Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"Please convey my apology for me."

Ashe shook her head, "Such an occasion is not suitable for me. I have always been used to being free. Attending the Duke's dinner may be very uncomfortable."

"So I'm sorry I can't participate." Ashe declined, "If you really need a bard, then Dandelion would be a better choice."

"As for the concerns just now, you can pay him off directly after the show is over and let him go."

"Or find someone to follow him and watch him all the time."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Dandelion was still a little complacent, but soon his face became ugly.

"I didn't think about anyone else."

The man took a step forward, his strong body was very oppressive, "The Duke told us that he only wanted to invite Ms. Davin."

"I said, I don't want to go."

Ashe's tone suddenly became a little irritated, the man's eyes were fixed on her, and he wanted to say something more, but at this moment, Roger tapped lightly on the table.

"I think the conversation is over, please go away, sir."

The man raised his head to look at Roger and Geralt sitting next to him, and stepped back slightly, "Please think again, and you are welcome to change your mind at any time."

"No, I'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

This time Ashe's tone no longer had the politeness just now.

The man stopped talking and left with his servants. It wasn't until a long time after they disappeared that the tavern became lively again.

And from the conversations of other people around, Roger also figured out the identity of this man.

His name is Zelister, and he has been serving the Duke, mainly responsible for the nearby docks and all the pearling business.

Ordinary people may not care so much about nobles, but this Zelister controls the economic lifeline of many people.

It is impossible for many pearl divers to ignore him completely.

"You should agree, that is a lot of money!"

After several people left, Dandelion still couldn't forget it.

"If you can control your belt normally, then you can fully handle the performance just now." Geralt mocked from the side.

"That's not my fault. You should all know how famous I am, and how much those noble ladies and ladies like me."

"Actually, I've restrained enough." Immediately afterwards, he changed the topic and looked at Geralt, "And you, if you take over the previous tasks, we won't be as difficult as we are now."

Geralt didn't refute, just lowered his head and drank silently.

"You really have to leave here, we just arrived." Dandelion turned to look at Ashe.

"We finally met. Let's stay and get together. We will set off together in a few days."

"As for the Duke, you don't have to worry at all. With two demon hunters guarding you, how could he send someone to kidnap you and send you to the mansion's stage?"

"That's hard to say."

Ashe puffed up her chest, "For a poetess, a noble's mansion is not a safe place."

Dandelion sneered, paused for a moment on Ash's unremarkable chest, then shook his head and said nothing more.

Ashe blushed, and gave Dandelion a hard look.

However, in the ensuing conversation, Ashe never mentioned the subject of leaving again. Obviously, she just made an excuse for herself just now.

Now that I meet Dandelian, I really want to have a good time together.

After drinking for three rounds, Roger waved his big hand and ordered a drink and a sturgeon for everyone present in the tavern. His generosity won applause from everyone.

Next, Dandelion and Ashe took turns to play. They both played their famous songs and seemed to want to compete.

This turned the entire tavern into a sea of ​​joy. The two cooperated with each other on the stage, and other people in the tavern jumped up, but Roger didn't take the initiative to participate, and even declined several girls who secretly offered him friendship.

"Ah...Roger," Geralt said suddenly.

"I... have something... um... about..."

"Is it Yennefer?"

"You know everything?"

"I can't think of anyone else who can put you in such a difficult place but her," Roger replied.

Geralt let out a long breath, as if letting go of the stone in his heart, "I know that kind of damage is almost irreparable, but Yennefer firmly believes that Borch may know something. After all, he is so unique."

"Now is not the time."

"What?"

Geralt was puzzled by Roger's lack of beginning and end.

"Enjoy today's performance, some things can only be left to time." Roger looked at White Wolf.

"But I can guarantee that there will be a perfect ending at the end of the story."

"A witcher doesn't have a good death." Geralt smiled wryly, "It's impossible to say that one day I will die on an unknown commission."

"Haha." Facing Geralt's negativity, Roger smiled. He suddenly became playful, and the expression on his face became serious.

"I seem... so strange... an inexplicable premonition."

"What?"

"It's about your warning."

Geralt's expression quickly became serious, he saw Roger's strength and mystery.

"You talk, I'm listening."

"Watch out for pitchforks!"

Geralt: ......

When Roger went downstairs the next day, the tavern was deserted. Last night, the whole tavern was boiling. There seemed to be endless wine and dishes.

After making a fuss until midnight, they went back to their rooms to rest one after another.

Dandrian went to fooling around somewhere, and although Ashe was already up, it seemed that she hadn't recovered from the hangover.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several thick figures walked in with the smell of sea water.

"Hey, Torres Legge, isn't it your turn to fish for pearls today?"

"Why haven't you left so late?" the tavern owner asked loudly while wiping his glass.

"Something happened at the seaside!" The man named Torres Leger replied in a low voice.

"Some people died, many people, surrounded by soldiers, and there is no result yet."

"What happened?" The boss also became nervous.

Brimwood Cape is a small place, and a little incident can cause a lot of trouble, let alone several people died.

"We don't know exactly what happened, but it is said that several pearl divers were killed. There were only bloodstains at the scene, and no corpses were seen."

"There is no corpse... Could it be a monster?"

Everyone was shocked.

Torres Leger didn't want to say any more, and ordered a glass of beer with a sigh.

Near noon, Dandelion walked in with a sluggish face, his face was like a salted fish that had lost too much water.

It looks like you must have been very tired last night.

Not long after he sat down, Geralt barged in quickly.

"It seems that the transformation of the witcher does have merit." Dandelion laughed at himself.

Geralt gave him a sideways glance, "I'm not out fooling around."

"Then where have you been?"

"A commission has been accepted."

After speaking, he stopped talking to Dandelion and turned to the other side.

"Roger, are you interested in going to see it together?"