The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 562 Birth

   Among the towering blue mountains covered with snow.

  The majestic and majestic Kyle Mohan Fortress, located in the middle of the snowy field, is brought to life.

  Weeds and fallen leaves accumulated in the courtyard were cleaned up.

  A large number of newly installed plum piles, pendulums, and dummies have enriched the training ground, and the old and damaged courtyard benches, gazebos, and walls have been renovated and painted, and the spires of the towers are shining in the sun.

  The third building from the left is a simple bedroom in the style of a demon hunter.

  Two female warlocks lay by the window, gazing at the vast snowy field outside the castle, whispering.

   "Lydia, it's been over a month since you moved here, how do you feel?" Coral blue eyes scanned the woman on the left.

  Slim body with brown hair neatly tied into **** behind his head.

   took off the magic mask she had worn for twenty years, revealing her true face.

  The upper half of the face exudes an elegant and intellectual temperament, the eyebrows are as pale as distant, the eyes are bright and calm like a pool surrounded by forests, a delicate nose, and thin cherry-colored lips.

  From the chin to the swan-like slender neck area, it is like a nightmare.

  It is covered with burn-like scars, scabs, and vegetation.

  Wearing a magic prosthesis in one hand.

   "Sorry, Coral..." Her voice was hoarse and harsh, and her vocal cords and voice were severely damaged. "I have served him for twenty years."

   "For such a long time, he has been my master, everything about me, the center of all my actions." The black eyes were so confused that there was a crystal mist. "I...I can't forget him."

"Well. Wigfortes is indeed a very good man, regardless of his appearance, his abilities, and his magic skills." Coral said, "but he will never fall in love with anyone, he only loves himself, and he finally rushes The cruel remarks you said have shown your attitude. He just uses you as a tool."

  "You have broken principles for him many times, done many things against your will, and carried a huge burden."

   "But you are different from them, your conscience still exists, Roy will be merciful!"

The name    makes Lydia's expression extremely complicated.

   glanced at his lifelike magic prosthesis.

  Hate and gratitude are intertwined.

  The Demon Hunter completely ended her past life.

   Pulled her out of the quagmire, but fell into the mist again.

   Coral looked at the woman deeply, and politely persuaded her,

   "He has been dead for more than two months, but he was removed from the Wizarding Society. He can no longer use your mind to spoil your feelings. It's time to let go, Lydia..."

   "Live for yourself later." Lydia's black eyes looked at Coral with some confusion, and the latter gently squeezed her shoulders.

  "Kyle Morhan is a beautiful place, where we can study the many magical mysteries left by Wigfortz."

   "There are so many children, and it won't make people lonely."

  "Now do me a favor, deal with point mutants and herbs, and use them when he comes back." Coral said.

"Um."

  ……

   beside the fragmented fortress defensive wall.

  The white-faced man standing on the wooden bracket filled the wall with a brick, and the dense square bricks below had already filled most of the wall’s defects.

  The woman wearing a thick cotton-padded coat with two sheep horns on her head handed him a water bottle intimately.

  Eskal took a sip and smiled softly at Pacia.

  The six witcher apprentices under the city wall looked at this show of affection with eyesight, and their pupils lit up with angry fire.

   "Monty, my eyes are going to stare out! Focus, speed up, did not sleep well last night, slow like a tortoise?"

  "It's not just last night. I haven't slept well for two consecutive months. Every night, I was held to death by Carl as Vicky."

   "Ahem!"

   "It's not that Kyle Morhan has everything..." Monty's cornflower-colored eyes had thick dark circles under his eyes, and his tone was full of complaints. "The result was only an empty stone house. The five of us squeezed a bed."

   "This bed has to be built by hand." Chanem added dissatisfiedly.

   "It's not fair, Escal, why let us do the coolies?" Akamtom excitedly waved the wooden trowel in the air, "We are going to participate in the winter outing with everyone!"

