The quiet late night.

Surrounded by a wooden fence, the quiet house is no different from the classic rural architecture. There are barns, sheds, chicken coops, a garden and a fertilizer pile.

There is also a charcoal kiln.

The woman comforted the black dog in the yard, sneaked into the side room, carried a light sack, and then knelt down at the main house with a chimney, muttered a few words in her mouth, confessed, begged for forgiveness, and expressed her determination...

She stood up suddenly, quickly tied the ponytail under her hat into a bunch, pursed her thin lips into a line, and a trace of perseverance flashed across her pretty face.

She clenched her fists, controlled her hands, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go, master..."

Roy glanced at her, "Igsena, don't you hate the old man at home? You'd even say goodbye to him and confess."

"Although the old guy often beats me and scolds me, it's my father after all, and he raises me to grow up," Igsena said in a low voice, his eyes flushed slightly. "After a few years, he will recognize the reality and get rid of his anger. I might take Cohen back to see him...well, give him a care!"

Are women so verbal?

Roy shook his head and walked side by side into the night with her, heading towards the beach, heading towards the dark silhouette of the Dragon Mountains.

...

The girl in the countryside is not as delicate as the lady in the city.

The two walked from late night to noon the next day, and dawn came out of the horizon and rose to the center of the sky. Water vapor filled the body, and the cold wind blowing from the sea slapped his cheeks like tiny hail, causing pain.

She didn't say a word, and didn't even stop to take a rest.

At noon, the two arrived at the foot of Julong Mountain, near the ocean.

The huge and hazy mountain range is like a giant dragon lying on the top of the northern border. Its location on the western coast is probably just a scale on its head, cracking a corner outward.

Roy stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up and looking up.

The snow on the mountainside reflects light golden light under the sun, and a narrow stone road winds up along the snow slope.

The mountains at higher places are hidden among the clouds and mists, and appear and disappear from time to time.

Roy took out the map and looked at it, wondering if he wanted to ride Golfen and circle to investigate.

Igsena walked to the stone roadside, looked under a snow-covered pine tree, her face was joyful, and she waved her sacks in excitement and turned around in place.

"Master Roy, we are here at the right time! Cohen left a mark, which means he is still in the castle!"

"Well, this is the will of fate, let's go..."

The two quickly walked up the stone road. The snow on both sides of the clamping road was like spreading white silk, and was dotted with small animals from time to time. The rows of small footprints left behind were like embroidery on silk, which was very interesting.

But after less than ten minutes of enjoying the road, the witch hunter suddenly stopped and took off his sunglasses.

On a 100-meter-high smooth ski slope.

A figure emerged from the clouds and quickly approached the two people below.

But his way down the mountain was unpredictable, he slid down on a pair of sleds.

Two snowballs lightly tapped the ground from time to time to keep his body balanced, or turned quickly, and gently walked around the broken branches, gravels on the slope, and jumped over huge obstacles.

Make a series of graceful rotational movements.

Leave a row of straight-stripping scratches on the snow surface.

His figure was smooth and free, with a fluttering smell, like a dolphin with its dorsal fin exposed to the sea and swimming at high speed.

"Swish"

The skier suddenly turned less than ten meters in front of the two men, pointing to the wooden sled under the slope and suddenly hit a horizontal cross.

Thick snowflakes under the sled were shoveled into the air and splashed in all directions.

The man took off the sled and the snow pole clamped together under the armpit on the left, and walked towards the two.

Igsena was excited to meet him, and her whole body hung on him like a sloth.

The man hugged her and walked around the place.

The slender calves were like the hem of a skirt flying in the wind, and they mischievously drew a circle against the ground.

The man took off his black mask and showed a pale complexion, tough facial features and a pretty handsome face.

He had thick black hair, short black beards on his chin, and a piece of acne scar left by smallpox after healing was dotted with thick black hair and under his cheeks and lips. However, these scars did not make him too bad and unsightly, but added a rough and masculine to some extent.

He was tall, strong, and had a steady temperament. Two blue sword hilts appeared behind his shoulders.

Her face was filled with a bright smile as dazzling as the sun after reunited with her lover.

Roy's eyes became deep.

Cohen

Age: 48

Gender: Male

Identity: Griffin School Demon Hunter

Life: 160

Magic: 200

property:

Strength: 17

Agility: 16

Physical constitution: 16

Perception: 12

Will: 7

Charm: 6

Spirit: 20

Skill:

Witchhunter's Seal lv8: Quinn, Yaksch, Yaden, Igni, Alder, Heriotlop.

Colump: consumes a small amount of magic power to break magical illusions, or creates an illusion of oneself near the body to confuse the enemy.

Griffon School Secret Technique lv3: This stage only includes double magic seals, two hands collaboratively outlines the talisman, which is far more powerful than single magic seals, and its magic power consumption is higher.

Alchemy lv8, meditation lv6, griffin school long sword sword lv7, witch hunter sense lv8

other?

...

Roy's pupils behind his sunglasses were shining brightly.

This was the first time he saw a demon hunter who had reached the second level of spiritual attributes, and his meditation skills were no less than older fraternity members.

"The Griffon School is definitely unique in spells."

Of course, what he cared about the most was the seventh seal that Cohen mastered... and the secret technique of the Griffon School.

He had a strong premonition that this visit would definitely be able to return with a full load.

"Igsena, why did you come to the mountains?" Coen was surprised to hold the woman's hand in his arms, "Didn't we make an appointment to see you next week? Your father has hit you?"

The woman pursed her lips hesitantly.

"Who is this friend?"

Coen's intertwined pupils of white, yellow and green look a little weird, but his eyes are clear and friendly, which makes people feel inexplicably favored.

"Your Excellency is Cohen, the Griffin witcher? My name is Roy," the young man waved his right hand at him. "The Snake Sect Witcher, who is also a member of the Brotherhood of the Witcher, comes from Novigri... to explore the teleportation of the Griffin sacred land, Kyle Siren, just to promote communication between schools."

"Snake Sect, Brotherhood of the Witcher?" Cohen held the woman's hand, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and turned his eyes to the pendant between Roy's neck, "Forgive me of being ignorant, I have never seen the Snake Sect Witcher."

"That's normal. The Snake Sect's base camp was originally in the Nifgad Empire in the south," Roy said frankly. "It has only moved to the north in the past year."

Cohen nodded and asked,

"What is the organization of the Witcher Brotherhood? It sounds like... there are similarities with the Warlock Brothers?"

"This question is a long story..." Roy's eyes crossed his shoulders, "What do you think? Let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly."

"I promise, there is no malice."

"Dear, Master Roy saved my life...so I'll bring him here." Igsena said with a helping voice, her voice and expression were extremely gentle, and she completely lost the harshness of confronting the two villagers.

She told her previous experiences.

Cohen's face first sank, his pupils ignited, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He expressed sincerely gratefully,

"His Excellency Roy, thank you for everything you did for Igsena! It would be a disaster without you intervening!"

"I owe you a favor!"

He stretched out his hand toward the witch hunter.

Roy held him hard and smiled heartily.

"To be honest, no one who has a sense of justice will sit idly by."

"Since I met her, I'll help her... You don't have to care."

Cohen's pupils shrank slightly, he couldn't help but nod, and a hint of recognition appeared on his face.
To be continued...