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April.

They arrived at High Rock in Kaedwen, also known as Ad Kalai. The city is grand, but too vulgar. Because the Kaldwins who live here have always been known for their vulgarity, and just on the way to the city with the mage, Geralt heard more than forty swear words.

If these words were spoken out in public in a southern city, they might be slapped by the guards. will also be despised.

But here is Kaldwin.

Geralt's mouth couldn't help pulling a smile, he tilted his head and said to the mage: "Welcome to hell."

He Shenyan raised his head from the book and glanced at the schadenfreude witcher. He knew why Geralt was schadenfreude for the simple reason that mages didn't like places that were too loud, and Kaldwin just happened to be a noisy city.

"I've been to hell many times, and it's not like that." He also gave a malicious smile. "Do you want to see?"

"Forget it, where are you staying at night?" Geralt changed the subject without a trace.

"You pick a location, I've never been here before."

"Then, I hope that the hotel I've been to is still open, and the proprietress looks good and the food is delicious."

It didn't take long for them to reach the hotel where Geralt had been. It's a pretty nicely painted white four-story house, and it even has a garden. The atmosphere of this place is out of tune with Kaedwen, and He Shenyan noticed that the local residents who passed by would deliberately lower the volume of small talk.

interesting. He narrowed his eyes.

They handed over the reins of the horses to a little boy who came out, and the boy nodded to them very professionally: "Make sure your horses are well fed, sir!"

The two walked into the hotel, and He Shenyan smelled the aroma of lavender. What caught the eye was the warm decor and dim candlelight, and a woman in a low-cut shirt stood behind the counter and played with a purple flower. She heard the door open, looked up, and Geralt's face gave her a surprised smile.

"Witcher!" She smiled and walked out of the counter, graceful in a long brown dress. "Long time no see, you traveled to Kaldwin again? Who is this?"

"My companion, a mage."

The two shook hands, and the woman turned her gaze to the mage. After staring at his face for more than five seconds, she realized that she should also shake hands with him,

She blushed and stretched out her right hand rather shyly: "Hello, sir."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Are you here to stay?"

"No." Geralt joked sternly. "I'm here to introduce my mage friend to you, Nanna."

"Don't be so rude, or you won't have the beef stewed tonight."

The witcher immediately confessed. He and the mage found a seat by the window and sat down. Nanna waved to them: "The dishes will be here soon, don't worry, it's absolutely delicious."

After speaking, she walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not too worried about that," Geralt said to the mage. "Her dishes are famously delicious. Last time I ate here for a week, I didn't get tired of it. And it's always aftertaste. By the way, I think she likes you."

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"what are you saying?"

"Stop pretending, He. Nanna doesn't like women, and women who don't like women will probably be tempted by your face."

"..." He Shenyan glanced at Geralt speechlessly. He didn't bother to argue with the witcher, and he didn't want to provoke a hotel proprietress for no reason. "Don't mention it, Geralt. Don't misunderstand her."

Geralt shrugged and stopped talking.

The dishes were brought up quickly, two bowls of stewed beef, fragrant. Chunks of beef floated in a thick, crimson broth, garnished with lots of carrots and potatoes. Nanna put it on the table and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you need, gentlemen?"

"Excuse me, Nanna, I want to ask if you have any beer here, any beer. I'd like to have some."

"Ah, Geralt." The proprietress gave him a playful wink. "You haven't forgotten what you did the last time you drank here with me?"

"I promise not this time."

"I hope you won't. I'm glad it's this handsome gentleman with you this time, not the flamboyantly dressed minstrel last time."

She snorted softly and went behind the counter to get her wine.

"Bard?" He Shenyan asked. "When have you been hanging out with poets?"

"Don't mention him, that's an idiot," Geralt said blankly. "If you knew him, you would make the same evaluation as me."

After eating and drinking, Geralt chose to go to the commission board in the city to find some commissions. It was too conspicuous for a witcher to enter the city and not pick up work, and he did not want to attract unnecessary attention. The mage chose to meditate in the house to restore magic power. They weren't in a hurry about what to do with the elves and the stolen warehouse.

They have time.

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Geralt strolled down the street, choosing to stay away from the stinky downtown. It was so stinky there, and the witcher was familiar with the smell, but he still didn't like it.

That's the taste of poverty.

Geralt smirked at the thought—how did I become as sentimental and cynical as Dandelion? Still, an idea took root in his mind.

Who made them so poor?

He didn't think about it any longer, but came to the commission board in the flowers. It stood in a field of purple and red flowers, and it was very old, and the witcher reached out and took the first one. The commission board in the city was changed once a week, so he didn't have to worry about going to the door, but the matter was already over.

"Warning: Old Greene is dead, looking for a reliable person who can make a coffin."

I can't make coffins.

He put the first one back and reached for the second.

"Anyone lost a cat at home? Yesterday I..."

Well, this one doesn't have to be read.

The witcher sifted through each of them boredly, and finally, in the seventh, he smelled the breath of work.

"Looking for a gentleman (or lady) with great courage, or expertise in ghosts, I have had too much physical discomfort due to my participation in the elven massacre a year ago and witnessed too many nightmarish scenes. For a year, living alone at home has always felt gloomy eyes staring at my back."

"I'm not sure if it's a ghost, but I'm exhausted physically and mentally, and I can't live a normal life. I look forward to your coming. There must be a big reward."

Signed as Baron Targaryen.

interesting.

Geralt thought, Oh, baron? Some earned.

With his sword on his back, he headed towards the address line on the commission board.

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