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"Witcher! Witcher! Here's a letter from you."

Geralt turned around, a child was calling him. Seeing him turn around, the child hurried over, took out a letter from the satchel at his waist, handed it to him, and bowed: "Greetings from the Gregory family, Master Witcher. !"

After saying that, he ran away.

The witcher watched him go away, and lowered his head to open the letter. A fragrance wafted out, and he began to read the letter.

"Dear Geralt of Rivia, first of all I would like to extend my sincere greetings to you."

"Thank you for your act of justice, the Gregory family will not forget."

"Secondly, I think it is necessary for me to inform you about the final fate of Carlyle Vinson. If you have been following the newspapers recently, you should know that his mining business has been acquired by us, and he may be on the side of the road now. Be a beggar."

"I hope he gets sick in a few years and then dies in the cold with a heart full of pain."

"I don't know what you think of me, but I think revenge is a virtue. Revenge is not a foolish game or a pointless vain act, as poets and philosophers say, it is a mother who has lost her beloved son like me. The last thing that can taste happiness."

"Finally, I want to say something to you about Cronin. I knew he was a paranoid kid, but I didn't know he was so paranoid. He wanted to overthrow the centuries-old Novigrad by himself. The political landscape, this is tantamount to playing with fire. I think his death may have something to do with me. If I hadn't been immersed in the pain of bereavement, he probably wouldn't have been."

"However, things are fickle. Master witcher. If you're willing to watch the madness of an old woman like me up to this point, I think I need to tell you something."

"Fate is capricious."

"Fate made our family move out of Novigrad's political center seventy years ago, made my husband die in remorse, made my son full of hatred for those high-ranking MPs, and made him a sympathetic weakling , who cared about the poor. But in the end, it also made him die miserably."

"Just write it here, Master. I'm sure you're tired of watching it too. Please keep your distance from us. Although Carlyle Vincent has fallen, his partner is not. If you get too close to us, you may will be implicated. But I must thank you, and words are not enough. If you want, come to the Temple of Meritelli at seven o'clock tomorrow night, and you will be thanked by the Gregorian family, And our small but eternal friendship."

"Your friend, a mother who lost her son."

He folded the letter again, put it in the envelope, and stuffed it into Uchimura's armor.

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"My friend Geralt is a man who likes to express himself with cynicism for the most part. He has very few facial expressions, only subtle expressions on his face when he is with people he knows. ."

"In my years of friendship with him, we've been through a lot, and I'm sure my readers have some impressions of it, whether it's catching vampires in Novigrad together, or my relationship with the duchess. Love and hate, you should all be fairly familiar. I'm not going to lie to my readers, so I want to tell you a new story and make one thing clear again."

"He's not the unsentimental killer, monster. Or a freak who can do anything for money. He's a living man, a man of high moral character who dares to draw swords for innocent people. In my In his eyes, he was more of a knight than a witcher. Even though he was in a rough patch for the most part, that didn't affect him."

"After a drink, Geralt told me a story.

I forgot how he started, but I am very impressed with this story, please listen to me in detail. "

"It was at the end of the year 1233, and Geralt traveled to Novigrad with the famous black-robed mage. They lived here for a while, and Geralt took some commissions from the water ghosts in the city to spend his time Day, and the black-robed mage is just like he left the deepest impression on the world, he stayed in the house all day reading books."

"As the days passed, until December 1233, Geralt met a young man in the square, Cronin Gregory. He was a young painter, because he had given him jealousy on his own accord. The teacher's wife painted a bust and was attacked by the teacher in the main square, and Geralt happened to pass by, and he heroically rescued the young man. And the story begins here."

"Cronin is thrilled that he's going to paint a picture of Geralt—yes, that's the picture, Geralt of Rivia, the one that made our witcher famous all over the world. At this time, it was just a prototype. Geralt said that he sat that morning, with people coming and going in the main square, and Cronin focused on the work he was doing, and when the first edition was finally completed, he was hungry. The witcher has long since given up looking at paintings."

"In this case, he was still stunned by the rough first edition, although I doubt he could actually tell the difference between the first edition and the finished edition as I did - his bad taste in art is well known .”

"Just like that, Cronin Gregory made an appointment with our Geralt to visit his house in a week's time to see the finished painting. Geralt wasn't supposed to be interested in art, but he was obsessed that day, or maybe it was fate As a matter of course, he arrived on time for the appointment that day. But when he arrived at Cronin's house, he saw the poor painter's body. In order to respect such an artist as him, I will not describe his appearance here, please forgive."

"And the witcher showed a rare rage, and in one day he found the real murderer of the painter's death - the city councillor Carly Vinson, who died in 1235, the body was only half a month in the street. It is worth mentioning that at that time the underground gang boss 'Hawthorne' in Novigrad was also beaten to death by Geralt in this incident. Tasteful patron of the arts."

"Then, it's something that everyone is familiar with - the Gregory family kicked Carlyle Vincent out of his office within three days after learning of the real murderer, bought his business, and let him On the streets. He deserves it, I say. Let's not discuss whether Cronin Gregory is right or not, but he was only a young man, and he did nothing bad in his short life, quite the contrary, His reputation in the shanty towns is unparalleled - people know he's a good-hearted man."

"His death may be a loss in our art history. But my evaluation of him is the same as the words he engraved on the statue next to the statue of his ancestors on the St. Gregory Bridge."

"...But I've been here before, and when people of later generations resist oppression and call out heroes, they still have names to call."

--Dandrian, "Half a Century of Poetry," also known as "Memoirs of a Poet."