"Glad you joined us."

Henrik smiled and shook Roger's hand.

"To be honest, I have always been hesitant. After all, being a witcher is a dangerous job with a very high mortality rate."

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to pull you in." Henrik looked at Roger.

"But I knew from the very first time we were on a mission that you were born to do this!"

"Sharp and patient at the same time, your performance on the last mission is hard to believe, you are only a teenager."

Henrik lavishly praised.

It was rare to see Henrik like this, and for a moment Roger wondered if this guy had any plans for him.

Roger always felt that the drunk and lying state was the real face of Henrik.

"Didn't you say you were going to take me to meet someone?" Roger asked, "When are we leaving?"

Henrik ate the sausage on the plate.

"No, she's already seen you."

"Her?" Roger was taken aback for a moment, then looked around.

"Where?"

"Don't look for it, you won't find it."

He ate the food in the disc and wiped his mouth.

"The person who interviewed me?"

Henrik nodded.

"That's right."

"The person in charge of the city of Bordeaux and the surrounding area."

"She's hiding in the crowd?" Roger was a little curious.

"Young man, this doesn't seem to be something you should care about."

"Snapped!"

Henrik put a stack of documents on the table.

"The mission location is in Mermaid Town."

"I don't know what's going on, that damn place is getting more and more uneven." Henrik muttered.

"Just take a look. According to my guess, it should be just a low-level evil spirit. With the experience of last time, you should be familiar with the road."

Roger collected the information but didn't check it immediately. There are too many people here, so let's read it slowly after returning.

Seeing this scene, Henrik nodded quietly. Many of Roger's performances were impeccable, and many orthodox-trained junior hunters could not achieve his level.

"The vacation is over, I'll see if I can find an excuse then."

With Henrik's income, Roger, who is financially independent, can actually live alone.

Moved out of Andrine's house, and then devoted himself to the business of hunting demons.

He had discussed this issue with Henrik not long ago.

At the time, Henrik rejected him without hesitation.

Henrik told Roger that the excitement of licking blood with a knife can easily lead the witcher into excitement, and the boring real life will become meaningless in the process.

As time goes by, the sense of fragmentation in life will gradually be magnified, and long-term killing and hunting will gradually affect a person's mind.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, from Henrik's words, Roger could guess that terrible things would definitely happen to the hunter who was immersed in killing.

Maybe one day, the witcher will become the prey of others.

After listening to Henrik's warning, Roger's mind became much lighter. He was destined to become a witcher, but again, he was first and foremost a human being.

What's the point of life if it's all about killing and hunting?

My goal is to build a big castle like Kaer Morhen, preferably filled with like-minded friends, whether she is a witcher, a sorceress, a witch, or a banshee, it doesn't matter.

Enjoying life is fundamental.

"Don't worry, we will arrange it for you." Henrik nodded to Roger.

"Believe me, I can definitely send you to Marsh Town with the most reasonable reason."

Henrik stood up.

"Oh, right!"

"This task is very simple, it can be regarded as a separate test."

"If you pass, you can officially start working."

"Wait a minute!"

Roger spoke suddenly.

"The trial task is completed, do you have any money?"

Henrik paused for two seconds before swearing, "Shit, are you so short of money?"

Roger pouted, "I'm the one who wants to buy a big house."

Lots of big houses. Besides, I learned this from you.

On the way back, Roger suddenly thought of the coming of the Holy Son mentioned by Ivy before his death.

"The coming of the Holy Son? Where did you hear that term?"

Henrik narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is it the record of your family?"

Henrik didn't dwell on the question.

"This is the good name given to it by the lunatics of the Three Holy Spirits. Of course, other forces are similar, such as the Chosen Son, the Son of Destiny, and the Son of God."

"Anyway, how tall you get your name."

Henrik drove Roger to Andrine's house.

"Is not it?"

To be honest, the first thing Roger thought of when he first heard the news was himself.

The unknown identity, the blank memory, and the soul from another world seem to match the legendary Holy Son in every way.

"Am I destined to be the man who will change the world?"

But at this time, hearing Henrik's tone, this so-called holy son seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

Henrik sneered.

"It's just a group of executioners."

Henrik stopped the car slowly when he reached the block near Andrine's house, "The struggle between demon hunters and these monsters has never stopped since ancient times."

"Your family's inheritance may be incomplete, and it may not be recorded in this regard, but have you ever thought about how these monsters appeared?"

"Don't they already exist in this world?"

Henrik shook his head.

"Many ancient myths and folktales have their secular roots, and these roots are the so-called Holy Son."

"They are outsiders. I don't know the way to come to this world, but every time it appears, it will affect the surrounding environment."

"Energy becomes active, animals and plants mutate, or some people awaken special talents..."

"And these descendants who cause changes are called the Holy Sons."

"Every time, an organization like the Three Holy Spirits will pounce on them like a shark smelling blood. They capture these descendants, imprison them, dissect them, and study them!"

"How can there be a brave man who saves the world be a so-called son of destiny.
?"

"The reality is cruel. The lucky ones may die in the experiment, and the unlucky ones will live forever, and then repeat the endless experiment!"

"And this is also one of the important sources for them to obtain mysterious rituals and advance to the Transcendence realm."

Henrik lit a cigarette.

"Of course, most of these so-called descendants are not powerful. Even if there are some stronger ones, they will be captured quickly under the crush of technology."

"That's why they are so enthusiastic about finding the Holy Son."

"Of course, there are occasional misses."

"Thirty years ago, a big guy appeared near Bordeaux." He glanced at Roger, "If you are interested, you can check the news."

"That matter has become so big that even the power of the state cannot cover it up."