Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

In March, the snow has slowly melted, the temperature has gradually risen, and it is time for everyone to leave.

This time they left a little later than in previous years, because Kaer Morhen had become extremely comfortable under Roger's care this winter. If it wasn't for the fact that the stored wine hadn't been used up, everyone might have been delayed for a while.

Roger packed his bags, and on his back, there were two cold long swords, which were prepared for him by Eskar and Lambert, and the equipment on him came from Vesemir.

Although the craftsmanship is really not very good.

"If you plan to go to the northwest, you should be able to go with Geralt." Escal said while sorting out his things.

"Geralt is going there too?" Roger asked casually.

"He's been tracking someone's information..." A voice suddenly came from behind, it was Lambert who had already packed his bags.

Lambert squeezed out a strange smile, "Hey, Roger, you should have heard of that name, that sorceress that made Geralt unable to extricate himself from it, some people said that she occasionally appeared in the territory of Povis, and even stayed once enough For several months."

"It's almost always around this time, so Geralt is going to try his luck."

"Hmph, I don't know what he likes about that woman? A few years ago, she lived in Kaer Morhen for a while, and the two of them were inseparable during those days."

"However, the enthusiasm of the sorceresses came and went quickly. Those women are all faces. Our Geralt was quickly abandoned..."

"Ahem!" Escal couldn't help coughing twice, but Lambert continued without hesitation: "They are considered good companions on the journey, but if they meet for a long time... Tsk tsk, Roger, listen to me Said that there are enthusiastic and open girls everywhere in this world, but only female sorceresses, it is best to stay away from them."

"Yeah?"

"Did one of them keep you from getting out of bed?" Geralt's voice came from behind Lambert.

Lambert didn't care either, he shrugged and waved goodbye to everyone.

At this time, Roger finally understood how the wooden bed in the so-called luxury room he once lived in...was spoiled like that.

"Roger, are you going to Povis too?" Geralt asked curiously. After a winter together, everyone was very familiar with it. Naturally, Geralt also heard the rumor about Roger.

"Probably in that direction. In fact, I don't have any purpose, it's just a feeling." Roger said vaguely.

"That's good, we can set off together, and we can officially experience the life of a witcher." Geralt, who was accompanied by someone, seemed extremely happy, but he suddenly thought of something before setting off.

"Hey, Roger, you'd better control your power in front of outsiders, it's too shocking for anyone."

"After all, even if you only maintain the most basic state, there will not be many people in this world who are your opponents."

Roger nodded, and then they got on their horses, slowly moved away from Kaer Morhen, and waved goodbye at the fork in the road.

"See you in winter!"

Kaer Morhen is in Kaedwen, and Geralt's goal is Povis in the northwest. In this process, it is necessary to pass through several countries in succession, especially Kankorn in the center.

What Geralt didn't know was that it was one of Roger's important destinations.

The life of a witcher is more boring and difficult than Roger imagined. They hardly enter the larger city-states, but only spend the night in nearby villages and towns.

Because it is easier to receive entrusted tasks there, those dark bars are not very romantic, and there is too much water in the beer, and it is difficult for the maids to serve.

Along the way, the two of them were busy with travel and dust, and it was really no fun at all. Fortunately, the weather gradually became warmer, and by the time they reached Kankorn, they had completely shaken off the cold.

"Boom!"

Gasping for breath, Geralt dragged the basilisk corpse in front of the crowd.

"This is the thing, two hundred lintas, the fineness is better!" He stared at the money bag in the hands of the mayor in front of him, judging from the shape and size of the outside, Geralt didn't think that money bag could hold two hundred lintas.

really.

"I'm sorry, respected master witcher, we can't make up that many."

"How much do you have?" Geralt frowned. The price was negotiated in advance, but he didn't encounter too many similar things.

"One hundred and eighty."

The mayor said cautiously.

Generally speaking, Geralt's asking price is not too high, and it is definitely worth his labor.

Taking a deep breath, pursing his lips slightly to suppress the anger in his heart, he stretched out his hand, "Give me the money!"

"thanks, thanks!"

"If next time, next time we..."

"Go away!" Geralt snorted coldly, he would rather not earn this money than hear that someone died at the hands of monsters.

The mayor's face was full of embarrassment, and he waved his hand and got on his horse and ran away with the two servants.

"That guy lied." Roger said unhurriedly with his hands on his shoulders.

"I know." Geralt smiled wryly, he opened his mouth but then sighed, "Forget it, at least we can have a full meal at noon today." He said shaking the purse in his hand.

Roger is noncommittal, this is Geralt's task, he doesn't want to dictate too much, everyone has their own principles, and this is the biggest difference between Geralt and others.

"It doesn't matter what you eat, but I can't be in the same room with you anymore." Roger chuckled.

"Oh, sorry, there are indeed fewer tasks, but going forward, we should be able to have more money on hand."

The two packed their bags and were about to get on their horses, but at this moment, an angry voice came from afar.

"Master Witcher!"

It was a man with thick curly hair and a dignified face, and he threw a ball of things casually as he spoke.

Snapped.

Geralt reached out to catch it, and there was a crisp sound of metal rubbing inside.

"This is your money."

Roger also noticed at this time that there were two strong women following behind the man.

They were tall and muscular, and only their important parts were covered with lynx skin. The weather was not hot at this time, but the temperature didn't seem to have any effect on them.

In addition, there was a strong smell of blood on the sabers they slung, and the weapons had just been stained with blood not long ago.

"This is the reward you deserve, and that greedy guy stole him."

"So you killed him?" Geralt squeezed the purse in his hand.

"No, not at all, but greed has a price to pay."

"Okay." Geralt nodded with a smile, and then introduced himself and Roger to the strange man.

"I..." The strange man pointed to the faded coat of arms on his tunic, embroidered with three black birds, lined up in a golden field.

"I'm Borch, and I'm also called Three Jackdaws. They are my bodyguards Tiya and Wei Ya."

Jackdaw... Roger looked at this strange man with great interest, and his eyes also aroused the other's curiosity.

When he noticed Roger, Borch, the so-called Three Jackdaws, shrank his pupils suddenly, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

The guards around noticed the master's vigilance and nervously held the handle of the knife, but they didn't find anything abnormal around them.

"Haha, nice to meet you, maybe I can have the honor to invite the two of you to have lunch together." Borch sent out the invitation, and the corner of his eyes flicked over Roger.