The doors and windows of the conference room are closed tightly.

The delicate three-layer candlestick shines soft light, illuminating a black sorcerer with a cold expression, with her arms around her chest, a little girl with a frown face and a light green floral dress,

Stacks of paper and pens with various graphic drawings were stacked on the long table in the conference room.

"Ugly girl, continue to carry out the magic test next..." Yenaef looked at Xiri, his violet eyes filled with solemn warning, "Same request, answer seriously and honestly."

"But I don't want to test it anymore!" Xiri twisted her butt on the hard stool in annoyance, and said stubbornly, "It has been testing for three consecutive days, one afternoon every day, drawing stars, moon, animals, and maze-like houses!"

"Ms. Yennefa, what does this have to do with magic? What I want to learn is to light a candle with my hands and breathe freely in the stream. When I am thirsty and hungry, I can create bread and water. Like Golfing, I spread my wings and fly anytime, anywhere, instead of sitting here to draw, are you a painter or a warlock!"

The test for three consecutive days made the little girl's back sore, and it was getting worse every day.

Yennefa's courses were completely different from what she expected, boring and dizzy.

And this lady did not allow her to be distracted at all.

How can this work? Isn’t it natural for children to get distracted?

She began to miss the days when she teased the big rooster in the yard with her classmates and trained the little black dog, and missed the ugly cheeks of Teacher Kaiyan in the classroom and the sweet classroom nap.

"I say it again, because magic has its own multiple properties, both science and art." Yennafa grabbed Xiri's slender and delicate fingers and spread them apart. "If you don't master the technique of painting a few hands, your fingers are not flexible enough, and your casting gestures are as ugly as chicken feet, and you won't let your colleagues laugh!"

"Didn't you finish the test yet? How do you know I have magical talent?" Xiri wrapped her hands around her small breasts, hummed and turned her face on the chair, her thin body facing Yennefa, and roared tenderly, "I don't want to draw these stupid animals anymore. I announce that I don't have magical talent now, and I don't want to learn magic!"

"I declare your statement invalid!" Yennefa shook his head, his tone as if telling the truth, "You are destined to embark on the road of magic!"

"No, I'm going to practice swordsmanship with Carl and Monty!"

"ah!"

The little girl suddenly let out a cry of pain, covered her red forehead with grievance, sucked her nose, and tears appeared in her emerald green eyes.

Yennefa rubbed and tapped the index finger of his little head, "You forgot how you promised me and Geralt back then? You are not afraid of hardship, not afraid of fatigue, absolutely obedience, absolutely sincere. Now it's only three days, you want to regret it? Do you want the witch hunter apprentice, alchemist apprentice, forging apprentice... The students in the classroom look down on you?"

"Where are the Sintra people's spirits that are not afraid of hardships?"

"Woooo... Grandma Yennafa, you are abuse of child labor!"

The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped a few degrees, and the sorcerer looked straight at Xiri, with a dangerous light shot out from his eyes.

"You can't just ask me!" Xiao Xili jumped down from the chair with her chin on her back. She thought of other blind spots. She was like a little adult, and looked at her stubbornly, saying seriously, "The first article of the Witch Hunter Brotherhood is equal."

"If you ask me to obey absolutely and be absolutely sincere, then you must obey too."

Yennefa sneered, "You've made a mistake. I've never been a member of the Witcher Brotherhood, but I've always treated you sincerely, ugly, girl!"

"Don't call me an ugly girl! Renee, Corriel and the others said that I am one of the most beautiful girls in the Gowen House. Well, it's no worse than the doll Vicky at all! Several boys have a crush on me and secretly look at me while I'm in the yard and having dinner!"

"That's them who pity you," the sorcerer pinched the girl's nose, and a hint of pity appeared in her violet eyes, which made Xiri feel nervous. "They are wondering - whose girl looks so ugly, her nose is too pretty like a boy, her lips are too thin, her eyes are weird green, and her eyebrows are crooked like tadpoles. Can you get married in the future? "

"This... Ms. Yennefa, to be honest, am I really ugly?" Cili put his hands on his chest, his eyes looking up at the sorcerer, his tone choked and depressed.

"Cry out if you feel uncomfortable, but don't be too sad. Maybe the ugly duckling can turn into a white swan?"

"Hmph, I don't cry, and I want to make fun of me again! Now, if you treat me sincerely, just answer my question honestly, and after answering it, I'll draw it." Cili winked and showed a little fox-like cunning, and a sentence that Roy had mentioned to him came into his mind.

“Tell me, look…”

"I heard you have a carving of a unicorn wood carving? I have ridden a griffin. Can you cast a spell to make the unicorn come alive and let me ride it?"

"No! Forget this damn unicorn for me! Don't mention it again!" The sorcerer didn't know what beautiful past happened, and his pale cheeks flushed. "Now, sit up straight, take a pen, spread the paper, and draw the obsidian stars on my neck!"

"You are not sincere, Ms. Yennefa! Why can't I ride if you and Geralt ride?"

"Bastard, how dare they tell a child this kind of thing!"

...

In the alder forest.

"Ah Yeh!" The white-haired demon hunter who was supervising the child to dig sweet potatoes rubbed his nose, and a feeling of inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.

