Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

"I also admit defeat..."

The tall young mercenary had a nervous expression on his face, and spoke with his hands half raised.

The entire hall of the Black Rose Tavern immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers, loud whistles, curses, and excited shouts.

"The Gray Wolf mercenary team is such a fucking waste. Three of them fought against one, and they still lost..."

"Trash, go to hell. What's the difference between calling the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team and the Rat Mercenary Team..."

"Three losers, you still want to get ahead in Forov with your stuff like this, go ahead and dream, you deserve to be weighed down by the demon hunters forever..."

"I lost a whole gold coin. You three bastards are such wastes. Why don't you just die..."

"What a waste. It's a shame that I still trust you so much. Gray Wolf Mercenary Team, don't try to get any mission commissions from me in the future..."

"Go to hell, you three idiots, get out of Forovdo..."

The ones who were shouting and cursing like crazy were naturally the gamblers who spent a lot of money to bet on the three members of the Gray Wolf mercenary team.

Gamblers don't analyze why they lose, they only care about winning or losing, and then red-eyedly attribute all the reasons for their losses to the person they bet on.

"Haha, it's crazy. Mutants, no, demon hunters are so powerful. From now on, I will never say the word mutant again. They are real warriors and deserve our respect. I

I like them, hahahaha..."

"Huh, what a risk. I made a small profit. Fortunately, I made another investment with the demon hunter, otherwise I would have suffered a big loss today..."

"Then what's the name of the demon hunter boy? Brother Dun, right? It's a really good name. I remember him. He made me win a gold coin, a whole gold coin. Hahahaha, I like the witcher...

."

"Gordon, Gordon, you are a hero, I love you to death, hahahahaha..."

"Gordon, young witcher Gordon, your name will be spread throughout all the taverns in Forovdo tomorrow. You are famous as a witcher boy. You deserve such a reputation because I won money, haha

Ha ha..."

"Ah ah ah, I win, I win, Gordon, I love you, you can have me, I will give you free sex tonight..."

As many people in the tavern hall were scolding the three members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team as they were in ecstasy, praising Gordon loudly and wildly.

These drunkards, who are already in a state of drunkenness, will yell because of a little amplification of their emotions, vividly interpreting the hatred and joy hidden deep in their hearts.

In particular, one of the tavern's part-time maids, who had suppressed many Gordons, let out a bold scream with excitement, making the men in the tavern burst into laughter.

"Teacher, what school of seal does Gordon use? Why do you feel there is something different?"

Among the onlookers, Xina asked Geralt at the side in confusion.

"I don't know either. Many schools of demon hunters were destroyed many years ago. Too many potion formulas and seal inheritances were lost and destroyed..."

"I can't tell what this guy Gordon is like."

Geralt shook his head and continued: "It doesn't matter what school this kid is from, as long as he is the Gordon we know."

"But this boy's strength has improved so fast. At the beginning, he was barely able to deal with night monsters. I didn't expect that he can even deal with adult human-faced monster birds now."

"There is also the method of sealing shown today. This guy is very mysterious. I think he is similar to you..."

Geralt sighed and suddenly joked.

"Teacher, you know me, I don't even know what's going on in my body..."

Seeing Geralt mention it, Xina quickly explained.

"Okay, of course I know, I'm just talking."

"I want to tell you that this guy Gordon is a bit mysterious. You don't need to delve too much into him."

"There are too many mysterious people and things in this world."

"We just need to remember that he is our partner."

As Geralt said this, the mystery of this boy Gordon couldn't help but flash through his mind.

You could say Gordon is a witcher, but there are many things he doesn't look like.

For example, I have never seen the nameplate of that boy's school; I have very limited knowledge about demon hunters; I know even less about monsters.

You might say he's not, but that kid behaves very much like him.

For example, magic potions are extremely poisonous to ordinary people. This kid drank nothing and was almost the same as me.

For example, swordsmanship. Although Gordon's swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the swordsmanship in the army, Gordon's swordsmanship is superb. Geralt is sure that Gordon will not be able to practice it at the age when he has just joined the army. Only the Witcher Academy can cultivate it.

This kind of genius comes.

So much so that Geralt now has some doubts about whether he can beat Gordon in swordsmanship.

