The Divine Hunter

Another world, Novigrad.

The dim light penetrated through the window, the air was cold, and it was still the old round table, but there were two fewer participants.

The rest of the dozen or so remained silent.

The atmosphere was silent to the extreme.

"Come up, guys, the situation is unknown now, it's far from the moment of sadness and tears..." Lambert touched the mountain-shaped hairline, and turned his eyes to the dull-faced Geralt, "Geralt, When will you be too old to keep the daughter of your own destiny?"

"I was careless... I was too indulgent to Ciri, I should have been tougher and brought her back sooner." Bai Lang's voice was full of guilt, "But I have already remembered that person's face, and I left him one Deep mark."

"I swear, I will take Ciri back from him!"

"Let's talk about the mage who suddenly appeared." Vesemir's tone was slightly bitter, and he always wanted to see the disciple's accidental daughter.

Compared with these half-adopted children, he always believed that the accidental son really belonged to the witcher.

"Brown hair, wet black eyes, pointed nose, thin lips, about six feet tall, medium build." Geralt paused. "Wearing an amulet of opalescence, you can use some lame spells."

"Wow, the lame spell also made Geralt of Rivia devastated and missed the daughter of destiny?" Lambert asked exaggeratedly.

"He not only mastered spells, he was sharp, and had a good swordsmanship," Geralt recalled. "Based on his clothes and his temperament, I think he is most likely a spy from which country."

Everyone's eyes shifted and they thought for a moment.

"According to the worst-case scenario..." Amber Serret stared at the table with a serious expression, "That guy is from Nilfgaard, in fact, this is the most likely."

"After a war of aggression, the invaders usually do not kill all the blood of the ruler, otherwise they can only forcibly occupy a country, which requires a lot of financial and material resources to transform the local people, and has to face endless resistance actions, especially For a country like Sintra, where most of its citizens have a fiery temper."

"But if they catch an heir to the kingdom whose blood, identity, and name are logical..." Escal's dull voice rang out, "The intruder can use her as a puppet and use her identity to issue orders,

They have a fair reason to receive all the heritage of the occupied country. "

"Compared to the tough-tempered East and Calanthe, the nobles who would rather take poison than bow down. The young Princess of Sintra is undoubtedly the best choice."

"Nine times out of ten, the emperor of Nilfgaard sent that mage spy to take advantage of the cleaning time after the city was destroyed and kidnapped Ciri!" The vulture raised the sunglasses on his nose and was firm.

The entire conference room was so quiet that you could hear needles falling, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation.

The emperor of Nilfgaard sent someone to take Ciri away, how could they get him back? Rush into the endless black armor army?

"Maybe Ciri has been brought into the southern country by the knights, and is on the way to Nilfgaard's capital, the city of Jinta, and is about to meet Emhyr Enris." Oaks shook his head and sighed, "Rescue her. It’s as hard as going to the sky.”

"Don't be so pessimistic, everyone, this is just a guess!" Kayane couldn't help shaking his head, "Geralt, did you see that mage take Ciri with your own eyes?"

The white wolf shook his head, "I followed Ciri's scent and found a secret passage under the castle leading to the city, but her scent completely disappeared there... I feel like I was taken on a horse... I would rather be taken away by someone. took her."

Geralt's heart bleeds at the thought of that naughty man breaking into the purgatory-like city of Sintra, which was being sacked by Nilfgaardian cavalry.

"I will find her. Ciri is my accidental daughter, and I have a fateful connection with her..." Geralt's dark cat pupils flashed terrifyingly, "Ms. Colin Tilly can help I!"

"When there is a divination result, I will take her back!"

...

"Now, it's the next issue." Aiden tapped his finger on the table lightly, drawing everyone's attention, "In the battle of Manada, we have lost a colleague, Geron Mollu. It's a pity ,second…"

"No!" The dignified and glamorous sorceress roared suddenly, like a furious lioness, her azure eyes turned out of the window - a gryphon was crawling listlessly under the plaque at the entrance of the courtyard, erected Ears and eyes stared straight at the alder forest.

Like a loyal dog waiting for its master.

But there was no response after waiting for too long, and the pair of black and bright eyes became dull, it roared from time to time, and its mood seemed extremely depressed.

"Look at Golphin! The little rascal once told me that Golphine has a deep bond with him that cannot be erased."

"Since the Griffin is still honestly staying at Gawain's house and obeying our orders, then Roy must be alive!"

"Calm down, Ms. Rita! Everyone understands that the kid is only temporarily missing. We will definitely find him!" Leto said with his head lowered, his expression calm, but the fists clenched in front of him still showed that he was not calm Mood.

The cold and rigid cheeks turned to the edge of the round table, red hair draped over her shoulders, and she stared at the charming sorceress.

