"Grab my robe."

John let out a low sigh and raised his left hand to knock the blood cat's body flying.

His eyes turned vertical, and two high-pitched, baby-like cries rang out in the darkness of the night.

John casts a super-sense spell to find the traces of the blood cat.

These creatures are completely unaware of their existence unless they are seen with the naked eye.

"The fur can also be insulated from probing."

John's eyes narrowed, and the one that was in a hurry to attack just now swept its tail to the reeds for John to catch.

Ciri grabbed the corner of John's coat and followed him closely.

"Looks like I've made a mistake." John said lightly, "I should have let you go." ”

"Don't underestimate me." Ciri said.

John unfastens his bearskin cloak and drapes it all over Ciri.

"This cloak has some defense, it won't let you be killed all at once, and it won't let you be burned."

"Burned?" Ciri was stunned.

John's eyes quickly swept over the reeds, and since he couldn't find it, he forced it out directly.

He drew his wand, "Flames"

An ancient whisper rang out, leaving Ciri stunned.

It made her inexplicably familiar.

Immediately afterward, she understood why John said she wouldn't be burned.

Flames floated from the tip of the staff, turning the swift reeds into a sea of fire.

Reeds are inherently flammable, and they can't be stopped.

A terrible cry was heard again from the reeds that had been caught in flames.

John locked on immediately.

He raised his left hand, and a shockwave destroyed all the shelter in front of him.

A cat with blood-brown fur was exposed, and the upper of his shoes had lines that glowed purple.

Ciri saw John disappear in front of him, and the next second, the screams of the baby's crying slammed into his eardrums.

John kicked the bones of the bloody cat and cut off the bloody cat's head with his sword.

The second blood cat died.

Ciri's face was beaming, and before she could be happy, she felt a deadly sensation coming from behind.

Just as she felt death imminent, she took a step forward.

The hot pain made her can't help but exclaim.

There was a terrible scratch on the bearskin.

Looking back, a bloody cat with flames burning on its body let out an unwilling roar.

It was about to attack, when a silver light passed through its neck.

The silver sword is driven into the ground, and the blood cat is killed.

John walked over and lifted Ciri's cloak.

The claw marks on the cloak didn't penetrate the bearskin, but the impact still damaged Ciri's back clothes.

"It's fine, but the clothes are a little broken." John pulls Ciri up.

Ciri hurriedly wiped her hands behind her back, and she was sad to touch the broken place.

It was the clothes that Ciri had worn from Sintra, not to mention the value, it was one of the few things she could think of Sintra.

"Back to Normal"

Ciri was grieving herself when she heard John's whisper.

She looked at the wand and the wounds on her clothes were repaired.

It was magic she hadn't seen from a court wizard.

John repaired her clothes, cast a supersensory spell to make sure there were no monsters around, and reached out to Ciri.

Ciri was stunned, not knowing why.

"My cloak." John pointed and gestured that he could give it back to himself.

Ciri took a deep breath and, for some reason, suddenly felt John become annoying.

The emotion of being protected just now disappeared without a trace.

Solved the blood cat, the sky has completely darkened.

John lit up the seventh rune.

He walked back with Ciri, and he couldn't let Ciri go back alone.

This time, though, he didn't ride a horse, leaving Ciri to sit on it, and he chose to walk on his legs. m.

"What's your name?" Ciri suddenly became curious about this man.

She asked curiously, "Why do you kill monsters everywhere?" ”

"There's some sort of mission," John said casually, leading his horse down the trail, "and my name is Adani." ”

"Adani?" Hearing the name, Ciri felt a little familiar.

She found that although it was dark, John was completely unaffected.

The two of them walked to Ciri's adoptive mother's house.

"Whew——!"

A wolf howl stopped John.

He looked up, and in the moonlight, a white wolf with a silver glow was looking at it from a distance.

"What's that?" Ciri's eyes widened.

"That's some kind of guidance." John had a sense that he might not be back soon.

Ciri didn't understand what John's guidance meant, and the white wolf quickly vanished.