For example, what Gordon has been doing now is accepting commissioned tasks and hunting monsters in exchange for commissions.

Is this different from other witchers?

Not at all!

Therefore, Geralt doesn't care who Gordon is now, as long as he is a good brother and good partner.

"Go over there, this guy Gordon is quite impressive tonight..."

Geralt smiled and walked towards Gordon with Xina.

In the middle of the hall, Gordon was getting the bet agreement signed by both parties from the tavern owner, and walked up to the embarrassed three people.

"Wake him up!"

Gordon pointed at the captain of the Gray Wolf mercenary team who was still unconscious on the ground, and gave instructions in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes..."

"Wake up, captain..."

The tall young mercenary responded like a chicken pecking at rice, and immediately stepped forward to shake his captain, but there was no effect at all.

"hurry up!"

When Gordon urged, the tall young mercenary immediately raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged mercenary in the face with a fierce look on his face.

The middle-aged mercenary who had five bright red fingerprints began to slowly wake up.

"Are you awake? Listen up, you three. According to the bet agreement we signed before, all the valuable things you have on your body now belong to me?"

"No objection!"

After Gordon finished speaking, he stared coldly at the three people in front of him, with one hand on the dagger at his waist.

As long as any of the three dares to have objections, Gordon will not mind ruthlessly bringing them to blood.

It's one thing not to kill people, but Gordon has no scruples about being cruel to these old oily and ruthless mercenaries.

Generally, after a duel is completed in a tavern, the possibility of the winning party getting the bet is not 100%. There are always some guys who have no spirit of contract and no so-called face at all.

After all, compared to money, the spirit of contract and face are worthless.

"No, no objection..."

"No objection..."

The three of them spoke with difficult expressions. Although they wanted to break the contract, they had to see whether the situation at hand would allow it.

In front of this young and powerful demon hunter, they had no chance to break the contract, and they did not dare to break the contract.

"That's good!"

"Then listen, first hand over the money bags you have."

Gordon spoke coldly.

It is human nature to watch the excitement. At this time, everyone in the Black Rose Tavern gathered around.

"hurry up..."

"Hurry up, hand over the money bag..."

"You three bastards who made me lose money..."

Before Gordon could speak, the enthusiastic spectators around him immediately started urging him unceremoniously.

Under such circumstances, the three of them could only obediently take out their money bags one by one, and then handed them over to Gordon's hands with extremely reluctant expressions.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Gordon shook the three money bags in his hands and roughly estimated the number of coins inside.

The total amount should add up to about five gold coins, which is pretty good.

Gordon put away his money bag, glanced at the three mercenaries with greedy eyes, and then grinned and said.

"I think the leather armor and armor on the three of you are very good. Take them off...and hand over the weapons as well."

Gordon opened his mouth again, but it was at the end of his rope!

Although the three mercenary teams were extremely sad to lose their money bags, they could still bear it.

But now if they were asked to take off their leather armor and hand over their weapons, it would really cost them their lives.

The three of them were not very good at it, so they became mercenaries.

This armor and leather armor and weapons are the most valuable possessions on their bodies, and they are also the ones who feed them.

Now that Gordon is making such a request, how can the three mercenaries not be angry? This is costing their lives!

As for the contract signed before the duel, as well as the face and reputation of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team, can that be compared with his own life?

Not worth mentioning at all!

The three mercenaries looked at each other in embarrassment and already had plans to escape.

Seeing the hesitant expressions on the three mercenaries' faces and twinkling eyes, Gordon could not guess what these three guys were planning.

So without hesitation, he pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, shook the contract in his other hand, and threatened in a cold voice: "What, you don't want to?"

"This contract is clearly written in black and white. If you dare to break the contract, I will kill you. The town guard will not say a word!"

Gordon spoke slowly, his cold gaze fixed on the three mercenaries. As long as they dared to make any move, Gordon would not hesitate to kill them.

"Kill them..."

"Kill these three bastards..."

"I know that this kind of low-level mercenary is not worthy of trust. How dare you regret it after losing..."

"Damn, I'm blind so I beat these three bastards to win..."

"Hurry up and hand over your weapons and take off your armor..."

"I'm willing to admit defeat, you three losers dare to go back on your word..."

