Simulate the heavens from Faerûn

Chapter 143 Destined Meeting [Two in one 8k chapter, please subscribe]

The merchant Yurga, alone on a rickety bridge, was repairing his carriage.

The carriage became stuck on a rotten plank of the bridge, and beneath it lay a dry river bed covered with nettles and strewn with human corpses.

To make matters worse, Yurga could hear the sound of horse hooves approaching. He was afraid of the arrival of bandits. Without raising his head, he swallowed the scream in his throat and quickly hid under the tarpaulin of the carriage, praying for help. Escaped.

The horses slowly approached, the road was on rotten, moss-covered wooden boards, and Yugal looked at the horses' hooves.

But the man on horseback stopped and seemed to hear the noise under the carriage, and the rider said to the carriage.

"Come out, I don't mean any harm."

"Relax! Carrot! Come out, friend, your disguise is terrible."

The hoarse voice was full of charm and reassuring. Yugar thought for a while and prayed to the gods he knew.

He was trembling and decided to try his luck. He got out from under the carriage, looked at the rider and said, "So can you help me?"

The rider has long milk-white hair, tied back with a belt, and wears a black sheepskin coat.He didn't look at Yugar, he just turned sideways on the saddle and looked at the carriage wheels and the axle stuck in the gap in the bridge.He raised his cold eyes and scanned the businessman.

The rider looked at the big carriage and said, "We two can't lift it. Are you traveling alone?"

Yurga muttered; "No, I originally had two servants, sir. Profy and Will, two cowards, left me here and ran away."

"In this case, there is nothing you can do. Otherwise, you can leave the car and go to a safe place. There are so many corpses under the bridge that can easily attract monsters." Geralt suggested, "It's time for you to run away. There is still time.”

Yurga looked around. Skulls, ribs, and shins were scattered among the burdocks and nettles of the dry riverbed.

The black eye sockets made his scalp numb, and the broken teeth and bones made him almost collapse. His remaining courage was as strong and gorgeous as a candle in the strong wind, and was about to be extinguished.He felt that if he stayed for a while longer, he would be unable to resist running away.

"What are you waiting for?" The rider turned his horse's head and looked at him, "Waiting for dusk? It's too late. They will take you away after dark. Come on, get on your horse, Follow me and get out of here as soon as possible.”

"No... no, no! This carriage is worth at least a whole year's income..." Yurga's voice trembled, but she still refused the proposal, "I would rather die! than abandon them... "

"It seems you don't know where this place is." The rider said in a cold voice, pointing to the nearby corpses.

"If you don't abandon the carriage, you won't be able to save your life even if you sit on King Dezmund's treasure until dusk. Forget about the damn carriage and go to hell with the idea of ​​taking a shortcut through the countryside. You know war. Was there much massacre here after it was over?”

Yurga looked confused.

"It seems you don't know." The rider shook his head and pointed at the nearby corpses. "These are people who want to take shortcuts. You said you would not abandon the carriage. I want to know what is in your amazing carriage. What."

Yurga hesitated. He didn't know how to describe his goods, and the rider didn't pay him any attention.

"Sir..." Yurga said hesitantly, "Help me...save me...I will give you whatever you want..."

The rider turned back, "What did you say? Give me whatever I want? Say it again?"

Yurga regretted a little. He regretted that he said these words without thinking carefully.

He guessed what the stranger might ask for, perhaps even half of his fortune.But it is better to be reduced to bones under a bridge than to lose the carriage.

Yurga looked at the rider and felt that he did not look like a tramp, nor a deserter and a bandit, nor a prince or royal advisor, or a down-and-out knight who was driven out by his lord.

"In return for the law of accident, after you return home, you will give me the things that appear in your home that you don't know about. Can you swear to it?"

Yurga nodded hesitantly.

"Very good." The rider jumped off his horse and took off his coat.

Yurga found that the rider was carrying two swords on his back, with a belt slung across his shoulders. The rider was wearing a black jacket that reached his waist, and his long metal gauntlets were studded with silver nails. This indicated that he was from Novigrad or nearby. In this area, this look is very popular among young people, but this person no longer looks young.

