The Divine Hunter

Two days later, outside the Sintra Palace.

"Roy, Roy, what are you thinking?!"

The girl's small palm swayed in front of the witcher's eyes, and she pouted,

"Sorry, Ciri, I'm a little lost."

"Hmph, bad guy, how can you ignore me! I'm going to be locked up by grandma soon, and it will take a long time to come out this time."

Roy smiled, opened his hands at the girl, and took her petite body firmly in his arms and turned around.

"Little girl, take care of yourself, stop being willful and naughty. In the next time, listen to your grandmother's words. Try to make her happy." The young man said meaningfully.

Ciri's eyes turned red when she heard the words, and she leaned into Roy's ear and exhaled heat, "You must help me keep Geralt in Sintra, and wait until I come to you!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to the other witcher with a stiff face, and said in a commanding tone, "Geralt, you must not leave me this time, don't run away!"

Geralt shook his head, "After rushing for two days and two nights, go back to rest. Mossac, take care of her for me, and drink together next time."

The druid stroked his grey beard.

"If you have that chance. Protect yourself, old guy. Don't get yourself covered in injuries when you're old. I don't want to collect your body for you."

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" Geralt smiled self-deprecatingly, looking up at the towering castle.

Even in the middle of the night, Sintra's Royal Palace is still brightly lit, like a beacon in a dark fog.

"Goodbye, Ciri, Mossack!"

The witcher waved his hand pretending to be open-minded, then dragged Roy and turned around into the darkness.

"Again! Roy...bye! Geralt... Geralt!"

"Woooo..."

The girl shouted hysterically at the backs of the two men, a strong panic surged in her heart for no reason, her eyes were red, and she had a hunch that it would take a long time to see them after this time.

...

Two witchers shuttled through the wide and hard bluestone streets of Sintra,

After drilling out a few dark alleys, it didn't take long to come to a remote and dilapidated residential building.

"Bang, bang, bang..." After a long time after the knock on the door, a slow footstep came to the door from far to near.

"Who?" a sharp male voice asked impatiently. It seemed that he was disturbed at night, and he was very angry.

"The water ghost is here with a sword, and the old friend is here with wine?" Roy said confidently and smiled at Geralt.

However, the next moment his expression froze.

"Sorry, the password is wrong, please leave immediately!"

"Are you crazy, I remember it clearly, how could it be wrong? Wait, password? Oaks, it must be you bastard, open the door for me!"

"Haha... Relax, don't get excited! Forget what I told you? The witcher must have a sense of humour, you are young and handsome, and you must not be serious and rigid with the old antiques of Leto and Serrit, or later How can you please a woman?"

The door opened, and a man with a smiling face walked out. The man looked up and down the young witcher, and then gave him a stern hug, "Young man, I'm finally willing to come back to visit some of our old guys!"

After speaking, his amber eyes turned to the back of the young man, "Who is this?"

"I said I would bring back a friend."

"Good evening, Oaks, I'm the wolf witcher, Geralt of Rivia."

...

The secret hut of the Viper School is surrounded by a faint sour smell. Pots and pans and various changes of clothes are piled up in a mess on the ground, on the sofa.

Four Angzang men and a young man were arranged on both sides of the dining table in the living room on the first floor.

"Roy, this trip for so many days is to invite this famous white wolf on behalf of the Viper School?" The big bald finger tapped the table rhythmically, his tone was very flat.

"Lesso, can you give me some face... Geralt and I have a life-threatening friendship." Roy gave the big man a dissatisfied look, then pinched his nose, "Also, it's been a while since I've been gone, so you can The house is like a kennel, can't you hire a nanny to clean it?"

"Cough...cough, why do witchers pay so much attention? We have received several commissions during this period of time. We are busy with our feet not touching the ground, and we don't like to travel around the mountains and waters like you."

"Whoever travels everywhere, I am on a mission, for the revival of the school..."

"Okay, don't be arguing..." Serrit, the most serious and serious of the Snake faction, stopped the two of them. "Roy, Leto is just too worried about you. After all, it was not long before you became a witcher, and it was the first time Going out alone, and—"

"And what?"

"You are bold, curious, and like to cause trouble everywhere. Please understand the mentality of his old father who was just a teacher."

"stir up trouble?"

"Old father?"

The two of them looked fierce and said in unison, "Serrit, you have to explain it to me."

Serrit ignored them and turned to the witcher on the opposite side, "Sorry, Lord Geralt, I made you laugh."

Geralt shrugged, his expression rarely relaxed. "No, I think you're on good terms. It's rare among witchers. To be honest, I rarely see more than one of my kind in the same room. Most of my The guys I know are used to being alone."

"I can still adapt... After all, they all come from the same school. By the way, Your Excellency White Wolf, Roy said he had a life-long relationship with you. How did you meet?"

"In Brock Leon, under a tall horn tree, facing the same Yugonn, and outside the forest, against a group of robbers."

"Yugorn?"

"That's what the Dryad calls it, and we witchers call it the White Widow, a kind of giant centipede. Roy and I worked together to kill the White Widow, and then confronted...for a little while."

"I have never seen a witcher like him. In the wild, most of the same kind, even if they are not hostile to each other, will maintain basic vigilance. He didn't, he took the initiative to approach me, and even called my name. "Speaking of this, Geralt's expression is a little strange,

"Like an old friend I've known for a long time."

Leto suddenly interrupted Geralt's story.

"Little devil, how many times have I warned you, but your vigilance is still so poor? If you encounter those cat madmen, you will greet them with a smirk?"

"You don't even know how you died! Don't expect me to collect your corpse!"

"Don't worry, Leto, you didn't see the scene at that time, I know it, Geralt is a good man."

"Next!" Serrit glared at the bald head who was interrupting,

"Next, we met Ms. Esina," Geralt shook his head amusingly. "In order to save a little girl, we drank a very poisonous 'drink' together. God bless, we all survived. , safe and sound."