"That's right, we are not carpenters. Our hands should hold a sword and release the seal, not a saw." Chanem said, but he cooperated with Lloyd on the opposite side. Lazila" pulled the saw, sawing the log on the shelf so that the sawdust was flying.

  On the left, Seret and Oaks are using tools to polish a wooden bed that has already taken shape and is about two meters long.

  The focus is like a master of art who is carving his works.

  "After two months of hard work, we redecorated half of our home. Isn't this a feat worthy of pride, pride, and a sense of accomplishment?"

   When it comes to this, the twelve apprentices under the corner are angry.

  They were fooled into being free decoration workers for two months.

  Woo, all the expectations before coming here were all lost!

  "Besides, haven't you seen it so many times in the neighborhood? I have heard all the stories that should be heard, and the grave of the predecessor of the wolf faction has also been worshipped."

Eskal shook his head and smiled, carefully placing a triangular brick on a triangular gap, "The Cyclops is dead, only a skeleton is left. When the temperature drops, the grizzly bear is hibernating, and the demon bird does not come out very much. The demon was solved by Karl a long time ago."

  "At most, I can only look at the mountains and rivers, which is all boring? Why not learn some practical carpentry and mason skills from us."

"If you don't be a demon hunter in the future, you can also mix your mouthfuls and meals." Cerret took out the planer, took out a wooden file from the woodworking box at his feet, pushed it smoothly perpendicular to the wood grain, and rolled out the strips as beautiful as oil paintings The lines drawn by the master.

"But Roy didn't mean that there is still a mountain over there, hiding a family of trolls, bringing a few bottles of vodka, and you can talk to them. I didn't talk to them last time." Carl looked dizzy. The drawing of, it is difficult to figure out the clues, and a circle is outlined in the middle section of the log.

"Hey, still want to make friends with the troll?" Oakes looked around the twelve apprentices maliciously. The trolls are no better than the guards of the temple, a fist is bigger than your head, and the skin is so thick that you can't penetrate! Human cubs who love to eat fine skin and tender flesh."

   "Ah!" Suddenly, the seven pupils who had not passed the trial looked at each other and shrank their necks.

  But the five new-born demon hunters sneered at the corners of their mouths, full of fighting spirit.

   "You guys are small and have little experience. If you want to meet a troll, please memorize my paper first." Cerret said proudly.

   "If you get tired," Eskal wiped his sweat on his forehead, "Go to the energetic lord of the knight to learn from each other."

  The twelve apprentices suddenly shook their heads desperately, their faces full of disgust.

   "Why Lord Grim is still not leaving?"

  When I think of these two months, the blond men who have been harassing, challenging, and repeatedly brainwashing them with the knight’s creed turn their little faces into bitter gourds.

  They have never seen them before, they are obviously serious and righteous, but they are still so thick-skinned, as if they are fixing themselves on the moral high ground, and they love the stalkers.

  ……

  Kel Mohan behind the mountain, by the steep path on the edge of the cliff.

  Under the decaying wooden fence, you can see the green land covered with shallow snow, the swaying pine forest, and the mist-shrouded hillside in the distance.

  A wide river merges into the gorge between the two mountains, and the gurgling sound of the river can be faintly heard.

   "Ahee!"

  The blond knight sneezed suddenly and rubbed his nose.

   "Swear in the honor of a knight, someone must slander me behind my back."

  He muttered to himself and looked at the demon hunter ahead,

  "Your Excellency Cohen, is there really a legendary lady in the lake in this river? Let's fight every day for the past two months and perform exquisite swordsmanship."

   "Why is the lady in the lake never tempted and won't come out to see us?"

  The tall witcher with three-color pupils and short whiskers is climbing up a small soil **** on the edge of a cliff like a civet cat,

  The woods in the river.

  You can vaguely see more than 30 children laughing and playing, picking herbs, painting, poetry recitation, fishing, and even hide and seek.

  Splashes of bustling laughter.

  "According to Roy, your experience perfectly meets the requirements of a person of five virtues." Cohen closed his collar in the cold wind and concealed his mouth, "Just a little..."