"Ms. Triss, what happened at that time?"

Rita Ned's eyes narrowed, her eyebrows tightened, revealing a hint of hidden hostility.

Triss lowered her head and pondered, "I was shot in the thigh by the Nilfgaardian Black Armor, and I couldn't move. He took me to the castle."

"Please, Triss," Rita Ned looked at her, "you are a sorcerer, and you master a skill called magic."

Triss murmured, she could feel the other party's rapidly increasing anger, she could also see the unusual relationship between the other party and Roy, and an uncontrollable sourness surged in her heart.

Has it always been self-indulgent?

"Why does a delicate and expensive sorceress have to ram through the battlefield with the witcher? In that case, shouldn't you immediately open a portal and return to your warm and comfortable boudoir?"

"I want to help him..." Triss said guiltily. "I thought I could relieve him a little bit."

"Stupid!" Rita Ned exclaimed, and several witchers were taken aback, and couldn't help but take a step back. Geralt even started to think about whether to go to the dream-seeker lady first.

"What's your relationship with him, why risk your life to help him? Why do you ask him to run so far behind your back... From the city gate to the castle, are you disabled or frightened? Don't blush, too Don't sigh, don't wriggle in the chair!" Rita Need was aggressive, her eyes frighteningly cold.

"I," Triss turned pale, squeezed the corners of her skirt, and said with difficulty, "I am a comrade-in-arms relationship with him! He also saved my life, and he is my savior!"

"Come on! You think I can't see what you really think? Do you think I'm still that naive and silly girl?" Rita Ned shook her head. "Give up those false thoughts and hallucinations! I tell you clearly, He already has a woman!"

"Do you think he just stared into your eyes and saved your life because he had a crush on you?" Rita Ned said firmly, again as if to herself, "He's just using you!"

Triss's shoulders trembled.

"Or did he make it clear to you that he had intimate contact with you?" Rita Ned said nervously.

Triss was silent.

"Even if there is, it's just a dewy marriage, and it's fresh!"

Triss continued without answering.

Rita Need was incensed and furious,

"He's my man, my only man! I'm not generous enough to allow other women to harass him. Even if his whereabouts are unknown, I won't allow you to think about him or admire his noble personality! Understand? ?"

"Ms. Rita, you'd better not scare an important witness like that. I think the most important thing is to find Roy." Serrit reminded, the sorceress still watched Triss for a long time, and then snorted and sat down again. Next, "Triss, go ahead, what about after entering the castle?"

"Entering the castle, we searched the hall, and there was no sign of Ciri, and then went up to the second and third floors..." Triss took a deep breath, swallowed, and temporarily pressed everything back to her heart, "Then, I forgot…"

She rubbed her messy red hair in distress, "I can't remember what happened on the third floor."

"Don't joke with me!" Rita Ned sarcastically said, "Did you not completely transform your magic, and your brain was blocked by chaotic energy, or what? Memory fades, and you suffer from Alzheimer's?"

"No, no, I can't remember." Triss squeezed the corner of her skirt with one hand and her fingertips trembled, while the other hand rubbed her temples, with a pained look on her face, "I forgot something important! "

"Triss, take a deep breath and relax." Serrit glanced at Rita Nieder reproachfully. "We believe you... We checked and found bruises on the back of your head, and someone knocked you out."

"It now seems that, not only that, they also manipulated your memory, making you forget everything that happened on the third floor of the castle." Serret glanced at the red-haired sorceress with a little pity, "and the nearby field was blocked by It was exceptionally clean."

"We all know how difficult it is to influence a warlock's sanity. At least a wizard of the level who fought with Geralt can't do it."

"What if he is good at tampering with memory?"

"He was deadly to Geralt. Why didn't he kill Triss directly and try his best to tamper with his memory? Lianxiangxiyu didn't work? I think someone else took Roy away."

Oakes and Lambert rattled off a barrage of questions.

However, the clues that everyone has are really pitiful, and they can't discuss why. They can't imagine who else would appear in the castle at that time except the mage spy.

"Can the memory be restored?" Aiden interjected.

Rita Ned turned her eyes to Triss, her towering chest trembled rapidly, she could not see the pitiful appearance of this red-haired bitch, it was obviously her fault, why was her own man missing?

"I will discuss and study with Master Kalkstein. Of course, it involves sophisticated brains and memory, which is quite tricky. Triss has to cooperate throughout the whole process, and it will be regarded as an atonement!"

"All the circumstances are enough to show that you are dragging him down, and you must make amends. Before you find him, you stay at Gawain's house honestly. Even if the Warlock Brotherhood calls you, don't worry about it!"

"Also, advisor to the Royal Council of Vizima - quit!"

Atonement?

But Nilfgaard's iron cavalry hasn't stopped yet, so I just stand by and watch?

