First of all, thank you to the ten brothers who are still subscribed, bracket laughs

Then, the book will end on the 30th, because the full attendance is only given for three months, bracket laughs, but the subscription is only for you ten big brothers, so I can't write it anymore.

Finally, thank you to these ten big brothers, anyway, I'm not a eunuch...

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The night is dark, the bonfire next to the carriage is still burning, hanging a piece of lamb ribs, burnt brown color, from time to time dripping grease into the flames, every drop of grease dripping, the air will be filled with an enticing fragrance, the mercenaries in charge of standing guard will glance at where from time to time, and then swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, if it is not for the night to eat enough, they may not be able to help themselves...

"Well, now I believe I can cook."

Fugui inserted a knife into the gap in the ribs, looked at the meat inside, the excess fat had been roasted clean, but the juice in the meat was still there, and after feeling that the time was almost up, he grabbed a handful of a powder similar to cumin, mixed with chili powder and sprinkled it on the lamb chops, and in an instant, the aroma of the barbecue spread like a bomb to the surroundings, destroying the first humans in the world of Faeron to smell this taste.

"Amy, cut the lamb chops into pieces, and everyone will share a little."

A whole lamb chop, Fugui can't eat it, Ciri doesn't eat it, not to mention that Fugui didn't plan to eat alone at the beginning, and took out his treasured spices, which can be regarded as a small celebration after the crisis, to tell the truth last night, he looked calm, but in fact, he was also very scared in his heart, worried that if Ciri was injured or died, it was estimated that he might finish the game, but fortunately, the potion researched by his golden finger was enough to be powerful.

"Want to eat?"

"I want to.."

"Then eat one, I believe that with your demon hunter's digestive ability, it is estimated that there will be nothing left in the end."

"Nope."

Ciri shook her head resolutely.

"I guessed it a long time ago."

Fugui is not forced, he knows that Ciri is thinking about his own safety.

"That's why I made this pot of soup for you."

As he spoke, Fugui pointed to the mutton trotter soup that had been boiling for several hours not far away, and the sheep's trotters were about to melt away.

"And you're going to have to drink a lot of this."

"Why?"

Ciri asked suspiciously, taking a bowl of white soup mixed with the fruit of some plant and the boiled and crumbling sheep's feet, and took a deep breath, unlike the explosive aroma of grilled lamb chops, it was a pure, long taste, as if it could calm her down.

"The lamb's hoof soup is rich in collagen... You don't need what it is, you just need to know that this ingredient makes a woman's skin delicate, of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that collagen can promote the growth of a woman's breasts, it will make it big and elastic.."

“(╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻...”

--- dividing line

On the roof of the carriage, Ciri sat on his knees, his eyes glancing around from time to time, a small codex in one hand and a handy pen in the other.

2385, July 3rd, fine

I swear, I've never had such a good soup in my life.

After writing this sentence, Ciri raised her head and made a round of rounds, writing a diary is her vigil, or a small hobby during the mission, after all, witchers are also people, and it is very boring to be in a lonely environment for a long time, and writing a few strokes when you think about it can be regarded as a diversion of attention.

However, some people drank too much and panicked..

I can't think of it, and I can't figure it out..

Why?

Sheep's trotters can make such delicious food...

I really want to eat lamb chops..

I also want to eat sheep's trotters..

However, I have the ethics of a witcher...

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Ciri couldn't help but smile, she didn't know when it started, it seemed that as long as she thought of that man, she couldn't help but want to laugh, God knows why, she just sold herself for money...

Ciri thought to herself, she hadn't read many books, and she couldn't think of the flowery words that the bards had at their fingertips, she only knew that the month or so long that she had stayed by Fugui's side was the most comfortable month she had since the incident.

It's not because he has money, in fact, as a witcher, her pursuit of money is more to indulge her life, after all, she can't say that one day she will die in some nameless corner, and there is only one 'dog tag' left to prove that she exists, in fact, she prefers 'spiritual food', which is the first word she learned from Fugui, which was mentioned by the two of them when discussing the profession of demon hunter.

Now, Ciri admits this very much, she is now addicted to a special smell of Fugui and can't extricate herself, not the smell of the smell, but a... Manner, attitude, for life..

In him, she can feel a unique temperament that is different from most people, he will not despise a person because of his low status, nor will he be flattered because of a person's noble status, it is that natural feeling that makes her very comfortable and happy, which is a feeling that has never been felt before...

