In the Royal Restaurant, magic lamp casts dreamy silhouettes, two men and women sit opposite each other at both ends of the dining table.

"You are going to leave Vigima?" Yada's face was buried in the shadow, and her slender fingers were tugged together.

The witch hunter stuffed a piece of stewed soft mutton into his mouth, with a little apology in his eyes, "I will set off after the school's equipment is forged, and it will be about one week."

"The priest of the God of Evil Omen..."

He apologized, "I want to continue to investigate Abigail, but the 'teachers' have a lot of opinions. As a member of the Snake Sect, I have to respect their opinions, so I'm sorry... but I think Abigail has left Vigima."

Yada was silent.

“How is the transformation of the sewer sanctuary?”

"In another month..." When talking about the Virtue Church, Yada's pretty face became more radiant and her tone became excited. "The twenty most devout believers in downtown Vigima will enter a brand new prayer room, and the preaching in the villages in the suburbs will also be carried out at the same time."

"Sooner or later the goddess will regain her glory in Vigima!"

"It is thanks to your helping hand to achieve these achievements." Yada pursed her delicate and charming red lips, looking forward to the witch hunter with hope, and making the final effort. "I really don't consider staying in Vigima to concentrate on helping me. I will find a way to give you a decent identity and allow you to get respect that matches your abilities."

"In fact, it's not just my career that needs you," Yada emphasized, "the goddess cannot do without your support."

The lady in the lake has been in seclusion and sleeping for a long time. Since the last time Black Tern Island has transformed more than ten water elves and given Roy the drop of blood essence, she seems to be seriously injured.

It may also be avoiding the malice of the three royal advisers and Fultest.

"But I'm a witch hunter first," Roy said sincerely, but his eyes firmly, "You know, witch hunters have always been in a place without a fixed place, and we won't stay in one place for a long time."

After saying that, the two fell into silence and were speechless for a long time. There was only a crisp collision of knife and fork and plate in the restaurant.

"Okay... Since you have decided, I won't force it," Yada was a little excited and forced herself to do it. "But I'm very curious, where will you be next stop after leaving Vigima?"

"The city of freedom, Novigre." Roy did not hide it at all. "There are people who are very important to me. In addition, I have an agreement in Novigre that it is related to the future development of the snake school, and I must go there."

"Novigri on the border between Redania and Termolia?" Yada reminded, "Be careful that the Church of Eternal Fire, the largest power in that place, is not very friendly to the inhuman race."

"It's not that extreme for the witch hunter," Roy pointed to this point in time. "We're not going to cause trouble."

Yada pondered for a moment, glanced at the witch hunter and said hesitantly,

"Is it the only way to get from Vigima to Novigre?"

"According to our plan, that's right. Why did you ask?"

"I have something to ask you." Yada stopped talking, "Forget it... It's not a big deal. I just thought of some family scandals."

The witch hunter did not follow her words and asked. He vaguely remembered that in history, Baroness La Varedi, Lu Yisha, gave birth to a daughter, a son and two illegitimate children for Fultest. Could it be that the princess of Termolia had noticed it?

But he never intended to interfere in the royal family and remained silent.

Yada sighed and stopped mentioning this matter, "Will you go back to Vigima in the future?"

"Of course, we are the most determined allies!" The witch hunter smiled, "Don't forget that there is an elf ruin underground waiting to be explored."

Without any accident, his return to Vigima was also after the First Northern War.

"Then, I wish you a good journey in advance, Knight Roy. I hope that on the day of goodbye, you have rebuilt the Viper Academy as you wish."

"Author to your good words, Your Highness. I also wish you to realize your ambitions in Vijima as soon as possible."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and greeted each other a cup on both sides of the rectangular table.

"I want to inform you of something, Fultest has clearly rejected your last request." Yada said, "but he will compensate you a sum of money, two thousand Oren."

"I expected it." The witch hunter regretted slightly, but this is reality. Reality cannot always develop according to personal will.

"Fultester is too old and has lost his courage." Yada said, "If it were me, I would definitely cleanse you of your stigma. Isn't it just a few notices."

Roy shook his head, it was not that simple, but he saw Yada's blazing ambition in his narrow eyes. "Then, I look forward to one day,"

Perhaps in the near future, Vigima will have its first female heir.

...

In the corridor before leaving the Forest Castle, Roy met another group of acquaintances.

Several soldiers, as well as Zelin and Yagon, who were holding crutches, looked better on the stretcher and looked better. The three White Rose Knights were talking to the royal adviser Triss Merligord.

"Good afternoon, Master Roy, you are here too!" The three of them greeted him enthusiastically, surrounded by the demon hunter, and the sorcerer followed behind. "The last time we survived was a blessing for you, and I have always wanted to thank you."

"The three of you are so serious, you have helped me a lot, so there is no need to thank you." Roy said with relief.

Although the three of them are actually much older than him, they have been taken care of by him in their previous actions.

"How is the injury on your body cured? Does it still hurt?"

Zelin bulged the well-developed biceps on his arms, "I'm fine, but Mr. Tris said he still had to rest for at least three months."

"It's a light three months to hurt my bones," the sorcerer walked over with a smile. She looked in a pretty good mood. She wore a red evening dress with lace lace, showing off her beautiful figure. "These two are fine, and the Mars Knights must be inseparable from stretchers this year."

"It's already a lucky chance to survive..." Mars sat up from the stretcher with the help of his two companions. "Master Roy..."

"Don't move... sit down well, I appreciate the thank you. Just take care of yourself next time. After all, not everyone saves you every time."

