"Why did you lose your temper all of a sudden? I just became a witcher, and even if the witchers are really all in league with the church, it doesn't have anything to do with me?"

Li Ang was actually a little confused.

Aren't girls supposed to be cute creatures?

Hasn't my sister always been very gentle?

Why did you suddenly become so moody?

Could it be that the legendary relatives are coming?

In Li Ang's head, countless children were crowded in, and big question marks appeared at the same time.

"You think I'm making a fuss?"

Lagaia glanced coldly.

Leon shook his head decisively.

He pondered for a long time and asked, "Sister, do you have a stomachache?" ”

Lagaia looked at Leon in surprise, and just when Leon thought she would be mistaken, her eyes were unconsciously overflowing with smiles.

"That's good. ”

Li Ang squatted down slightly, and Lagaya jumped up lightly.

She stretched out her white arms around Li Ang's neck, buried her head in Li Ang's shoulder, and leaned lightly.

"Tell me a story!"

Lagaia said in a rare childlike tone.

"Good. ”

"Then I'll tell you a story about Cinderella. ”

"Once upon a time there was a filial and kind-hearted girl, and her stepmother and two sisters abused her for a long time and treated her like a maid......"

As he told the story, Leon thought, "Sure enough, he doesn't seem to be so angry."

So did you guess it right?

He secretly sighed that girls are really pitiful, they bleed every month.

Even the most elite Varyag guards of the Byzantine royal family can't bear it if they spend a week every month to continue to bleed, right?

Leon's footsteps were steady, and when they encountered thorny vines blocking the way, they would automatically bypass them.

"Later, Cinderella hears the news that the prince is going to hold a ball, but the stepmother and sisters don't want her to attend, and later she ...... with the help of the beautiful and kind little witch Lagaia"

As Leon spoke, gradually, the sound of breathing behind him became smoother, and he seemed to be asleep.

All the way back to the Tyrion Tree, there were only two minor episodes, and other than that, there were no more waves.

One is that Wen Qi smelled the smell of its blood on the two of them, and lost his temper and lifted the two of them into the lake.

Some time ago, Ms. Angelina came to draw its blood every day in order to concoct a dragon's blood potion suitable for low-order consumption.

Thinking that he is a pure-blooded dragon, a legendary creature that may even break through to a high sequence when he becomes an adult, has actually become a blood-producing machine and is forced to operate, how can he not be angry?

Li Ang didn't care about Wen Qi's behavior at all, but instead said a basket of good words of apology, coaxing Wen Qi so much that he even narrowed his eyes and began to wag his tail.

In fact, he had already planned to make a dragon puppet that could be used as a flying mount and as an aid in battle.

At that time, I am afraid that a lot of raw materials will have to be taken from poor Mr. Wen Qi.

Thinking of this, the expression on Li Ang's face became more and more kind.

The second was that the two of them disturbed Lord Andrew's sleep again, and he blew his beard and glared, took a sharp breath, and then sprayed their faces with mud.

After these two episodes, Lagaia, who was not in high spirits, was in a better mood.

......

Milan, corner of Via Vittoglio.

There is a tavern called "Trees and Fists".

It was late in the evening, and the tavern was supposed to be at its best, but the attendance here was shabby.

Before and after the Black Death, its business was as bleak as ever.

Not only because the price of drinks here is really high, but also because the presence here is so low.

It nests in the far corners of deep alleys, like a rat that deliberately doesn't want to attract attention.

In fact, it is a secret meeting place for demon hunters, and it is also responsible for receiving some of the bounties offered by the church and distributing them to the various demon hunters.

In addition to this, it is also the starting point for the witchers to conduct the Grass Trial.

Behind the yellowed wooden bar was a blonde woman in a voluminous wizard's robe, sleeping on a table.

She is a witch known as the "Saboteur" and the owner of the tavern, Catherine.

As a rare witch who specializes in the "demon genre" and has a similar effect to the witcher, Catherine has made a name for herself in the circle of witchers with her strength close to the top of the middle sequence.

It is said that she is also like a demon hunter, who has a demonic blood transplanted into her body, and once it erupts, she is more demon-like than a demon hunter of the same rank.

In the dimly lit tavern, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes had sat down on a log barrel at some point.

"Mr. Dante!"

She flew in surprise and struck a lip print on Mr. Dante's cheek.

Dante pushed her face away with a blank face: "Don't greet me in such a warm and unrestrained way every time we meet. ”

"Hee-hee, people miss you. ”

She pushed out a glass of amber wine, put her hands on her cheeks, and stared at Dante's side face with affection: "Say, you have always been in the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what is the matter with coming to me this time?"

Dante took the drink, took a sip, and found that it was a sweet juice, so he swallowed it and said, "I took a student." ”

She was surprised: "I haven't heard of it before, when did it happen?"

If you know that Dante, the strongest witcher who has always been alone, has accepted a student, he will definitely set off a big storm in the transcendent world.

Dante said: "About half a month ago. ”

"Oh-oh, I see, he's going to complete his first demon hunt, right, I'll help you filter out the demons with the best natural abilities nearby. ”

Dante shook his head: "It's not the first time you've hunted demons. He's going to take part in the Grass Trial. ”

The smile on Catherine's face froze, she took a sip from Dante's glass, and muttered, "It's juice, why did you start talking nonsense?"

Dante frowned and said, "I'm not drunk, his talent is very good, and in the next three years, he will definitely become the second high-order witcher." ”

"Really?"

She didn't expect Dante to give such a horrible assessment.

"Really!"

"So you want me to take care of him for you, and pick a relatively safe route for him?"

Dante shook his head: "Of course not, I want you to pick the most dangerous route." ”

Catherine couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding?"

Dante shook his head, "I've never joked with you. ”

Catherine said solemnly, "He's going to die." ”

"He won't. ”

Dante repeated in a cold tone: "It's just that he can bear this level of grinding." ”

Catherine tried to calm herself down, and admonished, "Dante, you should be aware of the dangers of the Grass Trial, and although the world is already in danger, I don't want you to be hasty with a witcher who may become a high-order in the future, and force him to a doomed death. ”

Dante chuckled and shook his head: "I forced him, his mother is Lady Angelina, if he doesn't want to, is there anyone in the world who can force him to do anything?"

"Are you mad? How dare you send Lady Angelina's son to his death? she will take the wrath of all the witchers out of it, and no one but you can bear the wrath of the Great Being. ”

Dante reluctantly reiterated: "Isn't it that no matter what I say, you won't believe that I didn't let him die?"

She nodded: "I have just been a demon hunter for half a month, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be qualified to participate in the Grass Trial." ”

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said is really incredible. ”

Dante rubbed his eyebrows and said bitterly, "Then only when you see him will you understand that I am not joking." ”