The rider took off the luggage on his horse, and the badge hanging on his chest on a silver chain began to tremble. He held a small iron box and a long package in his arms.Yurga noticed that the badge was a wolf's head.

"Are you...a witcher?"

The rider shrugged, "Yes, I am a witcher. Okay, hide under the carriage and shut up. I want to be alone for a while."

Yurga, who was hiding under the tarpaulin of the carriage, didn't understand what the witcher was doing alone, and he couldn't see the witcher even while hiding under the carriage.

After a while, the pale golden twilight slowly faded away, and night was about to fall.

Yurga heard the neighing of worm snakes, one after another, stimulating the tympanic membrane and brain nerves, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yurga dared to lean out and peek out, and found that they were not snakes, but a group of short, deformed figures, no more than 1.2 meters tall, like skeletons.

They walked on the bridge with weird steps, like vultures, raising their swollen knees with stiff movements, their flat and wrinkled faces had numb and dull eyes that were bulging like dead fish, and their fangs were exposed in their mouths. Make a hissing sound.

The witcher stood in the middle of the bridge, with a serious face and dilated pupils. He was carrying a gorgeous sword on his back. The hilt, grid and scabbard were all shining with silver.

The witcher was as calm as a statue. Then he suddenly raised his right hand and made a strange gesture. Then the little monsters hissed and rushed forward, raising their stick-like arms to grab forward.

The sound of sharp claws cutting through the air was remembered, and the monsters flew forward. The demon hunter turned and gave way, and then the sword flashed and the monster's head flew up.The white-haired man rushed into the group of monsters, brandishing his sword, and the remaining limbs and sword light were flying.

Yurga looked at the bloody claws that fell in front of her and suppressed the scream in her throat.He felt something approaching him. When he looked back, the terrifying monster had climbed onto his neck and its forelimbs had grabbed his face.

"Help!" Yurga shouted, feeling that the monster's teeth had touched his hair.

"Look down."

"Whoo~!"

Yurga quickly put his head close to the ground, and the sound of the long sword was heard. Then he felt the smelly heat on his neck, and he fell to his knees in fear.

Yurga heard the screams of joy from the monster under the bridge, which were immediately replaced by screams of terror, then the sound of the collision of stones, the sound of broken bones, and finally the roar of despair.

Yurga looked up carefully. The witcher stood in front of him, motionless. "Did you fight them off?"

The witcher didn't answer, and the merchant saw almost black blood dripping on the ground.

"Are you injured?"

The witcher still didn't answer. He looked into the merchant's eyes, then supported the carriage and slowly fell on the bridge.

Yurga came to the witcher and bandaged his wounds hastily, and tried to carry him to the carriage, but failed several times. In the end, Yurga grabbed the witcher's shoulders and threw him together. Falling on the bridge.

Yurga breathed heavily, looking at the darkening sky, wiping the big beads of sweat on his forehead, not knowing what to do.

"Master Yurga! Master Yurga! Where are you? Master Yurga..."

But fortunately, Yurga's servants came back at this time, and they shouted loudly towards the dry river bed as they hurried on.

"Damn it! Profe! Will! You two bastards! I'm here! Come here! Come here! Someone's hurt!"

Hearing the servant's call, Yurga suddenly became excited and responded quickly, calling two servants to come over quickly, and worked with them to lift Geralt into the carriage.

"Be gentle, be careful...under the head...someone will hold his head!"

"This way, this way, put it on the carriage!"

"Gods... Master Yurga, there is blood under his bandage again..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Come here, hurry up! Profy, don't panic! And you, Will, cover him with a blanket. Don't you see that he is shaking?"

"How about giving him some wine?"

"Give alcohol to the unconscious wounded? Are you crazy, Will? Bring the bottle over, I have to take a sip... You cowards! Despicable, shameless, and pathetic! You actually ran away first, leaving me alone!"

