Chapter 4 The Strongest Demon Hunter

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

Old man, your ability to make up brains is really good enough.

Roger blinked, but still made an effort to listen.

"According to the literature, Azulie and his teacher Cosimo Malaspina created the Demon Hunter together."

"The specific process has now become an unsolved mystery. It all seems simple, but in the next few hundred years, no one has been able to replicate this process again."

"We're just making minor changes from them," Vesemir continued.

"In order to repair the missing information in recent years, I have visited many places and searched for some information, but I still can't find detailed information about the first trial that year."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and his eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the field.

"But aren't you curious?"

"There is no doubt that their experiment was successful, but with their efforts, who was the first demon hunter born?"

"Is there any documented record of his name?"

After hearing Vesemir's words, Eskar thought for a while, "I seem to have heard some rumors." He opened his mouth, but quickly shook his head again.

"That's just some hearsay, and there is no clear evidence."

Lambert put his arms around his shoulders, "I'm the youngest." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Even you don't know these things, and it's impossible for me to know."

"But based on this alone, you can guess that Roger is the first witcher..." He glanced at Vesemir and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Of course it's more than that."

Vesemir nodded, "Actually, in human history, many powerful warlocks have also studied amazing spells, but among them, the birth of the demon hunter can still be regarded as the most wonderful."

"Many powerful spells are derived from some basic transformations, like our sigils, which are born out of some quick casting skills of warlocks."

"According to the records, Azulie has one of the most acclaimed powerful magic, Azulie's double cross."

"That is a summoning magic. It is said that it can tear through space and summon powerful creatures from another world to fight for him." Having said that, his eyes fell on Roger.

"Roger's power is too powerful. This is far from being solved by drug mutations. Although he looks similar to us, it is very likely that he is fundamentally different from us."

"He is the first demon hunter, but he is more likely to be the template for Azulie and the others to create demon hunters!"

Hearing this, Roger really didn't know what expression to show.

At first he thought that Vesemir was going to arrange a parentage for him, at most he would recognize a father or something.

But now... it's changed.

According to Vesemir, he seems to be the origin of all witchers.

It is their common father.

This brain hole... ahem, it's a bit over the top.

"Template?" Eskar and the two of them stared wide-eyed. At first they refused. Apparently, Vesemir's statement was all his conjecture from the collection of materials, without any conclusive evidence.

But the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. After searching their brains, they couldn't find a reason to refuse.

What made Escal even more convinced was that the kindness he felt from Roger was completely different from other witchers.

Although his eyes were restrained enough, they were enough to be captured by Roger.

What the hell?

Roger couldn't help shivering.

At this time, Vesemir laughed. The old man obviously concealed something, "This is just my guess. Maybe after this winter, Roger will recover his memory."

After finishing speaking, there was a smile on his lips, "To be honest, for us, sometimes it is a happy thing to be able to forget."

As soon as these words were said, there was a brief silence in the field.

Eskar touched the scar on his cheek, it was his accident law,

Lambert pouted.

From the very beginning, he was full of resentment towards the alcoholic father who abandoned him because of accidental laws. He hated everything now, but cherished the relationship with Escal and others.

It's really a contradiction.

It was still early morning, but the sky quickly turned gloomy. Vesemir glanced up, "The temperature this year has dropped faster than in previous years. It doesn't seem long before a snowstorm is coming."

Eskar realized another thing, Geralt would most likely not return to Kaer Morhen this winter.

"Although the temperature has dropped rapidly, it also means that next spring will come earlier." Roger smiled and gave different opinions.

And the situation was indeed as Vesemir had guessed, the sky was completely gloomy just after noon, and amidst the howling cold wind, a snowstorm broke out suddenly.

Soon the snow covered Kaer Morhen and the entire mountain range. Although sufficient firewood and food were prepared, wintering in Kaer Morhen in this weather was not a comfortable thing.

One morning, during breakfast, the crowd failed to find Roger, and then the three searched the entire castle but could not find him.

But at this moment, Lambert saw a huge black shadow coming from a distance through the window of the tower.

It was a strong black bear.

"The weather is so cold, these guys should have hibernated long ago, why are they still wandering outside?"

Although they were puzzled in their hearts, they still quickly came to the vicinity of the tower and got closer. Everyone also noticed the strange posture of the black bear. At the same time, a familiar voice came from near the bear's belly.

"Waste a little time, otherwise I should be able to catch up with today's breakfast."

"Roger?!"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the huge body of the black bear fell to the ground, sunken in the thick snow.

At this time, everyone also saw Roger hiding under the body of the giant bear.

Lambert's eyes widened. The mountains near Kaer Morhen were desolate. Not to mention winter, it was difficult to see animals even in midsummer.

The size of this giant bear is likely to live on a mountain near Kaedwen.

But the distance from there to Kaer Morhen, just thinking about it is enough to make one's scalp tingle, not to mention that he still has to carry such a huge monster on his back.

Roger grinned at Escal.

"As I said, this is a gift from my first visit."

The three looked at each other, especially Lambert, who looked at the body of the giant bear on the ground, and never discussed any topic related to Roger's power since then.

In addition, I don't know if it's an illusion, but Escal always feels that Lambert's attitude is unusually correct when talking with Roger.

Those habitual pettiness and vicious language seemed to be completely wiped from him.

Polite people can not find any faults.

With the unexpected existence of Roger, this cold winter has become less difficult. The giant bear is the first but not the last.

Their food became richer, and Vesemir, an old guy, unexpectedly gained a few pounds. Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone almost subconsciously accepted what Vesemir said before.

The first witcher.

Perhaps the strongest witcher.