The Divine Hunter

At dusk, the colorful sunset glows beautifully in the western sky.

Novi Gragieldorf, a luxurious room with a white velvet quilt and a dreamy purple drapery, an astonishingly large wardrobe, a dresser, and the dresser is densely packed with bottles and cans of cosmetics.

Rita Ned, who was wearing a white nightgown, carefully smeared mascara evenly on a pair of eyes, and then slowly painted a layer of delicate purple nail polish on her fingernails, closing the flames that draped over her shoulders. Then he stood up and gently stroked the prismatic crystal on the iron shelf in the center of the room with his palm.

The dim room suddenly became extremely bright, and the splendid magic aura danced over the crystal, forming a light curtain.

A vague shadow appeared on the light curtain, and the figure flickered with a faint light. The projection was obviously not completely stable, but soon, it became clear.

The woman in the projection looks very young, tall, with blond hair, wearing a green dress with a low-cut neckline, bright facial features, and smooth skin. Fairy Fu can be comparable.

"Ms. Coral," Margarita Claus Antille smiled at the woman across from the telescopic mirror, "What wind brought you here, how did you think of contacting this good sister whom you haven't seen for a year?"

"Do you still have time?" she complained jokingly. "Has the new king of Karak bowed down to your pomegranate skirt?"

"Ms. Rita..." On the other side of the telescopic mirror, Rita Ned, who was also suffocatingly beautiful, shook her head, her face flashing with the joy of reuniting her best friend, "Don't you know, that's long past tense?"

"I'm too lazy to stay in that country the size of a sesame seed and be a sucker... let that jealous queen and his king indulge in fairy tales!"

"I changed jobs, it's been half a year!"

"Oh..." Margarita's slender, snow-white right hand supported her chin, and asked in a particularly pleasant and pleasant voice, "Ms. Coral, what kind of job can make you give up your prestigious royal advisor status?"

"Let me guess, you plan to take your ambition a step further and go to Vizima to be in the company of Miss Merigold and Miss Keira, and to serve Foltest?" "Or do you want to return to Arethusa to continue teaching?"

Rita Ned suddenly stood up, and even though she showed Anka between her necks in a low-key manner, she smiled, "None of them! I'm a freelancer now, and I work for myself!"

"What?! I heard right,

Lady Coral? A flash of surprise flashed in Margarita's eyes. "You work for yourself and pay for your own risk?" "

"Have you checked your gem bag? Are there enough gems and gold coins in it?"

"You don't get flustered and short of breath when they shrink rapidly?"

"You don't regret it when you're haggling over the price of a new piece of jewelry, new clothes, or makeup?"

"As I said..." The Dean of Arethusa made a logical suggestion, "You might as well come back, work with me, and train magic successors together."

"I saved five years of savings," Rita Ned said, raising her chin slightly, looking very confident, "at least two years of research."

"And I'm contacting you this time, mainly to say hello to the beautiful Ms. Arethusa... In the next two years, I will retreat for secret research..." Rita Ned raised her voice, "During this period, I will cut off all contact with the outside world, including telescopic mirrors and remote projection, which means that I will be absent from the Warlock Summit...well...at least until 1264."

"Two years is a blink of an eye for us. Don't miss me."

"Your research?" Margarita's pretty face showed disappointment, and she stretched out in the wooden chair. "You mean research on witcher mutations? Honey, you should seriously consider..."

"This is a dead end. Sooner or later, the witcher will become extinct. This 'commodity' has no market prospects. Your efforts are doomed to be in vain. You can only waste a lot of time and money."

"We can't just look at the immediate interests when we do research. To be precise, my research this time is purely out of interest..." Rita Ned stared out the window, a gentle and sweet smile on her beautiful face.

"Oh, this kind of look..." Margarita suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, her laughter trembled, a touch of powder swayed violently, she moved her delicate nose, "I smell the sour smell of love, Rita Ned, you smell like spring!"

"You made a witcher boyfriend? So now you are serving him and researching mutations?" She couldn't wait to get close to the telescopic mirror and urged, "Be honest! I guess, he has already given up on you and is fascinated by you. reverse?"

Rita Ned said nothing but smiled, her cheeks flushed.

"Please, Coral! Don't be shy... It's never a mistake to seek happiness!"

"Although your choice is unique... um... mutants with beast pupils," Margarita winked mischievously, "but as long as the horsepower is strong enough to satisfy us and make us happy, what about witchers? "

She finally lightly tapped her head and narrated in a gentle tone, "We do research together during the day, and the tacit understanding is like the left and right hands, maintaining the surface calm and restraint—"

"But at night, he will fall completely under my charm, and he knows everything about me..."

...

"Little bastard, after so many days, I haven't gained your trust? Why did you glisten at the end of the green grass trial? Let's be honest, it's definitely not a magical aura."

