The Divine Hunter

At night, Sintra Castle, a resplendent bedroom.

In front of the dressing table, Calanthe was removing her gorgeous makeup during the day. The beautiful woman in the mirror still had smooth and firm skin, and her figure under the corset was well maintained, and there was no sign of deformation.

But her fair complexion gradually darkened, with a few thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, shallow nasolabial lines on both sides of the bridge of her nose, and a few more white hairs in her hair.

Calanthe's emerald green eyes flashed a hint of melancholy, 44 years old is no longer young, and it can even be said that she has little time left.

After listening to what the witcher said, she already had a rough vision for the future, and an unprecedented strong intuition told her—

No matter how hard Sintra struggles and resists, it will eventually be doomed to perish.

She turned to look back.

East, wearing a baggy white nightgown, mused in front of the war sand table beside the bed, with his chin on his right hand, and his beard down to his chest.

The result of the rehearsal was extremely unsatisfactory. The bright magic lights illuminated the bloodshot in his eyes, and the sound of his breathing was extremely heavy.

Calanthe looked back and sighed leisurely.

She suffered many hardships in her life, miscarried, widowed, and was criticized and cursed by most people, including the people, but at the same time, she also enjoyed the supreme honor. As a woman, she dominated the kingdom's regime for decades.

In the second half of her life, she met a husband who loved her very much, and a naughty granddaughter by her side, allowing her to enjoy the joy of family life.

But Calanthe has always been hiding a huge regret—this regret sprung up after her continuous miscarriage during her first husband’s time, and Pavetta thrived after her death, and after hearing Roy’s words, East and herself could not escape death. This regret came to a head when Ciri struggled to survive.

She wants to change something, for herself and her family.

"East, we still have time to prepare, don't be too hasty. Come here to rest early!" Calanthe, in a light translucent nightgown, leaned on the soft bright yellow bed, resting his chin in one hand and the other The index finger of the hand hooked towards her husband, and there was a hint of blush on her cheeks.

Easter was bewildered by his wife's amazing beauty, his eyes blazing with flames, then shook his head, his eyes firm, "I have to stay up all night today, come up with a feasible plan, and discuss it with Paris tomorrow."

"come on in!"

"…All right,

I do, my majesty. "

East put down his chess piece with a wry smile, and his strong bear-like body quickly retracted into the quilt. The large black-haired hand wrapped around his wife's shoulders, and the two of them pressed their cheeks against each other, leaning on the head of the bed and enjoying it for a while.

"East, I have something to tell you."

"It's not like the lioness of Sintra."

"Let's...Let's have a child?" Calanthe's smoke was as gentle as water, and she caressed her husband's rough face under his bushy beard, "I'll give you a blood heir!"

East raised his brows, turned to look at his wife in surprise, and the warm and warm atmosphere in the room instantly cooled down.

"Didn't we discuss it when we got married? Enjoy the two-person world for a lifetime."

"But no one expected that Pavetta would have an accident. Now we don't have a child..." Calanthe looked sad, "If I remember correctly, don't you have any regrets that you didn't marry and have children before me?"

"In my heart, Ciri is my own granddaughter..."

"If the witcher's prophecy comes true, you and I will be gone. Your own granddaughter will be living in this world without relatives and alone. What a pity."

"She has to face the dangers of the world alone. Although the witcher keeps claiming that the law of accident is unbreakable, this connection is not as good as relatives and blood!"

"No, I swear as the son of the archipelago!" East held her tightly in his arms, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "I won't let anything happen to you, you will live!"

"And my relatives in Skellige will see Ciri as their own, Halma as her brother, and Kerris as her sister forever."

Calanthe shook her head in dissatisfaction.

"I'm an old woman in her 40s who has had two miscarriages, but she dares to make a third attempt! What are you worried about, what are you afraid of?" She stared at her husband, her tone rude, "Why don't you want to accept your own Bloodline? Tell me the real reason."

She looked sullen and sad, "In the past few years, I respected your opinion, and let the group of courtiers and nobles talk about it - Calanthe is a hen that can't lay eggs!"

East's bearded cheeks flushed instantly, and his beard trembled with shame.

For so many years, because of selfish thoughts, his wife has been burdened with infamy.

And everything during the day, the terrifying prophecy of the witcher, and the future that he once saw by watching the stars at night, were all revealed.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to hide it, his secret thoughts would be buried in the soil.

