Young, this is Geralt's first impression.

Even though the demon hunter has a long lifespan, most of the demon hunters who live in the world are over fifty years old. As for their appearance, they have always remained at the age of thirty to forty, and have changed very slowly.

For example, himself.

The guy on the opposite side, his vigorous eyebrows, big and bright dark golden pupils, delicate skin, slightly soft facial contours, handsome facial features, and azure temperament, all show that he is very young, and from his appearance, he is at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

Moreover, Geralt clearly understood how severe catalytic effects the special herbal reagents that the witch hunter drank during the grass trial will have on the body.

The actual age of the witch hunter in front of him... he can't even be called a young man, but a teenager.

However, Geralt noticed another detail. The witch hunter boy's auricle is different from that of normal humans, with a slightly pointed hair. His hair color is not pure black, but is mixed with hazel.

"Half-elves? No, a quarter-elves. This child has elf blood. He comes from the Cat School?" As far as Geralt knows, a large number of members of the agile and elegant cat school have elf blood, and most of them are chaotic madmen - the relationship between the witch hunters of different schools is not harmonious.

Geralt couldn't help but tighten his body, and the muscles on his arms bulged the short sleeves of the leather jacket. The tree spirit behind him felt abnormal and hesitated to point the witch hunter opposite with a bow and arrow.

...

"Praise the law of accident!"

The little butterfly did not disrupt fate!

Roy grinned and smiled heartily, and his sincere smile made the two people on the other side relax a little.

"Gerald, and this tree spirit lady, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Roy, the witch hunter of the Viper School."

He said with depression and excitement, and the boy took out the Snake Pian badge from his chest and showed it to the idol of his previous life opposite him.

"You know me, what's your purpose in entering this dangerous territory?" Geralt's body was still tense, ready to exert force, although his intuition told him that the guy opposite him had no malice.

"Old Mr. Bailang, I have heard a lot of your deeds from minstrels around the world. My teacher Resso has also introduced me to the situation of various schools and has just mentioned you."

Roy pointed to the wolf pendant between his neck.

"Actually, I have played you..." At the same time, I added a sentence in my heart, looking at the white wolf openly.

He was about 6.2 hours (1.9 meters) tall, inheriting the usual sloppy witcher--weather-faced, unkempt, wearing an old chain mail, with a white hair tied casually behind his head with a black hairband. His face looked slightly narrow and long, his nose bridge was tall, his lips were a bit thick, and there was a circle of uncleaned gray stubble around him, and his chin was extremely hard.

His eyes were deep and indifferent. Near the left pupil like a beast, a long scar crossed the eyebrow bone and appeared on the lower eyelid.

But the most eye-catching thing is his stiff facial expression, which is as rigid as a mechanical one, which is the legendary dead face.

This reminded Roy of a rumor that the grass trial accidents occurred frequently, so Resol became bald, while Geralt lost his hair pigment and his facial nerve paralysis, making it difficult to make complex expressions, and even a smile was difficult.

This honor, coupled with his cold temperament, was indeed Roy touched his nose and threw it to Geralt an apology look that made him confused - indeed, it could scare the child to cry!

Geralt of Livia

Age: 78

Gender: Male

Identity: Wolf School of Demon Hunter

life:?

Magic: 160

property:

Power: 20

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 19

Will: 6

Charm: 6

Spirit: 16

Skill:

The Magic Hunter Seal...

alchemy……

meditation……

The wolf school's long sword technique...

The witch hunter's senses...

other?

...

Roy remembers that when it comes to single-handed fights, Geralt is not the opponent of King Assassin Resor.

This is normal. What Bai Lang talks about the most is not his superb skills, but his legendary experience and his emotional history of dealing with many women.

"Character 6 is almost the same as an ordinary person."

So, what exactly made the vast number of sorcerers, ordinary women throw moths into his arms? Roy was very curious,

"Well, I have to ask him for advice on this."

...

"You have heard of me, and you are right..." Geralt said in a self-deprecating tone, "The name of the butcher of Bravecan is probably known to everyone on this continent."

