The sound of the lute is melodious, but what is more tactful than this melody is the loud singing voice of the little eyes.

She crossed her legs and played the instrument in her arms, occasionally blowing mischievously on her falling blonde hair between breaths, and then gazed at a certain figure in the audience with gentle eyes.

Dandrion on the other side accompanies Little Eye without complaint.

In the past, he has always liked to laugh at the reference of small eyes in artworks, but in the face of this song, Dandrion has to admit that this is definitely a masterpiece that can be passed down for centuries.

"The whole poem has been soaked with love, this is her life, a true portrayal of her inner feelings." Dandrion thought happily, and he was so happy with his friend's happiness.

The halls of Kellmohan have never been more lively than they are today, as this desolate castle has never been visited by so many outsiders, even in the past.

But because of Roger, everything was changed.

The outside of the castle still looks dilapidated, but the interior is even more glorious than some nobles.

Viselmir and the others had all changed into new clothes, their weapons had been re-refined, and they sat down leisurely, drinking wine and listening to songs.

Occasionally come in a few rounds of Gwente.

If someone is caught cheating, they can also take out their weapons and run outside to the yard to have a good fight.

Ciri is growing fast, and she's a little taller than she was when she left Sunnid Island more than half a year ago.

The original baby fat on her face has subsided somewhat, making her face clearer.

Although he no longer has to live a life of exile, Ciri still has a neat short hair, and the tips of the hair that hang down can't block the light in the emerald eyes.

Ciri, who left Sintra, was full of fear and hatred, and even when she met Geralt, she was also full of uncertainty about the future while she gained a sense of security.

But now, all the shadows have disappeared in Ciri's eyes, and the six months of traveling the world with Roger have made the girl stronger.

Looks like a real witcher.

Not long ago, Lambert, who had drunk a little wine, came up with the idea of sparring with the girl under the guise of mentoring Heri.

But the result......

Lambert, who lost the fight, directly pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground, and even if someone mentioned it the next day, he refused to admit it in a daze.

There are some things that have never happened as long as you don't admit them.

Ciri sits next to Geralt, who treats Roger as her teacher, because there is so much incomprehensible power and mystery in that man.

However, in the face of Geralt, Ciri's feelings are a little more complicated.

Her parents died unexpectedly while going to sea, so from childhood to adulthood, at least in her father's love for Ciri, she was missing.

And she had a fateful connection with Geralt because of the accident rate, which made the girl subconsciously regard Geralt as her father.

The hall was full of joy and Geralt was smiling, but Ciri was keenly aware of the loneliness hidden in the witcher's eyes.

Most of their friends are here, but there is no Yennefer.

The two had reconciled on the island of Suned, but too many things happened and Roger almost refused Yennefer's request with a tough attitude.

The sorceress's anger was nowhere to be vented, so she naturally transferred this emotion to Geralt.

So the poor white wolf was tragic.

"Why don't you go to her?"

Ciri said suddenly.

"What?" Geralt was slightly stunned.

"You know who I'm talking about, Yennefer."

"We're so good." Geralt was still hard-mouthed.

"Then why isn't she here?" Cieri continued.

The white wolf had a headache, "What has Roger taught you in the past six months?" He found that he could no longer treat the girl in front of him as a simple child.

"Many, many ......"

"He gave me a glimpse of the vastness of the world and the responsibilities I carried."

"The power within you ......"

Ciri shook her head, "I haven't had another seizure, Roger told me it's my power, and what I'm going to do is not to fight, but to learn to control it." ”

"At least I'm doing well now."

Ciri smiled confidently.

"I'm more concerned about swordsmanship than that power, but Roger says I'm still a long way from becoming the second most powerful swordsman in the world."

Speaking of this, the girl showed a mischievous smile, "Geralt of Rivia, my next challenger, are you ready?" ”

Geralt's mood brightened with the girl's smile, and just then, an emaciated figure walked in briskly from outside the hall.

And with that comes a strong smell of herbs.

Regis was well hidden, and none of the witchers in the room noticed that he was a high vampire.

"Someone is coming, it seems to be a sorceress."

Regis whispered to Roger.

"Sorceress!"

Geralt pricked up his ears, a familiar face in his mind.

"Where is she? Take me to see it! ”

Geralt jerked to his feet, and then hurried out with Regis.

It didn't take long for them to bring back a woman.

The woman took off her hood to reveal her trademark red hair.

"Triss!"

Viselmir looked surprised, "Are you planning to spend the winter here, why didn't you notify us in advance?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Viselmir was keenly aware of the strangeness of the matter.

The sorceress's face did not have the joy of the reunion, but instead of a horror that could not be concealed, she looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Roger, who was not far away.

"You're all here!"

"Their information is accurate!"

Terrice's voice was sharp and high-pitched, disturbed, and Littleeye and Dandrion had to pause their playing.

"What's going on, speak slowly."

Viselmir reassured.

"Let's go, get out of here!"

"Stay away from Kylemohan, go somewhere else!" Triss urged.

"What nonsense are you talking about? A snowstorm is coming, where else can we go? ”

Lambert retorted that he was about to say something more, but was jerked back by Vizmir.

"Shut up, Lambert! Let Triss continue! ”

"War, a war against you!"

Triss took a deep breath.

"The massacre of the year will be staged again, and this time, the two forces will put aside their prejudices and come together."

"Yennefer told me that Wigofertz and they are going to kill everyone in Kylemohan, and he wants to make the witchers a thing of the past!"

"Slaughter!"

Viselmir's body shook slightly, and even after many years, that scene became his eternal nightmare.

"Why?"

"There aren't a few witchers left, and we've been neutral......"

Hearing this, Ciri's face tightened, and she thought of herself.

"Don't worry about it, get out of here first, everything has been planned, this time it is not only the Warlock Group that will encircle and suppress Kyl Mohan, but also many notorious mercenaries."

"Those guys are outnumbered and armed to the teeth, and their equipment is clearly from the army!"

"They may launch an encirclement and suppression at any time, and it will be too late!"

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