The wife is forever wronged.

He couldn't help but tell the truth.

"I've seen Pavetta's magic out of control - and the royal family of Cintra, since your mother's generation, has the blood of magic, the blood of the ancients flowing in the body... If our children are born with that kind of The power above everything, and then inherited the violent character of the son of the sea."

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "The forcible combination of two incompatible natures will be a disaster for Skellige, Cintra, and even the whole world!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Calanthe's face. It was the first time she heard such a statement. She realized that her husband had such heavy concerns in her heart, and she couldn't help holding her husband's hand tenderly.

"If you think about it carefully, do fishermen never set sail again because they are afraid of violent storms?"

"Farmers give up sowing because of fear of bad weather and pests?"

"The bloodline that you are about to give up because of this uncertain worry?"

"You remember that any child is a gift from God, not any disaster or curse in your mouth!"

East lowered his head, his heavy breathing was full of guilt.

"What's more, our child doesn't even have a shadow, and no one knows what the future will be like." Calanser said, "It's even more impossible to deprive her/him of the right to be born for this trumped-up reason."

"But it's too late to say anything now, and there is less than a year left before the outbreak of the war."

Dahan Ang Zang revealed his inner voice for many years, and sincerely buried his head in repentance, "I'm sorry for you."

"As long as you think, time is never too late, there is no impossibility." Calanthe's eyes were bright.

"And you should apologize to that unborn child..." The woman pressed her husband's chest with slender hands, pushed him softly and irresistibly, and pushed him back on the blanket, her charming eyes and stretched graceful curves made Yi Si His blood boiled, "Now, you must cooperate with me well..."

The night was beautiful and speechless.

...

The next morning, the sky shone with gray light.

The little princess of Sintra escaped from the "prison" where she had been imprisoned for more than half a year after a long time. Accompanied by two witchers, the maid Collier, and a team of soldiers in disguise, she wore a pink full-body soft cloak, like a little red riding hood. As if rushed into the street.

The group entered the bustling market square of Sintra.

At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the market was crowded with people and dazzling goods... The roars of vendors, the murmurs of cows, the bleats of sheep, the clucks of chickens and the quacks of ducks were all mixed up. Into the little girl's ear, she immediately felt dizzy.

She smiled unconvincingly, and rushed into the crowd with oil on her feet.

Beside the fish tank, the customer was holding a fat-headed fish and shouting at the price, while the merchant was shaving his nails with a sharp knife to scrape the scales, and his face was calm and did not give in.

Suddenly, a petite body slammed hard, and the fat-headed fish fell to the ground.

Ciri stepped on it and slid forward a full ten meters with round eyes as if she was stepping on a skateboard, knocking over a chicken coop and pulling off the waistband of a fat woman.

The fat woman exposed the fat "swimming ring" on her stomach, raised her trousers dangerously, opened her mouth so she could see her tonsils, and was about to roar like a soprano.

A handsome man suddenly appeared in front of her, took off his sunglasses, and grinned.

Those wild beast-like pupils made her swallow the scream again.

The witcher immediately followed the naughty little guy.

A round-faced girl, sweating profusely, apologized to the surrounding vendors and customers, making up for it.

"Slow down! Ciri, don't try to ride a griffin tonight!"

"Ah, I was wrong... Please don't be so cruel!"

Ciri obediently returned to the Witcher, holding Roy in her left hand and Geralt in her right. Her green eyes swept the black cat in Sauroy's special hood, and looked around lively, she saw one. The halfling with bare feet was juggling the dagger into an afterimage, "Shhhh..." A beautiful flower knife appeared on the entire surface of a leg of lamb on the grill.

A half-elf was smoking a long log pipe, spitting out wonderful white circles from small to large.

"What a special taste, what is that?"

"That's something only adults can taste."

"But I'm hungry," she rubbed her belly, wrinkling her face pitifully, "I don't have enough to eat, and I don't have the strength to ride a griffin at night."

"Come three." Roy took three squid rings coated in egg liquid and fried to golden brown from the hawker next to him. The two big and one small were divided into one for each person.

Ciri devoured the first squid ring like a feeding cat.

Swallowed another apple pie with grape juice and sucked on his fingers. .

"Enough, Ciri, ladies should eat less to maintain their figure." Roy teased, "Besides, how can these things compare to the delicacies of the mountains and seas in the palace."

