Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Witcher and His Cabin ()

Time flies, not long after the winter solstice, frost comes.

The weather became colder, and the snow left before turned into ice, which made Kaer Morhen a different scene.

Roger had never seen Kaer Morhen like this.

In his world, the castle is located deep in the forest, where flowers are blooming like brocade, and the seasons are like spring.

But here, the sky and the earth are the same gray, but Roger doesn't feel any discomfort. In the ancient language, Kaer Morhen is called Kara Muelahan, which means the fortress of the ancient sea.

The reason for the name is that the place where the castle was built was once a sea, and there are many fossils of marine life in the stones on the mountain. This castle is located on the edge of the civilization of the human world and has been forgotten by the world for a long time.

But Roger liked the oblivion.

Time soon came to February, and a winter life made the four of them very familiar. After being drunk once, Lambert confusedly challenged Roger.

Even with the stimulation of alcohol, Lambert was not arrogant enough to think that he could fend off Roger's attack. He put forward restrictions for the two of them to discuss.

It is necessary to maintain the same strength and only rely on skills to compete.

Although he has always been called the youngest demon hunter, that is only relative to Geralt and others and Vesemir.

In fact, Lambert's real age is not young, and his natural skills are extremely superb.

But it is a pity that he met Roger.

This Roger, who traveled through countless worlds and transformed under the experience of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

So he suffered the cruelest torture ever.

puff!

Lambert fell to the ground, and even took out his beloved weapon. He couldn't help spitting out the snow that filled his mouth, and got up again with bloodshot eyes.

Come again! After speaking, he picked up the weapon and rushed forward.

But after a while, his body flew high and rolled on the ground several times in a row. He was dizzy for a while, and couldn't even tell the direction.

At this time, Lambert no longer expected that he could defeat Roger, he just hoped that he could suffer one more time, so that at least he could lose decently.

Vesemir and Eskar who stood beside were full of surprises. They could see that Roger's sword skills were completely different from theirs.

Demon hunters are physically strong, far superior to normal humans, but they cannot compare with those terrifying monsters based on their physical fitness alone.

Therefore, they pay special attention to bodywork and pace in battle, and often use rotation to increase the strength of their attacks.

This is understandable, but Roger, his attack angle is more tricky, completely overturning their existing cognition.

It's not like our swordsmanship.

Escal muttered to himself.

It's like coming from another world. Vesemir added, and after speaking, the two looked at each other, guessing what was in each other's mind.

Come again... come again.

Under the double stimulation of alcohol and exhaustion, Lambert staggered and fell down.

So in the following life, in addition to drinking, chatting and bragging, their activities added another thing.

learn from each other.

It was the three of them who took turns looking for Roger to discuss.

So time passed day by day, until the warm wind blew from the valley and took away the cold here.

The snow has just melted, and spring is here.

After brushing the horses and preparing the bags, it was time for everyone to say goodbye.

You want to stay here?!

Before leaving, the three looked surprised at Roger, who was empty-handed.

I like this place. Roger smiled.

You know that I have lost my memory and don't know much about this world, so there is no difference between here and elsewhere. In this case, I might as well stay. Roger looked around.

Just taking advantage of the warm weather, I will simply repair it here. Believe me, I am definitely an expert in repairing houses.

I know what you're going to do, but it's unnecessary, Vesemir said suddenly.

Roger, our time is over,

Of course, maybe it never came, and similar things didn't just happen in Kaer Morhen.

Although the mob is large in number, it cannot have a decisive impact. There are too many warlocks involved in the attack.

This is a conspiracy against us. What they want to see is a ruin. If you repair this place, it will only attract the next attack.

Vesemir's eyes were heavy.

With me here, no one can harm a single brick here.

Roger's expression became serious.

I believe in your power, you can do it, but we can't, we can't stay here forever... Vesemir sighed.

Kaer Morhen meant a lot to him, and he had a lot of time to mend the scars here, but he chose to give up because Vesemir knew the price of doing so.

Well, maybe now is not the right time. Roger thought for a while, and agreed to Vesemir's request.

However, I don't want to live in the so-called most luxurious tower next winter. The creaking sound of the wooden bed is really annoying.

Maybe in the future my female partner will think that voice is a good accompaniment, full of rhythm and impact... Roger showed an ambiguous smile.

But to be honest, I really don't want my private affairs to be publicized.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

I see, because your strength is useless in some ways. Lambert chuckled, but Roger didn't care, and he then revealed his plan.

I'd leave the exterior as it is, but the interior really needs to be tidied up to at least make us more comfortable next winter.

This time Vesemir didn't refuse.

Everyone waved goodbye, and Roger stood at the top of the city and watched the figures of the people disappear into the valley in the distance.

The Castle of Heaven and Earth, the mountains in the distance, it seems that Roger is the only one left in the whole world.

He had experienced similar loneliness many times before, but now he enjoyed it, and then he started a major renovation of the entire interior of the castle.

From early morning to evening, sometimes from dark night to early morning light, Roger has no concept of tiredness, no concept of time.

After spring and summer, the leaves withered and turned yellow, and the temperature began to drop gradually. When the first ray of north wind blew across the valley, Roger knew that winter was not far away.

Before he knew it, he had been here for a whole year.

When the sky became gloomy and the mountain wind howled, Roger could even predict a snowstorm in the near future.

But just as he habitually came to look at the city wall, three horses drove up in the valley, and Roger recognized two of them.

The remaining one has his trademark white hair and a determined face.

Open the door, Roger!

There was still a long distance, and Lambert couldn't help shouting.

Let me introduce you to a new friend.

When the three of them entered the castle, Escal got off his horse and greeted him, but there was someone around him who was one step ahead of him.

If you saved Escal, you saved me, so from now on, I owe you my life.

Roger smiled and looked at the familiar stranger in front of him.

Nice to meet you, White Wolf.