"Master Yurga! He is talking!"

"What? What did he say?"

"I'm not sure...it seems to be a name..."

"what name?"

"Yennefer..."

Geralt was suffering from a high fever and was in and out of consciousness. He kept dreaming. He dreamed of May Day and Yennefer - their last meeting at the May Day celebration.

When the merchant took Geralt across the Trava River, Geralt regained consciousness.

"Oh, you're awake. We have left Temeria and entered the territory of Sodden. It's time to change your bandages because the wound is dirty and your leg is horribly swollen. Gods, this is too bad... We need to find a doctor as soon as possible..."

"Damn the doctor," groaned Geralt. "Bring me my box, Yurga. Yes, this bottle, and pour the contents directly onto the wound. Ah! for the sake of plague and cholera! It's okay, pour more... Oh! Very good. Wrap it up for me and get something to cover it with..."

"Your whole leg is swollen and you have a fever."

"Yurga?"

"I forgot to thank you."

"It's me who should be grateful. You saved my life and got injured to protect me. I just took care of a wounded person and carried him to the carriage so that he wouldn't die. This is normal."

"This is not ordinary at all. I've been left like a dead dog on the side of the road in the same situation."

Yurga did not speak. After a while, he finally said, "There are indeed people like that. This world is cruel. But this is not the reason for our despicableness. People should be kind. My father taught me this. That’s how I taught my son.”

The witcher was silent, "Where are we?"

"Just past the Trava River, we are now in the Alkkench Forest. We left Temeria and came to Soden. You have been sleeping while the border tax officer inspected the carriage, but the oldest soldier knows you, So they let us pass.”

"know me?"

"He called you Geralt of Rivia, and he sent someone on a horse to say we needed a doctor. I also gave him some money so he wouldn't forget."

"Thank you, Yurga"

"Stop talking, sir. It's me who should thank you. I still owe you a reward."

"Turn me over." Then Geralt passed out again.

Geralt dreamed that he went to Cintra to claim his unexpected child, the child of Pavetta and Donnie. At first, Geralt did not know the gender of the child and thought it was a boy.

Geralt asked Mossak which one was his unexpected son, but the druid Mossak said that Queen Calanthe would not allow him to tell the witcher the truth.She didn't want to give Ciri to Geralt at all, so she tried every means to set up obstacles.

Geralt met Calanthe, and whether Calanthe was willing to give him the child or not, they had a long discussion about the law of accident.In the end, Geralt said that he didn't believe in fate. Fate couldn't explain everything. There must be something else.

Additionally, he told the Queen that he had no intention of taking away Pavetta and Donnie's son (he still didn't know the child was a girl at this point).They also talked about the Trial of Grass and how Geralt became a witcher.

In fact, Geralt himself was not an accidental child. Geralt was abandoned by his mother, a sorceress.

Geralt woke up again. His mother, the sorceress Visenna, was treating him. He was still wondering if he would meet again with the woman who abandoned him to the witcher. He still thought of her from time to time after all these years. , still thinking about what to say and what questions to ask when meeting her.

He even had an idea that he found funny: when his mother looked into his mutated eyes, her reaction might bring him a twisted sense of relief.However, Geralt was too tired and wanted to wait until dawn before asking her.

"When you wake up, you won't want to ask these questions again, Geralt."

But Visenna said as she wrung out the towel, "What can I do if I look into your eyes in the sun? What can it change? We can't turn back time, and we can't change anything. Geralt, what's wrong with asking me that question?" What’s the point?… Goodbye, take care of yourself. Don’t come to me…”

"Visenna..."

Those were the last words Geralt heard in his daze, and then Visenna disappeared into the mist.

When Geralt woke up again the next day, he saw the bandaged wound and knew it was not a dream.

Geralt was lying on the carriage, and Yurga took him forward. As they approached Sodden Mountain, they talked about the Second Battle of Sodden Mountain, the Witcher and the Mage, and Visenna made a decision while Geralt was unconscious. self-sacrifice and the locals' positive view of witchers and mages, among other things.

