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Firetail Hotel, in a room on the second floor.

In the claustrophobic room, there was a loud roar of horses, and the body of the couple who was mixing oil in the honey froze.

The man looked back with a stiff face - I don't know when, a huge brown horse head appeared beside the bed, its black jewel-like copper bell eyes stared blankly at himself on the bed, full of humanized curiosity.

"Yu..."

It let out another cry, then pursed its lips, and a row of big white teeth sighed at the man, blowing the brown hair on his forehead to the side.

The dazed man stared at it with big eyes and small eyes, stalemate for a moment, and rubbed his eyes suddenly,

"Darling... am I dazzled and hallucinating?"

"Honey? There's a horse in the hotel room? Is this a dream?"

"Ah!" The woman suddenly shouted and retracted the quilt. Two strange men suddenly appeared behind the horse, and the young one smiled awkwardly, "Sorry for disturbing the two of you, we will leave immediately, please continue!"

The man in the quilt was frightened by Leto's prehistoric beast-like body, and immediately——

"It's over, what should I do if I can't stand up!" He had already anticipated the bleak second half of his life!

"Bastards! It's all your fault, who are you and where did you come from!"

He suddenly glanced at the strange pupils of the visitor and the long sword behind him, and his tone could not help but be like a mosquito, "Why...however...just ran to our room...these two horses...what's going on?"

"That..." Roy rubbed his temples in distress, "You have so many questions, let's continue..."

"Continue? Do you think I'm still in the mood to continue?!"

The man's roar stopped abruptly, the woman fell into a sluggishness, and two green inverted triangles suddenly appeared in the four pupils.

"Remember," the witcher flexed his fingers in mid-air, with a wicked smile on his lips, "you are still in love and have forgotten what happened in the past ten minutes. You will continue to 'farm' , for two hours."

"Huh?" The big man next to him maintained the seal in his hand,

He glanced at him reproachfully.

"Okay, one hour will do! It's a man, it can't be less than an hour!"

...

"call……"

The witcher wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, and in the strange eyes of the hotel, each led a horse into the street.

"Little devil, just give blood to an exotic wizard to study, you are not afraid of his next curse, so that your life is better than death!"

"Don't worry, Azar Javid is not a good thing at first glance. I won't be stupid enough to give him my blood... We killed a lot of monsters along the way and provided me with a lot of blood materials." Roy gave He gave the big man a reassuring look. With his personal space, it shouldn't be too easy to secretly change.

"I didn't break my word, and it counts as my blood—the blood I carry."

What can a wizard who studies monster blood as witcher blood produce? Roy is looking forward to it.

...

The streets of Sintra were unusually wide, with solid bluestone paved roads twice as wide as Vizima. The surrounding buildings are simple and atmospheric. The walls of the houses are built with well-defined stone materials, which are tall and thick, and there are no extra pattern decorations on the windows of the houses.

The refreshing sea breeze with the smell of sea salt blows from the west, and the pedestrians on the streets dress very differently from the people in the inland.

Because Sintra is adjacent to the sea and maintains a good alliance with the Skellige Islands on the sea, the people here are more or less infected with the sturdy atmosphere of the islanders, and they can be seen everywhere wearing headscarves and sleeveless shorts. A man with two big arms exposed, his cheeks rough and flushed by the sea breeze.

There are also some thick bearded men with bare chests, striding down the street with great strides. They spoke rudely, with descriptions of prostitutes, drinks, and boats in their mouths, and occasionally flirted with a passing woman, who glared at him unto be outdone, then threw a bunch of ugly swear words and walked away.

For the first time, two witchers walked into the crowd without getting too many strange looks.

"Yes, the people of Sintra are not as petty as other places!" Roy couldn't help but praised.

He still remembered seeing a document before, that Sintra was breached by Nilfgaard in the future, and all the royal family and nobles of Sintra died in order to keep the festival.

On the day of the fall of the country, most of the people of Sintra did not surrender to the invading army, although the Nilfgaardian executioner did not give them the option to surrender-women killed their children, and men killed their wives, Then commit suicide!

All these actions combined to create the famous Sintra massacre in history.

This record may be exaggerated, but it suffices to show that Sintra is a country full of iron blood and courage, with few cowards and soft eggs.

...

The two continued to move forward, their eyes floating involuntarily to the north of Sintra, on the lonely cliff on the coast.

There stands a majestic castle, inhabited by Sintra's current tallest ruler, the lioness Calanthe.

Roy's mind flashed about this woman's life.

Her life was full of legend and ambition, but as a daughter, she was not recognized by the traditional Sintra nobility and could not legitimately become king.

She wanted to have a son to inherit Sintra's throne and ambitions, but after giving birth to Ciri's mother Princess Pavetta, she lost her fertility due to a miscarriage. Therefore, her first husband, Rogner of Ebin, found a fertile princess, but it didn't take long for the concubine to die.

According to folklore, Calanser killed his first husband by poisoning himself to avoid the loss of power in the future.

Shortly after Rogner's death, Calanthe married his second husband, East Tursek from Skellige, who was also the current husband, but East was just an obedient shopkeeper. The titular puppet king, the actual power of Sintra remains firmly in the hands of Calanthe.

As he grows older, in order to consolidate his power, Calanthe hopes that his baby daughter Paveta will give birth to a boy and inherit the throne of Sintra. However, the latter gave birth to a daughter, Ciri, who inherited the blood of the ancients, and then "unfortunately" suffered a shipwreck and her whereabouts were unknown soon after.

Now Calanser's living relatives are only Ciri, but it is a pity that this little girl is still unable to inherit the throne. The witcher had a hunch that the man in power was about to start looking for puppets again.

"Calculate the time, little Ciri should be nursed back to the palace, probably in the last few days, Calanser will send her to see that fat fiancé."

The witcher couldn't wait to go to the palace to see the little girl, and through the connection of fate, he found Geralt, the wolf demon hunter.

Take the first steps in the witcher's revival.

Roy's thoughts were like electricity, and Leto took him around in the alleys of Sintra, chasing the marks of the Snake School scattered on the surrounding corners and trees, and came to a remote and dilapidated building. outside the yard.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Three taps in a row, and two taps at intervals.

"Who..." After knocking on the door, a slightly sharp male voice came from the residence, and Leto gave a rare grin.

"The water ghost is here to entertain with the sword. Is there any wine for the old friend? Don't open the door yet, idiot!"

"Squeak--" The old wooden door that was yellow and shabby opened, revealing a wooden face with a red hairband. Roy's eyes turned on his face, and he had a similar feeling, and then suddenly realized,

Isn't this the Viper Sect witcher Serrit who arrived at Kaye Village with Leto half a year ago?

Soon, another face with a hood that was similar to him appeared next to the man. It was Ox, the inseparable brother of the witcher Serrit.

"Look, what a handsome young man!" Oakes squeezed his indifferent brother away with a smile, and grabbed the young witcher's hand with great enthusiasm.

"The fourth member of the Viper School, Roy the Witcher, you are finally here!"

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