The Divine Hunter

"Tick!"

A drop of rain falls from the cloudy sky into the turbulent sea.

Immediately afterwards, the dense silver thread fell, and it turned into a downpour in an instant!

"Crash!"

The entire Sintra was covered with a torrential rain curtain.

The wind howled, the silver snake swam in the clouds, and the rolling thunder seemed to shatter the sky.

"Boom!"

Lightning strikes the sky!

Several conference rooms of Terra Castle were illuminated, and Roy's face was plated with a layer of cold golden yellow.

"Your Majesty, if I give advice, can I take Ciri away?"

...

Calanthe said nothing.

"The Law of Accidents does have its magic power..." Druid Mossack suddenly sighed, "As the daughter of fate, Ciri can't escape fate after all."

"Calanther," East said solemnly, "I was there when Geralt proposed the Law of Accident to Downey. Downey made a promise."

"Donnie and Pavetta passed away unexpectedly, but promises shouldn't be taken lightly."

"I can't make a decision for Ciri..." Calanthe sighed after a long time, "She chooses whether to go or stay."

Roy turned around and looked at Geralt, both of whom had surprises in their eyes... No matter what the final result was, it was already a huge success to make Calanthe calm down and change his tune.

"Well then, your two majesties, Master Mossak, I will only say it once, believe it or not, it is up to your judgment..."

"Next year, in a decisive battle - the Battle of Manada," Roy stared out the window, his eyes fixed on the gloomy sky, "Cintra was defeated not only because of the disparity in numbers."

"Nilfgaard's huge army has unimaginable military literacy and assembly speed. They suddenly crossed the Amer Pass, marched north at an alarming speed, launched a blitzkrieg, and quickly cleared the defenders along the way."

"The unprepared, hurried strike of the Sintra army ... fell into Nilfgaard's trap,

surrounded by an army several times his size. You can't move forward, you can only fight to the death! "

"Both of you have led troops to fight, I believe you will have a way to deal with the ambush." ​​Roy's eyes jumped between the two rulers of Sintra, "but when that day really comes, you must be more careful."

The voice stopped abruptly.

East fell into contemplation, the terrain of the Manada Valley clearly emerged in his mind, and they must take time to formulate targeted and rigorous tactics.

"Secondly, before the Battle of Manada, Skellige had sent fifty warships to Sintra to support him, just waiting to land at the port to defend against the Nilfgaardian army with his allies."

Mossack was amazed.

What an accurate prediction is this, even the number of the fleet is clear?

And as the advisor to the king of the archipelago, he knew the strength of King Bran very well.

"Fifty warships, very reasonable." He whispered.

"Unfortunately," Roy shook his head, and everyone's heart jumped. "The fleet sailed halfway and encountered an unprecedented huge storm... and was trapped at sea."

"Cintra couldn't wait for allies."

"Falled in isolation."

"It's too strange to have a sea storm at such a critical juncture." Calanthe frowned, "I don't believe that even God will destroy Sintra."

"Without the exclusion of human factors, the storm at sea may not be a coincidence." Roy said meaningfully, "Nilfgaard has no shortage of powerful warlocks who can affect the weather."

But the involvement is too deep, and he did not reveal further.

"The Battle of Manada took place in July 1263, which means that if there is no accident, the Nilfgaardian army will leave the Amer Pass in July next year." Roy continued,

"So I have a suggestion - the reinforcements sent by Skellige should at least set off from the archipelago in mid or late June." Roy paused and looked at Mossack, "In order to prevent the inability to The expected sea storm... Master Mossak can do the best."

Among the sky controllers in Rui, no one is superior in manipulating the weather, suppressing or even eliminating a storm.

"Then Skellige's reinforcements will be able to settle in Sintra smoothly!"

The remnants of Sintra can stand alone for four days and four nights, if you add the group of tough sea men.

It can definitely change the war situation, at least give Sintra a little more time!

Nilfgaard pays more!

He himself is also benevolent.

Mossack stroked his beard slowly from top to bottom.

According to common sense, druids never participate in wars, but two close friends are about to suffer, and he can't just sit back and ignore them.

Stopping the storm is not impossible.

"If I need the old man to work, I have a responsibility."

East and Calanthe looked grateful.

Roy continued, "In addition, the Skellige fleet, do not pass through the Sedna Abyss during the entire trip."

Calanther's face changed suddenly,

"Didn't my daughter and son-in-law get shipwrecked in this ghost place?"

Ten years ago, the boat Downey and Pavetta were on sank in the Sedna Abyss, leaving them both missing.

Ciri narrowly escaped by staying at Skellige.

"There is evil everywhere in that place," Roy reminded solemnly, but did not reveal the person behind it. The two couldn't even survive the first level, so there is no need to understand the deeper reasons. "Just in case, the most Don't get close."

East nodded.

Even if there are inaccuracies in Roy's words, these arrangements will not cause Sintra to suffer.

"You two, I must emphasize that the war situation changes rapidly. Are there any Nilfgaardian spies lurking in Sintra? I don't know."

Roy turned his eyes to East and Calanthe's faces.

