Great Single Player of the Heavens

After bidding farewell to the dwarves, the girl-hunting team continued to move eastward, trying to reach their destination before war came to their doorstep.

From the mouths of several woodcutters and refugees they met on the road, the group further confirmed the information provided by the dwarf:

A defeated army led by Miwe, the "White Queen" of Livia and Lyria, is fighting a guerrilla war with the Nilfgaardians in the Anglin region, in the lush forests!

"I believe this is gratifying news!" The poet seemed more excited and happy. "Even if those farmers remember the coat of arms wrongly, we are unlikely to encounter the Temerian army. Even if we encounter the guerrillas, we can Muddle through."

"Yes, it's possible." The demon hunter agreed while soothing the emotions of the carrot under his crotch: "However, we still don't always think about trying our luck."

Regis asked curiously: "But aren't they from your hometown? Don't they all call you 'Geralt of Rivia'?"

"Correction, I call myself this to make my name more respectable, and my employer will trust me more."

Hearing this, Lu Qi, who was feeding raw meat to the little griffin in the cage, couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Geralt's approach can be regarded as some kind of compromise with the world.

In this medieval magical world that values ​​family, title, fame and honor, the meaning of a resounding name is very important.

"I understand, then why did you choose Livia?" Regis smiled slightly and then asked.

"I found a few wooden sticks, wrote a few names that sounded very impressive, and then drew lots. This was the advice given to me by my mentor, but this is a story for another time. At first, I insisted on the name "Geralt... Roger Eric du Haut Bellegarde". But Vesemir thought the name was ridiculous, arrogant, and downright stupid. So..."

Geralt's naming method is like a modern person naming "Napoleon Charles Da Vinci Beethoven xxx", which is like stacking a bunch of unrelated celebrity names together. It's very Shocking, and very good.

After thinking about this scene for a while, Lu Qi immediately shook his head, shook off the messy thoughts, and said casually:

"I have to say that your mentor is definitely right."

. . .

Without the interruption of the army,

As well as the cruelty of war, this journey to find Shirley seemed more like a wild outing.

However, reality always likes to pick the moment when you think everything will get better, and give you a hard uppercut on the face...

When the girl-hunting team came to the abandoned woodcutter's cabin and planned to spend the night, Milva, a little red in the team, pulled Regis into the forest.

When the vampire came back alone and boiled some unpleasant herbs in a pot, he summoned the other members into the hut and told them the breaking news:

Milva is pregnant!

"What?!" The poet exclaimed, and then he and Lu Qi looked at Geralt at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me?" The demon hunter stared back angrily, and then defended: "I haven't done anything."

"Indeed, the culprit is not among us. She is already ten weeks pregnant."

"Nonetheless, this is suddenly a responsibility we need to take on. Plus, she has to eat regularly, get enough sleep, and soon won't be able to ride a horse. So, gentlemen, husbands and fathers, this problem needs to be solved."

Looking at the three people who were lost in thought, Regis immediately said:

"Actually, this problem is neither serious nor serious. It all depends on the choice. And Milva's request is for me to prepare a powerful potion for her. She seems to think this is the solution."

"Did you give her medicine?"

Regis pursed his lips and smiled, "Making decisions without telling other fathers? Of course not."

Geralt frowned, pressed his swollen temples, and asked irritably:

"Then you called us together to ask us to vote? For what purpose? To reach consensus and unanimously pass?"

"You know very well why this is." The vampire's deep eyes met the demon hunter's cat eyes and said: "You also realized that there is something that must be done. This is what I do. I think, this is the reason. That’s what we should do.”

"That's so damn right. But, you want me to go? I can't. I'm totally not suitable for this kind of role."

Unlike Dandelion who looked confused, Lu Qi could easily hear Regis' thoughts from the conversation between the two.

Apparently, Regis wanted Geralt to persuade Milva not to abort the child.

Thinking of this, Lu Qi reached out and patted the demon hunter's shoulder, saying in a deep voice:

"I think, Geralt, you should do this. Milva may be rude sometimes. But at times like this, she is a fragile woman and mother, and she needs a man with broad shoulders to help her." Provide support and comfort.”

"What the hell..."

Cursing in a low voice, the witcher stood up, walked out of the hut, and walked towards the forest...

About half an hour later, the witcher returned alone again.

"how's it going?"

"What I can do, I've done."

The next morning, when everyone set out on their journey again, Milva rode at the front with a calm face and a smile.

Regarding this result, the others who were slightly behind on horseback all showed a smile for no reason...

. . .

After convincing Milva to keep the child in her belly, the girl-hunting team soon arrived at the Yaruga River.

On the other side of the river is the area occupied by the Nilfgaard Empire and their destination - the Anglin region.

Between a grove of willows, they found a ferry boat and the hapless boatman and his helper hiding in the bushes.

Under the successive threats from beautiful archers, vampires, and poets, the grim-faced boatman had no choice but to succumb.

After skillfully driving the restless horses to the ferry, Lu Qi did not forget to tell the little griffin in the cage not to be naughty through the spiritual link.

As long as they cross the Yaruga River and reach the other side of the river, they are not far from the Cade Du Forest where the Druid is.

However, someone didn't intend for them to cross the river so easily...

"By the gods! We're doomed!"

Following the boatman's wail, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the alder forest on the other side, and all kinds of armor flashed in the forest.

A moment later the embankment was crowded with cavalry.

"Nilfgaardians! We are doomed! Gods, save us!"

"That's not the Imperial Army. The color of the armor doesn't look like that of the Nilfgaardians..."

However, the already confused boatman did not hear the poet's murmur. Without hesitation, he picked up a hatchet and slashed the traction cable connecting the ferry to the other side!

The next second, Lu Qi's call came too late:

"Don't cut!"

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