"a little?"

"Well...As a guest, you must first suppress your inner impulse, stop pestering everyone in duels day and night, let alone harass the group of children." Cohen turned his head and said to him seriously, " They are demon hunters, not knights, and will not be easily brainwashed."

"Um..." Grim squeezed the hilt, speeded up his pace and walked to him side by side, "Swear by the honor of a knight! This is an old problem that I have grown up since I was young, and I can't change it for a while. Anyway, these two I feel that my martial skills have improved quite a bit after repeated defeats."

  If the knight does not use the ancestral Horcrux, he will have back and forth with the apprentices.

  "I desperately need a reference, such as Cassirer. Your Excellency Cohen, what is going on with him? Why hasn’t he been there for so long after going to Skelliger?"

"Maybe King Bran has chopped off the head of Knight Nilfgard..." Cohen smiled at him, "Don't be nervous, just kidding, maybe Cassirer has found a new life goal on the island and is so happy that he doesn't want to come back! "

  ……

  Little Skellig Island.

  In the courtyard of King Bran’s castle.

  Wearing a black leather apron and holding a short-haired body brush under his gloves, Cassirer cleaned the last black horse in the stable, patted the mane of its slender neck, and smiled wryly at the corners of his mouth.

  After he made the request to see Xili, Geralt decisively refused. The Demon Hunter could not forgive himself for taking Xili away.

  But when he was desperate, another witcher Roy gave him a chance.

  The performance of this man made Cassirer's memory still fresh, his eyes were sharp and there was a trace of trust, as if he had known himself a long time ago.

  With the help of Roy, Cassirer successfully arrived on the island of Little Skellige, but unfortunately, he failed to see the little princess of his dreams, and was imprisoned by King Bran on the charge of "Nifgard spy" for a week.

Later, for some unknown reason, he was released, and somehow became a servant in the castle. He was assigned a hard work as a groomer. From morning to night, he stayed on the ground without touching his feet, and fell asleep-- Feed and brush the horses of the king of the islands, and sleep in the pristine small house by the stables, which is full of livestock.

  As an elite knight of Nilfgard, taking care of the horses is a required course, for him it is easy to grasp.

  Unfortunately, on weekdays, he can't even see the housekeeper, let alone the little princess.

  Cassirer clearly felt that someone was watching him.

  But he accepted it calmly. Soon after he followed Griem on the road, he was no longer a spy of Nilfgaard, but just a sinner seeking salvation in a humble manner.

  Today is different from the past.

  The atmosphere is very different early in the morning.

  The cooks and servants in the castle look nervous and expectant.

  As if before the storm, and like a day of ice and snow, the sun is about to drill through thick clouds.

  The black horse put out his tongue playfully and licked the groom's neck.

  He touched the horse’s neck and stared at the upper part of the castle.

   "What is going on in that house, and who is there?"

  ……

  On the second floor of the castle, outside a closed gate, a circle of anxious people stood in the corridor.

  King Bran in a thick bearskin cloak, Queen Bilna with a shining rouge on her make-up, and son Sfanrigi with a delicate beard.

   Kratz Anklet and a pair of children.

  Black-haired and white-haired witcher.

And Xili, who was dressed like a little lady in a light blue princess dress-whispered in his mouth, clenched and loosened his fists, turning around in the corridors, her emerald eyes were like a forest blown by the wind. , Full of worries.

"Don't turn it, Hilly, I'm dizzy and get angry when I turn it!" Kratz Ann Klett's rough big hand grabbed his niece's pigtail, and his son Harma touched it. Touching the scar on his face, jokingly said,

   "Xiri, it's not you who gave birth, so it's useless for you to be so anxious!"

   "Huh!" The little girl snorted softly, and the slender fingers made a crisp noise, and Halma's left hand immediately covered her mouth uncontrollably.

   "Xiri, you are great, but don't use magic on your brother." Karis pleaded.

   "Huh! Grandma is so old, you didn't hear her screaming in pain just now."

   "And I finally had an aunt, they both must be safe!"