"That's not it!" Ciri shook her head and complained, "Grandma won't let me eat this, and won't let me eat anything. The food prepared for me doesn't taste salty at all! So this time I have to eat enough!"

"Children are in a stage of rapid development, so it's okay to eat as much as you want." Geralt touched her little red riding hood and nodded.

Ciri dragged the two witchers, and walked around the market with soldiers disguised as ordinary citizens. She followed her foraging instinct and came to a beef stew stall. Happy expression.

"I want to eat a bowl!" She found a seat at will, and didn't dislike the greasy and stains on the bench at all.

Roy and Geralt sat down beside her, but their eyes drifted to the other table involuntarily—

A blond man, dressed in gray casual clothes, with a tall and slender figure, was eating a bowl of potatoes and beef. Suddenly feeling the strange attention, when I turned around, a surprised smile appeared on my face,

"Swearing in the name of a knight must be the will of God!"

He sat down directly with the bowl in hand.

"Two masters, good morning!"

"Knight Grimm, good day."

Geralt's steaming dinner plate was brought to Shiri, and the little girl couldn't wait to scoop up a spoon. The whole spoon was stuffed into her small mouth, her eyes narrowed comfortably, and she made a purring sound.

"You didn't return to Toussaint with Archduke Raymond?"

Roy looked around, the arrogant plate armor and the domineering sword of justice were not around.

"I swear in the name of a knight, I'm unemployed." Grim smiled suddenly, and there was no trace of sadness on his face, "The Grand Duke thought that I deliberately lost the competition, so he fired my bodyguard job in anger and left me in Xin. Terra!"

"Feel sorry."

"Sir Geralt, this has nothing to do with you! It also happens that I have killed the bandits and bandits in Toussaint for the past ten years or so. It is time for the ranger knights to expand the patrol area," he said gracefully and quickly. Picked out the beef, cut it into small pieces, and chewed it carefully, "Well... I'm going to start a grand journey, targeting the entire North, implementing the concept of justice, and at the same time using the evil people along the way as whetstones to exercise martial arts."

"Uh... Your Excellency has lofty ideals and noble morals, which is really admirable." Roy's cheeks twitched. In today's world, there are not many people who are so innocent and pure. Of course, being pure also means-

"Excuse me to ask, this journey of chivalry and righteousness has a clear destination."

"Hiccup..." Ciri grabbed the blueberry juice from the little maid and took a sip.

"Planning before taking action is a compulsory course for knights." Grim's eyes swept over Ciri in the red hood and cloak, the little round-faced maid, and a few bright-eyed men not far behind them, nodding inwardly. "I plan to go all the way east from Sintra, pass Temeria, Aden, and circle around again, to Kaedwen, Redania, and return to Sintra."

"It will probably take a year or two," he said unabashedly. "When I return to Sintra, I will board the ship from the port to Skelliger to blow the sea breeze and experience the skills of the sea boy."

A ranger knight who travels around the world?

Roy felt a little envious unconsciously.

In the future, when the Brotherhood of the Witchers stabilizes, he will definitely suffer like this.

However, Grimm's journey will most likely be aborted, and the Northern War should have broken out at that time, and Sintra will be gone.

"When you enter Redania, don't leave in a hurry," Geralt invited. "Come to the dance hall on Novigrad Commercial Street. We will entertain you and do the best of the landlord's friendship."

"Haha, then I'm welcome!" The knight laughed heartily, wiped off the residue from the corners of his mouth, and bowed to the two of them. "When the time comes, I'll ask you to test my progress along the way, and have a round of discussions."

The two bowls of beef soup are lightly touched, and the meat is full of fragrance.

"Then I'll be waiting for you!"

The three of them chatted more and more, Ciri took the opportunity to abduct the black cat in Roy's special hood, let it "meow", and frantically poured broth into it.

"By the way, Grim, you grew up in Toussaint, you are proficient in martial arts, and you often go to dangerous places..." Roy paused, then turned and gave Ciri a warning look, who timidly retracted the arrow on the cat's whiskers. Hand, "Have you met another witcher?"

Toussaint is an "ominous place", where the flying lion monster hunter Mo Deng and the griffin pie Geron Molu all experienced drastic changes in their lives.

