Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

It's autumn now.

The morning air is cool, bone-chilling.

Walking in the wilderness full of withered yellow grass and thorns, Gordon finally noticed the signal from his body.

"Hungry!"

He basically didn't sleep last night. He first took a nap and was woken up by the evil spirit, and then he spent most of the time studying the Apocalypse Monitor system in his body.

Since this body had eaten once at noon, it had been consumed by the battle in the afternoon, and after this night, its stomach was already empty.

A night without sleep is nothing to this young and strong body.

But it’s really unbearable to have no food or supplies in my stomach!

This body is at least 1.8 meters tall, has a strong body, and is equipped with weapons and other heavy loads.

There are quite a lot of food calories that need to be consumed every day.

The more this happened, the more uncomfortable Gordon felt.

"I didn't expect that when I traveled to this world, the most uncomfortable thing for me would be starvation!"

Gordon looked up and saw a winding road ahead. The village in his memory seemed not too far away.

I have no intention of catching those gadgets jumping around in the weeds.

Gordon strode forward.

This walk takes more than an hour.

Finally, I walked into a small village called Lava Village as I wished.

With the memory of this body, Gordon walked straight to the tavern in the center of the village after entering the village.

Taverns in this world have always been a good place to drink, eat, stay, and have fun.

It is also the liveliest place in almost every town and village and is very popular.

It didn't take long for Gordon to see a room with a sign of "Hoff's Tavern".

He stepped forward and opened the door, and a strong smell mixed with the smell of alcohol immediately hit his face.

Gordon frowned, but soon returned to normal and walked inside.

The tavern was obviously closed at this time.

Several hungover drunkards were lying on the wine table, sleeping soundly under the wine table and in the corner.

Two fat middle-aged women were cleaning up the stolen goods on the wine table and on the floor.

In front of the bar, a middle-aged, thin man was concentrating on something, as if he was settling accounts.

"Is there any room left?"

Gordon knocked on the bar and asked.

"Of course, do you want to have a room?"

The middle-aged man looked up at Gordon, glanced at Gordon's equipment casually, and asked.

"Come to one room. Is there something to eat now?"

"Yes, yellow lamb chops, mushroom stewed yak meat, and honey toasted waffles are all the signature dishes of Hof Tavern. What do you want to eat?"

"A piece of lamb chop, and a piece of toasted waffles. Let's bring them to my room."

Gordon nodded, without asking the price, trying to recall the way he did things in his memory, and reached out and handed a gold coin on the bar.

The subsequent room charges and food will be deducted from this gold coin, and will be settled together when checking out.

Soon, Gordon was led up to the room on the second floor by a maid who looked ordinary but had a good figure, especially her breasts that were almost bursting.

Rejecting the maid's hint, Gordon quickly washed up in the room.

Shortly after washing up, two steaming portions of grilled lamb chops and honey waffles were delivered to the room.

Gordon tasted them separately and found that they tasted pretty good.

After finishing the devouring, Gordon was not ready to go out yet.

He was so worried last night that he didn't get much sleep at all. Now that he had the conditions, he planned to take a nap first to replenish his energy before talking.

Gordon slept until the afternoon.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was a little dark.

Large dark clouds covered the sky, and there was water vapor in the air. It was obviously going to rain.

The sound insulation in the room was very poor, and there was a lot of noise coming from outside the door.

This must have made the pub downstairs lively.

Gordon tidied up briefly and opened the door.

Suddenly, there was a burst of urgent breathing, accompanied by ambiguous teasing laughter, and a few exasperated voices that could be clearly heard from other surrounding rooms.

Gordon didn't care and walked straight downstairs.

Except for the conspicuous cross sword, which was placed under the bed, he took everything else with him.

When I went down to the tavern on the first floor, I found that the wine tables here were almost full.

There was the sound of clinking glasses, playing cards, blowing water, and the laughter and curses of the maids, making it very lively.

Gordon came to the bar, knocked on the table, glanced at the menu on the bar, and said:

"Bring me a honey-toasted waffle and a tall glass of Hof."

At this time, in addition to the thin middle-aged man I had seen in the morning, there was also a handsome blond young man busy at the bar.

"Okay, it'll be fine soon!"

The middle-aged man recognized Gordon, nodded with a smile, and gave instructions.

His hands kept moving, and a large wine glass made of pine wood, full of dark beer with scattered hops, was quickly placed in front of Gordon.

"Here, your stout!"

"Thanks!"

Gordon replied casually, pulled the high chair aside and sat directly in front of the bar.

"Have a good rest!"

The middle-aged man asked casually.

He is the most welcoming to the kind of customers who can be identified as mercenaries or demon hunters at a glance, because such people are willing to spend money.

Hof doesn't dislike witchers as much as the other residents do.

As the owner of this tavern, he has far more knowledge than the average person.

"good!"

Gordon picked up the wine glass and took a long sip. The aroma of malt wine with a hint of sour taste went straight to the bottom of his heart, making Gordon couldn't help but speak.

"Of course, there are people from Ferode Town who come to Lava Village just to drink the dark beer I brewed!"

"Remember when I was in Ferrod Town..."

The middle-aged boss began to brag about himself without any secret.

At this time, honey toasted waffles were served.

Gordon sat in front of the bar, listening to the middle-aged boss's bragging while dealing with the muffins in front of him, and looking at the people in the pub from time to time.

He secretly thought in his heart: "As a demon hunter who far exceeds ordinary people in terms of strength and lifespan, even if he is feared and rejected by ordinary people, he must have a sense of pride in his heart. This is normal."

"And witchers are different from mercenaries. When dealing with some weird and supernatural troubles and requests, not only ordinary residents will entrust witchers to solve problems, but even noble officials often do the same."

"So, I just need to show up, and if something happens, the commission will come to me."

"All you have to do is make adequate preparations and wait quietly..."

Gordon thought to himself about the data and information about the witcher in his memory.

At this time, the middle-aged boss suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Are you the master demon hunter?"

"Um..."

Gordon turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged boss. He said nothing and his eyes were cold.

"Nothing else, I saw your sword."

Worried that Gordon would misunderstand, the middle-aged boss pointed at the sword at Gordon's waist and immediately explained in a low voice.

In this world, although the attire of mercenaries is similar to that of demon hunters, the number of mercenaries in this world is far more than that of demon hunters.

Only those who have more experience or have dealt with demon hunters can roughly identify them.

The middle-aged boss Hof had seen Gordon's big sword in the morning, and now he saw the silver dagger on Gordon's waist, even the scabbard, so he began to guess the true identity of the young man in front of him.

.

Not denying is affirming, and the other person's silence proves that he is right.

Upon seeing this, Hof immediately said respectfully: "That's right, there is something that has been bothering me for a long time. I have tried to find mercenaries several times but have not been able to solve it. There are very few master demon hunters like you in the small village of Lava."

"So, I want to entrust you."