Geralt always rode on a horse named "Radish." He and "Radish" were very close. As long as he whistled, "Radish" would appear in front of him and let him ride it, no matter where it was.
Cirilla and Olivia would share another horse. Geralt was very concerned about his daughters, so he always used the "Akxi Mudra" to control the wild horse, so that the horse would not be startled and throw his daughters off its back.
That's right. Geralt was short of money. He could not afford to tame a good horse. He could only control a horse in the wild for Cirilla and Olivia to ride.
Sometimes, Geralt felt helpless. He had always felt that he had a lot of money. How did it disappear without him knowing? Was it because he was too addicted to Gwent? But he clearly thought of himself as a Gwent expert!
Now that he was no longer alone, he had two adopted daughters. He couldn't spend money recklessly like before. He had to be careful with his spending and earn money for the milk powder … No, his daughters didn't need to drink milk anymore. In short, no matter how hard it was for him, he couldn't let his daughters suffer!
This was especially true for his youngest daughter, Olivia. Geralt hoped to see the proud little princess that was full of vitality again. However, after the "Massacre of Cintra," Olivia could no longer return to her previous carefree state. That was not a normal reaction.
Once again, Ermion used her acting skills. She put on a forced smile. It was obvious that she was faking it, but Geralt could not bear to expose her. As a foster father, his heart ached for his two daughters even more.
More than once, he had thought that it would be better if he had taken them away from the "Law of Surprise." Who would have thought that the war would be so cruel?
Therefore, no matter what, Geralt wanted to be a good father. He wanted to make up for the fatherly love that his daughters had missed since they were young.
At this moment, Cirilla, who was on horseback, hugged her sister from behind. The tip of his nose was filled with her sister's scent. They were always together, and Geralt didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.
Geralt even felt that it was natural. He had heard Olivia vividly describe how she and Cirilla had survived together, and how Cirilla had saved her dying sister. Such a deep bond made them never want to be separated.
Otherwise, one of them would have left with Geralt, and the other would have been adopted by a merchant family. She might not be rich, but she could live a happy and peaceful life.
Cirilla urged her horse forward along the riverbed with her heels. They passed through another gully and stepped onto a mountain road.
From there, they could see Kaer Morhen squeezed between a pile of stone walls. The walls had collapsed, leaving only the tripod, the tower, the gate, and the heavy, thick cylindrical main tower.
Kaer Morhen, in the ancient language, also meant Fortress Ancient Sea. was named after the place where the castle was built. There were many fossils of sea creatures in the rocks of the mountains.
This fortress stood at the edge of the civilized world, located in the Blue Mountains of the Kingdom of Kodwin in the Northern Territories. It had been forgotten by the world for a long time, and very few people knew the way to the fortress.
This was the castle where the witchers trained, and also their home.
The fortress had experienced its glorious era. Now, its main structure, defensive walls, and trenches had fallen into disrepair. Cold winds blew through its spacious hall, and only a few witchers lived here.
But in that era, many young boys received the infamous demonic training of Keir Morhen.
Many years ago, there used to be 23 witchers and 40 students living in Kaer Morhen. However, a group of fanatical haters, provoked by the public slander of the witchers of various schools, attacked the fortress. With the help of the warlocks, these fanatics took over the castle and slaughtered all the demon hunters in the castle. Vesemir (Geralt's teacher) survived by hiding under the corpses, and a few demon hunters who were out for work escaped the massacre.
Now, the corpses left in the castle trenches and under the bridge were a reminder that the massacre was caused by the hatred of the ugly.
Now, the castle was in ruins, and it became another forgotten refuge in the world. Only the last batch of witchers lived here. They would usually return to Kaer Morhen in winter, and set off to other parts of the world in spring.
This was the base camp of the witchers of the School of the Wolf, and Geralt was one of the core members. His charisma made the other witchers of the School of the Wolf very friendly to him. They saw him as a close friend, because Geralt was the kind of person who could trust his back.
At this time, in the ruined castle, only Vesemir had returned. The other witchers of the School of the Wolf had not yet returned. Geralt had also returned earlier than usual because he had decided to adopt his two daughters.
Vesemir was the oldest and most experienced witcher in the whole continent. He was the last master of the School of the Wolf who had mastered the secret of the Trial of the Grasses. He was also proficient in swordsmanship and swordsmithing. Almost all the witchers of the School of the Wolf were his disciples. He treated them like his own children, and they saw him as their father.
Of course, a legend among legends like Vesemir was also on the Gwent deck. He was a neutral card, but his battle points were only 6, probably because he was too old …
In fact, even though Vesemir looked like an old man, his understanding of battle techniques and years of accumulated battle experience made him not inferior to any young witcher.
His words on the Gwent deck were: "If you are going to be hanged, ask for a glass of water first." Who knew what would happen before they brought the water?
When Geralt saw Vesemir coming out to greet him, he of course gave him a warm hug.
The two girls, Cirilla and Olivia, were naturally shy. The castle of Kaer Morhen was a little too run-down. It did not look like a good place …
Olivia was fine. She just thought of it as exploring the map. That's right. As long as she had never been to a place before, the map would be recorded in the system. Of course, exploring the map would also reward her with skill points. Therefore, she thought that she could take advantage of her youth to travel around with her new, cheap father Geralt. Wouldn't it be great to explore the map and hunt monsters at the same time?
In the future, when she took control of the country, she would start farming and producing more soldiers. With an accurate map, war would be as easy as hacking. Who could stop her army?
Cirilla was still a little weak. She was now very cautious. Even when Geralt was full of kindness towards her and her sister, she still remained vigilant.
Now, there was an old, fierce-looking witcher. Coupled with the ruins of the castle behind him, she felt as if she and her sister had been brought to a devil's den …
Perhaps only time could slowly heal the wounds in Cirilla's heart. She could only say that it was fortunate that her most important sister, Olivia, was still alive and by her side. Otherwise, she could not imagine how strong she would have to be in order to live on.
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