"There is a high probability that the Nilfgaardian intelligence department will be able to detect your arrangement in advance, as well as the movement of the Skellige fleet, and start the war first!"

"So my words are only for reference. How to arrange it is up to the two Your Majesty to decide for themselves."

...

At this moment, Calanthe's eyes flashed with admiration.

At least this guy is not arrogant and arrogant and loses his mind. A war is definitely not explained in a few words.

Calanthe asked slowly, "Any other suggestions?"

Roy took a deep breath, "The two should find another strong ally."

"Didn't you already see it?" Calanthe shook his head, "All those short-sighted guys rejected Sintra's alliance request."

"So Temeria?" Roy asked.

"Foltest was too arrogant and refused our invitation to the meeting from the beginning! If you want to get his support, unless Sintra surrenders to him!"

"Not only Temeria, but the northern powers of Adian and Redalia have the same mentality."

"They would love to have Sintra devastated, so that they can take our land! It is a great mercy not to fall into the trap."

"I suggest that soon, the two of you send someone to Vizima to try again," Roy said. "This time is different. As far as I know, King Foltest has recognized Nefer to a certain extent. Gad's threat."

"The two envoys told him to focus on Titinifergaard's ambitions for the entire northern region. Once the other side captures Sintra, they will have a firm foothold in the northern region and have the capital to fight the north for a long time."

"This request for help may be rewarding!" Roy said with a pause, "What's the harm in being rejected again?"

"Then borrow your auspicious words." East said, "I will send messengers."

...

"Okay, Your Majesty, Master Mossack," Roy breathed a sigh of relief, "I already know everything I need to say, and I have finished what I have to say."

His recommendations can be summed up in five points.

Watch out for Nilfgaard's traps and ambush in the Manada Valley.

Inform King Skelligeblanc as soon as possible before the war breaks out.

The Skellige warship should take advantage of the powers of the Mothsark Skymaster to avoid possible sea storms and forbid the passage of the Sedna Abyss.

Keep an eye out for Nilfgaardian spies in the city.

Ask Foltest for help again.

...

"Roy, I have taken your advice to my heart..." Easter sat in front of the throne, holding his chin in his right hand, "Wait until next year, when the situation is clear, if Cintra is lucky enough to escape the catastrophe and continue to stand in World."

"I promise..." East and Calanthe exchanged glances, "In Sintra's territory, there will be a piece of land that belongs to you!"

"You will receive honor, status and wealth commensurate with this extraordinary contribution..."

"Of course, the premise is that our country is still there at that time..." Calanthe nodded to Roy, with a hint of respect in her emerald green eyes.

"In order to prevent you from losing everything, later, you still have a rich reward to receive..."

...

Roy bowed to the two of them and accepted it calmly.

Geralt, who was sitting on the chair, had a complicated expression when he heard the words, and he came again. This guy just relied on a few words in exchange for countless benefits, and he actually fought a duel with a strange knight.

Almost lost face.

There was a slight imbalance in my heart.

White Wolf took a sip of Sintra spirits.

"Then, Your Majesty, are you now..."

Calanthe summoned a servant to whisper a few words, and the latter hurried away.

"I declare in advance, two masters, that I did not make this decision for the so-called law of accident, and I do not believe in false lies!"

"Your Majesty, those who play tricks on fate will be punished by fate." Mossack interjected.

The lioness of Sintra put her hands in front of her belly, raised her chin slightly, and emphasized with a deaf ear, "And Donnie's promise is like last year's snow to me... Now, the snow has melted into water, and the rush Into the sea! There's only a torrential rain outside."

"But your words are not unreasonable." She changed her voice.

East next to him grinned and covered his forehead.

"My Sirella is still young, even if she will be ten years old next year. She shouldn't have to bear these cruel realities too soon!" Calanthe took a deep breath, and a hint of distress flashed in her emerald green eyes. That picture you mentioned, that possibility, the noble princess is wandering like a beggar."

"I'm so angry! This kind of result is not allowed to exist at all!" She nodded at the witcher, "Next, if you want, I will send someone to your home to investigate and make sure that the place is really what you think it is. Say...then, it's going to be a fallback."

"When the situation in Sintra is completely irreversible, our homeland will cease to exist, and Ciri will make his own choice, go to your place, or seek refuge elsewhere!"

"If she wants to come with us later?" Geralt asked.

"And in other places, she will only be regarded as a piece of fat, a puppet to seize power!" Roy helped.

"No! How can you be so cruel—" Calanthe just finished.

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A small, pale face with baby fat slipped out of the door and looked carefully into the room.

Emerald green eyes swept across the white-haired witcher, and the little girl suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, raised her skirt, and dashed to Jello with the cheerful and rapid footsteps. In front of Te, he hugged his thigh, buried his head in his arms, and rubbed his head.

Like a wagging tail, lovable puppy.

White Wolf's strong hands pressed on her shoulders, and a trace of emotion appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

Ciri raised her head, frowned, and smiled sweetly at him.

The uneasiness in my heart disappeared, leaving no trace.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, the rainstorm was like a waterfall, the sea was turbulent, and it was overturned and furious.

