Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 871

Chapter 24 Triss

early morning.

Roger was awakened by the jingle outside and Lambert’s characteristic acrimonious screams.

He got up and walked to the window, and then saw in the corner of the courtyard, Xili was wearing her ridiculous dress, holding a sword and jumping around several dummy on the wooden board, waving manual weapons from time to time.

“Your speed is too slow, faster, faster, what’s in your mind?”

“Attack the enemy’s carotid artery instead of fixing his hair. With hesitation, you have been killed a hundred times by the opponent.”

Xili pursed her mouth and said nothing, but her eyes were firm and terrifying.

“It’s kind of like.”

Lambert put his arms around his chest, rarely criticized.

“Okay, you can rest for a while, and then we go to eat breakfast, ready to start the formal training in the morning.”

Hearing Lambert’s words, Hiri’s thin body suddenly collapsed. She gasped for breath. It seemed that the actions just now seemed simple, but they put a lot of pressure on her.

“Lambert, is there any way to make me faster?”

“I’m too slow, sometimes I think, but my body can’t keep up.”

She raised her head to stare at the man with a dumb face, “I really want to be like you and Geralt.”

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

Xili looked slumped.

“Um… Lambert, can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.” Lambert’s attitude today was surprisingly good.

“You and Geralt… which of you is stronger?”

“Do you know any other powerful swordsmen in this world?”

“Geralt?” Lambert curled his lips. “He still has some real skills, maybe only a little bit better than me.” He gestured with his fingers to an almost indistinguishable height.

“That’s because he is older than me…”

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

“Don’t be fooled by those legends.”

“What do you want to hear from me? Similar to nicknames like the King of Shadows, the Sword of Flames, and the Lightning Lightning?”

“But at least someone should have heard their legends and know where they are?” Xili asked.

“Where? I know this.”

“Where?” Hilly’s eyes beamed.

“In the grave.”

Uh……

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

“I don’t know what other powerful swordsmen are in this world. Besides the demon hunters, there should be some good players among ordinary people.”

“But I know who is the most powerful swordsman in this world?”

Hilly turned her head and looked puzzled. She always felt that what Lambert said seemed inconsistent.

“It’s Roger.”

“There will be no more powerful swordsman in this world.”

Lambert let out a breath.

“You will know later.”

A little dim flashed in his eyes, “Well, let’s come here today, go eat.”

The girl ran back to the castle excitedly with doubts, and Lambert put away all the utensils one by one.

These things have not been activated for many years.

In the future, it doesn’t seem to be.

…………

“Do you want me to guide her?” Roger put down the spoon in his hand at the table.

Bolch brought a lot of supplies to Roger last night, and the abundance in it was far beyond everyone’s imagination, which led to the richness of today’s breakfast and even surpassed the palace.

And hearing Vesemir’s words, not only Roger, Xili also raised his head from the hustle and bustle, bulging his cheeks, and looked at Roger blankly.

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

“In fact, the first day we picked her back, we all agreed this way, but we haven’t been able to find your whereabouts.”

“And now you are back.”

“So Roger…”

Roger pondered for a moment, “I may teach her not only swordsmanship.”

“Then can you teach him anything, spells?”

Lambert said suddenly, “We have tried, she can’t activate any of the seals…”

“Forget the basic magic.” Roger paused and tore off a piece of bread. “I have recovered a bit of memory from my recent travels.”

“In other words, it’s knowledge.”

He raised his head and glanced at the crowd, “Then do you want her to become a real demon hunter?”

“No, don’t!”

Everyone said in unison.

“Why?!” Xili knocked on the table fiercely, “I want to become stronger, I want revenge, I want to serve that city…”

“Calm down!” Geralt whispered.

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

Geralt’s eyes were cold and scary, Xili’s eyes filled with tears, and then she abruptly stood up and pushed down the chair and ran out of the hall.

“This kid is different.” Vesemir sighed, and then said their observations.

Roger had already understood this.

Xili was carrying the blood of the ancient elves, and she herself was equivalent to a source of magic, and at the same time, this special bloodline allowed her to complete the plane shuttle after she grew up.

In a sense, Roger himself is also a special son of destiny, but he and Xili are different in nature.

“That power is very powerful, and you Roger, although you are the number one demon hunter, you are not a master of spells after all.”

“We can’t even give her too aggressive potions, which will affect her hormones and the distribution of power in the body.”

Escal added.

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

“Roger, did you just say the real demon hunter?” His breathing suddenly became quicker.

“Can I understand that you have a way to restart the trial and train new apprentices of the Demon Hunter!”

As soon as he said this, 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 burst out of imaginary joy.

“Let’s talk about Hillary.”

Geralt broke the silence.

“It’s too difficult to be a demon hunter. I don’t want Xili to choose monsters and killings in her future life.”

“The prejudices we face should not be accepted by her.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s really a high-sounding reason.” Lambert sneered. “When I was sent here, why didn’t anyone ask my opinion?”

After speaking, he patted the table heavily, turned and left.

The room became silent again.

“Well, I promise you to guide her swordsmanship, and of course I will follow my method to properly increase her strength.”

“About the use of energy…”

“We have sought help from other people,” Geralt said.

“She should be on the way.”

“Oh?” Roger looked curious.

“It’s Triss Merigold.”

The mention of the name Geralt’s eyes flashed unnaturally.