"That's not your fault!" Roy was about to explain something, but suddenly the sound of "tick" footsteps came from the tall horn trees beside him.

When the footsteps stopped, a petite figure appeared in the upper left of Roy's vision.

"Little guy!"

"Roy!"

Siri, wearing a dirty jacket, jumped off the tree with a faint crying voice and jumped into the arms of the witch hunter.

The witch hunter caught her steadily, then picked her up and walked around happily.

"Are you injured?"

"No... Woo... Roy... I thought I would never see you again."

Roy wiped the sticky tears on the girl's face with a funny look.

"Don't cry... I've just cried like a little cat... Look there! The monster is dead, you're very safe now!"

Xiri turned her head and glanced at the giant centipede that had become two pieces, snorted heavily, then buried her face in the boy's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm tired, so sleepy, Roy let me rest for a while."

After consuming a lot of physical strength, and being frightened for a long time, she suddenly relaxed and the little girl fell asleep in the arms of the witch hunter.

"Wait...what is going on now!" asked Geralt, who was left aside, "Roy of the Viper School, are you holding that little bitch in your arms? Is it a little tree spirit?"

"Let's go!" At this time, the honey-colored tree spirit interrupted the witch hunter with her crappy lingering phrase, "Yugon... smell... live in groups... go quickly!"

Roy sighed and had to give up plundering the corpse of the giant centipede. He originally wanted to search for if he could find useful mutants.

...

The four of them left the open space and the horn tree together, and in order to avoid the hunting of Yugoen's group, they advanced under the leadership of the tree spirit.

The forest became even more sparse, and they passed through a small wood of sand, through the bushes, and the foggy grassland, and the temperature began to drop.

"The Viper School..."

"Call me Roy, don't be so disgusting..." The young witch hunter held the back of the girl's thigh with one hand, letting her comfortably put her head on her shoulders. The girl's body is light, soft and warm, like a large doll.

"Well, Roy. To be honest, I don't remember seeing a young witch hunter as young as you in decades. Not only Kelmohan, I heard that other academies have stopped training apprentices for some time, and there are fewer and fewer witch hunters." Geralt sighed with him,

"So, I'm really a lucky guy."

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, Geralt's eyes quietly turned to the petite girl. "This girl," Geralt looked at the little girl, with pine needles and leaves wrapped around her messy hair, but it still seemed clean, with neither the smell of smoke nor the smell of grease.

Her hands on Roy's shoulders were dirty, but small and delicate, without any scars or blemishes.

She was wearing a black, gray and white jacket, and she couldn't tell her identity in this regard, but the boots on her feet were made of calfskin, obviously not a country girl.

"She's a princess, right? You and the group of people who entered Brockleon with Fisnette were to find her."

"Do you know Fesnet?" Roy asked irresponsibly.

"Well," said the witcher without hesitation, "a few years ago, when that guy was still a baron in Ham, he was cursed by his former mistress and turned into a cormorant. I happened to pass by and help him break the curse."

"Geralt, you are really a curse nemesis. But sorry, I can't tell you about her identity." Roy kept it a secret and blinked at Geralt, "When she wakes up, you ask yourself."

"…So Roy, what are you planning next?"

"We can't do anything to do in the tree spirit, right?"

"You definitely can't leave now."

Roy glanced at the tree spirit lady who was leading the way in front of him, "Where will she take us?"

This young tree spirit has a slender figure and a very delicate face, which is very contrasting with his previous agile skills and sharp methods.

At this moment, her beautiful face with gorgeous patterns was slightly impatient and fearful. She seemed reluctant to communicate face to face with the three humans behind her.

"The center of Brockleon, the real home of the tree spirits, Dun Canal."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, everything was expected.

"By the way, what should I call this tree spirit lady?"

He had already observed that the other party was called Brian, but if he had called her name for no reason, he would be afraid that he would not be shot to death.

Geralt shook his head, his original rigid face had some subtle changes, he blinked at Roy,

"If you want to know the name of the tree spirit lady? You have to ask yourself."

"You have the elf bloodline, just communicate with her in ancient language."
Chapter completed!