"You don't know? You are a sorcerer!" Xiri looked surprised.

"Because I wish I could be like a normal woman."

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.

“The guests arrived.”

"We're ready!" Cili shouted.

The lobby outside was filled with guests.

The opera troupe headed by Dandelion is naturally the one who is responsible for engaging in the atmosphere and playing songs. Dandelion now has an unimaginable artistic status in this world.

Of course, while spreading his artistic thoughts, the great bard also spreads his love all over the world.

But today he doesn't need to take the initiative to sing on the stage, because he has a more important task to host this great wedding.

In the corner of the edge of the hall, the intelligence manager Digestra was drinking wine in small mouthfuls, and a local dog with an ordinary appearance was curled up at his feet.

"You still have pets?"

Dandrien suddenly poked his head out from behind. It was Digestra's habit to stay in the corner, so he was not surprised by Dandrien's sudden appearance.

"Oh, it's strange to say. When I picked it up in the alley, it happened to be entangled by a group of people in estrus, um..."

Dijestra frowned.

"Animals are not picky in time and are usually not very picky when they are in heat. But that day, they resisted their instincts and rejected all the same people around them."

"Even as they pounced on," Digestra showed a memory.

“Since then I found it unique, and like me, I had to endure many temptations for work.”

The spy chief clamped his wine glass tightly.

“Then I decided to bring it with me.”

"It's incredible that Dandelion I actually felt the long-lost tacit understanding from a dog. It's like a friend of mine. Oh my God, I can't live without it for almost a moment now."

Dijestra lowered her voice.

"I almost thought I had fallen in love with it, can you imagine it? A dog!"

The bard lowered his head and saw the familiar brilliance in the eyes of the native dog. He swallowed and decided to rot some words in his stomach forever.

It's so strange that Digestra didn't even know the identity of this native dog.

Did everyone quietly block this message like him?

"That's not sure!" The bard called out exaggeratedly.

"She may be a cursed princess, or..."

"You know, there are always similar stories, and the ending is true love to save the world, maybe you can."

Dandrien squirted irresponsibly.

"Is this a new story you made up?" Dijestra curled her lips.

"No, it was Roger, he told me." The bard said confidently.

Seeing a thoughtful expression on Digestra's face, Dandelion couldn't help but shudder.

"Ah, someone is calling me, I'm losing my companion!"

He hurriedly found an excuse to escape from Digestra.

"Damn what did I say?"

"Roger just mentioned half-jokingly, saying that he left some kind of curse on Philiba, but that's too difficult, after all, normal people..."

"Forget it, those who do intelligence work will inevitably have a little strange habit."

At this time, the music in the banquet hall suddenly became cheerful, and Roger appeared in the center of the stage, and he was a witness to the wedding.

And his appearance also attracted everyone's attention.

Then there are Yennefa and Geralt.

One side is surrounded by sorcerers, and the other side is followed by a strong witch hunter.

For the first time, Geralt did not complain about his clothes.

"I like your outfit today." Yennefa approached Geralt and whispered.

"Me too."

After suffering and breaking up and getting back together, the two finally ushered in a happy ending.

"Do you like my gift?"

Roger asked with a smile.

Yennefa nodded, "You fulfilled your promise, Roger, now I have the whole world."

"Thank you!"

Geralt said this. He was introverted, but his eyes had conveyed all his gratitude.

"Don't worry, thank me for it." Roger approached Geralt with a smile.

At this time, everyone sent their blessings.

Suddenly, a familiar red light came into view.

It's Triss.

Since the last time we parted, the sorcerer has seemed much haggard, and it was also during that time that Geralt made his own choice.

"Bless you!"

Tris and Yennefa kissed each other on the cheeks. Yennefa seemed to see Tris' haggardness, but said nothing.

All the past has passed.

Standing here is her and Geralt.

"Tris..."

Geralt's voice was low, but the sorcerer shook his head gently. Seeing this scene, Yennefa was unnatural and generous. She was slightly away and was soon surrounded by other guests.

"I'm glad you're here today." Geralt's voice was somewhat guilty.

"We are still friends, are we?"

Geralt asked with a smile.

Tris hesitated for a moment, which made Geralt's heart sank.

"No, not exactly."

Tris stepped forward and approached Geralt's ears.

"You are not only my friend, but also my child's father."

Hearing this sentence, Geralt felt as if he had been stepped on by a hundred hippos, and his head was buzzing.

"How...how is it possible?!"

He asked incoherently.

"Did you forget it? The last time we separated, on the day you made your choice, the last night we spent."

"But you...but..."

"I beg Roger to help me make up for this shortcoming." Tris smiled like a fox.

At this time, Geralt finally remembered what Roger said just now. He turned around suddenly, walked through the crowd, and saw Roger standing not far away.

"Do you like my gift? Livia's pile driver..."

Dandelion's loud voice came from the platform.

"Let's witness together..."

"This is a happy pair!"

Applause was thunderous.

But at this moment Geralt felt trembling all over.

Break up just by breaking up, what kind of heartbeat is it?

It can be predicted that the witch hunter's married life will definitely be extremely exciting.

Just like his adventures.
Chapter completed!