"That...master..." Yagong next to him suddenly said hesitantly, "Actually, I have an idea to ask for your consent."

"Oh, let's hear it," the witch hunter smiled, "I will charge the fee at my discretion."

Yagong choked and scratched his head, "I just want you an authorization."

"You probably don't know that in addition to being the White Rose Knight, I also work as a part-time screenwriter of the Vigima Opera House. In my spare time, I like to tinker with some innovative plays. Your brave performance last time greatly inspired me. While I was injured, I wrote your fight with ghouls, water ghosts, and bat-winged demons into a new opera."

"What?" Roy widened his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The sorcerer covered his red lips and couldn't help laughing. She hadn't heard of any fool who made the witch hunter the protagonist of the opera, and there was no market at all.

"That's right!" Yagong gritted his teeth, "I wrote an opera based on your legendary experience. As long as you agree, I will contribute to the theater, and then prepare for a while, waiting for the play to officially start."

"What's the name?"

"The Terminator of Filth - The Legend of Sewer Butcher!"

The sorcerer finally giggled.

"Sewer Butcher, who gave me the nickname?" Roy's face turned rough, and the dark gold pupils were dangerous. "Knight Yagong, your aesthetic is learned from the water ghost. This nickname is even worse than a rooster killer!"

"Master, what is the allusion of the rooster killer?" Yagong looked full of curiosity.

"Ba, bah! I just said it casually, for example." Roy explained, but the effect was not very good. The playwright Yagong whispered in a terrifying manner, "Rock Killer...Sewer Butcher..."

It seems that I want to dig out more "legendary experiences" from it.

"I warn you! Don't think about it, and I will recognize the sewer butcher."

"Did you agree?" Yagong looked happy.

"There is no place in the opera you wrote to slander the witch hunter?" Roy asked cautiously.

"How is that possible!" Yagong patted his chest and blushed, "You are our savior. Insulting the savior. Repaying vengeance is to insult the glory of Bai Qiangwei. What qualifications do I have to live!"

"Don't be excited... I don't doubt you." Roy rubbed his chin and thought, "So, are you singing praises to me in the drama?"

"Not all..." Yagon stressed, "I wrote operas that are more documentary-oriented, with emphasis on the cruelty and danger of monsters, as well as your superior skills and courage."

"Okay..." The witch hunter surrendered, and Fultest refused to clear the name of the witch hunter. Will the part-time screenwriter's approach be a little effective? He thought he could give it a try.

"You know where I live, and in these two days, let your brother send the script over, I want to read it myself."

"No problem, I'll give it tomorrow, and there's a little licensing fee, twenty oren, it's not a respect! When the show starts, you'll also come and enjoy your face and enjoy your personal popularity."

"I'm sorry, I've left Vigima by then. As for the authorization fee, it's waived."

"Are you leaving Vigima?" Tris next to him widened his eyes when he heard this, with a surprised expression, a slight regret.

Because she was ugly when she met for the first time, she never dared to contact this young and handsome witch hunter again.

But the thoughts in her heart have not changed. The witch hunter and the warlock have similar traits, such as the same miserable childhood.

But it can also bring her a sense of freshness that is unique, different from all men, ordinary people and warlocks she has come into contact with before.

Especially when he thought that he had a close relationship with the older sorcerer, Coral, and had asked for help from a sad young girl.

This sense of novelty is getting stronger and stronger.

The young sorcerer couldn't help but want to get in touch with him and learn more about him, but now it seems that there is no chance.

As of now, the relationship between the two is just a nod, and she doesn't have much to ask.

"Another week, beautiful lady..." The witch hunter smiled heartily at the sorcerer, "But I have a premonition that we will meet again sooner or later."

"I hope so... By the way, Roy has something else to ask you. If you meet Geralt or Yennefa, say hello to them for me..." Triss blinked his light blue eyes playfully.

...

"Good boy, try it, your favorite..." Oaks teased a brown horse with carrots hanging from willow branches in the stable in the courtyard.

The horse is not tall, but it is better because it is to be fit, with oily hair, black and bright eyes, and a specimen of a bat-winged demon head with green face and fangs hanging on the saddle bag beside it.

Faced with the fatal temptation, the horse was quite disdainful, and just showed a big white teeth. While sniffing, he shook his tail and squirted at Oaks' "Puchi" and sprayed saliva on his face.

"Who dragged you back from the Amel Mountains in the first place?"

"You dare to bully my horse, don't you see who its owner is?" Roy rushed over and snatched the carrot from the hooded man, and leaned over to the brown horse's mouth.

In sharp contrast to the previous situation of ignoring love, the brown horse stretched out its wet tongue and licked Roy's palm affectionately, and then obediently chewed the carrot.

It snorted happily, and a furry little guy emerged from the saddle bag. Golfin crawled onto Wilt's neck, grabbed its mane, and looked at its owner in a daze.

The witch hunter stretched out his fingers at it, and Golfin immediately jumped onto the back of his hand, then climbed along his shoulders to the hood behind his head and settled in the hood behind his head.

"Sorry, Golfin, there are no dried fish now, I'll buy it for you later."

Oaks looked around for a while and snorted disdainfully. "What an irresponsible master, why not give them to me."

Roy leaned over the brown horse's neck and whispered, and immediately turned his head and pointed his butt at Oaks.

Twisted.

"A horse dares to insult me!?"

Ox's face turned blue and white, but in the end he calmed down, "It's not worth quarrel with a beast. Has the kid been solved all the things in his hands?"

"Absolutely..." Roy stroked the horse's neck and looked at the direction of the blacksmith shop, "Just wait for Berenkaer and Resor."
Chapter completed!