"Knock knock~"

Suddenly, the knocking sound from under her almost made Ciri jump directly, and she even thought that her appearance was seen by Fugui.

"Whew~~"

Taking a deep breath, Ciri, who put away the codex, jumped slightly, grabbed the handle of the carriage with one hand, and the whole person fell on the carriage, just exposing his head to the window, looking at the wealth in the carriage upside down, the lights inside were bright, and the wealth looked a little decadent, don't think about it, he must have used alchemy.

"What's the matter?"

"Is it convenient to come in now?"

"No, my senses will be shielded from the carriage."

"Hmm... Drag me up to the roof of the car. ”

Saying that, Fugui held something in his hand, came to the window, looked at the face of Ciri who was close at hand, and couldn't help but kiss it gently, Ciri didn't resist, just used his waist to exert force, with his own hand, pulled Fugui out of the window, and then swung it hard, sent it to the roof of the car, and he also used this strength to return to the roof of the car.

"Hey, the moon is pretty round tonight."

After Fugui climbed on the roof of the carriage, he lay directly on it, so that he could minimize his goals, and then he saw the round moon, but this time it did not arouse his homesickness, usually only when he did nothing, he occasionally missed his past life.

"Here, this is what I promised you, and it's done."

"It's... What? ”

Ciri reached out to catch what Fugui threw over, and looked at it in front and back, the outer layer was shorts sewn from treated soft animal skin, and the inner layer seemed to be some kind of thin cloth product, and it was very elastic, and the overall look seemed to be a shorts, simple, but exquisite, and the stitches on it made her even more ashamed of herself as a woman.

"The fat of the wind antelope itself has a very strong ability to relax and contract, which is the reason why it can store and secrete oil freely, and then I processed it through a series of more complex alchemy, emptying the oil inside, but also changing its properties, so that it can change from absorbing oil to absorbing water, and at the same time can prevent water loss, and most importantly, it has been preserved, and can be stored for a long time without rotting and deteriorating."

"So I used it as an absorbent material, sewn it into the shorts, when you have urine in the future, you can directly pee out quietly, this special shorts will absorb every drop of urine for you, and it will not make you feel wet, and the absorbent bag inside can be replaced, whenever you run out of one, you can take out the absorbent bag inside, and then replace it with a new one, come, put it on for easy to try it."

“(╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻...”

In the end, Ciri still put on these shorts, to be honest, it was very comfortable, the layer of cloth inside was made of I don't know what material it was, it was very soft and close-fitting, but it wasn't stuffy at all, she was a little reluctant to spoil the shorts, but when she saw Fugui's face, Looking forward to the eyes, Ciri sighed, and the lower half of her body began to exert force, and she also knew that this was really not the bad taste of wealth, an alchemy product was bound to be continuously improved through people's use, just like a clockwork, the original clockwork car and the current clockwork car are not the same at all.

"However, it still feels a little weird, I just can't tell where it is."

After a while, the warm feeling was close to my skin, but there was no overflowing feeling, as dry and comfortable as ever, as if it was an illusion of convenience.

"How does it feel?"

"It's good, whether it's walking or kneeling, and even if you exert yourself, the water doesn't seem to come out."

"That's nature."

Fugui yawned, the fat balls of the wind antelope treated by the alchemy potion had an extremely tough texture, unless they were confined to a limited space, otherwise it would be impossible to squeeze them through the actions of a simple battle, and there would be no water overflow.

"But I feel like I've filled it all at once."

"Be a man, don't be too greedy, you don't want to think about your speed, you can't stop any pants, when the urine bag flies out and smashes the enemy in the face, how embarrassing, eh? Don't tell me, it's an idea, I can make it draggable..."

“(； ￣д￣)...”

...

"The wasteland, it's because of you waste, it's getting more and more chaotic."

The sword flashed, a human head rose to the sky, blood spread like a fountain on the earth, in fact, this wasteland has been dyed red with blood, lying on the ground, there are nearly a hundred corpses...

Shaking off the blood from the scimitar, a woman dressed as a wasteland man couldn't help but sigh, and then, she raised her right hand, and some strange lines slowly began to emerge from her arm, and finally reached her palm.

"Poof!"

