Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

"Shut up, everyone!"

The roar of anger echoed throughout the tavern.

All the voices that were cursing Gordon, Geralt and the three people immediately stopped.

"This is my territory. If you don't want to drink, get out."

The sound continued, and the crowd watching the excitement slowly dispersed, and a tall, middle-aged fat man walked out from behind the bar.

"Whoever dares to cause trouble here is an enemy of Frendo, and I will prevent him from ever entering this door!"

"Rocco, what are you doing standing there, embarrassing my guest?"

"Um?"

The tall, middle-aged fat man walked up to the drunk man carrying the bottle and asked loudly.

"Frendo, they...they are mutant hybrids..."

"Shut up!"

The tall, middle-aged fat man roughly interrupted the drunkard and shouted.

"I don't care what they are, but they are my guests when they come to my Frendo's Tavern for a drink."

"I don't allow anyone to be rude to my guests. You want to cause trouble for them?"

"Okay, go look outside!"

"But if they enter my tavern, you are not allowed to cause trouble."

The middle-aged fat man looked at the people in the tavern and said loudly.

"And you three, I don't care what your status is, but you can't cause trouble in the pub."

"Otherwise, I'll have to ask you out..."

After talking to the guests who were watching, the tall, middle-aged fat man looked at the three Gordons and warned them.

With the tavern owner coming to the rescue, the onlookers quickly dispersed.

We returned to the drinking table, playing cards, drinking, and bragging. It was almost as if nothing had happened. The tavern soon became lively again.

Although the three Gordons were still looked at fiercely by some drinkers who were extremely hostile to the witcher.

But that level of hostility doesn't hurt the demon hunter at all.

"Gordon, you have such a bad temper. You need to change it."

Not long after, the three of them were sitting around a table, waiting for their meal to be served, when Geralt suddenly spoke.

"I..."

"I know what you want to say, Gordon!"

Geralt interrupted Gordon and continued: "I also want to push the drunkard just now to the ground and beat him up. I even want to beat up all the guys who reject us and hate us."

"When I was young, I was as young and vigorous as you, but we couldn't..."

"What would happen if I just beat up that drunkard?"

Gordon interrupted Geralt and asked directly.

"It's very simple. If you had taken action just now, we would probably have been beaten first."

"Do you dare to kill someone? No, people are not monsters."

"If you hit someone, there will only be one outcome for the three of us, good or bad, and that is being kicked out of the tavern."

"There is no second tavern in such a small village. In the end, we can only continue to sleep in the wild..."

He looked at Gordon with a somewhat disbelieving expression on his face.

Geralt smiled and said: "Boy, don't believe it, this is the result I got after many experiments."

"When I was young, I had a bigger temper than you. Of course, I also suffered more."

"Boy, no matter what school of thought you are from, since you have embarked on this path, you must abide by the rules of this industry."

"Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences..."

Geralt said and shook his head. He found Gordon particularly pleasing to his eye.

There were fewer and fewer demon hunters. He saw that Hunter Xin wanted to train young demon hunters, but he also admired this boy's character.

But this kid didn't even use magic potions to deal with the night monsters last time, and his sword skills were very similar to those of some mercenaries who had retired from the battlefield.

All this made Geralt wonder if this guy was a mercenary.

But Gordon was too young.

At this age, Gordon had only just stepped onto the battlefield, so how could he have such sophisticated and amazing swordsmanship?

Only the Witcher Academy can cultivate such outstanding talents.

This is why Geralt firmly believes that Gordon is a student of a monastic school.

Everyone has a secret, just like his apprentice Sheena.

Geralt wouldn't even ask questions that Sheena didn't want to talk about, so he certainly wouldn't embarrass Gordon.

"Been taught a lesson..."

After listening to Geralt's words, Gordon thought silently, then nodded solemnly and replied.

Although Geralt, an old boy, likes to preach, Gordon did absorb a lot of information about witchers from him.

To say "I have learned a lesson" is not an exaggeration.

Gordon intends to be friends with Geralt and Sheena, so he will naturally respect Geralt's thigh.

As for whether Gordon agrees with what Geralt just said, only Gordon himself and God know.

The three of them didn't chat for long before the food they ordered was delivered.

After a meal, the three of them returned to their rooms on the second floor of the tavern without talking much.

Encountering two kinds of monsters, the night demon and the fog demon, the three of them were very tired.

There is only one day left to reach the town of Forovdo, and now is the time to catch up on the rest in the village of Hokadel.

"Bang..."

After closing the door, Gordon walked into the room and realized that this room was absolutely amazing, worse than any room he had ever stayed in before.

The floor is made of wood, and the noise from the pub downstairs can almost be transmitted into the room without soundproofing.

Through the gaps in the floor, Gordon could clearly see the guests drinking and playing Gwent below, and he could even see the bear head meat dangling in the revealing clothes of the passing maid.

The walls are also made of wood, and the sound insulation is also extremely poor.

Gordon could even hear the sound of Geralt moving next door, the sound of Sheena throwing herself on the bed next door, the indescribable moans/moans in the room opposite, and the footsteps in the corridor...

This room is so fucked up.

But the situation is stronger than the people. No matter how bad this room is, it is countless times better than the cold and dangerous wilderness.

"call..."

Gordon took a long breath, sat on the bed and immediately summoned the Apocalypse Monitor System.

Countless virtual data characters dance before your eyes.

Soon, rows of specific information combinations appeared in front of Gordon's eyes.

【Apocalypse Supervisor System】

[Mission: Kill "Plague Maker" Nicholas Nelson]

[Time limit: 1088 days...]

[Note: From this moment on, you will no longer be ordinary]

【......】

[Digitalization of host attributes]

[Race: Human]

[Soul Power: 3]

[Physique lv1; Strength lv1; Agility; Spirit;]

[Strength Level: First Level]

[Ability mastery: universal language; basic swordsmanship lv2]

[Characteristics: People beyond the river of destiny]

【......】

Habitually ignore the time-limited tasks of the Apocalypse Monitor.

Gordon quickly looked at the column of soul power, where "3" was clearly displayed.

A full 3 points of soul power!

This is the reward I got for completing the final blow against the night demon last night.

A little more than killing demon spirits alone in the wine cellar of Lava Town.

This is still with Geralt as the main force, and he got 3 points of soul power with his help. If he had killed it alone, he would definitely...

Gordon shook his head. There were no what-ifs. Without Geralt, he would definitely be no match now, even if it happened again.

Gordon knew it well and could only lament that powerful monsters like the Night Demon Spirit were really fat.

After sighing, it's time to strengthen yourself again.

Gordon glanced at his four major attributes and basic swordsmanship energetically, and was thinking about how to allocate them this time.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by a seductive female voice.

"Sir, do you need tavern service?"