Under the light, the petite girl was riding on the witcher's neck, waving the wooden sword in her hand.
"The heroic princess knight, Cintra's lion cub, Cerella Fiona Iron Leanron, has been ordered to attack the robbers!"
"Phew—" It seemed that she said too hastily, and the girl couldn't help but spit out her pink tongue to catch her breath.
"Drive-drive-my BMW, charge forward!" She raised her wooden sword and roared in a milky voice, "Stop! Turn left and go around behind the robber for a sneak attack!"
"Lord Knight..." The witcher's eyes flashed helplessly, and he said in a low voice, "The horse is tired, let me rest first."
"No! If you don't obey me, I'm going to bite off your ear!" Said the girl, she leaned closer to the witcher's ear, sighed warmly and began to "giggle", and the witcher also smiled and carried her back." the robber."
This "robber" was dressed in a pure white maid's uniform, carrying a sword like a broom, her round face was full of horror, and all kinds of strange black ink marks - I wonder if she had suffered some inhuman torture before, Pretty face is full of black circles, triangles, beards, and small animals such as tortoises and rabbits.
There were also two or three ink marks on the small face of the "Knight" Huhu opposite her.
The "Knight" successfully circled behind the "Robber", the latter seemed to be deterred by her momentum, his limbs were stiff, and he just stood there stupidly without dodging or evading.
"Hey!"
"Ho!"
While shouting loudly, the "Knight" slapped the "Robber" with two swords on the back in succession, and then the "Robber" threw the wooden sword away with a trembling of his wrist, and fell to his knees neatly, shivering like a quail.
"I surrender! Honorable and invincible princess knight, I surrender!"
"Haha, the defeated generals, you know how powerful it is!"
Ciri stroked "Ma'er"'s head three times with satisfaction, and the latter immediately understood, hugging her waist and letting her land firmly on the ground.
"I declare that the thirty-second crusade is over, get up, Collier! Remember, keep it a secret as before!"
"Of course, Princess Ciri, don't forget that Collier is your most loyal servant."
After the announcement, Ciri raised her white face towards the witcher. With this slapstick, crystal beads of sweat had already covered her fluffy cheeks and white hair.
Seeing this, the witcher naturally pulled a towel that had been prepared a long time ago, squatted down and gently wiped off the sweat for her, washing away the sticky ink marks.
She rubbed her head and tilted her head. Her half-bent eyes showed a smile, and she hummed comfortably from time to time, like a cat enjoying a massage.
While wiping off the dark marks on her face, the maid secretly looked at the scene in front of her, feeling quite emotional.
She did not expect that in just half a month, Roy would win the trust of Her Royal Highness.
"Cunning witchers, you really have a knack for coaxing children!" she said to herself, but it was normal to think about it.
The little princess was raised in a deep boudoir for several years, surrounded by her stern Her Royal Highness, and her obedient maids. There are no peers who can communicate and play with her on an equal footing.
Despite the brocade clothes and jade food, the little princess was always unhappy when she stayed in the palace.
No one has an endless stream of interesting stories, a variety of games, and just the right amount of care like The Witcher.
"Perhaps the witcher is playing the role of the little princess' absent parents."
Well, Collier frowned in distress. She felt that something was wrong, but she didn't think about it.
…
"Roy..." Ciri sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her white lotus-like calves playfully, "We are friends, right?"
"I have to remind you, I'm a good friend." The witcher rubbed his brows and thought hard. At this time, according to the usual arrangement, he should start telling stories for Ciri, "Which story do I listen to today? How about Rapunzel, Another, more meaningful version, I promise you've never heard of it!"
"No, I don't want to hear stories right now." Ciri said coquettishly, "I want to ride a horse, good friend, can you fulfill my humble request?"
"Uh... But didn't you ride just now? Take a rest."
"I mean a real horse!" Ciri emphasized, then glanced at the round-faced maid who was eavesdropping, she squeezed her fist,
"Okay, Roy, I want to meet Wilt and see if he's as human as you say."
"Sorry," the witcher shrugged, showing a helpless expression, "I dare not disobey Her Royal Highness's orders."
"Why don't you continue playing cards? Collier's face is wiped clean anyway. Don't you think it would be more cute to have a few more patterns on this round face?!"
"His—" The maid who was cleaning the room with a broom froze, shrank her neck, and moved quietly towards the door.
"No," Ciri stubbornly looked into the witcher's eyes with a pair of emerald-like pupils, and a faint mist appeared in them,
"This is my last wish, Roy."
"Why are you so pessimistic," the witcher shook his head and laughed. "There will be many opportunities in the future. One day, you will be able to convince the queen to let her out of the palace."
Ciri licked her lips, "But Calanthe will send me to Wieden tomorrow. Then I won't be able to see you, let alone Wilt."
"Are you leaving?"
Roy looked dazed for a moment, and he had been staying in the Sintra Palace for half a month, to be exact, playing with an eight-year-old girl for half a month.
