"What the hell are you...... Person? ”

Sitting across from Roger, Yennefer had a complicated expression.

"Last time, you should have asked me to take Ciri away, if that way there would be no later conflict, and you wouldn't expose your identity power and cause Wigofffuz to be jealous."

"You should have killed him!"

Yennefer said.

Roger didn't say anything about the sorceress's claims, just filled the glasses of both sides.

"Who are you going to take away this time?"

Ye Naifa was shocked, "What do you know?" ”

Roger smiled and shook his head.

"Is it Geralt?"

"Then you can leave ...... now"

After a pause, he seemed to understand something, "It seems that this is not your idea, so what do you want from me other than Geralt?" ”

Yennefer felt extremely frightened, she didn't seem to have any secrets in front of this man.

"You should have guessed it, that thing, the means of imprisoning magic."

"It's really greedy." Roger sighed.

"As long as you use cheats and treasures as gimmicks in martial arts, you will definitely make the whole rivers and lakes bloody, and this method is really tried and tested."

"What?"

Yennefer was confused, but Roger smiled and waved his hand.

"It seems that Filipa has been prepared for a long time, even if you really master such a method, I am afraid there is no way to threaten her."

"I think you should have thought about the consequences of doing that, at least Geralt will never forgive you."

"I just want him to live."

Yennefer's voice was heavy.

"Look......" Roger spread his hands.

"You've always been like that, I've said it, and you've said something full of me thinking, I think, even questions like life and death, shouldn't you think more about Geralt's feelings?"

Yennefer and Geralt have a love-hate relationship, and a large part of the conflict is because of Yennefer's strength and ego.

In contrast, Triss is much gentler, she is willing to listen to Geralt's thoughts, and is almost always willing to cooperate with Geralt to make some adjustments.

In Roger's opinion, Triss is a better fit for Geralt than Yennefer.

But there is no way, who let Geralt and Yennefer know each other longer and bond deeper.

This reminds him of the future events in "The Game", where Geralt barely survived the riots of the Livia Massacre, but lost his memory as a result.

During that journey, he reacquainted himself with and got to know Triss, so even if he finally regained his memory and faced the two women again, Geralt didn't know what choice to make.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with choosing either one.

But if you want both......

Wash and sleep alone, after all, there is everything in the dream.

"He can't die here, at least not because you're mad!" The sorceress's chest heaved, and she was full of resentment towards the man in front of her.

"I'm no match for you, and I can't hurt anyone here." Suddenly, Yennefa's attitude softened.

"So I beg you, give me that thing in exchange for a glimmer of life for Geralt."

It's hard to imagine that Yennefer, who had always been as high as a queen, would say such a thing.

Roger was silent for a moment.

"If I told you that there is no such thing as a forbidden demon, everything is a misunderstanding."

"That can't be!"

"Everyone has seen everything that is happening over Kellmohan, and you really don't want to?"

The brilliance in Ye Naifa's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Okay, I got it!"

She jerked to her feet.

"I'm going to take Geralt away, I'm not going to let him die here." Ye Naifa already had a plan in his heart.

With that, she strode to the door.

The door was slammed open, but Yennefer froze in place.

"Ciri."

"Stay, join us."

"I'm sorry, I wanted to take you with me as ......"

The sorceress had mixed feelings.

"Stay, or, you should let Geralt make his own choice."

Yennefer's face turned pale.

At this time, Triss also appeared from the hallway.

"You should change it once." She looked at Yennefer.

Triss...... Stay, all of us will die. ”

"So what?" Terri shrugged unconcernedly.

"To be honest, I really regret it, I should have stayed just now, and if I had done that, I would have won now."

Breathing grew rapid, and it was clear that Yennefer was engaged in a fierce battle of thoughts, and after a long silence, she exhaled as if she had collapsed, and then turned her head sharply to look at Roger who was sitting in the room.

"Remember what you promised Geralt?"

"You said you could help me fix that permanent flaw."

Roger nodded.

"Is your promise still valid?"

"Of course!"

"Good! I'm waiting for the day you cash in! ”

Hearing this, both Ciri and Triss smiled with relief.

The night was extraordinarily long, the blizzard came quickly, but it ended quickly, before dawn, the wind and snow stopped, leaving only a patch of white.

Nothing happened that night, but everyone knew that the greatest crisis would come at dawn.

"Prepare for battle, they're coming!"

Viselmir looked up and plunged his greased sword into its scabbard, as did the several witchers beside him.

The breath of the crowd was long, and their eyes were calm, just like before the start of every hunt.

"Wait for me!"

A voice came.

It was Geralt, and beside him was Yennefer, who had a calm face.

No one knows exactly what is going on in the room, maybe it's an affectionate confession, maybe it's a brief lingering, or maybe it's an unreserved confession.

In short, Geralt and Yennefer's intertwined eyes seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.

"It's a pity......"

"Although Yennefer is indeed good, I still hope that you can choose Triss, do you want to think of a way to help him?"

Roger muttered quietly.

He doesn't feel any emotional burden, it's more like a difficult decision to make while beating the game.

"Actually, I can do it alone."

Roger said to Viselmir and the others.

After waiting so long, he didn't want a simple victory.

Many years ago, mobs stormed Kelmohan and caused a horrific massacre there.

Countless corpses piled up in the valley, and as the years passed, the corpses became the only witnesses of the massacre.

And this time, when Kylemohan was about to break out in a second round of slaughter, Roger waited patiently.

He wants to use this as a starting point to start a new era.

It's like the rising sun outside the castle.

"This is Kyle Mohan."

Viselmir's expression was solemn.

Behind him, Geralt and the others said in unison.

"We're witchers!"

Stealing incense