"Drink this bowl of soup and follow my instructions and start training."

In the room, Roger handed over the wooden bowl in his hand.

Ciri drank it all in one gulp, then picked up her weapon and began training.

She thought that the whole process would be extremely easy, but when it came to execution, she found that it was difficult, and it took a lot of effort for Ciri to complete her first training, and then she realized that she was already sweating and using up all her physical strength.

"Drink this, take a break, and move on."

Roger fiddled with the jars in front of him, and then handed the flask to Ciri.

"I heard them say, do you think I can beat Lambert next spring?" Taking advantage of the break, Ciri asked the question in his heart.

"Is it deliberately motivating me? Or is it just trying to make Lambert unhappy? ”

"Nothing."

"But I listen to Cohen......"

"I mean, it won't be that long, and if all goes well, by next spring, you can hit Lambert all over the place."

"How is this possible?!" Ciri's eyes widened.

"Didn't you say I couldn't be a witcher?"

"A witcher is a witcher, strong is powerful, those are two different things."

Roger looked up.

"They have no problem training, and they build up their physique, improve their physical fitness, and develop muscle memory through repetitive, hard training."

"The goal is to make the body as accurate as a machine."

"Machines?" Ciri looked confused.

Roger didn't explain, but continued.

"But I have an easier way to get around this stage and get your body strong and do it like an arm."

"For the rest, you just need to increase your experience and hone your state of mind."

"And then it just worked."

"It's that simple?" Although he didn't know how to do it, Ciri also felt that what Roger said seemed as easy as eating and drinking.

"Time will tell, get up, little one, and let's move on."

Leaving aside the doubts in her heart, Ciri's body writhed again.

"Make your movements full of spirituality, don't be bound, you have to jump out, so that you can appreciate the truly powerful swordsmanship."

"Exactly ...... said," said Lambert.

"Forget about it all and you'll understand later." Roger's voice seemed to have a strange magical power, allowing Ciri to quickly empty himself of the action in front of him.

This is how Ciri begins her formal studies, and she soon discovers that Roger is completely different from the other witchers.

There was no reprimand and no yelling.

The learning process is even enjoyable, and in addition to the normal training, Roger will talk to her a lot of things, consciously or unconsciously.

Most of them she couldn't understand and could only rely on her memory......

Speaking of memory, I don't know why, her recent memory is so good that it even makes her panic herself.

And all of this change started with Roger.

I don't know why, Ciri always feels that something has changed in herself, but she can't say the specifics.

If asked about Roger, she could only get a smile of encouragement.

"Transformation takes a little time, a little patience."

One morning, when Ciri came to Roger's room again, her steps were a little vain, but she still managed to pick herself up.

"Let's get started."

"What's wrong, I didn't get a good night's rest last night?"

After dark, Ciri still has to learn some survival skills from the others that witchers need to master, which may have been a problem before, but since her memory has improved, it should be a breeze.

"Nothing, I can." Cheeks flushed slightly, Ciri explained.

"Come here, I'll check it out for you."

Roger frowned and called Ciri to his side, pressing his fingers to her forehead, and after a moment he couldn't help but laugh.

"Roger......

Ciri's fair face was covered with red.

"I ...... I don't know what's going on, can you help me stop ......"

"I didn't feel any pain, but the blood was ......"

She looked shy.

Roger sighed, calculating his age, it seemed that it would take a while for this to happen.

But Heri has taken a lot of medicines, and her physical growth is faster than that of a normal girl, plus she has been well nourished recently.

So......

"I can do a lot of things, but this is not the only one."

He was also helpless, and he didn't even know how to explain to the girl in front of him.

Fortunately, he found out in time, otherwise in order not to affect the training, she might have come up with some moths.

At this moment, Roger desperately hoped that the sorceress in Geralt's mouth could arrive as soon as possible.

There are some things that only women understand about women.

Thankfully, the next afternoon, just before evening, the red-haired sorceress arrived in Kellmohan.

Triss.

It was a completely different kind of beauty from Yennefa, and she was wearing a thick winter coat that covered Miaoman's figure.

It doesn't seem to see anyone in his eyes, and he is glued to a person almost all the time.

Geralt.

This guy is really lucky.

At this stage, the relationship between the three is very delicate, Yennefer and Triss are old friends who have known each other for many years, and the importance of Yennefer in Triss's heart is even higher than Geralt.

And the relationship between her and Geralt comes from a magical seduction, which is more like a greedy little girl who eats a few more pieces of candy while her parents are away.

Unfortunately, the sweets are delicious enough for the girl, and the psychological stimulation of Triss and Geralt is even more than the flesh.

Originally, Yennefer was the best target for help, but now that she and Geralt were in a new cold war, they had no choice but to call Triss.

Roger doesn't have any hope that Triss can solve Ciri's problems, as Ciri doesn't have problems at all.

That's just a power they don't understand.

All Heary has to do is take control of it.

As for the so-called hidden dangers, Roger has already dealt with them properly, but even if he tells the truth, others will not believe it.

After all, at the root of the word, the warlock is the one who is the best at it.

But Roger gave Triss a warm welcome.

Finally someone can solve his problem, at least be able to talk about the physiology of women and that particular cycle in conjunction with himself and his female students.

At dinner, Triss stripped off her bloated winter dress and put on a delicate long dress, her red hair was draped over her shoulders, and Ciri, who was a woman, looked straight at her.

Triss's eyes barely took off Geralt during the whole process, and it seemed that something was destined for the two of them tonight.

But Roger's heart moved, and an idea suddenly popped up.

"Triss, you should have noticed that Kylemohan has undergone some recuperation."

"Yes, indeed." Triss smiled and nodded, looking away from Geralt.

"Listen to Geralt, it's all your work." As she said this, her attention returned to the white wolf.

"I'm just trying to make everyone a little more comfortable."

Roger smiled.

"But as you can see, not every room has been renovated......"

"So at the moment we don't have enough rooms."

Hearing this, Triss finally realized something, and her face changed slightly.

"So......" she was already vaguely aware of something.

"So I'm afraid I need to wronged you tonight."

Roger smiled, amiable.

"Until we're cleaned up, you'll share a room with Ciri for the time being."

Triss: ............

Geralt: ............