Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 287 286. Geralt of Rivia

"Relax, Carrot. Relax, shh~"

He has a vicissitudes of life but is still heroic and deep. His long milky white hair that reaches his neck makes him look a little sickly. He has cat eyes and a silver necklace with a roaring wolf head hanging on his chest.

Geralt of Rivia, wolf witcher. At this time, he was calming his horse.

"Miss Eliza, could you ask your servants to put down the pitchforks? These things are not safe for living animals. The horses will be scared."

He was making requests, but the face of this wolf sect demon hunter was as unwavering as most people in this profession.

This is also the origin of the rumor circulating among the people that "witchers are a group of emotionless and cold-blooded killers".

Farmers who are forced to survive by monsters will be very honest, but when the monster dies, this temporary simplicity will most likely disappear with it.

Facing an emotional demon hunter, the peasants will not be stingy with a few pitiful expressions and a few words of moral kidnapping. Just to escape the balance of the demon hunting commission.

Most witchers will learn Geralt's current cold expression within a year after completing their training and actually entering the industry.

This expression can save the witcher a lot of trouble.

Of course, the above professional dilemmas and heartaches are limited to ordinary demon hunters, and have little to do with a bear cub who can live in Aretuza Academy permanently.

"Put down the pitchforks, everyone, everyone!"

In the largest manor in the village, a pretty lady clutched the handkerchief in her hand and asked the servants to calm down.

After the servants temporarily retreated, she cautiously approached the witcher on horseback.

"This distinguished gentleman? You are"

Not only did Geralt's face remain calm, he was also very calm mentally.

He knew very well how much panic his sickly white hair and cat eyes would cause to unsuspecting farmers.

So he simply pulled out a parchment roll from the horse's backpack and handed it to Eliza.

"This has the seal and order of King Awell. Please check it yourself. I am only here to work according to King Awell's entrustment. You don't need to be so guarded against me."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but had the deep charm of a mature man.

The leather rubbed, and Geralt smoothly rolled off Carrot's back.

The wolf school is an eclectic and comprehensive school. He currently wears a medium-weight armor mixed with leather armor and chain mail.

It is incomparable to the heavy armor of the Bear School, which can move dozens of kilograms, but such smooth movements still made the servants who were holding the pitchforks at him slightly stunned.

Two long swords were tied to the side of the horse's belly, with only the plain hilts exposed.

He reached out and patted the restless mare again to calm her.

"Let's make a long story short. I think the process of lifting this curse shouldn't be too dangerous. At least it won't make me need to draw my sword. The only important thing is that you have to give me information."

"information?"

The beautiful aristocratic lady clutched her handkerchief doubtfully and repeated.

"Yes, information. Also called intelligence. Everything is good. Anyway, you have to get rid of this cursed person."

"Fresnet, my brother's name is Fresnet."

"Okay, you guys have to tell me the ins and outs of Sir Freixnet's curse, as well as the middle performance. Only in this way can I find a solution."

Geralt explained patiently to this noble lady who obviously had no experience with witchers.

Even though most demon hunters have a cold face, this industry is actually a service industry. Patience with customers is as important a quality as professional skills.

"Who was he cursed by, what curse was used, why he was cursed, and where he often flies after being cursed and turned into a cormorant. I have to know it all."

"And the information must be true and reliable. Otherwise I have to say"

At this point, Geralt shut up and paused for a short while, as if to give the cursed man's relatives some time to understand.

"Otherwise, I have to say, you may decide that becoming a cormorant is not a bad choice."

He told a cold joke, but except for a servant who had just held a pitchfork and made a "puff" sound, no one at the scene showed the slightest smile.

Instead, he looked nervous and worried.

Geralt scratched his cheek when he saw this.

"Okay," he muttered. "This joke does go a bit cold."

But the joke had a remarkable effect.

Miss Eliza summoned many people who were idle in Hamm just to piece together a rough outline of the incident so that the witcher's method of breaking the curse could be used.

So in this cold winter wind, a lot of people actually gathered outside the manor just to have fun.

Although Geralt looked like a ruthless Scarface on the outside, in fact he was almost whistling in his heart.

In the past, when investigating the situation of the mission, he had to stretch his legs, walk through the streets and alleys, and step on the cow dung and dog excrement in the village before he could find such a person in a dilapidated wooden house or a leaky tavern, and drink it. Not even a drunk insider.

Then he endured the other party's bad breath, stammering, and assumptions caused by lack of knowledge, and got the information he wanted from the tiny clues.

And now, people waiting for him to ask are queuing up.

It has to be said that the last time he was treated like this, he was helping Foltest solve the curse on his daughter.

Always be careful when working for kings, lest you fall into some invisible political whirlpool. But on the other hand, convenience is really convenient.

"Okay, are you sure you saw Sir Fresnet having a tryst with a lady for a long time?"

"Tui, of course I'm sure!" The farmer tilted his head, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then said loudly with a confident look on his face.

"I could even clearly hear how long Sir Sir was screaming when he stabbed that witch's a**! They always do things in the haystack near my house! Believe me, they are right!"

The vulgar shouting was greeted by a burst of exclamations from the peasant women, which were mixed with curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

At the same time, there was also a burst of laughter from the farmers.

These reactions made the person being asked look even more complacent.

Geralt had no doubts about this confidence.

"I'm not sure it's a witch yet."

His voice was as calm as ever.

But the person being asked scoffed.

"What else could she be if she wasn't a witch? Could it be that she is an honest woman? Lord Sir has turned into a bird! I asked you, do you understand?"

"Maybe, I'm just a witcher."

very good.

Geralt thought calmly.

Things soon progressed to the stage of ‘layman questioning expert’.

This is also a part that witch hunters are accustomed to. After all, this is a world where even the princes and nobles firmly believe that "turtle-shaped stones can invalidate magic."

The more stubborn a person's worldview is, the more difficult it is for him to accept a reality that he cannot understand.

Farmers' world view is very simple, so they are particularly stubborn.

Geralt has become accustomed to "digging for gold" in the ocean of information.

But after basically sifting through the testimonies of the onlookers, he still sighed under Miss Eliza's nervous gaze.

"damn it"

The demon hunter pursed his lips helplessly and looked at the noble lady.

"Haven't you ever stopped the spread of rumors? I can't tell whether this pile of information is true or false!"

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