  Xiri walked over and held the big hand of the white-haired demon hunter on the other side of the corridor.

  Halma sighed in relief, her face bowed sadly, after Xili learned magic with Ye Naifa, she could heal herself with one hand, how can she beg her to be a wife in the future?

"Hiri, they are actually right." Geralt stared at the door, stroking the girl's silver hair, and said comfortingly, "Carrance has had a childbirth experience... and his physical fitness has always been good. Plus Ye's caregiver..."

At this point, White Wolf couldn't help but smile.

  He never thought that there would be such a day when the dignified sorcerer turned into a midwife to deliver a baby to a queen.

  However, she is also very old, and it is not surprising that she has some medical knowledge for women.

  The little girl tightened her lips and nodded.

"Xiri is quite calm, but that lord..." Svan Rigi turned his eyes to the left of the door. The black-haired demon hunter sat on a short stool by the corridor and looked up at the closed door from time to time. He strained his face and pricked his ears to listen to the screams inside.

   Then he covered his face and took a deep breath, stood up and paced anxiously.

   Tension is ready to come out.

  The expression is like a father who is waiting anxiously for the birth of his child outside the delivery room.

  Several Skelliger’s royal family looked at Roy with complicated expressions. They had long heard from Carrance that the witcher had concluded the law of accident with the child in his belly.

  If it weren’t for the Skelligs who believed in the goddess, they believed in destiny.

  Should this daredevil be a big deal long ago!

   "Wow—wow—"

  Suddenly a loud and crisp cry came from the delivery room.

  The crowd in the corridor immediately rushed up, surrounded by the wooden door, Xili stood in the forefront, his eyes staring like a pair of green lanterns, holding his breath.

   "tak tak..."

   Anxious footsteps.

   "Crunch—"

  The door opens.

  Before the delivery bed.

  Yenefa’s pale cone-shaped face, dressed in soft, comfortable, and clean white clothes, showed a deep shock, and her black curly hair fluttered behind her head.

   Violet eyes stared at the newborn baby in Carrance’s arms, full of surprises——

  Diffuse water vapor, and the fire of the fireplace.

  The former Queen Sintra, her face filled with maternal brilliance, looked lovingly at a small and lovely baby girl in her arms——

  Just cut off the umbilical cord, the purple skin has white sebum on it.

"Haha! My dear brothers and sisters! You have done a great job! East's blood has finally been extended!" King Bran's turbid eyes looked at the baby girl, smiling from ear to ear, his hairy hands stretched on his thick clothes. Wipe up, "Freya bless, this chubby physique weighs at least nine pounds and is worthy of being the daughter of the sea. Karis, how about giving her the nickname of Skelliger Sparrowhawk in the future?"

  Karis was smiling with freckles on her face. She was obviously fascinated by the little guy and couldn't help but nod.

  Karanther turned his head and glanced at the crowd, only nodded gratefully, so weak that he couldn't even speak.

  "This little guy has red lips and white teeth," Queen Birna giggled, and she praised her with a splendid expression, "He must be a great beauty in the future!"

"Well, aren't you talking nonsense, my aunt..." Xili's little face was wrinkled, surprised and tangled, and muttered imperceptibly, "Why is it so ugly, the skin is purple, and the skin is white. dirty stuff."

   "Ugly girl!" Ye Naifah's hen who guarded the calf immediately gave Xili a fierce look, "Even if it is a god, it is impossible to be as beautiful as a **** at birth."

   "When you left your mother's belly, it was much uglier than this little guy!"

   "Huh? Don't scare me!"

  "Don't get in the way, Hiri, let me kiss this cute little girl."

   "Kratz! How dirty your hands are, don't use your beard, it's full of drinks, salted fish, and overnight food, let you kiss, this child is sick!"

   "Skelliger's children are not so squeamish!"

   "Wow—wow—"

   "See you, you ugly monster scared the little guy to cry."

  Geralt frowned, his eyes moving between Ye and Kratz, always feeling that they were a bit too familiar.