Surrounded by a crowd of indignant onlookers, in front of him was the fierce and defensive Demon Hunter Gordon.

They couldn't run away if they wanted to, and they couldn't fight if they wanted to. The three mercenaries had no choice at all.

"Of course I do...just..."

The middle-aged mercenary spoke bravely.

"Are you taking it off yourself?"

"Or should I find someone to take it off for you?"

Gordon didn't intend to listen to what the other party had to say anymore, so he interrupted coldly.

"I'll come, let me come..."

"I lost a whole gold coin, let me do it..."

"I, I, I can help..."

As soon as Gordon opened his mouth, the surrounding crowd immediately shouted loudly.

"Let me come, I want to see if these untrustworthy guys dare to take money rather than their lives."

Geralt shouted loudly and led Sheena out of the crowd.

When the three mercenaries saw two more demon hunters coming out, their faces turned pale and they were completely stunned.

It’s really over at this point!

Gordon is a powerful young demon hunter who can easily deal with three of them by himself.

Now there were two more demon hunters, and the three's thoughts of escaping were completely shattered.

"Bang..."

"Wow..."

The three weapons were first thrown in front of Gordon.

Facing the three demon hunters who were looking at them eagerly, the three mercenaries gave up the idea of ​​​​escape and honestly began to take off their clothes.

"Take it off, take it off quickly..."

"That one, the one inside is also leather armor..."

"Lower body, the leggings on the lower body too, take them off quickly..."

Gordon didn't even need to say anything, the crowd around him supervised the three mercenaries taking off their equipment.

"That one, that one inside, Fatty, do you still want to get away with it?"

At this time, a middle-aged man who probably lost a lot of money with the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team stared at the taller young mercenary among the three mercenaries and shouted.

"No more, really no more, it's already empty inside..."

The tall young mercenary who was originally a bad-tempered man didn't dare to have any temper at this time. He protected his lower body pants and said aggrievedly.

"If you don't believe it, unless you take it off and see, there is definitely a pair of leggings hidden inside..."

The middle-aged man shouted reluctantly, and as soon as he spoke, all the eyes of the audience were focused on the tall young mercenary.

"Take it off, take it off quickly..."

"Fat man, take off your clothes..."

The people around started making noises, and Geralt immediately looked over with a murderous look on his face.

The tall young mercenary trembled in fright, and all the grievances and sorrows in his heart suddenly came up. The tall and fat mercenary all cried, and he was forced to pull down his pants without any choice.

"It's really gone. If you don't believe it, just look..."

The tall young mercenary took off his pants, revealing white stripes of hairy thighs with an earthworm-like thing hanging in the middle, which immediately made the onlookers burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Oh my god, is there really such a small thing? Can it be useful..."

"Oh my god, let me see such a thing, my eyes will go blind, hahahahaha..."

"My mom, I've learned so much..."

"I told you there is no such thing..."

The tall young mercenary immediately lifted up his trousers, and his voice was obviously crying. The big mercenary who was so fierce before was actually forced to cry.

This also made the surrounding onlookers laugh even more happily.

The middle-aged mercenary and the stocky mercenary saw that there was no way to hide anything in this formation, so they quickly took off everything except a pair of underwear.

Only then did Gordon pick through a pile of clothes that smelled of strong body odor, sweat, and alcohol. He found a total of two sets of leather armor, one set of ordinary armor, a short sword, a long sword, and a

Hatchet.

Although they are all ordinary goods, there are enough of them, and they are worth five or six gold coins in total. After disposing of them, you can make a small profit.

After Gordon finished picking, he looked at the three mercenaries and pointed at the clothes on the ground and said, "Take these things and you can get out."

The three mercenaries immediately rushed forward, each grabbed a few pieces of clothing and held them in their arms. They did not dare to change in the tavern and hurriedly ran towards the door.

But just as they ran to the door, the three mercenaries stopped. The middle-aged mercenary captain turned around and shouted at the crowd: "Frank, if you still don't leave, do you want me to treat you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin young mercenary emerged from the crowd and followed three teammates wearing thin underwear with a stern expression.

When the four people hurriedly opened the door of the tavern, they crawled into the ice and snow outside.

Everyone in the tavern couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha..."