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Chapter 39: Ciri: Sing a song about my old father on the spot

Looking at Geralt's clean and neat sword, Matt, who was about to say something, stood there with his mouth open.

American superheroes are somewhat virginal and have never seen such a neat and clean scene.

Not to mention Matt, even Ciri was a little surprised. In Ciri's impression, Geralt was not gentle and kind, but he was definitely not a guy who loved killing. In Geralt's own words, he wanted to be a good person so that he could have many friends. And now... she was not surprised by Geralt's killing of Imlerith, but what really surprised Ciri was the indifference and determination shown by Geralt in the process.

That feeling, rather than killing an enemy, was more like killing an enemy who had been waiting for a long time.

After putting away his sword and feeling Ciri's slightly puzzled gaze, Geralt pursed his lips and said, "If I hadn't come to this world, when we returned to Kaer Morhen, he would have killed Vesemir in the battle..."

"..."

After hearing Geralt's words, Ciri nodded thoughtfully. She didn't ask too many questions. The trust between the father and daughter didn't need too much explanation. Or, there were other things to do now.

Meanwhile, Ron stared at the body of Ilerius and said with some disappointment, "Poor Ilerius, because of this damn frost, the body got cold so quickly, there was no chance to eat it while it was still hot..."

As he spoke, Ron clapped his hands and said, "Mingnu, clean up the scene."

"As you command." Hearing this, Mingnu's figure appeared behind Ron again, and then the Infinite City opened up, swallowing up Ilerius's body instantly. As for the bodies that were smashed in the middle by Ilerius during the battle, Ron ignored them and just put them on the roadside between the Infinite City's swallowing and spitting, so that the scavengers of Hell's Kitchen could deal with them as soon as possible tomorrow.

While in it, Ciri only felt strange fluctuations in the surrounding space - this kind of fluctuation was very familiar to Ciri, it was the spatial fluctuations generated when crossing the world. However, it was different from the uncomfortable feeling when crossing the barriers of the world. This was gentler and shorter. Rather than crossing to another world, it was better to say that he entered a special space in this world.

The space around him suddenly turned into a strange place full of doors and tatami mats, and then he returned to the streets of Hell's Kitchen with a feeling of weightlessness. The two spaces swallowed and spit out, and the streets that were originally covered with blood and flesh became brighter.

The scattered bodies were neatly stacked on the side of the street, while Imlerith's body and the blood splattered on the wall disappeared.

No, not only the blood on the wall, but even the blood splashed on everyone's bodies disappeared. Although the injuries were still there, it felt like taking a shower.

This was not the first time he had experienced such a thing, so Matt just curled his lips and guessed that the blood around him should have entered Mingnu's stomach.

"Keep that tin canned body for me, don't touch it."

"As ordered."

Nodding, Mingnu turned and hid in Ron's shadow. Although she didn't say anything, Ron could guess that Mingnu was a little disappointed. After all, the corpse of a strong man like Ileris was always a great tonic for a creature like her who feeds on humans.

But now, all he can do is lick the leftovers that fall on the ground.

But so what?
Don't want to do it anymore? Oh, I'll refine it into Blood Echo later. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who will do it!

Thinking about it this way, Ron felt a little heartbroken - Damn, he bought a portable garbage cleaner with thirty system coins. If he had known that system coins could be exchanged for umbilical cords, he would definitely save them up!

Seeing Ron rubbing his chest in pain, Geralt, Matt and others beside him said that they were not surprised and had no intention of comforting or asking questions. Especially Matt, Geralt might not understand it very well, but Matt, who spent a month observing the mental hospital after completing the Blood Echo Enhancement, knew it very well. It is best not to pay attention to Ron when he is in a bad mood, so as not to be troubled by him...

In response, Ciri said to Geralt: "No matter what, we'd better leave here first. The Wild Hunt knows I'm in this world, and they will arrive soon!"

