Early morning.

Roger was woken up by the jingle outside and Lambert's characteristic snarky yelling.

He got up and walked to the window, and then he saw a corner of the courtyard, where Ciri was dressed in her ridiculous clothes, and was jumping around several dummies with a sword, swinging her hand weapons from time to time.

"You're too slow, faster, faster, what's going on in your head?"

"Attack the enemy's carotid artery instead of fixing his hair, and if you have time to hesitate, you will have been killed a hundred times by the opponent."

Ciri pursed her lips and didn't say a word, but her eyes were determined and terrifying.

"It's still a little bit like that."

Lambert clasped his hands on his chest, a rare absence of criticism.

"Okay, you can rest for a while, and then we'll go to breakfast and get ready for the morning training."

Hearing Lambert's words, Ciri's thin body collapsed at once, and she gasped for breath, it seemed that the action just now seemed simple, but it brought her a lot of pressure.

"Lambert, is there anything I can do to make me faster?"

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

She looked up at the man with a scowl on his face, "I want to be like you and Geralt. ”

Lambert's lips moved and the lines on his face softened slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you can't be like us." ”

Ciri looked dejected.

"Hmm...... Lambert, may I ask you a question? ”

"Say it." Lambert's attitude today was surprisingly good.

"You and Geralt...... Which of you is stronger? ”

"Do you know of any other powerful swordsmen in this world?"

"Geralt?" Lambert pouted, "He's still a little bit of a real skill, maybe only a little better than me." He gestured with his finger to a height that was almost indistinguishable.

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

"As for the mighty swordsman?" Lambert sneered, "How can there be such a boring ranking? ”

"Don't let the legends fool your mind."

"What do you want to hear from me? Nicknames like the King of Shadows, Flaming Sword, Thunder Lightning, etc.? ”

"But at least someone should have heard their legends and knew where they were?" Ciri asked.

"Where? I know that. ”

"Where?" Ciri's eyes lit up.

"In the grave."

Belch......

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

"I don't know what other powerful swordsmen are in this world, but there should be some good hands among ordinary people besides demon hunters."

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

Ciri turned her head in confusion, she always felt that what Lambert said seemed to be inconsistent.

"It's Roger."

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

Lambert let out a sigh.

"You'll find out later."

A little dimness flashed in his eyes, "Okay, let's stop here today, go eat." ”

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

These things haven't been used in years.

In the future, it seems that it will not.

…………

"You want me to mentor her?" At the table, Roger put down the spoon in his hand.

Borch had brought a lot of supplies to Roger last night, and the richness of them was far beyond everyone's imagination, which led to a sumptuous breakfast that even surpassed that of the royal palace today.

And hearing Viselmere's words, not only Roger, but Ciri also raised his head from eating and drinking, puffed out his cheeks, and looked at Roger in a daze.

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

"Actually, we all agreed on the first day we picked her up, but we haven't been able to find your whereabouts."

"And now you're back."

"So, Roger......"

Roger groaned, "I may teach her more than just swordsmanship. ”

"And what else can you teach him, spells?"

Lambert suddenly spoke, "We've tried, she can't activate any of the magic seals......"

"Forget the basics." Roger paused and tore off a piece of bread, "I've recovered a little bit of my memory from my recent travels. ”

"Or rather, knowledge."

He looked up at the crowd, "So do you want her to be a real witcher?" ”

"No, never!"

Everyone said in unison.

"Why?!" Ciri slammed the table, "I'm going to get stronger, I'm going to get revenge, I'm going to ...... for that city"

"Calm down!" Geralt let out a low sigh.

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

Geralt's eyes were cold and scary, and Ciri's eyes filled with tears, and then she slammed to her feet, pushed down her chair, and ran out of the hall.

"This kid is different." Viselmir sighed, then uttered their observations.

Roger had known about this for a long time.

Ciri is covered with the blood of the Ancient Elves, and she is also equivalent to a demon source herself, and this special bloodline allows her to complete dimensional transportation after she grows up.

In a sense, Roger himself is a special child of fate, but his nature is different from that of Ciri.

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

"We can't even give her too aggressive a potion, which affects her hormones and the distribution of power in her body."

Escal added.

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

"Roger, you just said the real witcher?" His breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Can I understand that you have a way to reopen the trial and train a new Witcher apprentice!"

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 erupt with the joy it imagined.

"Let's discuss the matter of Ciri."

Geralt broke the silence.

"It's too hard to be a witcher, and I don't want Ciri to choose monsters and killings for the rest of my life."

"The prejudices we face should not be borne by her."

"yes, yes, what a high-sounding reason." Lambert scoffed, "Why didn't anyone ask me for my opinion when I was sent here?" ”

After saying that, he slapped the table heavily and turned to leave.

The room was silent again.

"Okay, I promise you to guide her in swordsmanship, and of course I will increase her strength appropriately according to my method."

"On the Use of Energy ......"

"We've enlisted the help of others." Geralt said.

"She's supposed to be on her way."

"Oh?" Roger looked curious.

"It's Triss Meligard."

Geralt's eyes flashed unnaturally at the mention of the name.