"We need sorceresses, so we know who they are. Our memories are unforgettable and will not be troubled by singers or rumors. You also saw them in the forest." Yurga looked at Geralt and said sincerely.

"Besides, my lord, you know better than I do. The whole world knows that there was a battle here less than a year ago, and you must have heard about it."

"I haven't been back for more than a year." Geralt whispered, "I went to the north. But I heard... the second battle of Soden..."

"Yes. You should be able to see the hill and the stone. In the past, the name of the hill was very common, just called Umbrella Mountain, but now the whole world knows that it is called Warlock Mountain or 14ers Mountain. Because there are 22 Three sorcerers joined that battle, and fourteen died there."

Yurga pointed to a hill not far ahead and said sadly, full of emotions.

"The battle was very tragic, Master Geralt. The ground rose, heavy rain fell from the sky, lightning struck, and corpses were everywhere on the ground. But those warlocks finally defeated the black army and eliminated the power that controlled them. Fourteen of them were again He also failed to come back. Fourteen warlocks gave their lives..."

"We all owe those warlocks, fourteen of them, who died to protect us, to protect Sodden and the people of Transrivia. Of course, others also fought: mercenaries, nobles, and peasants, all who could pick up Men with pitchforks, axes, even stakes... They all showed courage and many died.”

"But those warlocks... It is natural for mercenaries to die in battle. Their lives are short anyway... but warlocks can live for a long, long time. Even so, they still did not hesitate."

Hearing that fourteen warlocks had been sacrificed, Geralt paused in his heart and couldn't help but think of Yennefer. He clenched his fists tightly and kept chanting in his heart: "Yennefer, oh~! Oh my god ! My Yennefer will be fine..."

……

When he arrived at Sodden Mountain, while resting in Yurga, Geralt climbed Sodden Mountain alone and walked into the obelisk standing there. He read the name of the sacrificial mage from top to bottom while recalling Triss. Merigold, Old Gratz, Rita Nieder, and others, a rustle interrupted him when there were three names left to pronounce.

He saw a blonde woman kneeling in front of the obelisk and covering the last mage's name.Geralt realizes that she is fate, something that has always been with him.Geralt talked with her for a while, but in the end he couldn't confirm whether the last mage's name was Yennefer, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Yurga woke up the sleeping Geralt and said reproachfully: "Oh my God! How can you climb a mountain alone in hot weather when you have just recovered from your injury?! If you want to go..."

"It's okay...Yurga...can you really remember all the names on the monument?"

"of course."

"Then let me test your memory...the last one. What's the 14th name?"

"You're so paranoid. Don't you believe anything? Want to make sure I'm not lying? Tell you, even children can remember those names. You mean the last one? Yes, the last one, Yul of Carreras Grayson. Maybe you know her?"

"No," he replied, "I don't know him."

Geralt was relieved to hear it was Yul Grayson.After leaving Soden Mountain, Yurga took Geralt and continued moving forward.

Since Geralt had not fully recovered, Geralt rested for most of the time on the way. When they were about to reach their destination, Yurga said to Geralt:
"You may not get paid. My wife is past childbearing age, but we have two sons. I can send one of my sons to be trained as a witcher. This is not necessarily a bad thing."

"No, Yurga, you have more than repaid me for taking care of me on the road."

"No, no, my friend, this is what I promised you."

Geralt saw that his persuasion was fruitless and stopped talking.When the Yaruga River came into view, Geralt fell into a dream for the last time.

He dreamed of the scene when Yurga crossed the river before. There was chaos on both sides of the river. A large group of Soden soldiers were defeated in the attack of the Nilfgaardian army. They seized the ferry and prevented the people who also wanted to evacuate to the other side from crossing the river.He saw Dandelion among the angry and confused crowd, and he also spotted Geralt, who put him on horseback.

