The Divine Hunter

On the north side of the lonely Faroe Island, on the dark reefs of Halviken Harbour, the sun was like golden cotton wool spreading on the two young girls.

"Halma... don't stand there like a rock, you can't catch a fish for a long time, you won't change your position?" Sitting on the reef next to her, her face was covered with freckles, and her face was covered with short red hair. The masculine girl with hard lines looked at the empty fish basket on the opposite side and sneered, "Continue to stick to that fishing spot, you should drink the northwest wind at noon!"

"Don't command me! Keris, as a younger sister, you should obey your elder brother's orders! Be in step with me!" He has broad shoulders and a tall stature, with green stubble on his lips, and a stubble on his right cheek. A boy with a long scar raised his chin proudly and said, "Now, throw the marinated shrimp and small fish to me. I have a hunch that a tuna will bite my hook soon!"

"Cut! I won't listen to you, a stupid bear like you who only has muscles and no brains! The tide is about to ebb, what kind of nest are you making! And where are the tuna from the shore, do you want the slut!"

"Sharp-toothed tomboy!"

"I'm Kratz's Sparrowhawk!"

"Tomboy!"

"Big stupid bear!"

The quarrel between the two siblings came to an abrupt end.

They were like frightened feral cats jumping up a meter from the reef in situ.

Turn around and take a look.

A short white light suddenly appeared in the air, like the brush strokes of a great painter, and three lifelike shadows were outlined in one breath.

The sun shines on the beach and the reef again, and the figures are completely formed - a young man in a black cloak in the center, a pregnant woman on the left, and a beautiful little girl on the right.

As soon as the three of them appeared, their eyes met the two siblings!

"Grandma Calanthe? Aren't you at Grandpa Bran's?" Carris was surprised, "What's the situation?"

Calanthe then smiled bitterly, why did she like to play tricks on her mother before her little daughter was born?

Undoubtedly, the second delivery failed and strayed from its destination.

Halma noticed that the girl on the far left had a pair of green eyes like spring grass, her face seemed familiar, and her breathing was suddenly rapid, "Sister Ciri,

is it you? "

"Giggle! Halma, Kerris! I haven't seen you in a few years, you all grow so tall!" Ciri broke free from the witcher's hand, trotted onto the reef, and put her forehead on the chin and nose of the two of them. After comparing, he opened his arms and hugged them heavily, so proud that his nose almost turned to the sky, "I cast a teleportation magic just now to find you! How is it? Surprise, am I amazing?!"

"You? When did you learn magic?" Kerris looked surprised.

"It's a long story, in short, I have become a little magic princess! What are you doing?"

"We're trying to fish! But I've killed Halma to the bone."

"Don't listen to her nonsense! Sister Ciri, are you here to fulfill your promise to marry me?" Halma stared at the girl's innocent and charming face, her eyes burning hot.

A few years ago, he was skating against Ciri, and he broke a limb and left a long scar on his face. Since then, she has been accompanying herself lying on the bed, helping her study and chatting with herself.

At that time, the two had a private life.

It's a pity that the mandarin ducks were beaten ruthlessly by his father Kratz!

The little magical princess of Sintra, who has always been fearless, turned red when she heard the words.

Ashamed of my once childish vows.

"Idiot, shut your mouth! Don't mention that ridiculous marriage contract!" Kerris saw the embarrassment of her good sister and helped her out of the siege, "Ciri, let's play together?"

"Okay, okay! Let's compete, and the loser will do a thousand squats!"

The corner of the witcher's mouth twitched, why did he turn into air inexplicably?

"Everyone, let's talk about the fishing competition later! Come over to Ciri! You didn't concentrate just now, you were thinking about it, right? So there was an accident in teleportation!"

"Sorry, Roy, I couldn't control it just now, I thought of them both!"

"Ciri, who is this guy, and how can he give orders to you?"

"He's my good friend! Goodbye, Halma, Kyris, we have to go back first!" Ciri waved goodbye and stepped back, holding the witcher's hand again, "I will live in Buenos Aires for a long time in the future. Grandpa Lan, remember to find me!"

The witcher held the pregnant woman's shoe on the right and dragged the queen,

"Okay, you two, close your eyes, don't make any mistakes this time, imagine the tombstone of His Majesty Easter! Remember it's a tombstone!"

"Master Roy, can the three of us join forces to go anywhere? As long as you want?"

There was a strange brilliance in Calanth's green eyes.

"I don't know, I've never experienced such a strange teleportation! It's amazingly fast, it doesn't even require spellcasting, it doesn't require fixed spatial coordinates, and what I want, arrives instantly."

