The torch illuminated the narrow spiral corridor, and a male servant in red with a ponytail and a white-faced face led the witcher up the hovering stairs.

"Wait, where did you take me? It's time to meet the queen."

Hassok turned around and stared at the witch hunter with a quiet look, "No... your messy hair and this ragged outfit are really not suitable for appearing in front of the noble queen and princess, so I have to take you to dress first."

As he said that, he moved his nose close to the witch hunter, and then suffocated the air in front of him with a slight disgust.

"I am so sorry, the smell on you is not very pleasant."

"How is it possible? I take a bath every day!" Unless it is in the wilderness where there is no village in front and no shop behind, Roy's attention to cleaning and hygiene is far more important than most demon hunters.

Compared to the rough guys like Resor and Oaks, he can be called a cleanliness obsessed with it.

However, he smelled his left and right shoulders, "That... I was sweating all over my training this morning, but I hadn't had time to clean it up yet... Can you understand... The witch hunter licked blood on the knife and had to maintain a good physical condition through training..."

"There is no need to explain, come with me."

After the servant turned around, he spoke a few words in his mouth, "But, your masculine taste is really strong."

"Uh--" The body of the witch hunter, who had superb hearing, was instantly stiff.

...

Roy was soaked in a foam bathtub, his neck leaning against the slippery basin, and the pungent smell of soap lingers in his nose.

Amid the crisp "crack" sound, a pair of black and hard scissors were surfing back and forth in his hair.

“Your hair is of great quality!”

The barber's flexible fingers gently stroked the black hair of the witch hunter, and the expression on his face looked like an artist who was creating.

"With your face shape, how about your hair just needs a little touch and then tie a ponytail?"

"It's up to you, don't leave it for me too long." Roy sat nervously in the bathtub. His hair fell out after the grass trial at the Meritelli Temple last time.

Then in just a few months, perhaps due to hormone stimulation, it grew over the neck again, just enough to tie a chic ponytail.

For this reason, Resor also responded to mocking.

"The witch hunter has long hair? It is both hot and uncomfortable, and it is easy to grow lice."

"How can a bald person feel the happiness of a hairy person?"

Roy responded like this at that time, and then Reso looked cold and ignored him all day long.

"alright……"

The barber put away the scissors and used a piece of linen covered with angelica tincture to dry the witch hunter's face and back neck.

Roy stood up from the bathtub, took the towel from the servant's hand and wrapped it below his waist, then walked out of the bathtub, leaving wet footprints on the brick and stone floor.

After he wiped his body clean and rested for a while, the Hassok came over and looked him up and down, and nodded and praised, "You look much handsome now." He reached out and pointed, "The shirts, underwear, trousers and tunics, and boots are all ready."

"So complicated?" Roy frowned, "but I want to wear my own clothes... I'll tell me honestly if this tunic is worn by a woman?"

"Please don't make me embarrassed..." Hasok said expressionlessly.

The witch hunter struggled for a long time and slowly put on his clothes. The rough fabric and tight style made him feel like he was wearing a heavy shackle.

"What should I do? I can't even kill a water ghost now!"

"Be careful of your words, don't be rude in front of the princess and the queen's house later." Hassok said, handing him a delicate and small glass bottle.

"What's this?"

"perfume."

"Enough! Take it away and stay away from me!"

Finally Hasok surrendered, and the witch hunter did not spray perfume.

"Now, I will teach you the basic etiquette of Sintra King's Court. I will demonstrate it to you and do it with me again."

"No need." Roy said in a muffled voice, and he had taught him these noble etiquettes at Carbon Mountain Reso.

...

After a long and unbearable preparation, the witch hunter was taken into a bright and luxurious room. On the first bench in the room, there was a majestic woman with a crown on her head and a golden vest.

Next to the woman, there was a little girl with a white gauze skirt, red leather boots, stockings, and a hairpin. She stared at the witch hunter without blinking, her eyes shining brightly.

After a brief polite greeting, both sides fell into silence.

The witch hunter's eyes were deep, and he looked at the little girl in a hidden way.

"Sure enough, this little guy is her..."

