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However, because of this idea, he also paid a heavy price.

Because Geralt failed to rescue him in time, the valiant and ambitious King of Temeria met a tragic end. The man who killed him was none other than the bald man standing before An Ran, Letho.

Retracting her thoughts, An Ran remained expressionless and smiled slightly, saying, "That wasn't caused by the potion, it's his genes."

"Hahahaha, genes!" Serrit laughed out loud, saying, "That's right, even demon hunters have different genes! It's possible that our White Wolf was born with genes that attract sorceresses."

"It's just a pity that he died in such an unclear way." Oakes sighed deeply and shook his head. "It shouldn't have been like this. He shouldn't have had this ending."

"Huh?" Black Cat was bewildered by their conversation. "Is the White Wolf dead?"

"Oh, didn't you hear what your companion said?" Oaks looked at An Ran and shrugged. "White Wolf died in Livia half a month ago. It's no longer a secret."

"Half a month ago?" Black Cat took a breath and looked at An Ran intently.

It was certain that the other party was also unaware of this matter. After all, they had been staying near this small town for the entire month, performing exorcisms, so even if there was any news from outside, it wouldn't have been able to reach them.

As expected, just as Oaks finished speaking, An Ran also spoke calmly. "I only found out about this from what you guys said. How did he die?"

"You, don't you know?" Oaks suddenly felt that he had said something wrong, that he shouldn't have brought this up. "Sorry, we only heard it through the grapevine."

"Rivia launched a riot against the non-human race half a month ago," Letho said calmly, unhurriedly. "The White Wolf was killed by a farmer's pitchfork, and Yennefer died of exhaustion trying to save him. The bard Dandelion and the maiden of fate, Ciri, witnessed it all."

"Damn, a pitchfork?" The black cat widened his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

It had a preconceived notion that since An Ran was such a powerful demon hunter, his master must also be incredibly powerful. But now, this fantasy was ruthlessly shattered.

Death by the farmer's pitchfork completely subverted its cognition.

"We met Dandelion at Lunenburg, and he told us this himself." As if afraid Anran wouldn't believe him, Letho continued, "In the end, Ciri took their bodies onto a small boat, accompanied by a unicorn."

"Unicorns and boats, this sounds a bit ridiculous." Oaks couldn't help but complain.

Even among witchers, unicorns are considered rare. They did exist in the past, and history books record them in detail. But in today's world, most wizards believe unicorns are extinct.

"Few witchers can die peacefully in their own beds. Unfortunately, Geralt is no exception." Letho's voice was calm, and there was still no expression on his face.

"Thank you for your comfort." An Ran knew, of course, that Geralt wasn't truly dead and would continue to be active on this continent in a few years. But he couldn't bring himself to say such things directly, so he changed the subject. "Actually, my swordsmanship mainly comes from that girl of destiny."

"Wow, I never thought White Wolf would have such a day." Oaks seemed to understand and whistled, "If he were still alive and heard this news, he would definitely be furious."

"Stop the sarcastic remarks, Ox." Serrit shook his head and picked up the canteen hanging from his waist. "After all, the White Wolf is also a banner for us witchers. This time, we toast to the White Wolf!"

Reso and Oaks also took off the water bottles from their waists, and Anran also took out his own cup from the package.

"Where are you going next?" After taking a sip of wine, Lei Suo looked at An Ran and asked.

"Let's continue north. I want to go to Temeria." An Ran was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to find a girl. It's better to start in a big city."

"We will go to Novigrad next to discuss the future of our Snake Witchers." Letho did not hide anything and told them directly.

Hearing this, An Ran knew that the person they were looking for must be the mastermind behind the King's assassination, Xi'er Tanshaweier. In other words, the weird sorceress with horns in The Witcher 2.

But in reality, Syl Tanshavier didn't know that she was also being used as a pawn. The real culprit behind the scenes was someone else: Emhyr, the Emperor of Nilfgaard in the south.

This emperor used the pretext of helping the Snake Sect establish an academy, and used Reso and others to assassinate the rulers of the various countries in the North, resulting in the near-complete fall of the entire North.

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certainly.

At present, none of the above plots have yet to happen. The Temeria king is still very much alive and well, occasionally flirting with the wife of the lord of his kingdom, and his life is quite comfortable.

As for the white wolf.

He should have boarded the Wild Hunt's ship, been brainwashed by the Wild Hunt, and committed evil deeds under the Wild Hunt's instructions. Until one day he was rescued by Ciri and lost all his memories.

The bonfire in the woods was crackling, and no one present said anything else.

