The Divine Hunter

"Mossack-."

The witcher inserted the long sword into the sword pocket behind his back, and took off the iron glove that protected his fingers.

"Geralt." The knight stopped ten minutes away. "How long has it been since we saw each other? To meet you here. Let's talk about business before we talk, how about Ciri?"

The witcher turned and glanced at the girl who was still pretending to be asleep, "Little lady, open your eyes and see who's here? Get off Roy quickly!"

"Uncle Mossack?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at the person who came. The old man had a gray beard that hung down to his chest, his eyes were deep, and his face was wrinkled like a knife. .

He had leopard skins draped over his shoulders, a dark red coat inside, a black hat decorated with three antlers, and a tawny staff slanted like a tree root behind him.

Due to his burly stature, the gray horse under him was slightly petite against the backdrop of his huge size, which made one have to worry about whether he would suddenly be crushed to his knees.

Hearing the clear voice of the little girl, he jumped off his horse and opened his hands.

After a while, Mossack hugged Ciri tightly in his arms.

"Did Grandma send you here, uncle? Is she worried about me?"

"Don't worry..." Mossack smiled and brushed the girl's fluffy hair, then glanced at the young witcher, "she's busy soaking that baby belt. Be prepared. , little princess, you will be very painful and cry badly."

Ciri's face turned pale, and she subconsciously covered her once devastated part.

"Wait first..." Geralt looked around cautiously. "The corpses on the floor are not a place to talk. Let's finish the corpse and then talk about it."

"You don't have to worry about this." Suddenly, a few slender figures appeared from behind a tree not far away.

"Brian? You've been hiding there eavesdropping?"

"No..." The honey-haired tree spirit shook his head, "Let's come over and see what happened just now. Are these dead people a group of genuine scalp hunters?"

The witcher nodded, "They robbed and killed a caravan, and are going to frame the blame on your compatriots.

"

"Then we owe you one time today." A smile appeared on Brian's face. "The bodies of these hunters are natural fertilizers. Next, my sisters and I will handle them for you."

With that, she threw a pocket at the witcher.

"what?"

"Blok Leon's specialty, the vine roots of Klein Hela vines and the symbiotic buds of purple elderberry, can be used for potion preparation, which is the reward for these corpses."

"and many more……"

Roy pleaded with the tree spirits, "Can you let me do a search before you transport the 'fertilizer' away. There are some shiny things on these guys, I don't think they will be used in the forest?"

A moment later, the young witcher said goodbye to the dryad with two hundred crowns in satisfaction.

For the sake of the revival of the school, he had to cherish every penny.

...

Continuing to go east for a while, the twilight began to close, and the four of them set up a bonfire on a horse.

"Calanser withdrew her decision," Mossack said. "She didn't want to marry Ciri to Christine."

"The mind of the superior is always unpredictable. This is the second time she has repented for Ciri." Geralt said sarcastically,

"Ever, the king of Verdon, sent his men to attack the caravan and planted the blame on the dryad, which is disgusting. In view of this, even if the queen does not change her mind, I will not let the little cutie who I saw as a child marry Wieden's successor."

"I'll take her back to Sintra right away! Let's go together, Geralt. Don't run away this time."

Geralt was silent for a moment, turning away from Ciri's expectant little eyes.

Mossack knew that he couldn't force it, so he changed the subject first.

"White Wolf, to be honest, this young man is not the apprentice you have accepted in recent years, a new accidental son?"

"I wish he was my apprentice, then everyone would be happy." Geralt sighed, the situation of the wolf faction was also in the dark, and there was no new blood for many years.

"Little brother, Geralt has mentioned it before. It is thanks to you that Ciri can escape from Brock Leon smoothly. On behalf of Queen Calanthe, I would like to express my thanks to you, and when I return to Sintra, I will ask your Majesty to pay more attention. Reward you!"

"The reward will be waived." Roy waved his hand, the water of Brock Leon is already the biggest reward, not to mention getting acquainted with Geralt and hooking up with the wolf faction.

He winked at the girl napping like a kitten, curled up on the rug by the campfire,

"Ciri is my good friend, do I need to be paid for helping my good friend?"

"The witcher doesn't always follow the terms of the contract in black and white, and the money and the goods are clear."

"That's for someone else. Have you seen Geralt asking for payment from the great poet Dandelion?"

"Alright then," Mossack said helplessly, "if you have any other requests, feel free to say so, and I will try my best to meet them."

Roy nodded and stared at the old man, his eyes became deep.

Mossak / Ermia

Age: 178

Sex: Male

Occupation: Druid, Druid Circle Instructor

Life: 200

magic:?

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 11

Constitution: 20

Perception: 13

Will: 10

Charisma: 16

Spirit:?

Skill:

Wild Incarnation LV8: Druids can incarnate as one of them after long-term observation of certain wild animals and a thorough understanding of their physiological habits.