"Except for being a little dizzy, it's perfect!"

The combined power of the three ancient blood owners makes the witcher's heart skip a beat.

Perhaps this is the further bloodline power in the mouth of Goddess Freya!

Therefore, I don't have to deprive them of their blood at all.

One is my little sister and the other is my unexpected daughter.

Let's join forces later!

Can you escape your grasp?

Whoa!

The waves beat against the reef.

The three were drowned again by a burst of white light.

The two siblings stared at the air and fell into a sluggish state.

"What are you still doing? Kerris. Don't worry about that scumbag! Call Uncle Fake and take the boat to Little Skelliger Island. I'm going to fight for my engagement with Ciri again, in front of Grandpa Bran and Kratz's. noodle!"

...

As expected by the witcher, the next location is still not the tombstone.

They were greeted by a brightly lit castle corridor.

The floor is covered with a luxurious saffron red carpet, and the ruby ​​pendant flags and the Temerian white Baihe flags are evenly hung on the left and right walls.

"It's not me!" Ciri's big eyes flashed with excitement, but he quickly shook his head at the serious witcher to clarify.

"Sorry, Master Roy, it's my problem this time," and Calanthe stared at the two flags, "now we're in the center of Sodden, the castle of the former king Eckhard, now the Temeria king Fahrenheit. Ertest's territory."

"It's also the venue for the North-South Peace Conference! I came here once a few years ago, so..."

"As expected of a Sintra lioness, she is so courageous. She 'throws her arms' to the kings of the North and South who are eyeing you, and she has a child! You should pray that there is no fourth pair of eyes around here!"

"I want to see how Foltest and Nilfgaard are talking. I'm a little unwilling." Calanthe pursed her lips, and her emerald green eyes showed a hint of yearning. "I just thought about it in my head, but I didn't expect it."

Roy suddenly made a silent gesture, and sneakily found a utility room in the corner of the corridor with his two grandchildren.

Swah——

His figure rose from the ground in an instant, like a black gecko, hanging on the ceiling, using both hands and feet, and swimming over the wall in the blink of an eye!

Not far from the corridor, there was the sound of heavy metal colliding footsteps. A soldier wearing silver plate armor and a long sword on his waist was walking towards the corridor. Suddenly, his eyes darkened. A triangular charm was reflected in his pupils, and he lost his focus instantly. His lips parted and he whispered in a low voice to the witcher in front of him.

"The ten kings of the north and their magical advisors, the envoys of Nilfgaard, have gathered in this castle? And Vygoforts?"

Roy stared at the conference room at the end of the corridor, where eight knights in armor stood guard.

According to the chest badge, from different northern countries.

A sudden urge surged in his heart.

If you call Leviathan at this time.

Can you directly take away the big men from the north and the south?

He immediately laughed and shook his head, is this using Wygoforts and the warlocks from the north and the south as decorations?

He tried to get closer to the conference room.

However, less than halfway through, the magic in the body became unusually stagnant, and some invisible substance in the air blocked the operation of the magic.

The whole big iron gate is actually made of anti-magic metal.

"Yes, on such an important occasion, there must be anti-magic protection measures. Then teleportation and flashing will fail." Roy gave up the idea of ​​unreliable adventurous prying, and turned around to find the two grandparents of Calanthe.

"Sorry, it's too dangerous to stay here for a long time."

A trace of regret appeared on Calanth's face, and he nodded understandingly.

"One day, I will come back in an open and honest way!"

"Let's go!"

The three hold hands.

And this time, it was Roy's turn to lose his mind, and a beautiful image appeared in his mind.

The three figures turned into white light and went away.

at the same time.

The layout of the conference table is clearly divided into three sides.

On one side is the Northern Alliance.

A group of rulers with crowns on their heads and various cloaks behind them.

The most handsome king, Foltest of Temeria, Vizmir II of Redania, Mivi the beautiful queen of Leiria and Livia, Demawi the king of Aedirn with a huge beer belly, The bearded, sturdy king of Caldwin, Henselt, sat in the first row, accompanied by a well-dressed appearance, like the magical consultants Kayla Metz and Triss Merigold participating in a beauty pageant. , Philippa Earhart, Sabina…

In the second row sits the kings of small kingdoms such as Brugg, Karak, Verdon, and the bishop of the eternal fire of Redania.