They return to Ciri's adoptive mother's house, and when they see Ciri return safely, Christine finally lets go of her hanging heart.

"Traveler, why don't you rest here for the night?"

Thanks to John for providing venison for the family, Christiede invites John to stay for one night.

She is a kind woman, otherwise she would not have adopted Ciri as an adopted daughter.

John was about to refuse, when he saw Polo staring in one direction.

He looked over and saw that there were freshly plucked carrots in the stables in this house.

"Okay, I'll pay." John pointed to the turnips and said, "I'll buy them for a penny." ”

Christine was about to refuse, but John put the gold coin down.

He put the turnip in front of Polo.

Polo crunched and crunched.

Christade's son came out, and when he saw John with a sword, he was equally vigilant.

When Christede tells him about John's deeds, he asks Ciri in disbelief.

"Did he really kill those three weird cats?"

Ciri nodded, and after receiving the reply, his son was full of adoration for John.

He wanted to touch John's sword, but John advised him not to.

He had no choice but to give up.

Christine served venison with red wine for a delicious meal.

The smell is so appetizing that even Ciri hasn't tasted it for days.

Watching the children gobble up, Christiede felt proud.

John came in with his face washed outside, and he washed away the dust of this time of eating and sleeping, revealing a youthful face.

The three members of the family were a little stunned.

John's composure is often forgotten for his age.

"How old are you?" Ciri couldn't help but ask.

"Fifteen." Wiping his hands, John picked up a piece of venison with a fork and put it in his mouth.

Christine subconsciously looked at her son, who was about the same age as herself and herself.

John really didn't act like an ordinary person.

Chewing on the venison, John vaguely said, "I'll pay for this dinner." ”

Ciri thought it was strange that John didn't leave the fees and transactions in every word.

When he heard that he was rich, his son's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you need to wash the horse?" ”

"It's a good idea," John chuckled, "and I don't mind paying if your craft satisfies me." ”

Christiede's husband was a businessman, and her son combined his father's blood well.

He immediately ate the venison and ran to the stable to prepare the tools for washing the horses.

Polo was waiting, washing away the dust from his body and making a comfortable snort.

Originally, the son had some objections to his mother bringing back an adopted daughter of unknown origin, but after eating venison, he was gone.

He doesn't hate Ciri, he just hates adding to the burden on his family.

After John had finished a venison dinner, he wiped the corners of his mouth and habitually took out a gold coin from his small bag and put it down.

Helpless, Christiete asked John to take the gold back.

The venison was given by John, who simply turned it into food himself.

Ciri is also more curious about John, who is different from everyone else she knows.

At this time, the son of the horse was also working hard to clean Polo.

A meteor-like fireball swept across the sky and slammed into a fortress in the distance.

The family was stunned, and they looked up.

Christine whispered, "It's Nilfgaard." ”

That fireball was the first signal.

It heralded the official start of this war.

John was watching the fireball fall, when suddenly the silver sword shook slightly.

He drew his silver sword and saw the runes above light up and flicker.

"War?" He groaned.

Ciri noticed this and asked in a mysterious voice, "Are you leaving?" ”

John was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

He had a hunch that this war might be the time for him to leave.

Pulling the silver sword back, John pulled out a bag from his handbag.

Heavy inside was a bag of gold coins, which he put on the table.

If he guessed correctly, he wouldn't have been able to bring them back.

Let it disappear, it is better to leave the family behind.

Christet was startled by his movements, and the gold coins frightened the woman.

"Let's just think of it as fate." He snapped his fingers, and Polo in the stable ran out, and his son couldn't pull it.

Raising his hand to put it on, Polo's wet body quickly dried out, and John mounted his horse.

When he saw Ciri, he always felt that this girl was very special.

Throwing a ring from his bag, John smiled at her, "Use this to protect yourself and your family." ”

With that, he rode away on horseback.

Ciri subconsciously grabbed the ring and chased it towards John, she shouted, "Adani! ”

It's a pity that John has left, leaving Ciri with a sense of loss in her heart.

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Some people died, but not completely......