Having said that, Ciri also glanced at the people present, and after confirming that Ron was more like the leader here, he simply said:
"When the Wild Hunt arrives, the White Frost will follow. By then, everyone in this world will become the Wild Hunt's slaves. After the last bit of value has been squeezed out, the entire world will be covered in white frost, and the surrounding planets will be frozen into dead ice!"

Ciri said it very forcefully, but Ron just curled his lips: "It sounds pretty cool, don't you think? Shopping bag."

"I think so too." Ancient One's voice came from the air beside him, which also made Ron clench his fists.

Ron: "Fuck! I knew you were spying!"

Ancient One: "What do you mean by peeping? I am the Supreme Sorcerer. If there are guests from other worlds, what's wrong with me personally taking care of them?! But where is the body in the tin can? Hurry up and give me a share."

"No!" Ron said, "I built this kingdom for you, why should I give it to you?"

"Matt is from our world. I'm the magic boss of this garbage can universe. I should be the one giving it to you!"

"Nonsense! I picked it up!" Ron said disdainfully, "I thought no one would want this tin can if I just threw it on the ground, and Matt didn't say anything, so how come it's yours now?"

"Well, New York does have a nickname called Xinxiang, so it doesn't make any difference."

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but before he could move, a restraint suddenly came from his blood, and then the transparent world started to operate on its own, and the vocal cords that were forcibly judged as unnecessary were immediately shut down.

"Huh? Wuuu? Uh, ah?!"

Seeing Ron's shameless behavior, Ancient One also opened a small space door, glanced at Matt and said with disgust: "Luckily you used the power of your clan for this! I think you have been planning this for a long time!"

"What do you mean by long-planned?" Ron curled his lips. "I presided over Lawyer Ma's Blood Echo Ceremony, and I know the transformation process of the ceremony very well. And with Matt's current proficiency, does he still need the power of his clan? Fully activating the sensitivity will at least increase by fifty to a hundred times, right? I feel sad for Matt's future wife."

As he spoke, Ron smacked his lips twice, and looking at the speechless Matt, he said with some regret and expectation: "It would be great if the abandoned universe was a personality-changing universe. This sensitivity appeared on the female Daredevil who only does chivalrous deeds at night and wears a tight leather jacket... hehehe."

Hearing this, Matt couldn't help but roll his eyes. After feeling his vocal cords recovering, he realized why they recovered so quickly. He looked at the smiling old man Gu Yi with gratitude, and couldn't help but complain:
"Anyway, your idea is too bad! With a hundred times the perception, even a gust of wind is enough to make people lose their spirits."

"Nonsense!" Ron curled his lips: "He's 3,000 times more sensitive to magic ninjas, but after being doted on by Dado, he still pulled up his pants and killed them all like nothing happened. You should learn from him!" "Just listening to me makes me lose the desire to learn..."

There were too many flaws in Ron's words, and Matt didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only show a helpless expression to Ancient One, indicating that he, a guy with a sense of shame, really couldn't compete with Ron, such a shameless B.

Gu Yi seemed calm and composed: "It's ok if you don't want to give it to me. Then you can handle it yourself when the white frost comes."

Seeing Ancient One sitting on the Diaoyutai with composure, Ron snorted lightly, but didn't say much. He snapped his fingers, and then Mingnu respectfully presented half of Ileris's body.

“What about the division of responsibilities?”

"It's still the same. I'll leave the Wild Hunt to you and leave the rest to me." As he spoke, Ancient One sighed helplessly: "I finally have a peaceful life day after day, and now it has to start again..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a random stroke. Then a golden spell wrapped around half of Imlerith's body and dragged him into Kamar-Taj on the other side of the space gate.

"Then I'll leave the rest to you. I still have things to do." After the words fell, the space door closed and Ancient One disappeared. Watching this scene, Ciri on the side hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Who was that just now?"

"Master Ancient One, the Supreme Sorcerer of this world. Although this guy is annoying, you have to admit that his power far exceeds that of anyone you have ever met, including me. If the Wild Hunt were used as a unit, I guess they would be almost dead after they vented their anger."

