the bluestone stairs into the brightly lit laboratory.

A plump sorceress in a black dress is in front of the enchantment table. Colorful chaotic energy crackles at her fingertips. Bright runes cover a smooth and flawless wrench in the center of the enchantment table. First.

It was Erlend Ashmane of Skyrim Province who used the Sky Forge to create plate armor with an additional 40% fire resistance for him.

"Just in time!" Rita Nied noticed the movement behind her and hooked her hand, "Try your new armor!"

"I have changed the enchantment on the plate armor chest from fire resistance to 'fire aura' for you. After being activated, your body will be enveloped by a layer of magical aura, creating an invisible fire shield. , continuously damaging any target close to you, except yourself."

"When idle, it will automatically absorb the chaotic energy in the air, and it can last up to half an hour when full of energy."

"It's quite impressive, Coral." Roy took off his light leather armor, and Rita Nied carefully helped him adjust the collar.

"By the way, Ms. Evelyn from the Botanical Garden has initially transplanted thirty kinds of herbs from Tianrim Province, but the medicinal use still needs to be cultivated for a year or two." Coral adjusted his cuffs and collar again while using a gentle and magnetic voice. Convey the current situation of the fraternity,

"Letho and Kyaan used the herbs you brought from Skyrim to improve the first potion, Thunder, and its effect was increased by 20%."

"Master Vesemir has researched most of the forging process of this set of Skyforge armor. Unfortunately, with our current technology, we cannot replicate it, let alone use the dragon scales and dragon bones you brought back. We urgently need a forger now. Master."

Roy thought it was time to go find Berengar.

Coral noticed his expression and saw through his mind at a glance, "While you and Geralt were searching for Ciri, Vesemir had already gone to Vizima to look for Belengar in person. It's a pity that the Wolf faction abandoned it. The disciple is still traveling outside, and he probably won’t be able to come back within a year or two.”

Roy rubbed his chin and racked his brains to recall the possible weapon masters and armor masters. Because it was too early, the well-known elf blacksmith Hatoli in No City and Yuna, the female blacksmith in Viren, were unknown in his memory. The only place he could think of to have a master armorsmith was the Skellige Islands.

On the island of Udvik, there is the Todaloqu family, which has the best blacksmith and forge.

It just so happens that he is going to Skellige to investigate the Archmage of Ortolan to get information about Idalan, and solve the problem together along the way.

He informed Coral directly of his plan.

"Ms. Visenna sent news not long ago that the Druid Circle in Mayena and the Druid Circle near Soden are suspected of showing traces of rainbow-red light. Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the initiator are still unknown. ”

Roy nodded. The red light that purified sin did not threaten them, but it was not a top priority.

"I forgot to tell you that Yennefer has arrived at Gawain's house. You can go and communicate with her when you have time."

"Oh, the dark-haired woman from Vengerberg..." Rita Nieder's eyes flashed with a strange light. ~IndoMTL.com~ Are you familiar with her? ”

"In a normal relationship, she has a very proud temperament and is difficult to get close to." Rita Nied gently touched Roy's cheek with the cold fingers of her left hand. "I heard it was related to her initial transformation. The transformation was too deep and affected her character."

"I, Triss, and then Yennefer..." There was a hint of scrutiny in the sorceress's tone, her blue eyes staring straight at the witcher. "What on earth do you think of recruiting all the sorceresses with connections into the Witcher Brotherhood?"

"Don't get me wrong!" Roy quickly shook his head and explained, "Yennefer and Geralt are entangled...I just...well, to help them!"

Coral reluctantly accepted the explanation.

"Speaking of which, the Battle of Soden Mountain is over. Can I go back to the Warlock Brotherhood and Arethusa?"

Roy was caught off guard and asked, "Why are you going back?"

Suddenly hearing that she was leaving, the demon hunter felt a little uneasy.

"I didn't sell myself to the Brotherhood. Demon hunters also have the right to enjoy hot water and fine wine after entrustment. Can't the mage take a break to celebrate if his experiment is successful?"

Roy was immediately speechless.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon after I meet some old friends, all of whom are women!" Coral leaned her head on his shoulder,

Roy's eyes swept across her soft and delicate cheeks, "Don't get involved in the power disputes within the warlock organization, and don't get yourself involved in the political whirlpool."

"Stay away from your stubborn Principal Tisaya, Phillipa Earhart, and all members of the Wizarding Coven—especially Wigfortz and Valley Daisy!"

"Valley Daisy, you mean Ms. Francesca?"

"Yes, her identity is even more complicated than her beauty, so it's best to stay away from her."

Counting the time, the Scoia'tael are about to show up.

"Well, I'll explain it to you in detail next time."