As daybreak approached, Lei Suo and the others said goodbye and left. Before leaving, they gave An Ran two weapon blueprints.

The Demon Hunter's Steel Sword and Silver Sword both have special qualities, and the addition of these additional materials requires blueprints. Different factions of Demon Hunters have completely different blueprints for their weapons.

For example, the Snake Sect is famous for its venom and lightness.

Although this weapon blueprint was of little use to An Ran, it was a token of his love, so he didn't refuse it. Moreover, accepting the gift meant he would also give a gift in return.

He was ready to return the gift, but not now.

After extinguishing the fire, An Ran also stood up and slowly walked towards the town.

Illustrator: My mind is broken! Why do I always get this bad hand when I play Landlord? Is this idiotic system targeting me?

Skirt Uplifter: Calm down, Ali-chan. I think it's just a matter of luck.

Book artist: Hammer's luck can never be luck!

Lazy little kitty: How long are you going to struggle? Why don’t you admit that you are an African?

Book Artist: My father is European!

Curly-haired guy: But your mother is Asian, a mixed race of Asian and European descent, so it’s not surprising that she would be deformed into an African.

The artist of the book: You are the one who is distorted!

Curly-haired boy: Humph! Gin-san, I don't need any distortion at all. I'm a pure European emperor! Napoleon IV!

Miss Beaver: There are four generations of Napoleon?

Skirt-lifting maniac: We've already complained about your behavior a long time ago. This Ah Yin is simply trying to flatter himself.

Curly-haired boy: Even if I put on more gold, I can’t compare to you, the master of the church goddess.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Are you looking for trouble?!

Riri Saten was so angry that her head hurt a little, and the pain became even worse when she saw the goddess dressed as a maid and looking well-behaved not far away.

In the end, she still took on everything and accepted this goddess into... no, accepted her into Academy City. However, this self-proclaimed maid was really tiring for her.

She did it with all the fanfare, not shying away from it at all. As a result, the world's attention was now focused on Academy City, and the Church was sending out warning letters every day.

of course.

None of this actually matters.

They in Academy City wouldn't easily cause trouble, but they weren't afraid of it either. Just like everyone in the group said, as the world administrator, Saten Ruiko wasn't afraid of anyone.

But she could ignore the external threats, but she couldn't hide the resentful looks from Misaka Mikoto and Mugino Shiori. Being stared at by them, Ruizi felt like a scumbag who had abandoned his wife and children.

Curly-haired boy: Hahahaha, I wouldn't dare! After all, our Ruiko-chan is a woman with a huge harem, and Gin-san is just a humble single dog.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: You finally admit that you are a dog?

Curly-haired guy: I’m talking to you, why the hell are you making a fart sound!

Foul-mouthed Man: I was just asking subconsciously, why are you reacting so strongly? Wait, man! You don't really think you're a dog, do you? No way, no way! Wake up!

Curly-haired guy: You...

The corners of Sakata Gintoki's mouth twitched fiercely, but he found himself unable to come up with an effective rebuttal. In this group, when it comes to talking nonsense, he had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Deadpool.

The difference is not that he cannot defeat Deadpool, but that the other party is more shameless than him.

Sakata Gintoki asks himself that while his moral integrity is limited, he still has dignity. Deadpool, on the other hand, not only has negative moral integrity, but is also extremely shameless. He was already invincible, so it's normal that he's no match for him.

However, even though he understood it, Gintoki Sakata still couldn't accept this fact and was very angry.

With no place to vent his anger, he could only let out a "Pooh" sound and spat viciously in front of Nami's astonished gaze.

"You, you're not doing this right, are you?" Nami took a breath and said, "You have no sense of public morality at all!"

"What's the point of public morality!" Sakata Gintoki snorted coldly, "Gin-san, why should I explain anything I do to others?"

"But, you..."

Nami's mouth twitched, and she was about to say something else, but she saw several figures suddenly flash over and surround the two people in the attic.

These people were all dressed in black suits and white shirts, holding various weapons. The leader wore a long trench coat and a black bowler hat.

"Hey, what's going on?" Sakata Gintoki looked around and asked in confusion, "Is this restaurant so busy today?"

"No, I don't think they're here for dinner." Nami muttered softly, "Have you offended anyone recently?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Gin-san, do I look like a terrorist?" Sakata Gintoki pulled at his shirt and said, "Is there a terrorist as handsome as me?"

"Ugh." Nami felt like vomiting when she saw his artificial expression.

As the two were talking, several more people slowly ascended the stairs. They were four sturdy, burly men, carrying a massive sedan chair.

Sitting in the sedan was a man in strange clothes with a glass cover on his head.

