Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

It was lunch time in the afternoon, although the Hof Tavern was not as lively as it was at night.

But there were still a lot of people eating, and almost every table was occupied.

Gordon also occupied a table, which was a large wine table by the window, enough for four people.

"Is there anyone sitting here?"

The tall, middle-aged demon hunter with conspicuous long gray-white hair spoke calmly.

Although it was a question, the middle-aged man's tone did not seem to mean asking for Gordon's consent, but just stating a fact.

Although the demon hunters turn a blind eye to the rejection and whispers and curses of ordinary people, it does not mean that they are really afraid of ordinary people.

They just don't want to cause trouble.

"No, this table is very big, you can do whatever you want."

Gordon didn't care about the other person's tone and spoke.

The middle-aged demon hunter sat down directly with the girl behind him.

While Gordon was waiting for his food, he calmly looked at the two real demon hunters who unexpectedly appeared at the table opposite him.

The middle-aged demon hunter is tall, wearing black mail armor, and carries two long swords with different hilts on his back.

His long gray hair was tied into a crisp ponytail, and a hideous scar on the left side of his face extended from his forehead to almost half of his face under his eyes.

His whole person has a thick and deep aura, and at first glance he looks like the kind of character who is not easy to mess with.

As for the girl next to him, she has dry blond hair, a fair face, but a lot of freckles, and she looks young.

The girl wore yellow leather armor and carried two swords on her back, but the swords were much smaller than those of the middle-aged demon hunter.

"You don't seem to be afraid of us?"

The middle-aged demon hunter simply sorted out the packages beside him, looked up at Gordon and said.

His senses were extremely sharp and he had long been aware of the gaze of the man at the opposite table.

"You are not monsters, why should I be afraid of you."

After hearing the middle-aged demon hunter's words, Gordon spoke calmly.

"You're the first person to really think so, I can feel it."

"Thank you."

The middle-aged demon hunter said nothing. The blond girl beside him was silent for a while and then spoke.

"No, you don't have to say that..."

"Xina, you don't have to say that..."

Hearing the girl's somewhat low words, Gordon opened his mouth, but unexpectedly the middle-aged demon hunter also spoke.

The two of them said almost at the same time.

"You are indeed very different."

The middle-aged demon hunter's nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something. He gave Gordon a thoughtful look and stopped talking.

At this time, the pretty maid Erica came over with a portion of steaming mushroom stewed yak meat.

I saw two demon hunters who had just arrived at the tavern sitting at Gordon's table.

His steps suddenly slowed down, and his face showed a trace of nervousness.

"Mr. Gordon, please use it slowly."

Erica carefully placed the food in front of Gordon's table, glanced at the two demon hunters opposite and left quickly.

Just as Erica left, the meals ordered by the two demon hunters also arrived.

A middle-aged woman with a bucket figure came to the seat carrying two pieces of steaming food.

Although the middle-aged woman serving the meal tried her best to express that she was not afraid of the witcher, there was no nervous repulsion on her face like the others in the tavern.

But Gordon, the middle-aged woman approached the two demon hunters, and her slightly trembling fingers could still be seen when she put down the dinner plate.

Ordinary people in this world are indeed quite taboo against the existence of demon hunters.

Because the existence of terrifying monsters cannot be separated from the help of demon hunters.

Also because of the different power and strangeness between demon hunters and ordinary people, they are jealous and repelled.

During the following meal time, Gordon did not speak to the two demon hunters across from him.

It's not that he doesn't want to know more about the witchers, it's just that he doesn't have a good excuse.

This world is very cold between strangers, let alone between demon hunters and ordinary strangers.

If you speak rashly, you may not only not be able to recognize the other party, but also be speculated and doubted by the other party.

Of course, Gordon can also reveal his identity to show that he has no malicious intentions.

But who knows how witchers get along with each other, not to mention that Gordon is not a real witcher. If the other party asks more about the secrets that only witchers know, they may be exposed.

Gordon has strengthened his physical attributes and swordsmanship, and has a golden finger on his body. He is not weaker than other demon hunters, and he can grow stronger faster.

Naturally, he doesn't want to show weakness in front of others, even if the other person is a demon hunter.

Anyway, his purpose is to destroy monsters and earn soul power that he can use to strengthen himself.

I just don’t understand the methods and methods of witchers, as long as I can accept the commission and destroy the monsters.

Anyway, the group of demon hunters is rare, and they all like to live alone.

As long as Gordon doesn't admit his identity, who will doubt him?

So, just go with it and let nature take its course.

Gordon thought secretly.

Gordon paid attention to each other while eating.

Originally, I wanted to hear what they would say and see if I could answer the call.

Unexpectedly, since the food was served, the two of them have been grabbing the food on the plate and just eating it, and the eating appearance is not very good.

Gordon tried to discern something from the middle-aged demon hunter's steady and cold face.

But it was obviously in vain.

Only then did he remember that in his original memory, the life span of a demon hunter was much longer than that of ordinary people.

The cold, middle-aged man with scars on his face in front of him may have been older than the apparent age shown on his face and appearance.

The blond girl beside her seemed much simpler to Gordon.

Gordon can guarantee that as long as the middle-aged demon hunter disappears for a while, he will definitely be able to strike up a conversation with the girl.

Seeing that the food on each other's plates was getting less and less, Gordon felt a little anxious.

From the original memory, Gordon knew that the number of demon hunters was not very large.

For ordinary people in this world, they may never see a real demon hunter in person.

Now that there are two living demon hunters in front of us, it would be a pity not to catch them and talk to each other.

"Teacher, shall we spend the night here tonight?"

At this time, the blond girl with freckles put down her knife and fork and suddenly said.

That's it, Gordon silently gave the girl a thumbs up in his heart.

"No, we'll spend the night on the road."

"Although there are many tasks over there, there must be more than just the two of us going there. It's too late to go..."

The middle-aged demon hunter put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin next to the dinner plate, wiped the corners of his mouth, and shook his head.

Being unable to answer the call, Gordon felt regretful.

At this moment, the middle-aged demon hunter suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Gordon and said, "Are you interested?"

"What?"

Gordon didn't react and was a little confused.

"Are you interested in joining the big mission in Forovdo Town?"

The middle-aged witcher repeated it, and Gordon understood it this time.

It turns out that the other party has long been aware of his identity, but he doesn't know why he invited him to perform the mission together.

You must know that ordinary demon hunters make money quickly and spend more, and most of them do not have enough money.

No one can have too many delegated tasks.