"My coral, you can take this as a gift."

"Can't you be more specific? A gift from the goddess of fate, or a gift from the bloodline."

"Actually, it's hard to describe, and my poor language can't explain it. Maybe when the time comes, I know how to explain it, so I'll let you know right away! If you're really in a hurry, why don't you give me a mind-reading technique?"

"But I can't read your mind! This is the next problem to be solved!"

...

Rita Ned pursed her lips, pulled away from her memory, and continued, "He admires my femininity, and I'm a little bit afraid of him. His energy is too much for his age."

"Like a tireless lion, again and again, endlessly!"

"Failed to fall asleep, he would sleep in my arms, looking for a substitute for love."

"He," the sorceress repeated again, "fell to my fascination, and was always there for me. He obeyed me, yes, that's all."

...

"Little bastard, get back under the quilt, damn it, it's not yet dawn!"

"I've made a plan with my brothers. I have to go to the shores of Povis and find Kyle Siren."

"I don't want you to leave. After finally ending the green grass trial, you have to compensate me!"

"But I've made a promise, and I can't break it."

"Don't you want to go thousands of miles away to the seaside where people are frozen to death and convince a hundred-year-old lousy old man, than to accompany a poor and lonely girlfriend? Go back to the bed and lie down. Immediately, immediately!"

"Or do you like the new and hate the old so quickly and don't love me anymore?!"

"I love you, my coral, so I'll make breakfast for you, oysters, eggs, and fresh crabs, how about getting up and having breakfast with me?"

"...Go to Povis!"

...

"It's so happy to be envious." Margarita saw the hot love in her friend's eyes, her heart was slightly sour, and she was happy for her.

"Well then, for the next two years, you won't have to worry about the affairs of the fraternity and the school. You just need to accompany your little lover to enjoy the private experiment." Margarita nodded, "I will inform Sarah. Headmaster Tia and the Brotherhood of Warlocks."

"Thank you so much." Rita Nieder breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to escape Suoden's call justifiably.

"So, where is your laboratory?"

"It's a secret."

"Tsk tsk, even the love nest has been built," Margarita said. "Is the next step to prepare for the wedding?"

"uh-huh…"

"Then I will prepare a present for you in advance?"

"As a gift, a friendly reminder," Rita Ned said meaningfully, "it's best not to leave the academy in the last few years. A friend of mine, an astrologer, warned you not to travel for the next two years. He definitely deserves it. trust!"

"Well, anyway, I have to guard the children in the school for the next ten years."

Margarita rubbed the obsidian talisman around her neck, shook her head and smiled, "By the way, Coral, I almost forgot to tell you something. That little guy has been asking me about you, on average once every two weeks, with more than ten times?"

"Casca?"

"Well, the sweet girl from Edsberg, the one you sponsored... Would you like to meet her first?" Margarita said with a smile, "It happens to be a day off, and I can call her right away. .You have enough time to communicate."

Rita Ned restrained her smile, her blue eyes flickered, and for a moment, she nodded slightly guilty.

...

The telescopic light curtain flickered again.

A small round face leaned in front of the mirror, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, fair-skinned, and handsome.

The brown hair is neatly tied behind the head, the big black eyes flash with innocence and childishness, the nose and red lips are small and delicate, and the cheeks have a little cute baby fat, which looks simple and cute.

The figure is very petite, hidden under a large and thick red-brown dress, and the white neck is completely covered below.

Under his feet was a pair of pink pointed-toed shoes.

Like Little Red Riding Hood in a fairy tale.

When the girl saw the smiling woman in front of the mirror, she folded her hands on her chest, her face full of surprise.

"Sister Coral!" Her voice was clear and sweet, like a lark singing in the forest, with dimples on her cheeks, and her eyes filled with excitement and joy, "You finally came to see me!"

"Sister Cascar... I'm really sorry, my sister has been so busy for the past six months," the coral blue eyes swept over the girl's neck and shoulders... She said with concern,

"How are you recovering? Does the wound from the magical transformation still hurt?"

"Look, I don't feel it at all, not even a scar, it's as smooth as silk, and even the calluses on my hands have been removed!" Cassia straightened her back immediately, and her chest showed an ups and downs. He opened his hands again and turned around in place, because he was in a happy mood and his steps became brisk and lively.

The corners of her eyes were red, and she said gratefully, "Thanks to Arethusa and her sister's help, I'm back to normal."

"That's good...my sister, is someone bullying you at school?"

"No...everyone is gentle and reasonable," Casca shook her head with a sincere smile on her face.

Eritusari, she is not the only girl with deformities, many of her classmates have similar tragic pasts, so they can understand each other.

Of course, there are also some disharmonious factors. After all, discrimination and class are everywhere in the world.