Except for the frantic training in the palace every evening, and the routine to frighten the little Griffin Goerfin, the rest of the time he stayed in the palace.
"Unbelievable."
As for the reason, he regarded it as a rare relaxation... Ciri is indeed quirky and eccentric, making people helpless and loving. There are occasional petty tantrums, but that can be corrected.
But now it looks like it's over.
"No, Siri, I mentioned at the beginning that we are the same kind of people, grasshoppers on a rope, destined to meet countless times." Roy said half-truths, if he could catch this It would be more exciting to go to another world to play with the daughter of destiny.
"Will you play with me in the future?"
"Of course, in the near future. And you don't have to worry about Prince Christine." The witcher comforted.
"Okay, then we've made an appointment!" Ciri stretched out her little finger towards him, and the two little thumbs hooked together.
"In the future, you must take me to see Wirth, continue to accompany me in crusade against robbers, and tell me stories!" Ciri tilted her nose, and a smile appeared on her face again.
"Roy, now I want to hear the story of Rapunzel."
"Yes, my princess," the witcher wrapped his hands around Ciri's warm and soft hands, her body exuding the faint scent of a child, "my story is different from what everyone tells you. Rapunzel did not Waiting for her prince, in long loneliness and loneliness..."
The round-faced maid also came over and pricked up her ears.
"Rapunzel decided to hang herself with her own hair! After her death, her soul lingered in the castle waiting for the prince's return."
…
"Goodbye-"
Under the golden sunset, Roy waved goodbye to Sintra Castle not far away.
Just now Queen Calanthe officially conveyed an order to him that from tomorrow, he can no longer enter the palace.
Afterwards, the witcher declined the generous reward offered by the queen. Although he was greedy for money, he did not want his relationship with the Daughter of Destiny to be tainted with money.
He returned to the witcher's hut, where the three witchers had been waiting for a long time.
It is said that in the past half month, Roy played with Ciri during the day, and in the early morning and later in the evening, he trained frantically under the instruction of the three witchers in turn.
However, the training was interrupted not long ago, and Ox, Serret, Leto, and the three left Sintra briefly with the little witch Thelma.
When they came back again, the two snakes were disgraced and seemed to have suffered a lot, only Oaks looked happy and proud.
The story goes like this - the three people with brain cramps originally sneaked into Arethusa, trying to measure how well-guarded Arethusa was.
As a result, the witch who was guarded found out, bombarded it indiscriminately, and almost failed to tell her life in the academy. Thanks to Oaks explaining his intention in time and pushing the little girl Thelma out as a shield, the witches' anger was quelled.
The warlock seeds that are delivered to your door will not be collected for nothing.
Afterwards, Oaks quickly hooked up with a bold and unrestrained sorceress by virtue of his "stinky shameless" optimist character, and comfortably enjoyed a night of sex.
The two brothers left in the lobby were greeted with indifference.
As for the sorceress—
"Kyla Metz..." Oaks couldn't help showing off to Roy, "This beautiful lady is quite open-minded and would never mind having more than one partner to have fun with,"
He glanced at the two expressionless brothers,
"It's a pity that these two woods have no taste at all, pretending not to understand my hints."
"Roy, if you were here—"
"Don't..." The boy shook his head, "I don't want to be involved in this messy relationship."
Although he's known for Keira Metz for a long time.
"Just in time, understand, why worry so much."
"Okay, everyone, listen to me." Roy turned to the three witchers on the sofa and took a deep breath, "I think I have to leave Sintra for a while."
As soon as these words came out, the original harmonious atmosphere in the living room was instantly broken, and the three of them all restrained their smiles.
"Where to go? Continue being a babysitter?"
"Do not."
"Little devil, there's a saying I've been holding back in my heart, what are you doing mysteriously? You still treat us as your own?"
Lesuo sat upright, his eyebrows furrowed, his face stern, and his expression was very stern.
"I am a member of the Snake Sect, there is no doubt that I will never do anything that would harm the Sect." Roy Anjin's eyes swept over the three of them and said sincerely, "And you are all my good teachers and friends. "
"But please give me some time, and when I get back from this trip, I will answer all my doubts, including... my secrets."
"Your secret?" The bald man nodded, his expression softened, "Remember, you owe us an explanation! Don't make us wait too long!"
"Go, Roy, the young eagle should also learn to fly by itself." Oaks grinned, put his arms around his shoulders, and encouraged, "But be careful on the road! I have prepared many new training routines for you."
"Boy... Even if you leave, you must continue to memorize the "Biology", and don't slack off." Serret straightened his hairband and urged seriously, "Come back and re-assess, if you fail, you will look good!"
"Two weeks at the most, then everyone, goodbye!"
Roy put on a hood and cloak, covering his body tightly, and when he turned around, a glimmer of light flashed in Anjin's pupils,
"At that time, I may be able to bring back a new friend!"
"Also, please keep an eye on Galar for me, and don't let him run away with the little gryphon."