On the opposite side, there were only a few representatives from the south—the current governor of Sintra, Menno Kuhorn, was wearing black armor, and Nilfgaard’s ambassador, Hilard Fitz Oyestellan, was writing and accompanying him. The eyes of several warlocks were calm, and among them was Viggo Fringera, who suffered a lot from Roy.

However, the faces of the kings of the north, which were crowded and powerful, were solemn and livid.

Menno Cuhoun had a smile on the corner of his mouth, a look of contentment.

"Okay, noble majesty, after two days of detailed and meticulous negotiation, the Northern Alliance and Nilfgaard have reached a peace agreement. Let me confirm the main terms of the agreement with you again," standing in the center of the round table, wearing a suit The black dress, the slender and sturdy Wigfords, cleared his throat, and the loud voice reached the ears of every king.

"First of all, the Nilfgaardian army completely withdraws from the occupied Upper Sodden and returns the land to His Majesty Foltest, the current ruler of Sodden."

Queen Mivi fiddled glumly with the huge ruby ​​around her neck, her plump lips twisted.

It's Temeria again!

"Secondly, from the date of the signing of the peace treaty, Sintra, as well as its vassals Wieden and Atri, will belong to Nilfgaard and become its northern province, under its full jurisdiction. out of Sintra and become the territory of Temeria."

Foltest smiled happily.

The rest of the kings looked gloomy.

Especially King Kedwin and King Aedirn, staring at Foltest's noble profile, with a flash of fire in his eyes.

Well, whoever called this guy was the nephew of the late King Eckhard of Soden.

Who is Brugger in the belly of Temeria!

I can't even give it to other countries!

"Thirdly, Nilfgaard must make compensation to the countries in the north, except for Temeria... The specific amount of compensation is based on the number of deaths and the standard reference agreement..."

Menno Kuhoun glanced at the amount on the agreement, and straightened his face like a bandit. This amount of money is not a problem for the powerful empire, if the other party does not want to burn Florin after melting. If it was recast into other coins, he would like to make more compensation and strengthen the economic offensive in the south.

And the kings of the north, with a slightly rainy face, barely had a little consolation prize.

"Fourth, the soldiers and fleets of Nilfgaard are not allowed to cross the north bank of the Yaruga River. The country of Verdon is still protected by its own troops... The most important thing is the number of black armored troops north of Mount Amer. No more than 30,000 people. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a precursor to an invasion, and the North has the right to attack first!"

Ambassador Nilfgaard sighed, this is quite troublesome.

"Fifth, from the date of the signing of the agreement, the North and the South will coexist peacefully for a period of ten years. If either party uses force first, the terms of the agreement will be completely voided!"

The kings were shocked.

"Your Majesty, it's time to sign your names."

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Let me be an example!"

Foltest straightened the crown on his head, opened the agreement in front of him, and signed the name neatly.

This agreement, except for Nilfgaard.

It was Temeria that reaped the greatest benefit, with both Brugg and Soden being relegated to the homeland.

However, Temeria also made the greatest sacrifice among the coalition forces, killing tens of thousands of people!

The kings of the north exchanged glances with the magic advisors around him.

For a while, the rustling sound of a quill rubbing against the paper sounded throughout the conference room.

...

Wei Gefortz's eyes slowly swept over all the kings present, and his tone was full and powerful, "In the battle of Suoshan, countless blood and deaths have taught us that peace is not easy to come by, I hope you all cherish it more!"

"Whoever dares to tear up the agreement will stand on the opposite side of all His Majesty attending the meeting!"

"As the leader of this meeting, I, Wigfortes and my colleagues in the northern magic world, out of moral and black and white agreement, I can only apologise to that one!" The strongest of the Warlock Brotherhood, facing the Figures present at the pinnacle of power issued a warning from the wizarding world.

But most northern kings didn't take it too seriously.

The Brotherhood of Warlocks of the North is of course assisting the North.

Their magic advisors are all inside!

Wei Ge breathed a sigh of relief, and was very satisfied with the performance of the big men.

He suddenly glanced at the door of the conference room, reached out and rubbed his temples.

For no reason a sense of loss arises,

As if he had missed something vital enough to affect his destiny.

...

The third transmission.

Roy arrived where he wanted to go, an island full of nature.

It looks like a huge stone pillar pierced from the waves, full of psychic towers, spiral roads, winding ladders and platforms, green forests and gardens.

The green is dotted with towering white pagodas, clinging to swallow-neck-like stones, and a domed building surrounded by galleries.

At the top of the island, there is a towering ancient tower - Thor Lara, the Tower of Seagulls.

They were located low on the island, in a secluded courtyard.

