Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 869

Chapter 22-You Are My Birthday Present

“Go over there, there is an island not far from here, we can go there for the night, and then tomorrow morning when the sun rises, we will turn around and set off, bypass the duke’s domain, and head south!”

“It sounds good.” Ashe opened her eyes wide and looked far away, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn’t see the island Roger was talking about.

“What are you waiting for? Let us move, I don’t want to spend the night at sea, the dangling is terrifying.”

Dandreen murmured, “You know? I’m most afraid of being shaken up when I’m asleep. That’s why I hate going on a boat.”

“Because it feels like the woman next to you is reminding you: Get up, my husband is back!”

Geralt did not forget to add.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

This is indeed in line with what Dandrien did.

“You don’t need to row a boat, I will figure out a way.”

Roger blew the horn between his neck, the waves were rough, huge shadows hit, and then thick tentacles wrapped the hull.

“Give the ship to this big guy, we can change to another way.”

With a whistle, Roger jumped out.

At this moment, a creature like a dolphin emerged from the sparkling water.

Roger happened to land on the back of this creature.

“What are you waiting for, don’t you want to try an extraordinary sea trip?”

Geralt also jumped out like Roger, and Ashe looked nervous, but he was encouraged by Roger’s eyes to jump off the boat with his eyes closed.

In the end, only Dandrian was left with a horror.

“I don’t want to go up…”

“Then I wish you good luck!” Roger didn’t force it, made a gesture, and the animal under him swam out like a sword.

“See you on the island!”

The so-called island that is not far away actually took everyone a long time. When they arrived near the island, the sun began to fall, and the sun dyed the entire surface of the sea.

Ashe was excited like a child, dancing and singing, his emotions also infected Roger and Geralt.

The witcher’s eyes were deep, and he didn’t know what kind of memories he remembered.

Blue sky, sea.

When they reached the island, the wooden boat arrived first. After landing, Roger saw Dandreen lying on the beach.

He was pale, with vomit all over his body, and it seemed that he must have been terribly devastated on the way to here.

“Let’s stay here for the night.”

The division of labor is clear, and Geralt is responsible for cutting firewood and surveying the surrounding environment to confirm whether there are large animals.

Ashe found some branches, wild fruits and wild vegetables, while Roger dived into the sea to get a big fish.

They don’t have a wok, so they use sunken stone troughs instead.

As for the fire, naturally don’t worry, Geralt released an Igni’s seal.

The flame burned.

The sun gradually disappeared, the sky became dim, and the bonfire here became the last light on the island.

Ashe danced barefoot on the beach, she weaved garlands for Roger and the others. At this time, Dandrien also recovered and took out her lute from nowhere.

He himself vomited unconsciously, but the lute was not injured in the slightest.

The campfire crackled cheerfully, and Geralt flipped the venison and fish carefully. Then he stirred the steaming soup in the stone pot with the peeled pine branches.

This was a farewell dinner, because the next day, Geralt planned to separate from everyone and go further south.

Dandrien also didn’t know whether he would continue to walk together or would choose to separate. Parting is the norm in this world. Sometimes even if you don’t know where the road will go, you can only know the result if you start.

They chatted together, laughed together, and Dandrien and Ashe had a singing competition.

Geralt lay on the beach, the embers of the campfire under the thick sand, which kept his back warm all the time.

With his hands resting behind his head, he felt that he had never heard such beautiful voices and sweet songs.

With the smell of cloves and gooseberries lingering in his nose, he thought of Ye Naifah.

The night is deep, with stars all over the sky, the old day is about to end, and Ashe’s birthday will be ushered in in the early hours of the morning.

Dandrien and Ashe sang the famous duet “Cynthia and Witvin”, which is a famous love song.

With singing, Geralt was the first to fall asleep.

In the dream, he and Ye Naifah are as good as ever, they have their own manor, and even have a common…

She obviously didn’t drink, but Ashe had dim eyes, she leaned on Roger’s shoulder and scented into Roger’s nose with the smell of verbena.

“Give it to you.”

Roger took out the tears of the ocean.

No woman can face a treasure like this without moving her face, and Ashe is no exception.

“This is too precious…I…”

“Such a pearl should hang around your neck, but even so, it is eclipsed by your eyes.”

There was a bright light from the pupils of her small eyes, and she could no longer control the emotions in her heart, and she hugged Roger fiercely.

Because of the tension, Ashe’s lips were slightly cold, but then the breath she exhaled was hot enough to melt the steel.

“Today is my birthday, so no one can refuse me.”

“But I want another gift more than this pearl!”

“what would you like?”

Ashe didn’t answer, but hugged Roger even tighter.

The girl in front of her was confused and infatuated, but Roger’s mind was still sober.

It is indeed a good place, but Roger does not want the lingering between the two to appear in Dandrine’s ballad.

In the daze, Ashe felt her body undulating in the clouds, she had never felt this way before.

The body is light and fluttering, as if a pair of wings are inserted.

Fall into the air and then fall again.

Finally reason regained the brain, Ashe recovered from the confusion, and then she let out a harsh scream.

The stars in the sky seemed to be within reach, and she and Roger were inlaid in the night.

Then she lowered her head, only then did she notice where she was.

It turned out that the feeling just now was not an illusion.

She is flying.

On the back of a giant dragon.

“Am I dreaming?”

The dragon flies extremely fast, but it is strange that Ashe does not feel cold.

Roger did not answer, but his small eyes hugged him tightly.

“If this is a dream, please wake me up later.”

Dandrien was fascinated by the faint flame, still sitting there playing the lute softly.

He watched Roger and Ashe rise into the sky on the dragon’s back, with a gratified smile on his lips.

“May you be happy, little eyes.”

He played a few notes first, then turned to a calm melody, and the lyrics came out of his mind naturally accompanied by the music.

This ballad tells the story of a witcher and a poetess.

Dandrien knew that there were very few people who believed in the stories in the ballads, but he didn’t care. The ballads were not to be believed, but moved.

At this time, Dandri didn’t know that this song would become the best love song in his creative career.

What he also didn’t know was that if there were no Roger’s appearance, everyone would be separated after this separation.

What’s more sad is that in four years, Little Eye will die of raging smallpox in Vizima. It was Dandrien who hugged her body, left the cremation pyre outside the city, walked into the forest alone, and buried her as she wished.

And many years later, he will meet another girl with very small eyes.

She also has a wonderful singing voice and beautiful eyes, her name is Pusila.

Fortunately, because of Roger’s appearance, all tragedies will not happen.