The two asked each other about the situation, and the bard told him about the massacre in Cintra, and that Ciri might have died in the rebellion, and there was no point in going to Cintra now.Later, Geralt met Yurga in the dry river bed

When Yurga arrived home, Geralt woke up. There were no traces of war here. Yurga stood on the carriage and shouted excitedly:

"Christide, I'm back!"

After hearing this, the woman working at the door stumbled out of the yard, wailing and threw herself at a fat man with a big belly on the carriage that suddenly arrived.

Yurga smiled at Geralt behind him, jumped out of the carriage, and faced his longing wife.

He wrapped his arms around her waist with vigor, lifted her up in the air and spun her around in a circle.

"I'm back, Christides! The head of the family is back!"

The woman clung to the businessman's arms, resting her forehead on his chest, feeling each other's body heat.The couple, who had been separated for a long time, slowly moved into the yard like conjoined twins.

"he is?"

Si Rui, who was standing by the stream at the other end of the yard, noticed the fat man who had suddenly arrived. Her heart skipped a beat and she was inexplicably nervous. However, the round face of the man looked quite friendly and kind.

"Papa is back! Falja, Papa is back! Come on, get the presents, yay!"

The two teenagers, one on the left and the other on the right, took the little girl and ran away.

……

"God bless you, you are finally back... I think about you so much every day that I can't sleep. My heart almost beats out when I touch it. My Lord! Wait, who is that Excellency? He is still carrying The sword... looks so mighty!"

"I'll tell you later, and don't be tempted by men other than your husband. What about the children? Call me over and let me take a look!"

"Very well, the three of them went to play by the stream... It's time to come back."

"What do you mean by three?" The businessman's expression changed drastically, and he felt that the top of his head began to flicker, and he filled his mind with countless miserable images in an instant.

"Don't think about it, I adopted a girl, Yurga. It was brought by the Druids... You know, they saved the lives of many children during the war... They took the children to the forest to raise them, and those who were lost Or the abandoned child...the child who barely survived...Yurga? Are you angry?"

"No, I'm just——Gods!" Yurga slapped his head suddenly, turned around and glanced at Geralt beside the carriage.

He obviously heard the conversation and was slowly walking towards this side.

There was a look of tension and anticipation on his face.

"The third child, this is what I already have but don't know about it! This is the unexpected child! The daughter I got is about to fly away before she's even warmed up! Why isn't it a son?!" The businessman shouted in annoyance.

"Dad!!" The boy hugged him tightly, "Two little guys! Ouch, Nedbo is a lot stronger again? Sulik, are you lazy? Why are you so much thinner than your brother?! "

Yurga's kind little eyes looked like that thin, wet girl in a gray dress. Her big green eyes were as bright as stars, and her little face was as beautiful as a doll.

He smiled and encouraged, "And you, child, what's your name?"

"I...my name is..."

Ciri began to speak incoherently.

Her heart was pounding, and her eyes were staring straight at the witcher walking behind the businessman.

That demon hunter with flowing white hair, two swords on his back, and a face full of vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, she only had him in her eyes.

Dark cat eyes and green eyes looked at each other across the open space in the yard.

"Geralt!"

"Shirley!"

In the exclamation, Geralt held up his injured leg and ran quickly towards the little girl. The little girl ran quickly and jumped up lightly.

The businessman's family was dumbfounded, they had never seen such a swift person, it was like a gust of wind.

The father and daughter bound by fate met each other briskly in the courtyard.

The demon hunter with fluttering white hair knelt down on the ground, the girl wrapped her small hands around his neck, and her silver hair fell on the demon hunter's shoulders.

Yurga was thoughtful, and embraced his two sons and his surprised wife with both arms.

"Geralt." The little girl hugged the witcher tightly, "I knew you would come to me! I knew you would come!"

"Sheri."

"You've found me at last, Geralt. I've been waiting... and now after all this time... we're finally together, aren't we? Right? Geralt, say it, we'll be together forever! Say it. .”

"We will always be together, Ciri."

"Just like the prophecy, Geralt! Just like the prophecy... I am your destiny, right? Say it, Geralt, I am your destiny."

