The Divine Hunter

Time quietly came to mid-September 1262.

Roy retreated in Nuocheng for another month.

During this period, the alchemist master Kalkstein overcame a difficulty in improving the grass trial that had plagued Rita Ned for a long time.

If this research efficiency is maintained, in the first half of next year, the reserve witcher apprentices will be able to use a new type of universal prodrug to further improve the survival rate of the trial, and they will no longer have to struggle with which school of herbal decoction to choose.

The "Advanced Vampire Decoction" project that Lesso and Kayane participated in are also progressing steadily. After the two of them finished their teaching work every day, they would immediately go to the laboratory under the temple island and work together with the alchemist until the early morning.

However, the high suction body is full of secrets...blood, organs, mutant tissues, each part is an extremely complex "maze", it takes a lot of time to analyze and qualitative, and there will not be much progress in the short term.

This month, Cohen gave everyone a surprise.

The "old boy" of the Griffin got out of the predicament of love, and returned to the glue-like state of first love with Igsena.

Out of gratitude and a few other reasons, he agreed to Roy's request, and made a special trip to Gawain's house every afternoon to teach the witchers the skills of double seals.

No one can resist the allure of the secret magic of the Griffin...

The ten witchers who stayed at the school, including Roy, were all addicted to it.

This secret technique of two-handed spellcasting does not focus on talent, but only on the proficiency of Fayin...

Serrit, Vesemir, Geralt learn the fastest...

Roy, who has outstanding elemental talent and low skill level, has become the one who lags behind, and is often ruthlessly ridiculed by Lambert.

A month later, he barely mastered the two-handed spellcasting skills of the seven seals... The secret technique of the Griffin sect was upgraded from lv5 to lv6.

The power of releasing the Sigil with two hands is twice as powerful as that with one hand, but the mana consumed is also increased from 20 to 40.

Moreover, the release speed is much slower than that of the single-hand seal. If it is to be used in actual combat, Roy is still a lot worse off.

...

At this time, two months have passed since Dandelion and Oaks went to Toussaint.

But there was no news of the two of them, and it seemed that they were completely addicted to the foreign land of gentleness, and everyone was faintly worried.

...

Another early morning, black marshmallow-like cumulonimbus clouds hung over the gloomy sky.

Weeping willows, which were soaked with dewdrops, brushed lightly on his cheeks.

Roy and Geralt stood in the courtyard of Gawain House, dressed uncharacteristically—a blue crewneck tunic with a crocodile belt, red leggings with boots.

Weapons and pendants are stowed away and carefully shaved.

Ignoring the color of their pupils, they are two minor nobles, and they maintain their bodies better than other nobles who are addicted to alcohol and women.

The sorceress was stuffing a disposable portal into Roy's hand, biting her ear and explaining something.

Roy nodded from time to time, as if listening intently, but other images flashed in his mind.

this month.

Triss had contacted him twice through the telescope, according to his strict schedule of one to five o'clock every afternoon - impossible to have any interaction with the coral.

The medicinal effect of the mandrake disappeared completely, and Triss's tone and demeanor finally returned to normal, just like chatting between friends, talking about the current situation, and the changes in Vizima - Princess Yada received it from somewhere. The news alerted Foltest of Nilfgaard's threat.

Meanwhile, Kayla Metz submitted Gruefeld's diary.

The two-pronged approach finally attracted the attention of King Temeria. After discussing with the Royal Council, he made an unprecedented decision - to send scouts to Amer Mountain to explore the reality of the southern empire...

This gave Roy a surprise.

However, whether Temeria will eventually intervene in this battle is unknown.

...

The three wolf witchers blocked Geralt.

"Seriously, man," said Lambert with a serious face, brushing back his light black hair, "take me to Sintra, and if that old woman dares to object, we will secretly take the little princess Back to Novigrad!"

"Anyway, according to Roy's prophecy, that small country will perish in a short time... Don't worry about offending it!"

