All night, Triss felt like she was in a state of confusion, and she didn't even dare to go to Geralt again, for fear that desire would suppress reason and do something stupid.

Occasionally her eyes stopped on Roger, and she even suspected that all this was at the behest of the man in front of her......

Or did Ciri find something?

She didn't get a good night's rest, and the next day, she volunteered to go to Roger's room and ask to watch Ciri's training.

Then she saw the potions that Ciri had taken and how she cultivated.

"What did you give her a drink?"

Triss frowned, "The witcher's trial potion affects the girl's hormones and even makes her ...... in her body"

"These are harmless." Roger replied without looking up.

"You can check it as you like." He even deliberately slowed down his movements to clearly explain every step of the way.

At first, Triss was excited, and although it was said that the witcher's trial was the result of warlock research, so far, the method had only been passed down among witchers.

Triss had always been curious, but she couldn't find answers to such questions from Viselmir, and she remembered it quickly after suppressing her excitement.

But soon Triss finds herself confused.

She knows every herb here, and the specific medicinal properties are also like a few treasures.

But Roger's way of using it completely turned her perception upside down.

"How can this be? Doesn't make sense? ”

In this way, in her amazement, the day's cultivation was completed as usual.

Triss found nothing.

This made Roger even more mysterious in her eyes, especially when she was stared at by the man's calm gaze, and she even felt that her soul and soul were pierced by the other party.

"You know the ...... in Ciri's body"

Triss asked tentatively.

"Yes, I told them it didn't matter, I could fix it."

"Can you fix it?" Triss raised her voice, "Do you know what that is?" It wasn't ordinary energy, and I couldn't even find out what was in it. ”

"You do have the skill of casting spells quickly, and the power of those spells is okay, but believe me, it's not a real spell, it involves a lot of principled things......"

"Oh."

Roger didn't seem to hear what Triss was saying, but just snorted in a reaction that made Triss feel as if she had crashed into a ball of cotton.

A belly full of knowledge has nowhere to tell.

"You're right." Roger looked up with a smile, not at all arguing with Triss.

"Truth be told, you're the most arrogant of all the witchers I've ever met." Triss looked unashamed.

"I've admitted you're right." Roger looked amused.

"Don't think I can't see it, your eyes are like looking at a fool, I really don't know where your confidence comes from."

There was no-for-tat, but Triss always felt that she was the weaker side, which made her very uncomfortable.

Because Roger didn't give her a chance to quarrel at all.

"I'll prove it to you, and I'm responsible for this kid."

With that, she turned and left.

"It must be dissatisfied...... Roger wiped his hands and sighed.

Then his eyes swept over Heri, who was immersed in training, and the little guy must have discovered something.

The days passed smoothly, and Triss never came to Roger again, and soon everything was ready, and Triss began to check on Ciri.

Roger watched the whole process, and everything seemed very dangerous, but the result was what Roger expected.

Through this magical connection, Roger heard the voice for the first time.

"You mistake the reflection cast on the lake for the stars in the night sky."

"She is the flame, which is bound to ignite the white smoke of the world, she is the blood of the ancients, the blood of the elves."

Then Triss fainted from the magic and Ciri fell into a deep sleep.

But this kind of slumber is a kind of growth for her, and some forces cannot be blindly suppressed.

Roger didn't interfere in the whole process, just like there was no way to make a baby grow into an intellectually sound adult in an instant.

Ciri needs to grow too.

Ten days later, one evening, Triss awoke from her coma, stimulated by the excitement of energy and seeing some unknown dangers.

This makes Triss fragile and nervous, knowing that she can't solve Ciri's problems on her own.

"How long have I been unconscious."

"It's been ...... long time," Geralt replied.

"What about Ciri, how is she?"

"Roger is taking care of her, she is always having nightmares, but after taking some of the potions that Roger has given her, she is much better."

"Maybe Roger should come and see you."

Geralt suggested.

"He's always had a lot of options."

Before they knew it, everyone was completely convinced of Roger's abilities.

Roger said...... He said he could handle the ...... completely."

"When it comes to spells, you'd rather trust a witcher than a warlock?" Triss couldn't help but raise her voice.

"I understand, that Roger is indeed very special, but he is a witcher after all, you should leave this matter to a professional person, my ability is not enough, but you have a better candidate."

"Listen to me, on this kind of issue, you should put aside your prejudices and write to her."

"Yennefer can help you."

"Roger is not like us......" Geralt still hesitated.

"Listen to Yennefer's opinion, it's always right, isn't it?" Triss's tone became softer.

"In addition, she is still a child, she should not always stay here, there are only a few of you here except for the stones, which is extremely detrimental to her growth."

"But that's how we grew up." Geralt muttered.

"So you're only going to hunt monsters." Triss said angrily, and as soon as the words came out, she realized that she was a little reckless.

"I'm sorry, Geralt I mean ......"

"No explanation." Geralt reached out and pressed Triss's lips.

The skin-to-skin contact caused the two of them to freeze there instantly.

A blush flashed across Triss's pale face, "Tonight...... Don't go, stay with me. ”

Triss...... You've just woken up......"

The sorceress hugged Geralt, "Just stay with me." ”

"Okay."

Geralt nodded softly.

However, he didn't notice the smugness that flashed in the eyes of the sorceress in his arms.

Men, the body is more honest than the tongue.

The next morning, Geralt and Geralt arrived together in the castle hall, and Triss was still a little sluggish, but her cheeks were flushed, and there was an unexpected divine light.

"What about Roger?"

It was only during the meal that he noticed that there was one person missing from the table.

"He's gone, just last night." Ciri spoke.

"Gone?"

"But the snow outside hasn't ...... yet," Geralt shook his head halfway through, and with a dragon as his mount, the snow couldn't stop him.

"Why is there such a hurry?"

"A green dragon sent a letter saying that a guy named Dandrion was in trouble."

Ciri said sullenly.

"Spring hasn't arrived yet."

She looked out the window.

"He hasn't seen me beat Lambert yet."

Hearing the last sentence, Lambert, who was not far away, almost squirted the food in his mouth.

"Little guy, you really want to win me?!"