A ball of flame suddenly erupted from the palm of the woman's hand, and exploded in an instant after flying a distance of a few meters, enveloping the entire blood-red grass in it, and the blazing flames directly roasted the blood, burning together with the corpses on the ground, and the flames soared into the sky...

--- dividing line

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass, Fugui lying on the roof of the car on his side, there is a thick book on the side, this is about alchemy, from time to time, Fugui will turn a few pages, the so-called live to learn from the old, alchemy, which is equivalent to the earth science system, is endless, so it is very necessary to take a certain amount of time to study every day.

"Ciri, are you sure we're walking in that wasteland with a lot of robbers?"

After a while, Fugui, who seemed to be a little tired, closed the book, raised his head and looked at Ciri, who was kneeling there beside him, they had been in the wasteland for three or four days, and they had seen several tribes from afar, but neither other caravans nor robbers had seen any of them.

"Or is it my luck that the robbers have been resting lately?"

"I don't know."

Ciri shook her head.

"Maybe something happened, but it's a good thing, after all, it's a caravan, not an adventure party."

"That's right."

Fugui shrugged his shoulders, and then kept moving his gaze downward, because of the appearance of diapers, Ciri was no longer wearing a war skirt, but directly wearing the double leather shorts that Fugui sewed for her, the outer layer is shorts, and the inner layer of diapers, as an alchemist, his skills and aesthetics do not need to be questioned, and it is not ugly to wear alone, but it does not match the clothes on the half of her body, so Fugui sewed a set of tight leather armor for Ciri.

So, under the backdrop of this outfit, Ciri's figure can be seen at a glance, especially when kneeling, gravity squeezes the hips, props up the outside buttocks, and produces the most perfect curve for a man, to be honest, this has become one of the few entertainment programs for Fugui in addition to work and study, after all, in this world without mobile phones and networks, there is only this thing left..

"If you can't help it..."

Ciri smoothed her hair.

"It's daytime, and if you hurry, you'll be fine..."

"Phew! Meditate, woman, Lao Tzu has always been the slowest! ”

“(； ￣д￣)...”

"Still, a few touches still..."

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a sound like an explosion came from a distance, and at the same time, there was a sky-high fire, and in an instant, Ciri had already pulled out the steel sword in his hand, protecting it in front of Fugui's body, and at the same time turned on the Eagle Eye Technique to look into the distance.

"I think I know why we haven't encountered robbers in the past few days."

After a few moments, Ciri spoke.

"Someone is killing robbers.."

"Who?"

"It's a bit far away, I can only see a rough one, it should be a witcher... Oh no, she seems to have spotted us. ”

In Ciri's sight, the woman with her back to her in the extreme distance suddenly turned her head and looked at her, even if Ciri couldn't see the woman's eyes at this distance, she had a clear feeling that she was being targeted, and then there was an emotion called trembling, not fear, the witcher's instinct told her that she would never be able to beat that woman, even if she ate the medicine given to her by Fugui, she might not be able to beat her...

"Calm down.."

As an alchemist, Fugui also has a keen sense of observation, so he comforted Ciri at the first time, and it is a taboo for soldiers to mess up in battle.

"I've been hunting robbers, and after killing people, they are burned with flames, obviously to prevent them from becoming weird, or generating a plague, plus we have seen the existence of tribes before, she shouldn't be the kind of person who kills people indiscriminately, so, even if we really can't beat her, as long as there is the possibility of communication, there is no need to worry too much."

"Hmm."

Ciri nodded.

"It's really not good, I'll run with you, there's a gravity potion, I don't think it's a big problem to run away, she's coming to us."

"Everyone, on alert!"

Suddenly, Ciri stood up and yelled.

Hearing this, because of Ciri's absolute position in the team, the mercenaries immediately began to act, those with shields took shields, those with bows and arrows took bows and arrows, and some cooperated with Ah Fu to tow the vehicle, so that it would form a circular shape, so as not to be attacked on their backs.

"Whew~~"

Then, Ciri, who had sent Fugui back to the carriage, stood on the roof of the car, took a deep breath, holding a steel sword in one hand, and the other hand was gently suspended near her lower abdomen, and if there was a problem, she would drink the 'gravity potion' as soon as possible.

In the distance, women on horseback were rushing towards them at a very fast speed, which was why they did not run away, in fact, the only thing any caravan could do after encountering a robber was to fight, and it was impossible to escape, after all, the cart of goods was there.

