The Divine Hunter

"Who is coming, stop immediately," in front of the castle's drawbridge, a poker-faced soldier dressed in gray chain armor and holding a halberd blocked Geralt's way, and his eyes under the silver helmet swept over the two with restraint, " What is the purpose of visiting the Royal Palace of Sintra?"

"Cough, cough..." Geralt cleared his throat and looked over the shoulders of the guard. There were patrolling soldiers not far behind, which was not conducive to using the Axifa seal, "I am the fourth corner city appointed by Queen Calanthe. The lord Lavex, this is my servant, I have come to visit the queen and her majesty this time, I have something important to report, the situation is extremely urgent, please pass it on on your behalf."

The poker-faced guard was stunned for a moment, and exchanged glances with his garlic-nosed companion.

Hell, they've never heard of "Four Horn City".

But seeing the calm expression on White Wolf's face and the mention of Queen Calanthe's appointment, the guard felt a little uneasy, as if he didn't report it would be a huge sin.

"This... Your Excellency the Lord of the Fourth Corner City. Your Majesty is having a meeting with a number of noble kings and ambassadors... If you do not have an invitation letter, please wait until the meeting is over and come back. I will pass the message to the general manager at that time."

"It's your responsibility, please understand and understand, and leave for now."

After speaking, the two halberds re-folded.

The doorman reverted to his poker face and ignored it.

...

"Cough," the two witchers left the hillside where the castle was located in dismay.

Roy said jokingly, "Master Lavex, your title of Lord of the Fourth Corner City doesn't seem to be very easy to use? When will you bring your servants into the castle to see the world again?"

"Man, this is not a name made up, many years ago..." Geralt recalled with a blank look, "Queen Calanthe held the election of a daughter-in-law for her daughter, and I participated in it with this title. But the gap is too long. After a long time, these soldiers probably won't remember."

"Be honest and wait. Queen Calanthe will definitely meet me when she hears this name."

"Maybe she will drive you away! Her Majesty has been worried that you will take Ciri away! I have a better idea," Roy looked at the window on the seaside side of the castle, "You stay here, I'll go check it out first. Happening."

How did the two rulers of Sintra communicate with representatives of other countries?

"Don't mess around, Roy..." Geralt was startled,

He quickly persuaded, "Breaking in and breaking in, if we get caught, our trip will have to end early."

"Have I let you down? Geralt, I promise there's no accident!" Roy stretched out his hand, grabbed the gray silent cloak from the void, and draped it behind him and took out a crossbow.

...

The sun cast a pale golden gauze on the castle on the edge of the cliff.

A sparrowhawk fluttered across the sky with its dark gray wings, and flew into the mottled city wall covered with green vines and weathered by years, into an open window.

"Whoosh-"

A silver crossbow bolt jumped out from the reef on the coast, spanned dozens of meters in an instant, and fell exactly into the same window.

"Shh..." The slender figure on the reef below suddenly disappeared into the air.

When he appeared again, he was already inside the castle, with a hallway with a luxurious red carpet in the center.

On the gray walls on both sides, there are precious oil paintings and specimens of beasts such as deer, tigers, and crocodiles. Near the walls, there are huge vases and armor booths.

Light-colored, elegant and dignified decorations were painted on the opened windows that were about to reach the ceiling.

Golfin Sparrowhawk hopped along the front of the corridor to find his way,

Roy put on a pair of sticky gloves and sticky boots produced by the alchemist master, and the five fingers on his left hand outlined two seals in succession, golden and dark rays of light covering his whole body.

After sprinting for a short distance, he suddenly jumped along the side wall and climbed to the ceiling more than five meters above the ground in one breath.

His voice and body odor obscured by a cloak of silence and a spell shield, he was as quick and quiet as a spider.

If anyone looked up in the dark corridor, they could only see the faint gray shadows passing by on the ceiling.

With the assistance of Golfin, Roy passed the ten patrolling soldiers, the doorman, and the wooden doors on the wall - I didn't know where to go, so many that my scalp was numb.

Sintra Castle is like a labyrinth, and it is easy to get lost if you are not an acquaintance.

