Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"After a long journey, you must be tired and hungry. At this time, you urgently need a food that can satisfy your hunger and a warm bed."

Vesemir smiled, "As a guest, I can decide to give you the best room in the whole castle. Before dinner, you still have time to let Eskar show you the whole castle."

Roger readily agreed, and then led by Escal to the so-called luxury room.

"The situation is not the same as before." Looking at the bare room, Eskar looked embarrassed, which made his whole face look a little distorted.

This is a relatively independent and complete tower building. I have to say that the bed inside seems to have no problems other than the louder noise when turning over.

Roger was very sure that if he took a female companion to spend the night here, what happened in the room that night would be clearly and unmistakably transmitted throughout the castle.

"At least the surrounding walls are still intact."

Roger didn't care. In this world, the status of demon hunters was embarrassing. They were neither recognized by humans, but also suffered from rejection by some non-human races.

Coupled with the fact that the number is scarce, it is difficult to hold a group for warmth, and they can only struggle to earn some meager profits on the line of life and death. The overall situation is very difficult.

So for a witcher, a clean and tidy bed and a complete wall are enough to be called a comfortable environment.

"Come with me, I will show you around, and then we will spend the whole winter here."

Following the steps of the tower all the way down, the two walked through the castle, and Eskar would stop at each place to introduce the former scenery to Roger.

When passing through a passage and a downward spiral staircase appeared in front of him, Escal suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, the road ahead is blocked by the collapse again?" Roger asked a little strangely.

"No." Escal shook his head, then lit the torch, and led Roger into the darkness. Everything in front of him was lit up, and his surroundings became clear.

Roger saw a flat table top and strange utensils placed on it, as well as many grinding and separating equipment.

The air is filled with the smell of herbs, which should have been left a long time ago, and it is obvious that people still frequent here from time to time.

"The riot a long time ago not only destroyed Kaer Morhen, but more importantly, it cut off the inheritance of the entire school."

"Vesemir thought of many ways, but unfortunately, he only restored some basic potions, but the most important mutations will never be recovered."

"Everyone likes to joke that Lambert is the youngest witcher, but in fact, he should be the last."

Escal sighed, and it could be seen that he was full of strong feelings for this castle, and more importantly, his identity.

"Is there no way at all?" Roger frowned.

Escal took a deep breath.

"The trial process is extremely dangerous. It requires a lot of preparation and screening in the early stage. Although the trial can be carried out with difficulty, it is basically the same as killing people."

"Because the odds of success are too low."

"Lambert was the last one, and we have stopped all trials since then."

"And now..." Escal sighed.

"Our situation is getting more and more difficult, and maybe one day it will disappear completely."

Escal and Roger talked about the past of training here. He and Geralt came to Kaer Morhen almost at the same time, participated in training together, and then grew together through trials.

They are not brothers but they are better than brothers.

However, there are many differences between the two in terms of personality.

Escal once said, Geralt, I’m different from you, I’m just an ordinary witcher, I don’t hunt dragons, I don’t call brothers and sisters with kings, and I don’t sleep with sorceresses...

He is a better guardian of Kaer Morhen than Geralt.

The two returned to the hall, the fire in the fireplace was burning, and the two of Vesemir had already prepared food.

It is basically impossible to see any sumptuous dinner here. Keeping everything simple and being full is the greatest happiness.

Of course, wine is essential.

"Well, Roger, why didn't I see your sword?" Lambert asked strangely as he swallowed the venison in his mouth.

"I don't have a sword." Roger replied without raising his head.

"No sword?" Lambert's expression froze for a moment, and then he looked at Roger carefully, paying special attention to Roger's fingers and the heel of his palm.

"Are you from Kell Salem Castle?"

"I heard that there is a school of Griffins..."

"cough!"

A deep voice interrupted Lambert's next words, and Vesemir spoke suddenly, raising the wine glass in his hand.

"You are welcome."

While talking, he quietly gave Lambert a look.

The demon hunters of the Griffin school pay more attention to the cultivation of the power of the seal, and the sword is only used as an auxiliary. In private, Lambert once sneered at this practice.

He always believed that a witcher without a sword was not worthy of being called a witcher.

In addition, a lot of news indicated that Kelseren Castle had been destroyed, and the demon hunters of the Griffin School were rarely mentioned.

Vesemir obviously didn't want Lambert to mention the Griffin School on this occasion, the guy was mean and annoying.

"No, I'm not from there."

Roger shook his head, "My situation... is a bit complicated. When I woke up, I didn't have a sword in my hand."

"You lost your sword?" Lambert obviously couldn't accept such an excuse. The weapons of demon hunters are their lives, and in this day and age, good weapons are often very expensive.

"What happened, you got robbed?"

A signature smile appeared on Lambert's face, but before Roger could speak, Escal interrupted.

"Shut up, Lambert, things are not what you think, Roger was not robbed by anyone, and of course I don't think anyone can rob him of anything."

He put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Roger, with a slight trace of respect in his eyes.

That is respect for the strong.

"He only remembered his own name, and he forgot the rest." Escal continued.

"And do you remember? I said before that Roger saved my life."

"A caravan was attacked by monsters. I took the commission to investigate. I thought it was just a small task. I didn't expect that after I followed it all the way to the destination, I found that all the targets of my task had been killed."

"Oh, Escal, you are as lucky as ever, and you can make a lot of money for nothing without doing anything." Lambert shrugged and smiled lightly.

"Good luck?" Escal snorted coldly.

"When I got there, the fork-tailed dragon was feasting, and my arrival obviously disturbed its interest."

As he spoke, he gave Roger a grateful smile.

"Without Roger, I'm afraid I'd be like those poor fellows who are now reduced to a pile of shit painted on the cave walls."

Having said that, he took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Lambert.

"Roger saved me."

"With his fist."

"Smashed the head of the fork-tailed dragon with one punch!"