"I'm old, Geralt... can't handle a warlock?" Lambert blinked at Geralt, "Do you want to sprint with me to the Spear Cave a few times and change the new tricks?"

"Get out!" Geralt shrank his neck and began to actively reflect on whether he had neglected and annoyed Ye?

...

"Plop—"

The waves slam the reefs.

The boat passed through the frozen water and gently hit the golden beach. The bow broke through the gravel and half of the hull fell into the soft land.

The bright sunlight embellishes a few golden spots on the figure wearing a black cloak.

After rowing for two days and two nights, Roy, who was full of blood and sweat, quickly pulled the boat closer to the nearby bushes and hid it.

Then a series of shallow footprints were left on the beach and disappeared into a row of beautiful golden willows on the shore.

Today's Udvik Island is far from ten years later, with frost giants raging and deserted, completely becoming a paradise for wild animals and monsters.

Because of its excellent location, Udwick Island is the second most popular island in the Skellij Islands. Every year, a large number of tourists come to enjoy its beautiful scenery and taste the top seafood and local delicacies.

Roy walked along the paths and street signs hidden in the green shade. During this period, he saw several coyotes chopped in half by axe, which should have been the work of the islanders.

From time to time, you can see tourists in groups of three or three on both sides of the road, looking at the style of clothing, people from Redania, Termolia, and Aden.

The number of these tourists is even much more than that of local islanders!

An hour later, Roy arrived at the marlin coast, a human settlement in the northern part of Udwick Island.

There are dozens of brick and stone flat rooms, with spacious and spacious roads along the street. Skelij vendors push wheelbarrows to sell their own special tuna pies, smoked whale meat, archipelago herbs, as well as colorful and exquisite appearance, roughly stones and souvenirs to fool people.

Roy noticed that a Skellijah man wearing a puffin feather-woven hat and exposed her breast hair was selling pickled shark meat. The strange smell of urea fermented almost made the witch hunter think that there were corrosive demons nearby.

There are also real treasures, such as ambergris and the black gold caviar of the big white sturgeon.

There are also many strange products, such as the monsters Elinnia and Hekna Jerry, which Skelliger produces. Roy's mouth twitched when he saw it. As far as he knew, these two kinds of monster meat were weakly toxic.

Can you only say that Skelijan's barbarian is incredibly resistant?

...

Roy stood in front of a thin and bronze-skinned vendor, spent ten copper coins, bought a piece of mashed shark meat that was as big as a palm, holding his breath and put it into the space, preparing to bring warmth to the children of the Gaowen family, "How do you get to the territory of the Todaloqu family?"

"Their family is in Cod Town near the mountains to the south, and you can reach the south along the street sign." The hawker's gray eyes filled the demon hunter with a large number of grey eyes, "Do you want to buy weapons?"

"right!"

"You buy another piece of smoked whale meat, and I will give you a suggestion."

Well, the kids were even more surprised.

"The blacksmiths of the Todaloqu family are very proud. They will only sell high-quality weapons and equipment to real warriors..." said the vendor proudly, "so they usually set a test for the buyer. Only those who complete the test and prove the brave warriors are eligible for them!"

"I heard that the Todaloqu family has encountered big trouble recently, and several people have died. The test is probably very difficult."

"What if I give the money?"

"Your Excellency, you can try it. Todaloqu has lived in Udvik Island for generations. The family members' love for forging is no less than that of the dwarves in the Mahakan Mountains. They devoted their entire lives to the improvement of forging technology, and money is not very meaningful to them!"

"Well, may Goddess Freya bless you... see you again."

...

Cod Town is more prosperous than the Sword Fish Cod, with all kinds of facilities available. In the spacious streets, tourists come and go.

In the middle of the town, under a granite eaves, a blower, stood a blacksmith wearing a leather apron with a bracelet showing his muscles and arms.

Use an iron clip to press a long strip of the embryo on the dark anvil with the left hand, and wave the small hammer with the right hand, and beat different parts of the embryo as the iron clip rotates.

In the clanging sound.

The fire shone with oil and sweat, shining.

He felt no pain when he splashed on his strong body, his beard was stubborn but focused and determined face.

The action of the hitting, with a wonderful rhythm and rhythm, was like a clever musician playing a song that attracted people to pay attention to his movements, and his heart beats with the hammer he fell and raised.

Chamier Todalot

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Identity: Forging Master (masters mastery of superb forging techniques that are not inferior to dwarves, and can be called a master in both the fields of armor casting and sword forging.)

...

Beside him, in addition to furnaces, iron felts, whetstones, and making tables, there are also common plows, nails, door bolts, rims, hoes, sickles, pots and pans, and other daily necessities and farm tools in other blacksmith shops.

Outside the blacksmith shop, there were five or six men dressed as mercenaries or soldiers, wearing chain mail, cotton mail, or fur armor, wearing swords, hammers and axes at their waists, or carrying a round shield and a horn helmet on their heads.

Their eyes stared at the figures waving the hammer, and their rough faces that had been through vicissitudes were full of expectations. It was the warrior's yearning for magical weapons and weapons.

"clang!"

The last hammer fell, and Chameer moved away the embryo of the long sword.

The witch hunter in a black cloak passed over the waiting men and stepped straight into the blacksmith shop.

The five mercenaries did not stop him, but instead showed a joke-looking expression on their faces.
To be continued...