And she just felt warm and happy.

"Haha, Geralt! You finally came to see me! I knew you would come!"

"After so long, we are finally reunited!"

Roy shook his head and smiled, the treatment was really different.

"Ciri..." White Wolf said in his heart, raised her with both hands and shook her, then glanced at the companion next to him, "You are my destiny, no, you are not only my destiny."

"not only."

"Cirella, hurry up and come down!" A dignified and dignified grunt interrupted their long-awaited reunion, "How dare you be in front of outsiders!"

"Ah? Sorry, grandma, I forgot you were there?" Ciri smiled stiffly, wrinkled her nose, and reluctantly left Geralt and moved to Calanthe.

A pair of small hands tightly covered the torn buttocks, and the soft voice contained a complaint, "I thought you were trying to get me to write a confession again! You have to wash the belt again."

Calanthe glared at her, and the latter trembled for a moment, "You troublemaker, you haven't realized your mistake! When will I save some snacks, there is a princess and a lady, and no one will punish you!"

Ciri smiled shyly, and ran to the side like a smoke, "Grandpa Mossack, good afternoon!" She gave the bearded Druid a hug.

"Take it easy, little princess... I've said many times, pull out your beard if you don't meet each other, it's not a radish in a vegetable field!"

"Humph…"

"Haha, Grandpa East, you still love me the most!" The little girl threw herself into the arms of the islander king again, letting him rub his rough beard against her tender little face, she giggled,

"Who said there were not many girls in our family?"

Easter's gloomy face showed a doting smile, and he touched her little head, "Boys should be beaten since childhood and exercise a strong body!"

"Girl, Ciri is very good! Neither arrogant and squeamish like a porcelain doll, nor completely turned into a tomboy!"

"East! If you dote on her like this again, she will stab her in a big basket and pierce the sky in the future!" Calanser gave her husband a dissatisfied look, and the latter immediately put down her little granddaughter.

"Ciri, come here, grandma has something to ask you!"

The little princess stood obediently at the right hand of the queen, but stuck out her tongue and grimaced at the two witchers.

Calanthe sighed helplessly, but was too lazy to correct it, "Today, Roy and Geralt made a request to me—"

"Two masters, I want to take you to Nuocheng... the base of the witcher."

"Ah?" A surprised smile appeared on the corner of Ciri's mouth, and her emerald eyes sparkled, "Grandma, you finally figured it out? Are you willing to let me out of that prison... room?"

"Of course I don't want to..." Calanthe's words made her squat, "but things won't always go the way I want. I can't keep you imprisoned forever..."

The queen stroked her granddaughter's hair and stared at her innocent cheeks. "Sooner or later you will leave Sintra Castle, so why not leave today?"

"Grandma... what's the matter with you?" Two pairs of emerald eyes looked at each other, and Ciri suddenly noticed the sadness in her eyes.

"Tell me honestly, would you like to go with them?"

The little girl was frightened by the sudden surprise, and looked at East and Mossack for help.

Both old men nodded at her.

There was a hint of encouragement in his expression.

"I, can I go?" Ciri bit her lip, and suddenly remembered the last question Roy asked herself.

"As long as you want."

"Then can I come back later?"

Calanthe was silent.

"Grandma, don't scare me..." Ciri became flustered and grabbed the Queen's slender fingers, "Are you going to drive me away? You don't want me anymore?"

"You'll always be my baby, I won't drive you away, but something else will."

Ciri suddenly turned around and glanced at the two witchers, gritted her silver teeth, her eyes were red, and her thoughts went over.

On one side are grandma and grandpa.

On one side are good friends.

The scales quickly tilted towards family.

"No, I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you in Sintra!"

"Grandma doesn't want to force you."

"No, I'll stay here voluntarily!" The little girl had a hunch in her heart that if she left Calanthe this time, it would be difficult to see each other again!

He buried his head in his grandmother's arms and cried.

Calanthe hugged her tightly, her green eyes looking at the witcher, and her pride flashed away.

See, this is destiny.

Roy shook his head regretfully and rubbed his temples. Her Majesty the Queen played a good show.

"Two masters, you have also seen Ciri's choice. Fate doesn't seem to let her leave today."

Geralt looked at the tearful little girl and sighed,

"We respect her choice, and we will come back when the overall situation is decided, and then hope that the two majesties will no longer block her."

Calanthe and East nodded at the same time.

"Witcher, I make this oath in the name of Queen Sintra. If the situation is irreversible in the future, Ciri will leave with you."

"Woo, don't go, Geralt, Roy!" Ciri suddenly rushed over, grabbed the hands of the two, and begged eagerly, "I can't leave my grandmother, but you can stay with me. ah!"

"Ciri is right, you might as well stay in the palace for a few more days and play with her." After winning a round, the queen was generous. "When you leave, take the reward you deserve."

"It's okay if you come, it doesn't matter if you have two more days." Roy nodded to Geralt.

His eyes turned to Mossack.

They have been promised by the ruler of Sintra to clear the obstacles for taking away the daughter of the ancient blood in the future, and the mission of this trip is half completed.

There is one goal left.