Breath of All Things LV10: Druids communicate with animals and plants at a psychic level by virtue of their extraordinary perception - to appease restless beasts and plants, or guide them to attack.

Rejuvenation LV7: Consumes varying amounts of mana, and can heal moderate injuries at most.

Sky Controller lv5: A particularly powerful Druid, able to communicate with nature, use the power of nature to control the weather, make clouds and rain, stop storms, cause hail, and let lightning split people into ashes.

other?

"Are you a Druid?"

"Yes, I am an advisor to Queen Calanthe and a member of the Circle of Skellijdruids."

"Sure enough."

Druids are also a group of spellcasters.

Different from ordinary warlocks, their organization is not called the Brotherhood of Warlocks, but the Druid Circle.

They advocate nature, love life, have powerful healing spells, and often heal people from all over the world.

They are better at communicating with animals and plants, and some powerful individuals master the magic of controlling natural weather, guarding the balance between man and nature.

Rather, a druid is a kind of neutral good, both learned and powerful.

But they are ruthless when it comes to poachers and deforestation.

As far as Roy knew, a well-known warlock Vigo Fortes had gone through Druid practice for a period of time when he was a child, and then switched to the warlock camp, so his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary warlocks, and his melee combat and spells were very powerful. .

...

Mossack nodded at the boy, then turned to the white wolf.

"Geralt, are you ready now? Come back to Sintra with us?"

"I..." Geralt ignored the staring little girl again, "I have to go back to Brugg."

"Or do this..." The Druid said determinedly, "You take Ciri to Brugg, Queen Calanthe, and I will take care of it for you."

"Are you crazy?"

"I just believe in fate and the law of accident... They are also a kind of natural law." The Druid looked directly at the witcher, "The sword of fate..."

"There are two blades, that's enough! Just let it break!" Geralt was a little manic, he was resisting something.

"No, you don't understand. Your destiny has crossed Ciri twice. Don't be too quick to argue, I know it. Once when Ciri was born, you came to Sintra and even held her."

"The second time was when Ciri came back from Skellige," the Druid rubbed Ciri's lonely face. "At that time, Ciri's parents had just passed away. You took another look at her, but in the card Queen Lancer did not take her away at her request."

"Geralt... So you've seen me before, why didn't you take me away?"

A young girl just thought it was more fun to wander around with a witcher than to be locked up in the palace.

"Stop talking... Mossack."

The Druid still said to himself, "The first two times, you left her behind, and this time, fate stubbornly sent her to you. To the perilous Brock Leon, poor little Ciri Be terrified."

"According to the law of fate, White Wolf, if you insist on leaving her this time, there is no doubt that she will have a more dangerous encounter next time!"

"Bullshit!" Geralt stood up suddenly, "I don't believe your nonsense!"

"No, Geralt, as a witcher who is well versed in the law of accident, you know very well that I am telling the truth."

"Then what do you want me to do? A tired old man with scars all over his body, wandering around with a little girl, a royal princess? That's what hurt her!"

"What's more, the Wolf Sect never recruits female apprentices!"

The witcher turned and held down the grey horse that the druid had brought.

"I have to leave... Ciri..."

"Don't go... stay... Geralt..." The little girl came over and pulled his trousers pitifully.

Maybe it really is fate.

In just a few days of getting along, Ciri developed a favorable impression of this white-haired guy who was full of contradictions.

She could feel that the other party cared about her very much, but he was not good at expressing it.

"Alas." Roy sighed, only now he realized how sentimental the white wolf was.

His twisted and tangled posture really made the young man dissatisfied.

This guy is too open-minded.

"Geralt, I see, you're a complete pessimist. What are you afraid of? Why do you choose to run away instead of fighting for it? Whether it's Ciri or the sorceress."

"Roy, what do you know?" Geralt was a little stunned. He didn't remember telling him about Yennefer.

"It doesn't matter, but your attitude is disappointing!"

Roy held the girl's shoulders, and Ciri suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly.

"Go to Sintra, Geralt."

"Friends of the Snake faction, do you want to persuade me too?" White Wolf stared at the young witcher with dark eyes, bloodshot in his eyes.

"No, I won't push Ciri to you. I'm now inviting you on behalf of the Viper School, and I'll go back to Sintra with me, where there are three members of the Serpent School waiting for you."

"Witchers are getting rarer and rarer to get together. I think we should sit down and have a drink together. Not just for Ciri, but for the group of witchers."

"When the time comes, let's play Quint together, share adventures, and talk about the situation of Gusvid and Kyle Mohan. You and them will definitely have something in common!"

"Also for the witcher?"

Ciri grabbed one of the white wolf's arms at the right time, and shook her coquettishly with a pleading expression on her face.

Geralt's face struggled and changed. After a long time, his heart softened, he sighed, and held Roy's outstretched hand.