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After sending Christina out of the villa, Geralt, who was relieved after watching her return home, kept on going. He immediately returned home and put on studded soft armor, breeches and black hard leather boots, and went out with a steel sword. , and did not tell the black-robed mage what happened.

And He Shenyan didn't ask.

Geralt was running wild in the city, and he rushed to the door of that Dale as fast as he could. It was a classic middle-class house with two floors and balconies in a good location. But the witcher wasn't in the mood to pay attention to this right now. He didn't even want to knock on the door politely.

An impatient voice said angrily: "Who is it?! God damn it, you knocked on the door like this at noon?"

He opened the door, and when he saw the tall and murderous witcher, he was stunned, and his tone involuntarily weakened: "...what's the matter with you?"

"Don't you know me?"

Geralt said in a low voice.

Dale's expression turned horrified, he pointed at Geralt, and stammered, "I was just on impulse that day! Cronin and I are all right, really! Ask him if you don't believe me, God, Do not hit me!"

Geralt pulled him off the ground, covered his mouth, and led him into the house, closing the door with his foot. He held Dale's collar, looked at the man who was sweating profusely because of fear, and clenched a fist.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

"What's your relationship with Cronin?"

"I'm his teacher!" Dale's tone was almost outrageous, it seemed that he was really afraid of being beaten.

"Why did you want to stab him with a dagger that day?"

"I was just impulsive! God! For the gods' sake! I was just impulsive! He painted a bust of my Alice, and only I can paint her, I'm just impulsive, please Please don't hit me, please, please..."

The guy was almost on the verge of crying, and his whole body started to tremble. Geralt let go of his hand in disgust, and Dale stepped back immediately. He backed up to the wall of the living room and said, "I told you everything!"

At this time, a woman's lazy voice came from upstairs: "What's so noisy? Dale? Is that you?"

Dale's voice immediately became loud and full of energy, and he said loudly, "It's okay, baby! I'm fine, just talking!"

"You're still interested in music? Why didn't I know that?"

"At the beginning, baby, it's okay! You go to sleep!"

The woman smiled and agreed. Dale returned to his weak look, only intentionally or unintentionally blocking the witcher's gaze upstairs.

Seeing this, Geralt was silent for a while, and then left his home.

He walked on the street, seemingly aimlessly wandering, but in fact he has gradually come to the shantytown. This is a ghetto within a ghetto, and only those who don't care about everything choose to live here. Geralt got into a dark alley. A tattooed guy stood in the dark with a simple mace hanging from his waist, sneering at him.

"Look at what, mutant bastard?"

Geralt stared at him without speaking.

The three people beside the tattoo couldn't hold their breath anymore, they gradually gathered around, and their hands had already touched the weapons on their waists.

"Are your ears full of cow dung? Can't hear him asking what are you looking at?"

Geralt remained silent, silent, and could really mock people.

With a low voice from the tattoo, he punched the witcher in the face, but was chopped off in the middle. The witcher held the sword in one hand, and without hesitation, he made another strike and pierced the tattooed heart. The tattoo opened his mouth, as if he didn't realize what was going on.

Geralt didn't turn his head, he broke a few teeth from the elbow of the guy who was pounced on him with an elbow.

Then he drew his sword out of inertia, rotated his body like a dance, and cut off two heads with ease.

But in the blink of an eye, only one person was left alive.

He raised the dagger in his hand, looked at the steel sword still dripping blood in the witcher's hand, and swallowed.

Geralt didn't talk nonsense to him, wiped the sword clean on his companion, put it in the sheath, and kicked the guy into a shit. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, got up and wanted to run, but the witcher's cold voice sounded behind him: "If you want to die, run."

He stopped, turned around with a smile on his face, and said, "My lord, my lord, I apologize to you for him..."

Geralt strode forward, he punched the guy in the face, pushed him against the wall of the alley, and asked coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you, if you hesitate or lie, I'll connect you with it. Kill all of your family together."

After saying this, he pointed to his eyes: "You should know what I do."

The guy nodded frantically.

"Very good, first question, where is Hawthorne?"

Sure enough, he didn't hesitate, and immediately said, "In the underground casino, my lord."

"Where is the underground casino?"

"...I'll take you there, okay?"

Geralt kicked his knee, bent over and picked up the dagger he had dropped while he was screaming. where?"

"In... the sewers of Third Avenue! My lord!" the guy said, enduring the pain. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Geralt gave him a deep look, pulled out the dagger, put his foot on his neck, and left with a click.

According to him, Geralt came to Third Avenue very quickly. He made a round of twists and turns to find the sewer gate here, kicked the door and walked in. It didn't take long before loud voices and various unpleasant smells came from the front. The witcher's eyes glittered in the gloomy light of the sewers, and he could smell sweat, wine, tobacco. Those noisy voices ranged from excited screams to chagrined roars, and it seemed that there was no doubt that the casino was ahead.

After turning a corner, he saw an iron door. Two tall, big men stood in front of the door, looked at the witcher who was walking slowly, and said, "Stop!"

"Ha, I never thought we'd see a mutant freak come to the casino."

The one on the left said to the one on the right.

"Yeah, hey, you. Freak, what are you doing here?"

Geralt looked at them and spit out two words: "Find someone."

The two looked at each other, their hands were already on the swords around their waists. Without a scabbard, it shone with a cold light, and at a glance, it was known that it was the standard weapon of the army.

"Who are you looking for?"

With a clear sword cry, Geralt's hoarse voice mixed with the sound of his flesh being cut open: "Hawthorne."

With a violent sword force, he slashed the head of the big man on the left in an instant, and the one on the right slashed at him with a roar. A backhand sword pierced his heart.

After doing all this, he squeezed out the Alpha Seal. The light blue psychic power slammed open the iron door, flew out and hit a lot of people. A hoarse voice sounded in the scattered smoke: "Who is Hawthorne?"