early morning.

Roger was woken up by the jingling outside and Lambert's unique sarcasm.

He got up and walked to the window, and then saw a corner of the yard, wearing her ridiculous clothes, holding a sword and jumping across the boards along the board, waving his manual weapons from time to time.

"You are too slow, faster, faster, what's going on in your mind?"

"Attacking the enemy's carotid artery instead of repairing his hair, if you have time to hesitate, you have been killed by the other party a hundred times."

Xiri pursed her lips and said nothing, but her eyes were firm and terrifying.

"It's still like a little bit."

Lambert held his hands in his chest, with rare no criticism.

"Okay, you can take a break, and then we go for breakfast and prepare to start the formal training in the morning."

Hearing Lambert's words, Cialis's thin body collapsed suddenly. She gasped. It seemed that the movement just now seemed simple, but it brought a lot of pressure to her.

"Lambert, is there any way to make me faster?"

"I'm too slow, sometimes I think, but my body can't keep up."

She looked up at the man with a rebellious look on her face, "I really want to be like you and Geralt."

Lambert's lips moved and the lines on his face softened slightly, "I'm sorry, you may not be able to be like us."

Xiri looked depressed.

"Well... Lambert, can I ask you a question?"

"Tell me." Lambert's attitude today was surprisingly good.

"Who is stronger, you or Geralt...?"

"Do you know what powerful swordsmen there are in this world?"

"Gelot?" Lambert curled his lips, "He is still a little bit more capable, maybe just a little better than me." He gestured with his fingers at an almost indistinguishable height.

"That's because he's older than me..."

"As for the powerful swordsman?" Lambert sneered, "How could there be such a boring ranking?"

"Don't be fooled by those legends."

"What do you want to hear from me? Nicknames like Shadow King, Flame Sword, Thunder and Lightning?"

"But at least someone should have heard their legend and know where they are?" Xili asked.

"Where is it? I know this."

"Where?" Xiri's eyes shone.

“In the grave.”

Well……

The divine light in the girl's eyes dimmed. She cleaned up and was about to leave, but Lambert's voice suddenly came from behind.

"I don't know which powerful swordsmen are there in this world. In addition to the witch hunters, there should be some good players among ordinary people."

"But I know who the most powerful swordsman in this world is?"

Cili turned his head and looked puzzled. She always felt that what Lambert said seemed inconsistent.

"It's Roger."

"There will be no more powerful swordsmen in this world than him."

Lambert breathed.

"You will know later."

A little dim flashed in his eyes, "Okay, let's go here today and have a meal."

The girl ran back to the castle with confusion and excitement, while Lambert put away all the equipment.

These things have not been enabled for many years.

The future doesn't seem to be.

…………

"You want me to guide her?" Roger put down the spoon in his hand at the dining table.

Last night, Bolchi brought a lot of supplies to Roger, and the richness inside was far beyond everyone's imagination, which led to the richness of breakfast today even exceeding the palace.

When he heard Visemir's words, not only Roger, but Xiri also raised her head from the savages and drank, bulged her cheeks and stared at Roger blankly.

"No one is more suitable than you, at least at the swordsmanship level." Geralt intercepted.

"In fact, we agreed this way on the first day of picking her up, but we couldn't find your whereabouts."

"And now you're back."

"So, Roger..."

Roger pondered for a moment, "I might teach her more than just swordsmanship."

"Then what else can you teach him, spell?"

Lambert suddenly spoke, "We have tried it, she can't activate any seal..."

"Forget the basic magic." Roger paused for a moment and tore off a piece of bread. "I have recovered a little memory after traveling in recent times."

“Or it is knowledge.”

He looked up and glanced at everyone, "So do you want her to become a real witch hunter?"

"No, don't!"

Everyone said in unison.

"Why?!" Xiri knocked on the table suddenly, "I want to become stronger, I want to take revenge, I want to do that city..."

"Calm down!" Geralt shouted softly.

"If you only have hatred in your heart, then you can put down your sword and leave."

Geralt's eyes were scary and tears filled Cialis's eyes, and then she stood up and pushed down the chair and ran out of the hall.

"This kid is different." Weissemil sighed and said their observations.

Roger has long known about this.

Xili is covered with the blood of ancient elf, and she is also equivalent to a magic source. At the same time, this special bloodline allows her to complete plane shuttle after she grows up.

In a sense, Roger himself is also a son of special fate, but his nature is different from Cili.

"That power is very powerful, and you, Roger, although you are the number one witch hunter, you are not an expert in using spells after all."

"We can't even give her too aggressive potions, which will affect her hormones and the distribution of power in her body."

Eskal added.

However, Cohen, who had been silent at this time, suddenly noticed another problem.

"Roger, you just said the real witch hunter?" His breath suddenly became rapid.

"Can I understand that you have a way to reopen the trial and train new witch hunter apprentices!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Roger.

"Of course." Roger smiled and spread his hands.

But after a moment of excitement and silence, the room did not burst out with the imagined joy.

"It's better to discuss Xiri's affairs."

Geralt broke the silence.

"It's too difficult to become a witch hunter. I don't want Xiri to have to choose monsters and kill in his future life."

“The prejudice we face should not be borne by her.”

"Yes, yes, it's really a high-sounding reason." Lambert sneered, "When I sent me here, why didn't anyone ask me for my opinion?"

After saying that, he slapped the table heavily and turned around and left.

The room became silent again.

"Okay, I promise you to guide her swordsmanship, and of course I will also follow my methods to appropriately enhance her strength."

“About the use of energy…”

"We have sought help from others," Geralt intercepted.

"She should be on the way."

"Oh?" Roger looked curious.

"It's Triss Meligod."
Chapter completed!