"Look at the looks... It seems to be a waster. ”

In the carriage, he was so rich that he was not as nervous as Ciri, he was not afraid of the other party's strength, he was only afraid that the other party would not give him a chance to communicate, so now he was in the mood to use the binoculars he made to observe the woman riding a horse in the distance.

Riding a horse with the bloodline of a demonic beast that is worth a lot of money at a glance, otherwise it would not have such a terrifying speed, looking at the age of more than twenty, but this is not accurate, the witcher is difficult to guess the real age because of the alchemy potion, dressed as a wasteland person, with a belt around his waist and a steel sword on his back, or some other weapon, it looks like a witcher, but it is a pity that the ability of wealth is useless with a telescope, it must be that person, that thing is near him, he can observe her specific information.

"Isn't it, feeling so sharp?"

Fugui only glanced at it a few times, and the witcher glanced at him, and he also had a feeling that she saw herself.

"Ahem~ beauty.. Hello? ”

Fugui coughed softly and tried to say to the woman in the distance, of course, just wiggling his lips and not making a sound, after all, it was so far away, she couldn't hear it, and it was easy to distract Ciri.

"Damn, she can really see it!"

Through the binoculars, Fugui saw clearly, the woman grinned, seemed to smile, and then also opened her mouth and moved her mouth a few times, but Fugui knew that this was not said to him, and the direction of her gaze should be Ciri on the roof of the car.

"Lift the guard."

On the roof of the car, Ciri suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and yelled.

"She is an honorary lifetime member of the Witcher's Guild, the Great Witcher Gagir."

Hearing this, Fugui felt a little cool breeze on the back of his neck, the big demon hunter, each of them is the existence of the megatron side, and he even thought that he should not have any intersection with such a person in a short period of time, and he ran into it.

"Fortunately, there is no mouth."

Thinking of this, Fugui couldn't help but be a little glad, in the years of Faerun's teaching, under the teaching of the nobles, he didn't like to joke as much as in his previous life, otherwise if he said something else, he wouldn't die, and the bitterness would definitely be inevitable, the big demon hunter, that is the existence of the empire will be in awe.

"It's just that how can such a person hunt robbers in the wasteland? That's a cannon to fight mosquitoes."

Fugui frowned slightly, a little unintelligible, of course, he didn't think about it, people who have reached this status, what people want to do, then do it.

After a while, the woman named Gagir rode to Fugui's convoy, and with a pull of the reins in her hand, the war horse under her crotch made a low sound similar to the roar of a dragon.

"Rock City Witcher Guild Witcher, Ciri, has met His Excellency the Great Witcher."

Seeing that Gagir had stopped, Ciri jumped off the roof of the car, stepped forward, and held his chest with one hand.

"You don't have to be nervous, I just came to talk to you about a business, and buy a set of clothes by the way, these days have been dusty, and the clothes on my body are already a little unwearable, and besides, you hired a demon hunter?"

"Ahem, beautiful lady Gagir, I believe in Ciri."

Fugui walked out of the carriage in a sneer, to be honest, there is really a sense of oppression in the face of the big demon hunter, not some mysterious and mysterious overlord, pure as if a higher-level creature is looking at the feeling of a low-level creature, fortunately, she has no malice, otherwise it is estimated that it is just a thought, ordinary people like herself even struggle to stand, it is hard to imagine how powerful those mages will be before the magic tide falls...

"That.. To tell you the truth, we don't sell clothes, and we don't have clothes in the car that fit your figure, but if you don't dislike it, the contemptible man is an alchemist, and I can sew a set of clothes for you from animal skins, you see, like the one that Ciri wears. ”

"Oh?"

Fugui said this, Gagir showed a curious expression, she was still strange, she had traveled south and north for so many years, and she had never seen this style of clothes in Ciri, to be honest, if a woman wore it, it really reflected the beauty of a woman's figure, but it was not the eroticism in the Nightingale Pavilion.

"You're an alchemist. No wonder.."

Gagir seemed to answer the question, but Fugui knew what she meant, and probably guessed that he should be able to refine some kind of potion.

"Please, the leather is ready-made, and it won't be long before I can make the clothes for you."

"No need, I'm covered in blood, just wait here."

"Bloodstains?"

Fugui's eyes turned, and the corners of his mouth picked a few times.