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The sheriff scratched his face suspiciously, and said, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden? No, Geralt. There's no one in the area like you say. If there is, those gossiping women make sure to put him on the threshold. Flattened."

"Okay, thank you." The witcher nodded, standing up to leave. Keldemion quickly grabbed him and asked, "Can you stay in Bravicando for a while? Anyway, you have to spend the winter, why don't you stay here with me? There's an empty room in the attic - why send How about going to blackmail those treacherous hotel owners? We can chat, and I'd like to know your fresh experience of traveling around the world in the past two years."

"I really want to, but what will Liposhi think? She was obviously lukewarm to me last time."

"Hi! In our house, women's words don't count. But let's say privately, don't do that kind of thing again."

"You mean I threw the mouse with the fork?"

"No, what I said was that you actually hit it."

"Isn't that fun?"

"It's funny! But she doesn't think so, don't do it in front of Liposhi. Let's cook for her. And, what's your—what's that thing at the door?"

"Kikimo."

"Do you still use it?"

"What do I want it for? If there's no bounty, just throw it in the cesspool."

"Not a bad idea. Hey! Kareka, Borg, Kerry Peb! Are you there?"

A town guard with a halberd on his shoulder walked in, and the sharp blade of the halberd scraped against the door frame, leaving a mark. But no one noticed it except Geralt.

"Kerry Peb, go get the donkey and throw it in the cesspool with that Kikimo on its back. Got it?"

"Yes. But... Mrs. Sheriff—"

"what?"

"Maybe before throwing this terrifying monster in the cesspool—"

"how?"

"We can take it to Master Irion. Maybe he can use it."

Kyle DeMion patted his forehead.

"You're pretty smart, Kerry Peb. Listen, Geralt, maybe our local mage will give you something in exchange for your dead body. The fishermen bring him the strangest fish ever. —Like Octopus, Kleibart, and Heron. Lots of people make a fortune from that. Come on, let's go to the tower."

"Wait a minute, you actually found a mage for yourself? Is he going to live for a long time, or just passing by?"

"Long stay. His name is Irion, and he's lived in Blaviken for a year. He's a mighty wizard, Geralt, from the looks of it."

"I doubt that a powerful wizard would pay for a Kikimo," Geralt grimaced. "As far as I know, there are no alchemy recipes that call for it. Needless to say, your Irion will be humiliated. Me, we witchers and wizards have not always had a good time together."

"I've never heard of Master Irion humiliating anyone. Of course, I can't swear he'll pay you, but there's no harm in trying. Maybe there's Kikimo in the swamp, so what if that's the case? Just in case, let the wizard take a look at this monster, and then go to the moor and cast some spells."

The witcher thought for a moment. "Okay then, Keldemion. But I have other things to do. Why don't you tell me where the tower is, and I'll go over there myself."

"It's right next to the town center. It's made of granite. It stands out."

"Okay, thank you, Keldemion, see you at the tavern at night, or the Golden Court?"

"Of course! You can see tonight, I've won a lot of Gwent cards in the past two years!"

The witcher let out a low hum and turned and walked out the door. The donkey was left there, guarded by two guards. They chased away the crowd who were trying to get around, while they peeked at the Kikimo themselves.

The Tuna Tavern was not far from the Sheriff's house, and he would let the poor horse rest a little longer. Geralt walked slowly on the dirt road and soon reached the entrance of the tavern.

He pushed open the door, and the black-robed man sat in the corner with his back to him, pouring himself a drink. Geralt glanced around, and the pub at noon was very clean, with no people. The bartender didn't say a word when he saw him come in, just lowered his head and wiped the thick wooden wine glass.

Geralt sat down opposite the man, the scabbard hitting the bench, making a muffled sound. The man smiled, stretched out a slender white hand and shook it with him, not minding the stains on the witcher's gloves at all.

"Hello, what should I call you?"

"Geralt." The witcher's hoarse voice contained unabashed vigilance.

The man kept a polite smile. He introduced himself: "My name is He Shenyan, which may be a bit of a twist for you. So just call me He."

Geralt nodded, and he said, "Okay, Ho. What's the matter with me?"

The man's eyes lit up, he pondered for a while, and said with a smile, "That's right, Mr. Geralt. I would like to ask you to assist me in completing a study for a generous fee."

As he said that, he took out a long gold bar from the sleeve of the robe. Geralt's eyes were fixed on the gold bar for a while, and he was reluctant to leave. He swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat and said, "What research? I declare in advance that I won't accept a commission that is too dangerous."

"you."

For a split second, Geralt thought he had heard it wrong. But he quickly stood up and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I refuse."

"No, no, you must have misunderstood something." The man who called himself He stood up, and he stretched out a hand to stop Geralt in front of Geralt, still smiling: "It's not for you to drink the potion or dissect it. You or something. I just wanted to follow you for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to observe you, that's all. Aren't you a witcher? Excuse me, I didn't say that word very well. Mine Meaning, I just want to see how you kill those monsters."

They sat down at the table again, and the man poured Geralt a glass of wine, but he had absolutely no intention of drinking it.

"...I don't understand," said the witcher sullenly.

"what?"

"In my impression, mages usually don't communicate with us so patiently."

"you?"

"Witcher."

"Ah, yes. You can think of me as a slightly different mage." His smile faded as he said this, but his handsome face soon resurfaced. Geralt found himself completely unable to see what the man was trying to do.

"No, I mean, if you ask us anything, you usually just say it. Not a deal."

"Interesting, do you have any covenant with the mages? Do you have to do things for them or something?"

"No, but you are much stronger than us."

"This...I have reservations."

Maybe not much stronger, He Shenyan said silently in his heart.

"Anyway, the deal is simple, Mr. Geralt. I don't want anything. It doesn't require anything from you, and it doesn't require your blood and sweat. Just allow me to watch while you work. It's up to you. ?"

He put the gold bar on the table and pushed it towards Geralt.

The witcher smiled bitterly in his heart, how should I refuse? I can't beat you again, alas, I have money anyway.

He took the gold bar, and the two shook hands again: "Deal."

Geralt didn't drink that glass of wine until they left the tavern.