   "Hey, let me come, I just drank strong alcohol to sterilize the poison." King Bran rubbed his big bear-like hands.

   "Wow—wow—"

   "Sorry, Majesty Bran, she doesn't seem to like you very much. Geralt, don't stare so wide, be careful to scare her!"

   "Xiri, don't poke your aunt in the face! Stay away from her and watch for chain reactions!"

   Ye Naifah’s frantic warning echoed in the delivery room.

  The atmosphere suddenly became lively and extraordinary.

   "Master Roy..." Carrance suddenly turned around and glanced at the demon hunter who was far away, expectant and somewhat scared on his face,

  "What are you doing there, Roy, I didn't hear her calling you!" Ye just looked like a Taoist protector.

   "Uh, I..." The young witcher rushed up after hearing the call, staring straight at the ugly duckling with wrinkled skin and bald head, an indescribable sense of wonder emerged spontaneously.

  Joy, and fetters.

  A secret but close connection appeared between herself and this little baby girl.

  Clearly he is less than eighteen years old.

   is connected to her by blood.

  The blood of the ancients began to cheer and resonate softly, and the Demon Hunter had a slight sense of drunkenness.

   looks in a trance.

  "Master Roy..." Karanthe raised his sweaty face, and a smile flashed across his emerald eyes, "Will you give this kid a name?"

   "What?!" Everyone in the bedroom was shocked.

  A royal lady, let a witcher name her.

  What does Carrance think?

  "Grandma, why let Roy name his aunt? Can't I come?" Hillry pouted unwillingly.

  "Brother and sister, you have to think carefully, Master Roy has been a great help for you, but..." King Bran voiced his comfort.

  Queen and the Kratz family shook their heads.

   "Everyone, this is the will of fate, and the fate that Goddess Freya will not violate!"

  Karanther whispered, she was obviously iron-hearted, and her expression firmly lifted the baby to the demon hunter.

  It is strange to say.

  The little girl stopped crying as soon as she got close to Roy, blinked her big emerald eyes, giggled, and stretched out her chubby hand!

  Emerald-like eyes shone with the color of nostalgia.

  Obviously they only met for the first time.

  The baby girl seemed to have known him a long time ago, trusting the demon hunter in front of her without reservation.

  Roy's left hand can't help passing through the newborn's back, covering her head, neck and part of her back, and his right hand passing through the other side, covering her hips and waist, carefully lifting her up.

  The flame flickers.

   Suddenly, the baby girl becomes the girl in the illusion that the witcher once saw——

   Wearing a thin veil, her face is vague, she is petite, with black hair, and her pupils are verdant green like virgin forest.

  The restless, boiling ancient blood calmed down.

  Thanks to her unconditional trust, the ancient blood in the two bodies seemed to blend in with each other.

  Roy obviously felt that he could easily mobilize the ancient blood in her body to strengthen the power of time and space.

   "She is called Eleni,"

  The meaning of beauty and luck in ancient Chinese.

  The voice fell.

  The invisible chain links the heartbeats of the two.

  The demon hunter shook his whole body, and the bond between him and the unexpected girl became deeper.

  Close your eyes, in addition to the position, you can even clearly feel the other person’s breathing, strong heartbeat, and physical health.

   "Eleni, do you like this name?" Carrance quickly hugged her little daughter, gently touching her chest with her fingers.

  "Glitter..."

   "My dear little daughter, you will be called Eleni Fiona Tursec Leanlun from now on..."

   "Chuck..." The cheerful laughter of the baby girl filled the bedroom.

  Everyone couldn't help but smile.

   "Master Roy, you have to worry too much!" Carrance smiled at the Demon Hunter, "Give her a name, and you will have to take care of her more to protect her life."

  Roy’s heart has a warm bond, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly.

  "Eleni, my unexpected daughter, my destiny, I will keep you safe forever!"

   "Swear by the name of Roy the Demon Hunter!"

  ……

  The end of the volume.

  (End of this chapter)