But he had been here once, as the princess' accompaniment for a month, just in case he had already memorized the layout of the room by heart.

He was in a no-man's land, not even using Axie, crawling to the room where the sounds and smells were concentrated, following the guide of the witcher's senses.

At a certain moment, he came to a dark green ornate wooden door, and a strange sense of familiarity came over him...

The witcher on the ceiling fell silent, and the strange-colored iris under the sunglasses flashed a hint of nostalgia.

He came here more than a year ago.

"Shh..."

Roy fell to the ground lightly...with the ears attached to the wooden door.

...

A petite figure was sitting on a huge chair inlaid with gold, while swinging two white lotus-like calves, he quickly wrote something with a quill.

"Hmph! Collier, this princess has had enough!" She suddenly stopped writing, her beautiful big green eyes were full of irritability under her mouse-gray hair, she turned around abruptly, raised her chin proudly, and leaned over her body. In front of the little maid in the white apron, green eyes shrouded the maid's body, and said threateningly,

"I order you, immediately, immediately, to help me finish this confession!"

"Uuuu...I can't imitate your handwriting." The round-faced maid with small features put her hands on her chest and said timidly, "The queen has instructed that you can only write it yourself, otherwise, otherwise, you will cut me off. brain!"

"Your highness, brave, kind and beautiful princess knight, please forgive me!"

Ciri suddenly puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel, "Here again, threaten me with your life every time!"

"Just because you're my only friend!"

She pouted and hung up the oil bottle aggrievedly.

"Don't think that I will always be soft, I will do a big thing sooner or later and make Calanthe regret it!"

"Be quiet, Your Highness!" The round-faced maid suddenly begged in horror, "If your Majesty's people will hear you, you have to write a second letter of repentance."

"She's here, even if you complain!" Ciri's voice became more and more high-pitched and sharp, and there was a glint of crystal in the corner of her eyes.

"Old witch! I've been under house arrest for more than a year, locked in this shabby house, reading and reading every day, and learning how to be a little lady?"

"I don't! I want to go out, I want to see the sea, skating, racing, and crab fishing!"

"There must be a thousand written confessions!"

"It's endless!" She slumped on the desk and wiped away tears, "Damn Calanthe! At least let me go out and meet my friends!"

"Shalma, Kyles... I almost forget what they look like."

Ciri's voice was weak, her thin shoulders shook, and then she covered her face and sobbed.

"His Royal Highness, don't cry... If you cry and break your body, I will feel distressed to death." Collier put a chubby little face on Ciri's little cat-like face, and accompanied the princess to wipe her tears .

"And those two big liars... big bad guys! They said they wanted to visit me and play with me, and they all forgot about me in a blink of an eye. It's been so long, I haven't even got a message!"

"Fuck me like a three-year-old brat!"

"Snake faction, wolf faction." The sun shines through the window, which was almost nailed to the wood, showing a plain white and delicate face.

A pair of brows were twisted like caterpillars, the little girl's mouth opened and closed, and her white deciduous teeth bit the air fiercely, "I think it's bragging!"

"Dong, dong..." There was a knock on the door, and the cry suddenly stopped.

The little girl in front of the desk seemed to be electrocuted, she sat up instantly, and nervously wiped the tears from her face.

The round-faced maid, as if she had been trained a thousand times, quickly pulled up her apron and wiped it on her face. Her round face was clean, and she walked carefully to the door, took a deep breath, and barely maintained her calm voice.

"Ahem, Her Royal Highness is writing a confession... Come and pick it up in an hour."

"I'm not from Her Majesty the Queen."

An unusually young, gentle and pleasant voice came in.

Collier had never heard this voice, but she somehow felt that the owner of the voice must be very charming.

"Who are you?"

The little princess at the desk scribbled on the white paper and pricked up her ears.

"I am Roy, the Demon Hunter of the Bragging School, and I came here specially to apologize to the great princess knight!"

"Sorry, Ciri, for keeping you waiting."

"Woooo!"

Cries and hurried footsteps broke out in the room.