"Master Geralt was the first witcher I ever fought. But before that, I once encountered a strange thing in a dilapidated castle called Heshan... on the way to clear the bandits." He paused, his eyes A strange color flashed, "A man with amber vertical pupils, a griffin pendant on his neck, and a man in rags like a beggar rushed out of the ruined basement, as fast as a galloping horse."

"Looking like a madman, he rushed into the wilderness and disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Under Heshan Castle?" Roy was startled, not exactly where he asked Oaks to set the spatial coordinates.

"Are you sure you don't see the madman wearing the Griffin badge?"

Roy thought Grim was referring to the hapless boy Geron Molluy.

But in his memory, how did this Griffin faction get out after being locked in the one-way portal below Heshan more than a hundred years ago?

"This is the weird part. Later, I searched all around Heshan, and that guy was like the world evaporated."

"How many years ago was this?"

"Five years ago."

If Geron Morlu was first out of trouble at this point in time, how did he survive underground for so many years?

Roy took a deep breath, these mysteries could only be solved when he went to Toussaint in person.

...

After saying goodbye to Grim Sigurd, the group took Ciri around the whole of Sintra, and only returned to the castle when her face was flushed and her face was sweating profusely.

That night, Roy accompanied the little princess to sit on the back of Goerfin, allowing her to experience the thrill of flying on a griffin as she wished.

For the next two days, the witcher acted as a pure companion, hide-and-seek, knight duel, storytelling, fishing and shrimping... The palace was full of laughter and laughter from the little princess.

a gloomy morning.

In the open-air garden of Sintra Castle, in a princess dress, little Ciri, who looks like a doll, took the hands of the two witchers, her face flushed and she wiped her tears, half commanding and half pleading, "You must come to see me often. , within a month, and Roy has to bring Golphin, and I want to ride her well."

"When the time is up, we will naturally come." Roy pinched her fleshy little face, "Little girl, I solemnly warn you, no matter what form Goerfin turns into, it is forbidden to pull its beard, otherwise next time Don't want to play with her!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you cheap bastard!"

"Um?"

"I promise you that's all!" She puffed her cheeks unwillingly like a squirrel and looked at the white wolf, who said first,

"When you are eighteen years old, I will take you to slay the dragon."

"Wow, don't lie to me!"

"Okay, two masters, thank you for your kindness to Ciri." Calanthe with his hands on his lower abdomen smiled with a radiant face, "After Mossak's disciples went to Nuocheng, she Will help us inspect the witcher's base by the way."

"If the environmental conditions are good, Ciri may stop by for a few days halfway through."

"Really, Grandma?" The girl looked up in surprise.

"As long as you are obedient!"

"I promise!" Ciri held her head high and shook her grandmother's hand desperately.

"There is still a little gift for the two masters, which is not a respect."

A squire brought a delicate nanmu box to the witcher.

Roy opened it, and was immediately blinded by the glittering golden light——

Pieces of gold piled neatly, the total value of about twenty thousand crowns.

Roy and Geralt looked at each other with a smile on the corners of their mouths.

"Then don't let it go..." Wearing a bearskin coat, East, with a rough face, stroked his bushy beard and waved at the witcher. "You two, I hope to see you again!"

Roy turned his head and smiled at everyone, and planned to open the space coordinates and return to Nuocheng.

Suddenly the whole person was stunned.

A violent dizziness erupted, and the ancient blood in the template flickered wildly.

Time seemed to stand still.

The two Majesties on the opposite side, and the little princess of Sintra in the middle, had a strange dotted line around them.

Their figures are like a dreamy foam, multicolored paint floating on the river, quickly disappearing into the air.

instead.

Another figure was reflected in Roy's dark gold and silver gray pupils——

Curiosity wears a thin veil, her face is blurred, her body is petite, she has black hair, and her pupils are as green as a virgin forest.

She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and reached out to him.

Roy felt a strange familiarity and an unstoppable throbbing from his heart.

It seems that there is an indescribable connection between her and him, a bond of fate.

"Roy?"

In the soft greeting of the white wolf, the little black-haired girl and the background behind her were shattered like glass.

The three Calanser family reappeared in his field of vision, smiling brightly, as before.

"Sorry, I just thought of something else."

"What's wrong?"

"No...well, everything is fine..."

...

Two witchers jumped through the portal.

The gloomy sky is like the abyss of monsters, and the castle of Sintra shudders in the shadows.

It seemed to collapse at any moment.

...

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