But compared to before, it is simply heaven!

"I've made three good friends, Alice, Rose, Missy... They're all my roommates."

"It looks like you're adjusting to your new life well... Next, you should change into brighter, more fashionable clothes, as well as earrings, rings, and hats," Rita Need propped her chin, her eyes slowly passing over the little girl. The little girl, from head to toe, the latter suddenly regained her cramped nature, pinching the corners of her skirt, her face flushed.

"You go to Teacher Margarita later, she will dress you up well, it's my birthday present for you."

Casca's face changed and she shook her head.

"No, Sister Rita has already spent too much money for me, bought a free education contract for me, paid tuition fees, living expenses... I owe you too much, I don't know how to repay you..."

"And the dress is beautiful and clean, which I love."

"Casca, this is my sister's compensation... You can't refuse!"

The sorceress said with a stern face, unable to refute, she touched the light curtain with her hands, and Kaska bent her head obediently, letting her touch her, while tilting her head, she asked ignorantly,

"Sister, what do you mean by compensation, you don't owe me anything."

"You misheard my sister, I was talking about gifts, that's all! By the way, how did you learn magic?"

"Meditation, magic tricks, and a magic shield..." Casca said solemnly, breaking her fingers, "These three spells have passed the test."

The sorceress nodded with admiration in her eyes, "Keep going, my good sister, in a few years, when you learn more magic, you might be able to become a good helper for your sister!"

"Yeah!" Kascar nodded vigorously with a serious look on her face.

The sorceress asked her about her daily life, and then told her about her retreat plan for the next two years.

In her reluctant eyes, she couldn't wait to close the telescopic mirror.

The little girl suddenly said hesitantly, "Sister, that... does he have any news?!"

She stared at the sorceress's lips without blinking.

His tone was tense, apprehensive, and there was deep anticipation in his eyes.

For fear of her saying a "no".

The smile on Rita Ned's face stiffened, and she pursed her red lips, pretending to be ignorant, "Good sister, don't give me guesses, who is he?"

"It's... it's the witcher apprentice..." Kasca gritted her teeth, her tone suddenly high, "The knight who saved me from the mill—"

"Roy of the Viper School!"

...

After a long silence.

"He, he..." The sorceress repeated three times, turning her back to the light curtain, gnashing her teeth, her eyes spitting fire, turned around and regained her graceful beauty.

"Live well."

The sorceress's answer was short, direct, and crisp.

Casca patted her little chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and waved her pink fist again, as if to cheer herself up,

"So has Roy passed the grass trial? Where is he now?"

"Don't worry, he's already an official witcher," Rita Ned said as calmly as possible. "He's traveling far away...hunting monsters."

"Casca, the grass trial has changed as much as our magical transformation," the sorceress said meaningfully, "so his appearance is completely different from before... He has become taller and stronger than ordinary people."

She described it more and more exaggeratedly, "He even lost his hair! Exactly, I recorded his current situation not long ago, you can see!"

Rita Ned waved her hand, and the multicolored light flashed.

A man with different eyes, bald head, handsome appearance, unique temperament, and a helpless face projected onto the telescopic mirror.

"Huh?" Kascar stared blankly and shocked, her mouth so wide that she could almost fit an egg. "Is this Roy?"

She can't imagine.

In just two years, the handsome, thin boy in my mind,

The boy who gave her the precious Gwent card, made her feel respected for the first time in her life, and danced with her at the dwarf wine merchant's house.

Become such a bald young man. Just looking at his video records, I feel a fiery, beast-like aggression.

Casca shrugged her shoulders.

He patted his little chest comfortingly.

No, no matter what he becomes, he is Roy!

But why does Roy have a bitter face?

"Is he ugly?!"

The sorceress was very satisfied with the girl's performance, especially her timid eyes.

Very grateful for the foresight of my day.

"No, it's not ugly..." Casca said with a serious face, she had quickly adjusted her attitude, "Although she doesn't have hair, she looks much better than most people."

"However, Roy has grown so fast, his arms are full of muscles... At least a head taller than me," she kicked the floor slightly in distress.

"But why hasn't he come to see me in Goth Velen, it's been almost two years."

Casca clasped her fingers entangled in front of her chest, looked at the sorceress with dark eyes, bowed and pleaded softly, "Sister, can you help me ask him, we made an appointment in Edsberg, he Why can't it be done?"

"By the way, I have a letter here, can you pass it on to him for me?"

...

"Promise?" A cold light flashed in Rita Ned's eyes, her chest heaving violently, and after a long time, she sighed, "Okay, I will deliver the letter for you."

"But don't hold out your hopes too much." She shook her head. "Roy, you are as unpredictable as the wind, your thoughts are wild, you may not go to Arethusa, and you may not answer your letter."

"But I promise, at least a greeting for you."