In the opposite pond, the transparent dew swayed on the lotus leaf, and when the wind blew, the lotus leaf dewdrops flowed down like broken pearls.

A green willow tree swayed thousands of strands against the pond.

Roy's sight went over the low earth wall. On one side of the island was the gray-green sea, reflecting the noon sun, and scattered white sails.

After passing a bridge on the other side, you can see the high wall surrounded, the steeple towering, and the top of the tower gleaming.

"Goss Velen," Roy let go of the girl and the pregnant woman, and looked around the secluded courtyard in the four corners. Where was the person he sensed? "This mountain rising from the sea is Sinid Island."

"Where Yennefer used to study magic? Are those towers Arethusa?" Ciri stared at the White Tower over there with interest.

"Master Roy, why did you bring us here?" Calanthe nervously grabbed her granddaughter's hand, "Yennefer promised to instruct Ciri magic, she would never join Arethusa ."

"Don't worry! I'm just here to meet a woman..." Roy said. "You two have gone to where you want to be. To be fair, you should do it for me, right? Otherwise, it's discriminating against men!"

Calanthe was speechless for a moment.

"Humph, it's clearly you the first time! Roy, you're a rascal!" Ciri pouted and glared at him.

"Nonsense! Hold on to your grandmother, let's go to the academy...to..." The witcher was suddenly speechless.

The different-colored pupils turned to the willow tree that was draped with emerald green silk.

and the pond in front of the willow tree.

Four bare arms suddenly stretched out from the edge of the pond.

Two are wheat-colored, and two are as white as snowflakes.

The crystal water splashed along the arm to wet the open space beside the pond, and then two pretty faces emerged from below and placed in the center of the arm.

With a small round face, he looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin and a handsome appearance.

The wet brown hair is draped behind her head, her big black eyes sparkling with innocence and childishness, her nose and red lips are small and delicate, and her cheeks have a little cute baby fat, which looks simple and cute.

A memory of the witcher two or three years ago came flooding up.

Edsberg, the hunchbacked little girl, has grown up.

Casca/Toya

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Status: Student of Arethusa

Life: 70

Mana: 180

Attributes:

Strength: 5

Agility: 5

Constitution: 7

Perception: 7

Will: 7

Charisma: 8

Spirit: 18

Skill:

Law Source (passive), Meditation lv2, Frostbolt lv2, Frost Armor lv2, Fireball lv2...

...

The other face had rose-petal lips and eyes as blue as the ocean.

The sun shone on her red hair like a throbbing flame, so beautiful.

...

"Grandma Rita!" Ciri yelled maliciously, noticing the Witcher's weird expression.

The two people playing in the pond were attracted, and their eyes turned around.

Casca exclaimed and shrank her body into the pond like a tortoise.

But the sorceress smiled boldly,

With a bang, water splashed everywhere.

Rita Ned climbed out of the pond.

Ciri stared intently at this great beauty, her delicate skin and bumpy figure were more beautiful and thrilling than nymphs and marble statues, like a falling mountain, turning into a fertile field.

She glanced at herself, then at her grandmother's bulging belly, and bit her lip.

well!

You can't do it above, you can't do it below.

Almost at the same time, a black gauze skirt automatically covered Rita Ned's body.

"Roy, Ciri, and this is Queen Calanthe?"

She walked over, subconsciously holding the Demon Hunter's arm, her long hair brushed against the Demon Hunter's cheek, exuding a unique fragrance, her bright eyes carrying a hint of curious inquiry,

"Do you believe me when I said it was an accident?" Roy turned his head and gave her an embarrassed smile. She didn't blink, thinking about her students, "I'll admit it. I'm here to see you, and by the way, I'm with Ciri. , and His Royal Highness Calanthe tried a new ability."

The queen held her stomach and frowned, a look of tiredness appeared in her brows.

"New ability?"

"It's a little complicated," the witcher turned to the edge of the pond, with a half-head and a pair of big, dark eyes squinting.

"Casca? Toya?"

"Roy! You, do you still remember me?" Two small dimples appeared on the girl's round face, her eyes were flushed, and her voice was as crisp as a lark with surprise and a hint of choking.

"We pulled the tick at the beginning."

"Come up, Casca, and see Brother Roy, who you've been thinking about and made a promise to!" The sorceress looked at the man beside her with a half-smile, but there was a glint of fire in her eyes.

The latter tried her best to keep an indifferent expression, turning her face slightly to avoid her death stare.

The sorceress spared him temporarily.

"The queen seems a little tired, let's go, let's find a place to sit and have a good chat!"