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I don't know since when, Geralt began to feel that the world has changed.

He first heard such an argument decades ago, when a middle-aged man who had been beaten to death by passing soldiers for no reason had said it to him indignantly. He said the world is becoming more and more cruel, people hate each other, and sooner or later they will destroy each other.

At the time, Geralt thought what he said was extreme, but understandable. And now...

After briefly burying the child's body, they moved on. None of the three said clearly, but all three knew that they had to clean up this sect. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will be murdered by them.

They crossed the disturbingly clear stream and advanced a certain distance, and what appeared before them was a desolate glade.

A few solitary birches stood on the bare ground, their dead branches without leaves stretched out to face the sky, quivering uncomfortably whenever the wind blew. The horses approached, and some birds parked on the branches flew away quickly, panicking. They screamed and left the horizon.

He Shenyan squinted thoughtfully as he stared at their distant figures. The animal bone dagger was still in his hand, and at this moment, it was becoming hot little by little.

Geralt was the first to find the corpse, and something looming in the woods made him chill. The long white dress fluttered in the wind, and the bloodless body was tied to a big tree in the forest. The rope made of thorns stabbed her body with blood, and there was a large gap on the neck. is the cause of her death.

At this point, the wound edges were already pale with blood loss. She opened her eyes wide, looking up at the sky. Cursed words like unbelievers were smeared on her face with blood, and some spiders were crawling around her.

Behind her, there are more.

Men, women and children, regardless of race. Some were so decomposed that maggots-laden guts could be seen through the ribs.

Regis sighed softly.

"Sometimes what you do to your own kind makes me shudder, Geralt."

The witcher didn't answer, he pursed his lips tightly. Only the mage looks the most relaxed and calm. He rolled over and dismounted, his boots on the hard dirt. He threw the dagger out, and it fell vertically, just stuck in the middle of the dirt, creating a deep gap.

Then he turned to Regis and Geralt and said, "Sometimes I've been criticized for being too cruel, gentlemen. I hope you don't mind—because some people really don't deserve to be called. for people."

The ground began to tremble.

Black smoke emerged from the forest, as black as hell. The manic flame suddenly bloomed behind him, wrapping the entire forest in it, but it did not affect those trees in any way. The firelight illuminated He Shenyan's expressionless profile. Then, Geralt heard screams.

A man covered in flames ran out of the woods, and more. They were naked, with their burnt skin torn to pieces. Everyone screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames. However, no one succeeded.

And He Shenyan even had the intention to explain to him and Regis: "This is the fire of sin, fueled by the sin in their souls. Those who do less evil will only be burned half to death, and there is still hope of surviving. ."

"Then, what about those who do evil things?"

The mage turned his head and glanced at the questioning witcher, and smiled softly.

The flames burned for three hours before they were back on the road.

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Arrival in Lower Soden was delayed a bit, but not too late. They were fortunate enough to enter Lower Soden before the guards closed the city gates. The buildings in the city do not have a uniform style and are disorganized. This is still a red brick house, and the next one may become a pure wooden building.

There are no rules to speak of.

Geralt tugged at the turnip's reins lightly, allowing the mare to slightly avoid the approaching pedestrian. The two little devils stood in the middle of the road and played plaid, and the prize was a rag sandbag. Many beggars are begging in the streets, their clothes are shabby, but they are not yellow and thin. Some are even very strong.

These people all stared at the three of them with strange eyes, and the witcher stared back and forth without fear, some avoided his eyes, and some persisted for a while before relaxing. And some people just don't know when to stop.

A man stood up, he had been sitting in the corner. Wearing a tattered shirt, revealing two strong arms, with a loop of hemp rope tied around the right arm. The man sneered and stepped forward. Several bald men followed behind him, silent and fierce.

"Looks like we're in trouble again."

He Shenyan said without raising his head. His words made Regis chuckle. The latter whispered humorously: "A witcher, a mage, and a high-level vampire walk together and travel together, isn't that what happens?"

Then, they heard Geralt's icy voice coming from the front: "Now get out of here, assholes. I'm not in the mood to beat you all to find your teeth."

The mage raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Geralt doesn't usually deal with local hooligans like that, and he certainly has the power to kill every one of them. But doing so would mean he would be wanted and would no longer be able to receive commissions in the city. Even beating everyone up would only cause more trouble.

You know, these people never know what it means to give up.

The witcher's words were counterproductive, a smile appeared on the mouth of the guy who took the lead, and the crowd quickly surrounded them. He Shenyan noticed that more people were coming from the corner, and they silently cut off the street, making it a place that the guards couldn't reach.

Funny... kinda well-trained. He Shenyan thought quietly.

Geralt sighed, rolled over and dismounted. He didn't talk too much nonsense, the guy who took the lead in blocking the road wanted to say something cruel, but he was punched directly in the face. The bridge of the nose made a crisp Kacha sound on the spot, followed by the gushing blood.

"Are you going to help, Geralt?" He Shenyan asked immediately.

"No, no need."

Geralt didn't look back, raised his elbow and opened the corner of a guy who was trying to attack him from behind. , and could not help but scream.

"It seems that a few guys are coming towards us." Regis said softly, the old vampire still clutching a handful of bales. "Are you going to take action? Or am I here to make them suffer?"

"I won't do it anymore."

He Shenyan yawned: "If you let me come, the scene will become ugly. Besides, my activity target for today has been reached."

He slumped forward lazily and propped up his face: "Quick, quick, okay? I really want to take a hot bath."