Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

Forovdo town.

When the three Gordons returned from outside the city, it was completely dark.

However, on such a snowy day, the sky and the earth are completely white, and you can see the road clearly even when traveling at night.

After settling the bounty commission from Forovdo City Hall, disposing of the monster corpse at the residence of the bald wizard Frog in the slums hidden in the West End, and replenishing some potions.

The three of them then returned to the Black Rose Tavern.

"Click..."

Pushing open the thick wooden door despite the heavy wind and snow, a warm and warm breath immediately hit you.

Inside the tavern and outside the tavern are two completely different worlds.

Gordon, Geralt, and Sheena's three heavily armed men entered the tavern, and soon attracted the attention of many people in the tavern hall.

The three of them were already immune to these things, and ignored all the gazes, each patting the snow on their bodies.

The regulars in the tavern already knew that several demon hunters had recently stayed in the Black Rose Tavern. After watching them for a while, they stopped paying attention.

However, some new guests and some people who were very interested in the group of demon hunters kept staring at the three of them.

"Are those three demon hunters? This is the first time I've seen them?"

"A witcher is a mutant..."

"I heard they can deal with monsters, like ghosts and those horrible ghouls that have risen from the dead. Is that true?"

"It's true, those mutants rely on this to make a living..."

"They don't look as scary as the rumors say. I thought they mutated to be scary..."

"How is it possible? You can often see these mutants in Forovdo. Are you from a rural village?"

"Yes, brother. I am from Lawa Village. Have you heard of it?"

"Lava Village? What a corner of the place? I've never heard of it. Boy, do you want to know something? Yes, you can treat me to a drink and you can ask as many questions as you like..."

"Brother, the temptation of black roses is a bit expensive. How about blue tears? If not, I will ask others..."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about Blue Tears. Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

"Ask the witcher...about mutants? Okay, no problem..."

The tavern hall was bustling with activity. Geralt and Sheena's perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, so they naturally heard a lot of strange things about witchers.

Since Gordon's strength has been continuously strengthened, his hearing, eyesight and perception have also improved greatly.

Hearing many people around him talking about him, most of them speaking bad words, did make Gordon a little unhappy at first.

But now Gordon has changed to have the same attitude as Geralt Sheena.

After ordering at the bar counter of the pub, the three of them started to find their seats.

This time is when the tavern's business is at its busiest, and there is a heavy snowstorm howling outside.

At this time, drinking a glass of refreshing cold beer or specially prepared heart-burning liquor will make you feel worthy of life.

There was no complete empty table to be found in the tavern hall at this time.

Eveni, who had appeared the day before yesterday, was also nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Geralt stood up and went straight to the tavern owner, without knowing what he said to him.

Not long after, there was an empty table left in the hall.

At this time, there were quite a few customers waiting for tables like Gordon and Geralt.

But seeing the three demon hunters who arrived later than him take their seats, the two tall men who looked like mercenaries did not dare to fart even one more.

They watched the three Gordons sit down and could only stare.

After glaring until Gordon looked back in displeasure, the other party did not dare to look at Gordon at all, and left in despair.

This made Gordon more and more aware of the true attitude of ordinary people towards demon hunters.

Most of these people are afraid of witchers from the bottom of their hearts, and they can only ostracize witchers by making noises when there are many people.

Of course, there are also quite a few stupid people among them.

The three of them were seated, and the food was served not long after.

Geralt was in a pretty good mood. When he was in the city hall, he couldn't get the corresponding commission just with the remaining legs of the poisonous crab spider.

However, the city hall personnel who checked the monster's corpse obviously knew something about the witcher and had heard of Geralt, the "Butcher of Levikan" from the north, so they successfully obtained the commission.

Geralt was naturally very happy as his reputation was known and he received a lot of commission.

In addition, Gordon had previously said that he would ask him to go to the brothel to find two of them at night, which made Geralt obviously forget about the unpleasantness of the corpses of poisonous crab spiders being destroyed by ghouls.

Of course, Geralt was just talking.

If Geralt had to do this again, he would not hesitate to leave the crab spider corpse to save Sheena.

Geralt was in a good mood throughout the dinner, but Gordon was a little bored.

A pair of eyes kept looking towards the door of the tavern, always expecting Yevni's figure to appear, obviously a little absent-minded.

As for Hina, throughout the afternoon, except for the moment when she and Gordon were talking about the sea with great interest on the way back, the rest of the time she was in a state of confusion.

Considering that she was rescued from the Plague Banshee's poison, it's not surprising that she is in this state.

Time passes slowly.

Until the food on the plate was finished, Gordon still couldn't wait for Yevni.

Xina ate a little and went to the room upstairs to rest early.

Geralt finished the last piece of mutton chop on the plate, drank the last sip of wine, threw down the napkin after wiping his mouth, looked at Gordon and smiled.

"how?"

"Still thinking about Yevni?"

Seeing Geralt's playful expression, Gordon naturally knew what he wanted to say, so he struck preemptively.

"No, it's just a pity that she didn't show up today."

"After all, I killed an adult-faced monster bird today, and I made a small fortune with no one to share it with. You know... this feeling makes people very unhappy."

Gordon spoke casually, but he just happened to poke Geralt's wound, immediately reminding Geralt of the unpleasant experience of being harmed by ghouls and poisonous crab spiders.

"You are so annoying, kid!"

"Let's go. Since you want me to relax today, I won't argue with you."

"Let me tell you, I know sorceresses very well."

"To deal with sorceresses, you can't get too close at first, as this will make them misunderstand that you are hungry; but you can't stay too far away, as this will make them resent you."

"Sorceresses are not those empty and lonely aristocratic resentful women. They are full of knowledge and have powerful power. You must keep an appropriate distance and then use your own charm..."

Speaking of sorceresses, Geralt, who had just finished two glasses of strong wine, got interested and began to teach Gordon.

"Boy, when it comes to sorceresses, I have played with more sorceresses than you have ever seen..."

Geralt was still talking, and Gordon, who was sitting opposite, looked at the figure walking towards the door of the tavern, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Under the influence of alcohol, Geralt thought that Gordon was interested in his extraordinary experience, and he became more and more interested.

"Gordon, you can't pursue Yevni like this!"

"Don't think Yevni is beautiful. Maybe she is older than your mother. She is really not suitable for you..."

Geralt was still talking, while Gordon kept his eyes and nose in mind without saying a word.

"Geralt, didn't your mentor teach you that it's rude to talk about people behind their back?"

At this time, a pleasant voice sounded.

Geralt's heart suddenly thumped, and he felt aggrieved when he looked at Gordon who looked like it had nothing to do with him.

"This kid is so despicable..."