As a loyal fan of One Piece, Sakata Gintoki naturally recognized that this guy was a Celestial Dragon. Now the key issue was that on the top of the glass hood on the head of this Celestial Dragon, there was a piece of shiny sputum stuck.

Judging from the shape and color, it seems like it was vomited out by itself?

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No, it can’t be!

Sakata Gintoki was shocked by his discovery, his eyes widening. How could he be so accurate? He had never been so accurate in his basketball shooting before. He actually spit directly onto the Celestial Dragon's glass cover?

"My name is Roswaal, you can call me Lord Roswaal." The Celestial Dragon spoke slowly, looking directly at Sakata Gintoki and Nami. "You should have seen that I, a noble man, was attacked by an unknown object. I came here just to find out who did it."

grunt.

Nami was already trembling with fear, sweat pouring out of her body. A Celestial Dragon! It was actually a Celestial Dragon! She had never seen a Celestial Dragon before in her life, yet here, at this moment, she encountered one.

Moreover, this captain had provoked this legendary Celestial Dragon! This was death, absolutely death!

Nami didn't believe that her captain could defeat the Celestial Dragons, that was for sure.

What were the Celestial Dragons? They were rumored to rule the world, capable of destroying entire nations with a single word. And I, the captain, was just a lazy, bad-tempered, natural curly.

Facing the Celestial Dragons, this guy must have been frightened to the point of losing his legs, right?!

Nami thought so and subconsciously looked at Sakata Gintoki. She found that he was still picking his nose leisurely, even with a bit of disdain on his face.

Hey, is this guy serious?

Nami's forehead was covered in sweat, and she found it hard to believe. The other party was a Celestial Dragon, a Celestial Dragon as noble as a god! How dare you use such an attitude? Are you really not afraid of death?

"Oh, sorry." Sakata Gintoki flicked the booger off his hand and said calmly, "I didn't expect I would be so accurate."

"You bastard, get down on your knees and apologize to Saint Roswaal!" Before the Celestial Dragon could even begin to speak, the middle-aged man in the bowler hat couldn't sit still. "No! Just an apology isn't enough; you have to cut off your tongue right here!"

hiss.

Hearing this, Nami gasped, feeling a chill run down her spine. Even if the culprit was a jerk like her, even if she was innocent, would this Celestial Dragon let her go?

"Don't make things so bloody, Peter." The Tianlong man said calmly, scolding his servant: "My father once said that we should be merciful when treating others."

"Yes, Lord Roswaal!" Peter nodded quickly and said, "Your father is truly great. He is truly a role model for the Celestial Dragons!"

"Is that so?" Roswaal blinked and said, "But he ended up eloping with a murloc girl, was later expelled from the Red Earth Continent, and was ultimately stabbed to death by me."

"This..." Peter paused, his expression a bit bewildered. However, he reacted quickly enough and quickly changed his words, "Such scum deserves no death! How could such lowly creatures as the murlocs pollute the noble bloodline of the Celestial Dragons!"

"That's right." Roswaal nodded and smiled. "The blood of the Celestial Dragons is the most noble, and no stain can be allowed! However, today a lowly pauper did such a thing. Is it enough to just cut off his tongue, Peter?"

"No, no!" Peter cried out in a cold sweat, "He must be torn into pieces!"

"Yes, that makes sense." Roswaal smiled again and said, "But I'm a kind-hearted person and I can't bear to see anyone get hurt in front of me."

"Don't worry, Master Roswaal!" Peter assured him. "When you leave this shop, he'll be a pulp!"

"That girl over there is pretty good." Roswaal pointed at Nami and said, "Remember to bring her to the zoo. My Pochi loves to eat such tender and beautiful girls."

"I understand." Peter nodded and went straight to grab Nami.

The whole conversation between the two of them was open and honest, so both Nami and Sakata Gintoki heard it clearly. Nami was stunned at this moment, and her legs were weak with fear.

Rumors had it that the Celestial Dragons were brutal and took pleasure in killing. Seeing them for real today, she realized the rumors were exaggerated. These high-handed individuals ignored anyone's wishes and even treated humans worse than animals.

pat.

Peter's outstretched hand was grabbed by Sakata Gintoki, and the bones in his wrist made a crisp crackling sound.

"You, you..." Peter had never expected that someone would dare to resist the Celestial Dragons, and his face was full of disbelief. "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Ah, of course I know." Sakata Gintoki smiled and said, "Gin-san, I'm going to play the role of a butcher today. My task is to slaughter a pig."

Swish.

Before he finished speaking, the person had already disappeared from the spot. Silver light flickered in the air.