Great Single Player of the Heavens

Lu Qi had just left and was sitting on the sand beside him. The demon hunter, who was deep in thought, suddenly stood up.

"You two, I have something to tell you."

After the two of them looked at each other with doubtful eyes, Geralt got straight to the point: "You have to go home. Go to the Mahakam Mountains in the north."

"what do you mean?"

"It's time to play and we have to go our separate ways. Dandelion, it's time for you to go home and write poetry. Milva will take you through the forest..."

"Haha, after you drive Regis away, do you plan to drive us away too?"

"I'm not sure how many dangers there will be during this journey. So, I have to complete it alone."

"So you must put aside the burden, the shackles that slow you down and cause you a lot of trouble, that is, me." The poet said lightly.

"And me," Milva agreed.

"Listen to me, this is my private matter and has nothing to do with you. I don't want you to risk your lives for something that only concerns me." Geralt's tone became much softer.

"This is your private matter." Dandelion repeated slowly: "You don't need anyone. Your companions will only hinder you and slow you down. You don't expect anyone's help, and you don't want to rely on anyone. Besides that, you like to be alone. Am I missing something?"

Hearing this, Geralt was inexplicably angry, "As usual, you missed the brain in your head. You idiot! If the arrow goes further to the left, you will become a corpse and be pecked by rooks. The corpse! You are a poet and have a rich imagination, just imagine that scene!"

"I repeat, you go north and I go south, alone."

"Then go! I won't beg you, go to hell, witcher! Dandelion, let's make some broth to drink. I'm starving and listening to him makes me sick..."

Just as he watched Milva and Dandelion walk away, the witcher smelled a special strange smell again and couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"You're testing my patience, Regis."

A vampire in black robes nonchalantly appeared out of thin air and sat down next to the witcher.

“I have to change the poet’s bandage.

"

"Then go find him and stay away from me."

Regis sighed, but did not intend to leave obediently:

"I heard your conversation with Milva and Dandelion." Regis' tone was slightly mocking: "I have to say that you are very talented at irritating others. Even if the whole world While hunting you, you have paid no attention to your allies and companions who intend to help you."

"This world is really crazy. Vampires actually taught me how to deal with humans. Regis, how much do you know about humans? You are only interested in the taste of their blood. Why should I talk to you..."

"This world has gone crazy a long time ago. After all, a demon hunter started talking to me..." After a pause, Regis smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said:

"Perhaps you could take a few words of advice from me?"

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Yes, I have forgotten that advice is redundant for you, and companions are also redundant. This matter is your own journey, and you must complete it alone. In the final analysis, this is self-punishment Part of it is a baptism of fire. As long as someone lends a helping hand to you and supports you, it will deepen your sins at the same cost and make you bear more human debts. Therefore, while you are paying off your sins, You don’t want to incur more debt, right?”

"Exactly. So, vampire, please let me redeem my sins alone and face my debts alone."

"As you wish, but I still want to give you some advice: think about the so-called guilt..."

"Please, go away..."

Regis stood up and walked towards Milva and Dandelion who were discussing how to cook raw mutton.

"Do you need some spices? I have bay leaves, pepper..."

"That's great. We also have some onions, carrots, and celery. Just add them together and you'll have a fragrant mutton and vegetable soup..."

"I hope Alex will come back soon, I'm almost hungry..."

Looking at the three people who were working together to cook, the demon hunter turned away angrily and pretended not to hear.

. . .

When Lu Qi returned to the river with the little griffon on his back, a simple campfire had already been lit.

Above the flame, a pot of mutton soup with a rich aroma was simmering in a copper pot, which was extremely tempting.

The vampire who disappeared was sitting quietly by the campfire, changing Dandelion's bandages.

After looking at each other with Regis, Lu Qi nodded in greeting, then put the big cage down and said casually:

"Your cooking skills are pretty good. I can smell the aroma from afar."

"It's because of the good ingredients and the spices from Regis..."

While talking, Dandelion exclaimed as expected when he saw that Lu Qi's so-called pet turned out to be a young griffon.

"Oh My God!"

Milva, who had been looking forward to this scene for a long time, burst into laughter.

The poet's exclamation and the beautiful archer's ruthless ridicule also attracted the attention of the demon hunter.

He came to Lu Qi's side, looked at the little griffin in the wooden box and screamed softly, and couldn't help but ask:

"Did you tame this young griffon?"

"That's right. You are so experienced with monsters. Can you tell me whether it is a boy or a girl? So that I can give it a suitable name."

After examining it carefully, the witcher gave his answer: This young griffon is male, about early one year old.

Geralt learned from Geralt that a griffon usually reaches adulthood at the age of two and a half, which means that if he wants to become a griffin knight, he will have to tame this little griffin for at least a year and a half.

"Taming a gryphon is a very troublesome matter, so you'd better be mentally prepared..."

"Of course, otherwise what do you think I'm doing..."

After patting the big cage containing the little griffon, Lu Qi immediately sat down next to the campfire:

"Can you try your craft?"

"It'll be ready soon!"

Next, Lu Qi took the bread and enjoyed the fragrant mutton and mixed vegetable soup with a few others while sharing his experience of getting a little griffon.

It wasn't until the pot bottomed out that the people sitting around the copper pot groaned in comfort.

"Ah, I'm full. Dandelion, making soup is a great idea. And Alex, thank you for the ingredients."

"Indeed, Geralt, what do you think?"

"I want to say thank you, is that enough?"

"Don't worry about it." The poet waved casually, "He is like this. You have never seen him and Yennefer together, especially when they quarreled..."

"Hey! I'm still here!" The demon hunter said with some dissatisfaction.

At this time, the vampire suddenly said:

"Now, let's talk about your troubles, witcher."

"I told you, this is none of your business."

"You don't know where Ciri is at all. Even if you continue to go south, you may not be able to get news about her from the Nilfgaardians. Perhaps, before that, you have been shot by the Nilfgaardians. A hedgehog.”

"Regis, what do you think?"

Regis raised his chin slightly, acting like an aristocrat, and said in a deep voice:

"Obviously, Ciri is our target. Since we don't know where she is, we have to find out. The way I see it, Destiny's Child has to do with magic, fate, and other supernatural elements, and I happen to know one Man, very knowledgeable in this area and willing to help us..."

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