It's a little cold and it's going to snow.

Roger looked up in search of a familiar path, and after the last time he left, he thought he would soon be back in Kellmohan.

But what he didn't expect was that after separating from Geralt, it would take a long time to return here.

Roger naturally wouldn't admit that it was the gentle country that hindered him, but in fact he did have an unforgettable happy time with Little Eyes.

When they were separated from the island, Geralt left straight away, and the three of Roger arrived at Novigre together.

It is an important seaside city in Redania, a metropolis in modern terms.

After coming here, Roger found a good job for the displaced Dandrion and Little Eyes.

He contributed money, two people contributed, and the three of them formed an opera troupe together.

Someone was responsible for writing the story, someone was responsible for composing the music and lines, and with the help of the power of capital, soon their performances conquered the whole country.

Compared with monotonous chanting, this kind of visual and auditory all-round enjoyment is obviously more impactful, after all, Roger comes from another world and has too much experience.

He didn't even need to put much effort into it, and casually put some familiar stories on the stage, which brought a huge sensation.

From kings to peddlers and pawns, everyone was fascinated by their operas.

Roger has little interest in making money and becoming famous, but in the interpretation of the new story, he is self-directed and self-acted, and cooperates with Little Eyes to complete the love story between the witcher and the poetess.

So in the eyes of more people, he became the actor of the dragon rider, and everyone only regarded him as an actor.

And not a pure witcher.

The opera troupe was a huge success, and if it weren't for the negative effects of the Sintra massacre, they might have been preparing to go south, touring the landscape and performing on a loop.

World tour.

This is the name that Roger gave.

However, Sintra was invaded by Nilfgaard, and the ensuing Battle of Soden, where the Warlocks of the northern neighbor crushed Nilfgaard's army and the Warlock Regiment.

Fourteen people's names are forever engraved on the ridge.

This curbed the invasion of the Southern Empire a little, and soon the two sides entered into negotiations, and the situation was deadlocked.

In this case, Roger naturally did not feel comfortable going on the so-called tour, although he was equipped with a powerful protector by the side of Little Eyes.

But counting the time, it's time to return to Kylemohan.

Because of the massacre in Sintra, the child of destiny will officially appear on the stage of history.

Roger knew that if it weren't for him, then many years later, this Destiny Child Ciri would have replaced him, executing the will of the world, shuttling through the plane, and becoming the savior.

Roger is concerned only with the fate of a few, not with the direction of the world.

He gently pinched the horse's belly and continued along the path of his memory.

At this moment, there was a sudden stamping sound on the branch above his head, and when he looked up, he saw a small figure, which disappeared in a flash.

With a light smile, Roger didn't say anything, but continued to move forward.

He learned about the environment around Kylemohan from Geralt and the others, and the path above was one of the ways used to hone the Witcher's apprentices.

According to his estimates, with the speed and pace of the demon hunter apprentice just now, it shouldn't take long......

Really.

With a thud, the small figure fell from above and fell on the pile of pine branches, and Roger saw his face for the first time.

Sure enough, it was her.

With her short silver-gray hair messy and a pair of large emerald eyes on her thin little face, she frowned, quickly got up, and then looked in the direction of Roger vigilantly.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The clothes on his body were in tatters, and only a few of them were clearly improved from a pile of rags.

The girl stood on tiptoe, seemingly ready to attack.

Soon, though, she saw Roger's eyes light up, revealing his trademark pupils.

Seeing this scene, the girl's expression was stunned for a moment, and then quickly relaxed.

"You ......"

"Who are you?" Roger smiled, "There are no kids your age in the castle. ”

"I'm not a child, I'm a witcher." She deliberately emphasized.

"Oh......" Roger deliberately lengthened his tone, "that's a coincidence, and so am I." ”

"I know who you are."

"Eskar they always mention your name, you're Roger, right?"

"What about you? The witcher of the future? ”

"I'm Ciri, Geralt brought me back, he's training me here, and I'll be like you when I grow up."

Loving House and U, Ciri is full of affection for the witcher who has the same identity as Geralt.

"Alright, let's go back then." Roger gestured to the saddle behind him.

"You go by yourself, I haven't finished my training today." After saying that, she quickly climbed the tree and gradually walked away along the path.

"No wonder everyone likes her."

This was the last part of the journey, and Ciri didn't need to take a detour, so he made it back to Kelmohan before Roger.

By the time Roger arrived, the iron fence was filled with familiar figures.

Viselmir was at the forefront, with Geralt and Eskar standing beside him, and of course, Lambert, who was always annoying.

The little girl stood beside Lambert, looking at Roger curiously, and in addition to that there was an unfamiliar face.

It was a young witcher, his irises were unusually white, yellow, and green, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, indicating that his mutation process was quite difficult.

"This is Cohen, it's good luck to spend the winter here for the first time this year, I didn't expect you to come back this year."

Viselmir said to Roger with a smile.

"It's good for you to be back, my friend!" After speaking, everyone stepped forward one by one and gave Roger a hard hug.

"I've always wanted to go to you, but too many things have happened in between...... Geralt sighed, "especially lately, I've written to Dandrien, but your opera company has gone to another city. ”

"Later, I finally got in touch with him, but he told me that you left the cabaret with Little Eyes, and you didn't know where to go on vacation."

"It seems like it's a long story." Roger patted Geralt on the shoulder, then suddenly turned his head and grimaced at Ciri, who was secretly looking at him.

"It's okay, this winter is long enough, I have time to listen to your story."

"If it weren't for Little Eyes' preference for staying in warm places, I would have brought her back with me this year."

At this time, Lambert, who was standing on the side, suddenly spoke, "Roger, you don't have anything on your horseback, it seems that we can only save some wine this year." ”

"Don't worry, count the time......"

Roger looked up into the distance, and in the lead-gray sky, there seemed to be a golden dot flashing away.

"My delivery should have arrived."