Escal shook his head, and said in a loud voice, "Cintra of Calanthe is doomed to perish, and you still forcibly kidnapped their granddaughter?"

"We can't afford to play tricks with a poor old woman, there must be a more gentle way!"

Escal recalled the origin of the terrible scars on his face, and said with deep emotion, "The Child of Destiny must not be forced... Otherwise, he will be severely punished by fate!"

"Didn't listen to Geralt? That old woman is like a stone in the toilet... Let's make a bet on all the pastimes this month, and whoever loses pays - I bet Calanthe will never hand Ciri! "

"What did you plan?" Vesemir glanced at his eldest disciple.

He had only recently heard that this guy had a daughter of destiny.

For all these years, Geralt has held his cover tightly enough to never reveal it to his companions.

The white wolf's gaze turned to the open space beside the alder forest outside the fence of Gawain's house.

A group of dwarves, recommended by Butcher Cliff, were tinkling hammers and shovels there, building houses out of wood, in preparation for the expansion of students in the coming year.

The three houses can faintly see the prototype.

"I discussed it with Roy. We met Calanthe first... We knew her tragic end in the future, but we didn't remind her, and Ciri would definitely complain in the future."

"It's enough for me and him on this trip. Too many people will cause unnecessary vigilance!"

The white wolf glanced at the dark and unclear sky, stretched out his right hand to probe in mid-air, no wind, slightly stuffy, and the environment became extremely depressing, causing a feeling of stuffiness in his chest.

"It's almost time for us to go, or the rain will fall."

"Boom!"

The yard of Gawain's house is blowing violently!

A square door inlaid with gold edge drilled out of the void.

A group of children leaned against the window and peered out.

The two waved their hands and jumped into the portal one after the other.

...

After almost three seconds of dizziness.

The two witchers opened their eyes and entered a luxurious guest room with a velvet bed, a luxurious dressing mirror, a pile of colorful lipsticks, and an amazingly large wardrobe from the quiet wilderness.

"Ugh..." Geralt bent over his knees and retched, slightly recovering from the intense discomfort of teleportation, looked around, and asked in admiration, "How many safe houses does Rita Ned have?"

Roy stroked the black hair on his forehead to his ear, put on sunglasses, and rubbed Golphin Harrier in his hood soothingly, "As far as I know, there are quite a few safe houses in Yennefer."

"Also often used for dates."

"Enough is enough! The prophecy can't be used on the right path? Don't keep mentioning her to me, hurry up!"

...

The streets of Sintra are unusually wide, and the hard bluestone roads are no less than Nuocheng. 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 taste of sea salt blows from the west.

Two witchers crossed the long street, looking around.

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

There are also tall, carefree women.

They walked to the magnificent castle on the lonely cliff on the coast, just north of Sintra.

Along the way, however, some unusual things were discovered.

Compared to the past, the streets and alleys at this time had a surprisingly large number of heavily armed soldiers. They walked through the long streets with their armor clattering, patrolling repeatedly, with vigilant eyes, as if they were protecting some important person.

Later, the two discovered the reason when they observed the drawbridge over the moat outside the gate of Sintra Castle.

There are many flags hanging on both sides of the suspension bridge. The flags flutter under the sea breeze, but the pattern that stretches out is not the three lion flags on the blue background of Sintra——

Soden's regular octagonal ruby ​​flag, Wieden's black and yellow square interwoven flag, Brugg's green and white cross flag... and even the flags of Leiria, Livia, Toussaint...

"So the alliance meeting in Sintra isn't over yet?" Roy looked thoughtfully at a row of soldiers with crossed halberds in front of the gate, "We have to find a way to get in."

"Just let me," Geralt adjusted his round neck and smoothed a coat of arms on his chest - a black bear on the move, a girl in sky blue clothes on his back, "from the nameless Land, the Lord of the Four Corner City, Raviks, will clear the way for you."