"You are not only my destiny, Ciri, you are not only my destiny." Geralt hugged Ciri and said with tears streaming down his face.

…………

"Clap clap clap..."

"What a touching scene! Even after going through all kinds of difficulties, under the arrangement of fate, the accidental child finally returned to her father..."

Looking at the live broadcast scene in front of the mirror, Rey wiped away the non-existent crocodile tears, clapped his hands vigorously, and pretended to cry with emotion.

Then, Rey turned around and looked at the white-haired old lady, Ms. Reina, who was looking ugly because Ciri and Geralt were hugging each other. He asked her innocently as if he didn't know anything:

"Look at what a heartwarming scene this is! Ms. Reina, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Ms. Reina turned her head away from watching the live broadcast on the mirror, her face became even more ugly, and she murmured on her lips, wanting to say something.

But how could Rey, who knew everything, let her speak? Before she could answer, he looked at her with a smile and said loudly:
"Why don't you look very happy?! How about you tell me something unpleasant to make me happy? Hehehehe, Ms. Reina, tell me... You also know that I don't have any bad intentions, I just want to Be happy, hahaha..."

Listening to Rey's merciless sarcasm and heart-wrenching words, even if Rey really didn't know the inside story and had no bad intentions, Ms. Reina's face turned dark and she was furious. The silver bracelet on her hand rattled. Even as a prisoner, she couldn't help but want to punch the annoying little kid in front of her.

"This damn kid, I really owe a slap!!"

Not only the person in the game, Ms. Reina, thought this, but Freya, the melon-eating spectator on the side, did not understand the details, but she still faced Rey's heart-wrenching words and looked at Ms. Reina, who was shaking with anger. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Rey turned a blind eye to Ms. Reina's anger, as if she was really innocent, and innocently started to talk about another thing:

"Ms. Rena, do you know the law of accidents?"

"you……"

Ms. Reina glared at Rey with wide eyes, and the uneasiness in her heart became more intense.

"I knew Ms. Reina that you must know the law of accident. What is the law of accident? As a kind of law in our world, the law of accident is a law established by the world. This law has the same characteristics as the ancient civilization of mankind. It has a more profound meaning.”

Rey ignored Ms. Lena's reaction and continued to answer questions to herself.

"For those who have saved others, according to the law of accident, they can make corresponding repayments to the saved person. In other words, the law of accident is what the saved person does not know but actually owns."

"Those who save others offer rewards to the rescued person in accordance with the law of accident. It is often the first thing the rescued person sees when he returns home, or it is something that the rescued person does not know but he already owns. Things - usually children acquired when the rescued leave home, such children are called "accidental children". The famous hero Zatret Voluta and Supri, who liberated the mad god, are both accidental the son of……"

"Hmm~! And Ciri from Cintra..."

"The strong control their destiny, and the weak accept their fate. Ms. Rena, how do you feel when you, a weak person who tries to challenge your destiny, see this scene? Are you happy or unhappy?! Hahaha..."

After a pause, Rey, who didn't have much respect for his elders now, said the words Ms. Reina didn't want to hear the most, and stabbed her heart hard again.

"you you……"

The illusion was broken and Ms. Reina was stabbed in the heart again. Finally, she couldn't stand the stimulation and passed out. Freya quickly went over to take care of her, patting Ms. Reina's back to help her catch her breath.

Although Freya didn't understand the details when she heard this, she still knew that Rey was having a bad taste and was deliberately irritating Ms. Reina.To be honest, after witnessing all this, if Freya hadn't been concerned about Rey's noble status, she probably wouldn't be able to defeat him, so she would have to teach this dead kid a lesson.

"Oops... What's going on... I'm so sorry... I don't know what's going on... It's not that I don't respect the elderly... Children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled... Everyone should still love the young of……"

Seeing the unconscious Ms. Lena and the angry Freya, Rey pretended to be innocent and said innocently.

Turning around, Rey looked at the father and daughter embracing each other in the mirror, and whispered lightly:

"Ciri, fate will eventually allow us to meet..."

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