Triss was rescued and has yet to contact King Foltest, and even reported to Kayla Metz that she was safe.

If he did not say a word, he would be mistaken for being killed in Sintra.

Triss lowered her face and took a deep breath, just about to refute,

A suffocating pain and guilt surged in my heart.

Well, for Roy.

She nodded silently.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Besides that, we should also find another way to find Roy's whereabouts." Kayan's scarlet eyes flashed wisely, "Since there is some kind of bond between Golphin and him? Why don't we use this Divining his whereabouts?"

"Have you forgotten, man?" Leto shook his head and sighed. "The kid is very special. He is born with anti-detection magic, can't be divination, and can never be read mind."

"There's nothing wrong with trying it out."

The atmosphere became a little gloomy again.

"Cheer up, everyone!" Vesemir suddenly clapped his hands and said loudly, "The old man is very accurate, our chief prophet is not so easy to die. Although he is temporarily absent, his daily work has to continue."

"Tomorrow, Lambert's second mutation will proceed as usual. The herbal decoction for the four children and the prodrug for the seven new children should also be prepared."

"No, I'm sorry, I... I can't do it." Rita Ned suddenly covered her chest, gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed morbidly, and said in a sad tone, "Before I found him, I really wasn't in the mood to preside over the ceremony. "

She came to the fraternity because of Roy.

She really didn't know, if there was no Roy, what reason would she have to stay?

"I can't do it." She murmured, inexplicably flashing past sweet times before her eyes, tears rolling down her crystalline cheeks uncontrollably.

"Rita Nieder, you are a strong woman, you can't be knocked down by a little difficulty!" Leto reassured, "When he comes back, he will be proud of you."

Triss's heart filled with joy when she saw the other party's sad look, but it was quickly replaced by the shame and guilt in her eyes.

"Breathe...breath...well, I'll try my best."

"Lord Gawain and Lord Chapelle will also send people to look for Roy." Serret added, "They made a lot of money in the war in Sintra."

...

By the dry riverbed, the ancient castle.

"You scumbag who can't do enough and has more than enough to lose!" Wingford reprimanded the scar-faced man in front of him, "With such a good opportunity, you brought me back a scar?"

"Rins, let me tell you, not only did you lose that girl, you also lost my trust in you!"

"Master Wei Ge, please calm down... There is a reason for this." The man in mercenary costume, brown hair, wet eyes, and a pointed nose pleaded, "This failure was caused by a white-haired witcher, he She's more skilled than most witchers, and I almost gave my life to catch the little princess!"

He pointed to the hideous scar from the forehead to the chin on the left side of his face, his eyelids trembled, and his heart lingered.

"If only I hid more slowly! You won't see me today."

Wei Ge suddenly got up when he heard the words, and paced around the study a few times.

White-haired witcher.

At that time, when Emhyr Enreth, the emperor of Nilfgaard, was a hedgehog-headed Uchion of Ernwald, he guided him to the election of a son-in-law held by Calanthe for his daughter Pavetta.

And the white-haired witcher indirectly helped them, and he naturally remembered it fresh.

"Geralt of Rivia didn't give up Ciri's custody a long time ago, but he came to join in the fun at this juncture... Whether human or mutant, it turns out that they are duplicitous."

"You think the witcher took the princess?"

"I've seen the white-haired guy in a state of rage, and I'm sure someone else took the princess," Reins' black eyes flashed with thought, "When I left the castle, a team of strict heavy armor The cavalry is charging the drawbridge, and they are definitely not undisciplined people who burn, kill and loot."

Vigfortes's heart moved, and he immediately understood that the emperor of Nilfgaard must also send someone to look for his daughter.

For both public and private, he has reasons to do so, but if Ciri has arrived in Nilfgaard, his dark line over there should also send back news.

"Riens, I'll give you another chance to search for the whereabouts of the princess along Sintra, Upper Soden, Anglin, and Brugg. But be careful, don't make it known to me."

"Follow your orders!" The scarred-faced man bowed respectfully, heaving a sigh of relief.

"By the way, pay attention to safety." Wingford said, "The Nilfgaardian army has already marched towards Sodden, so don't be affected."

Another battle is coming.

Wygfortz didn't come out of nowhere either.

The bloody three days of Nilfgaard's capture of Sintra shocked the entire North.

The four major kingdoms and more than a dozen small countries suddenly felt the same hatred, and they have begun to convene coalition forces to defend against foreign enemies.

At the end of the war, the Black Armor Army used the army mages to break through the city walls of Sintra, which was regarded as a serious threat and provocation by the Northern Warlock Brotherhood!

Vigofort's proposal - uniting the Brotherhood of Warlocks to support the north, was successfully passed.

He straightened his collar.

It was his turn to shine, too.

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