Waving his hand, Ron said casually: "It's just the Wild Hunt. There should be no need for Ancient One to take action personally. He will handle things on a more macro level."

After hearing Ron's explanation, Ciri couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and a gurgling sound came out of her throat. Although Ciri had already realized that the world might not be as simple as she thought because of Geralt's strange attitude, it was not until she met the Ancient One that Ciri realized how ridiculous her thoughts were.

When she first saw him, Ciri was still unsure. But this time, Ciri was sure that the ancient blood in her body lost its effect the moment the Ancient One appeared. Even if her physical strength recovered, she could not regain her perception of the surrounding space. That feeling was like a nail. The moment the Ancient One appeared, the surrounding space had already been anchored, making all the abilities of world travel ineffective.

"Then what shall we do next..."

"Let's go back to the base first." Geralt suggested, "It's a good thing you're here, Ciri. Once you join the team, you'll understand everything."

Although he said that he would be able to understand everything by joining the team, in fact, even now, Geralt's face was still full of emotion, and it was obvious that he did not really understand everything as he said.

But it didn't matter. After all, Ron was only a half-baked captain, and the entire hospital team was a makeshift group. They were just trying to make some system coins to make a living, and it was enough to understand the basics.

Feeling the strange attitude of the crowd, Ciri felt that she had a lot to complain about in her heart, but after thinking about it, she nodded and followed Geralt and others back to the hospital.

Watching everyone leave, Matt scratched his head in confusion - what about me? No one cares about me?
After standing there alone for a while, Matt shook his head somewhat unhappily, then ran back to the alley, changed his clothes and prepared to go home to rest.

On the way back, Ron looked up at the sky and said unhappily, "It seems that we need to prepare some insurance measures for the hospital in the future."

"For example?" Geralt glanced at Ron, followed Ron's gaze to the sky, and said, "Is it to prevent the Ancient One from spying?"

"Forget about Ancient One. He is a native of this world, so we can't block him from spying on him. But the hospital is very safe. It is the teleportation anchor point of the World Tree. It's okay for Matt to sneak in or force his way in, but any other methods such as using space or magic will be rejected by the system."

"So what kind of insurance measures should be taken?"

"Plant a circle of cotton along the outer wall of the hospital to stimulate the fear hidden in the blood of the boiled egg."

"what?"

Back in the hospital, Ciri officially joined the team with the help of Geralt and mastered the third-level subsystem.

At the moment when the system received the information, Ciri looked at the dazzling array of goods on the wall. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but be slightly startled. Then she looked at Geralt hesitantly and asked, "What are these... huh?"

Feeling his daughter's doubts, Geralt rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "In fact, I have not been in this world for long... Counting the time when I officially joined the team, I am only a few hours earlier than you."

As he spoke, Geralt also said simply: "I sent you the system coins, spend them sparingly, and make sure you are sure they are useful to you before you buy them."

As he spoke, Geralt gave Ciri forty of the fifty system coins in his account.

Watching the interaction between Geralt and Ciri, Ron on the side also said curiously: "Why did you give all the money to Ciri? If you don't want it, you can give it to me."

"Because it doesn't do much in my hands."

Without paying attention to Ron's sincere words, Geralt on the side shook his head helplessly and said:
"Demon hunters have stronger physical strength, endurance, power, and nerve reflexes, but they are still human in nature. They need to rest when they are tired, they bleed when they are injured, and they will die if their necks and hearts are cut. If the same 10 system coins can increase my strength by 30, then Ciri can increase it by 40, or even 50 or ."

"Geralt..."

Looking at her father's expression, although she didn't have a detailed understanding of the system currency, but looking at Ron's attitude, Ciri could guess that this thing must be very precious. And now, Geralt gave it to her without hesitation, which made Ciri purse her lips.

"Maybe we don't have to do this?"

(End of this chapter)