Cili

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Identity: Princess Sintra, heir to the throne of Sintra

Life: 50

Magic: 150

property:

Strength: 3

Agility: 4

Physical constitution: 5

Perception: 4

Will: 4

Charm: 6

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Ancient Blood (passive solidification): The oldest blood of the Ain El tribe. Those who inherit this blood will master all kinds of incredible powers, but they are currently in the early stage of awakening, and all abilities are uncontrollable—

Son of Time and Space: The ancient blood inheritor can instantly cross the distant space and enter thousands of planes as he wishes... Occasionally, he can capture some future fragments through the long river of time and space, and make predictions like a hysterical outbreak.

At this stage, it can only be inspired at the critical moment of life and death.

Lucky: The innate mysterious intuition not only allows her to avoid a fatal blow in battle, but also intuitively choose the best option to avoid misfortune when facing major choices.

Source Warlock: The ancient blood inheritor has the potential of magic that is unprecedented as soon as she is born, but before she is systematically trained and uses spells, she will repel magic instead - only when she encounters a critical situation, the ability to control magic will suddenly be triggered.

...

"Hiss...is this what Wild Hunting is trying to do?"

Originated from the ancient blood of Karanss' ancestor, the elf sage Laura Doron.

Roy took a breath and tried his best to keep his expression calm. All the unpredictable powers were like four words written on Cili's face - "The Protagonist of Destiny".

So, can you take this ride?

Dark golden eyes continued to turn on the older woman.

But Queen Karanss had no spiritual fluctuations, just like an ordinary mortal, but the ancient blood in the young Xiri's body was more conspicuous.

Through observation, Roy could sense the looming magic fluctuations in Cialis, but now most of her potential has not been stimulated. She is in her early stages and cannot control her ability to predict and travel through time and space.

If the ancient blood is inherited from generation to generation, Paveta also has some unpredictable abilities.

"Roy, son of Lower Aden, Resor of Guleta, do you know why I called you into the palace?"

At this time, the queen's indifferent voice interrupted Roy's reverie.

"His Royal Highness, did you ask me to teach the princess's swordsmanship?"

The queen shook her head and solemnly reminded, "Xiri is still young, and practicing swordsmanship now will only hurt her tender body."

"I'm not that delicate!" The princess next to her slapped her mouth and wide-rounded green eyes.

Karanser ignored Xiri, looked slightly slanted, and said to the witch hunter condescendingly, "I don't know where you aroused Xiri's interest. Originally, I could not have let you, a witch hunter with a low identity, enter the palace. But now I see that your words, actions and appearance are not as unsightly as before."

"You have not done anything bad or been infected with the vulgar habits of ordinary witch hunters during this period. So I allow you to stay in the palace and take care of Siri with other servants. Play with her and make her happy."

"I will give you a generous reward after Cirie leaves Sintra."

"Ah?!" The witch hunter looked surprised. The queen wanted a witch hunter to be a nanny? "Do you have any misunderstandings about the witch hunter? Our arms are good at dancing swords, but..."

"Don't want to?"

The queen interrupted his rebuttal without hesitation.

What is this attitude? If you ask for help, you will look like you give alms? You discriminate against the witch hunter? Are you biased against the witch hunter?!

Roy said calmly, respectfully

"No, it is my great honor to be with Princess Xiri-"

He lowered his head obediently, but his mind was having a bad idea, "Carance discriminated against me, so I will teach her granddaughter, well, it's fair. Besides, I don't have to worry about an old woman who can't live for a few years."

The witch hunter looked at the doll-like little girl, and the little girl smiled innocently.

Karanser nodded, obviously very satisfied with the witch hunter who knows the current affairs. "I have another question. Do you recognize a white-haired witch hunter named Geralt?"

Roy shook his head and said nonsense, "Actually, I just turned ten... six years old, and there are not many witch hunters I know."

What a joke, he doesn't want to be implicated.

Carranser was slightly regretful. If Geralt hadn't intervened, her good daughter Paveta would not have married Donnie, and naturally she would not have fallen to the point where she is now dead without a complete body.

She hated Bai Lang, but unfortunately this guy was elusive and could not be found at all.

"Okay, the little girl can't wait..." Karanser touched Ciri's rat-gray hair lovingly, "This time you have to be obedient and stop making trouble for me!"

The little girl's face turned red with excitement, and she suddenly took out a white handkerchief from her arms and threw it to the witch hunter.

"Come on! Dragon Slayer! I can't wait to listen to your adventure story!"
Chapter completed!