"Kegistan calendar 1244? Or 1245? It didn't matter, the pain of losing my best friend was too much for me to extricate myself from, my mind couldn't think anymore, but I still hadn't forgotten that I had to take care of what that bastard of Corvaan had given me at the end, it was a necklace box, and to my surprise, there was no necklace in it, but a small ball of light, entangled in some shadows, as if it had life. I felt as if I had some kind of connection with him, just as I was with you, my lady, so cordial and warm. Soon after, when I was in a deep siege, I knew that he was my destiny, my everything, when I saw that mysterious ball of light emitted a strong light, destroying all demons, and then slowly turning into a baby. ”

"As different as this child is, I know that this child will not survive if he does not escape from hell. I went berserk with anxiety, desperately searching for the mighty demon in the hope of using his power to bring us back to the world, and I forgot to even name this cute little one......"

"Finally, I found a demon camp, and I could see that the demon leader was different, he also had a human-like face, which meant that he was extremely cunning, but when I saw him wave his hand and tear through the boundaries of time and space, and open the door to the human world, I understood that he was my prey."

"The humanoid demon smelled of hatred, and he was surprised to see a human being in this scorched hell, and he said that he would generously grant me death, but I would make him understand what it means to be the jungle."

"Before I set off, I hid that lovely kid in a safe place so that I could completely free my powers. My anger must be vented, the demon who resembles the female demon and who will feel the horror of mortals. ”

"The hatred swelled in me, and even the shadows that were usually raging could only tremble and surrender in the face of my hatred, and at this moment I seemed to be the embodiment of darkness, and I took the recurve bow that had been with me for decades from my back, and against the demons that came to me one after another, I did not draw the arrow, but my anger burned into flaming arrows, and my hatred frantically pulled the bowstring, and the flaming arrows that covered the sky and the sun, with the pleasure of my revenge, pierced the panicked demons with great agility. They had never seen the wrath of mortals, and they were terrified. I've never been able to get this out of the way in Wizjata. Every time I pull the bowstring, hundreds of arrows of vengeance rush into the sky, and as long as my revenge is not over, my arrows will not run out. ”

"The demons retreated, surrendered, surrendered to me. The humanoid demon was speechless with fear, and he lowered his proud head in the face of my vengeful godlike form. He told me that his name was Lucian, and that he was the son of Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, who had been ordered to spread their Trinitarianism among the human world and corrupt humanity. And these days he is preparing to invade the world again and revive the cult. But he didn't have that chance, and as I walked through the gates of hell with the child, I left the demon with a wonderful gift - a cluster grenade made by Kovaan. I saw the explosion blow up the demon to powder, and his unwilling soul was dragged into the netherworld. For the first time, I felt that revenge was so wonderful. ”

"Finally, I came back to the world, poor child, he was frightened, those burning skeletons, zombies and monsters, tormenting him in his dreams, I gently comforted this beautiful child, looking at this little life, I was so satisfied. I decided to give him a name, Liszt. He is the hope that Kovaan and I share. ”

"I'm really not very good at taking care of children, I have to be honest, I really want you to be by my side, my dear, although you don't look like you can take care of children, but at least you are better than me? I've thrown this little guy several times, and I hope he doesn't hold a grudge against me when he grows up......"

Liszt's tears unconsciously ran down his cheeks and soaked the parchment, and he read word by word his father's record of their father and son's lives, sometimes laughing, sometimes tears raining down. Looking at this diary, Liszt had a very mixed feeling, he thanked God for allowing him to have someone who loved him so much in another world, and he hated God because his father was taken away before he could enjoy this strong love.

"My son, when you see this, I should no longer be in this world. While taking care of you in a coma, I found that my body was full of holes - the power of the shadow is not something I can control after all, and the long-term use of the shadow has made me grow old before I get old, and I have a hunch that it will not be long before I will usher in my own end. But don't be sad, my child, in this world, the most common thing is life and death, and perhaps, death is the best destination in this world. In my life as a witcher, the constant hunting has taught me that we are nothing more than pawns of heaven and hell, pawns of magic and religion, and under their manipulation, countless innocent people have died tragically, and countless poor souls have no place to return. Children, in this world, either spend this life ordinarily, start and finish well, or completely change the world. Remember, you have to keep yourself, you can't fight for the laws of the Most High, you can't fight for the intrigues of hell, you can't even fight for the innocence and suffering of the world, but you have to fight for yourself! ”

"Kid, if you're going to fight for yourself, this notebook ends with the knowledge of the various witchers I've learned over the years from Vizjata and Hell, which will help you on the path of the witcher. But if you choose to live out this life in peace, then burn this notebook immediately to avoid getting killed. ”

"Son, you have been different since you were a child, you are smart and smart, and no matter what choice you make, your father is behind you.

Love you, Yang

In the year 1251 of the Kegistan calendar, autumn "

Liszt reread it dozens of times before he reluctantly let go of his father's precious legacy. At the same time, in the late autumn twilight when the frost leaves have fallen, the young Liszt silently made a small decision in his heart, no one knows, this seemingly insignificant decision, in the near future, will set off a huge wave that will make heaven and hell tremble.