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The announcement culminated in a collapsed cry of the announcer, who fled the crowd and fled. He Shenyan stared at the direction he was leaving, and began to regret his sudden rise.

He was not sorry for the announcer, but for what he had said. Sometimes it's not good for human beings to say things too far ahead. At this time, he began to gradually understand why the Nymphs would never intervene in the running of the world.

You can't save everyone, and you can't make a world perfect.

He stepped off the podium, and the crowd looked at him in awe, like a god. He Shenyan simply disappeared in place, but the spells he used made the announcement even more magical. And then spread more widely, and even spread to the Skellige Islands.

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"I've heard it all."

Geralt stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth and said inarticulately: "An oriental man in a black robe severely ran an Eternal Fire poster on the billboard. I'm guessing you, not Will someone just happen to be wearing a black robe, going under Sodden, and they're pretty good at speaking?"

"Eat your meal." He Shenyan said angrily.

He used a knife and fork to cut a tender piece of lamb, and the juice splashed. He Shenyan stared at the piece of mutton and shook his head gently: "Do you have anything else to do while you are in Soden?"

"I think it should be gone."

Geralt picked up a loaf of white bread and worked it out in two or three bites. Then he picked up the goblet on the side and drank the red wine in one gulp.

Regis covering his face embarrassedly at his eating appearance, the old vampire explained in a low voice to the waiter who brought the dishes: "This friend of mine usually sleeps outside in the wind, and rarely eats delicious food like yours. Food, please forgive me."

The waiter put down the dishes in his hand with a perfect smile, then bowed and left the private room. They were now in a well-known upscale restaurant in Lower Soden, paid for by Regis, which also gave some poor ghost hunter a good insight.

Before today, he never knew there was a place that could pull up your chair for you, open a red wine for you, pour a wine for you, or even cut lamb for you.

The mage nodded: "Don't accept the commission?"

"What are you kidding me, what can I do here?" Geralt sneered and laughed. "Is it possible to pick up those gangsters? My advice is to go as soon as possible. He, the reaction of the patrol team makes me very uneasy."

"Oh?"

"The so-called sharp sword regiment was killed by us, but their response was terrifying. There was no investigation or even protection of the scene. I went to the business district of Lower Soden today for a walk. There is an auction square there. Someone has already started auctioning the residence of the Swordsmen."

Geralt shook his head: "This city makes me feel uncomfortable, as if everything can be calculated simply by profit in their eyes."

He Shenyan finally ate the piece of mutton, and he chewed it carefully, making sure to chew it completely before swallowing it. Then he said, "Have you ever thought about changing the world, Geralt?"

"there has never been."

Geralt answered honestly: "I'm just a little witcher, and changing the world is not on my 'job list', he should be something like your mages and wise people should do. things, like the guy who invented the chair."

He patted his own back and smiled: "Seriously, all mankind should thank the guy who invented the chair. If I really had to pick a god to believe in, I would believe in the god of the chair. At least it can be derived from If you don’t ask me to donate money, you can’t quit if you join, and if you have any doubts, the whole family will go to hell together.”

"You seem more extreme about religion than I do, Geralt."

"Because I've been traveling the world, I've seen too many religions."

Geralt began to give him a list of these religions, which had huge numbers of adherents all over the world: "Look,

Except for the sect of the goddess Meritelli, it is normal, and it does not demand anything from people. The rest of the Cliff Cult, Eternal Fire, Sun Cult, Lilith Cult...all bastards! "

He raised his fingers and counted their guilt: "You don't believe in God, fine, go to hell. You want to go to church, fine, prove your faith. Bang! Sixty oren or crown, a peasant Half a year's income is gone. You have to keep your faith at all times, and if there is any disrespect, the church will bring someone to raid your home."

"This is so funny, Geralt." He Shenyan laughed. "Because, as far as I know, Goddess Meritelli is the only god that really exists. Don't you think that's ironic?"

"...what did you say?"

The witcher's eyes widened. "You say it again? What?"

"Goddess Meritelli really exists," the mage repeated. "What's so surprising?"

Geralt's expression made Regis laugh out loud, and the vampire expressed his opinion: "Well, although I don't know much about your religion. But the priests of Goddess Meritelli should be The only religion that doesn't charge a penny to help the poor, from this point of view, Goddess Meritelli, I respect you."

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the box with a serious expression: "...Also please be sure to bless me, a vampire, from being hurt by the devil."

Their happy dinner lasted for a while, and then they left the fancy restaurant. On the way back to the hotel, the three discussed their next travel plans.

"I'm going to the Skellige Islands, and I'd love to see the sea," Regis said with a longing. "It's been a long time since I've seen a rippling ocean, and I hope it's still as beautiful as I remember it."

"Then good luck, Regis. If you've finished watching the sea, and you're bored between January and June, you can come and find us in Kyle Morhen, you know that place? "

"The rumored Witcher fortress?" Regis asked in astonishment. "Does it really exist?"

"Yes, otherwise? When I get back to the inn, I'll show you the location on your map... Then again, I actually want to go to Sintra. I can just pass Ebin along the way, according to the Swordsmen. , there's also a distribution of them there."

The witcher swung his arms and moved his arms. He asked the mage beside him, "How about you, what?"

"I don't have any opinion - besides, I do miss Ciri a little." He Shenyan nodded. "Hopefully she's doing well in Sintra."

At this point a passer-by heard what they were discussing and joined in loudly: "Ah, guys, pardon me, but I heard you guys want to go to Sintra? Don't go there!"

"how?"

"War, gentlemen!"

The passerby waved his arms indignantly: "Damn Nilfgaard sent troops from the Yaruga River, and they hit the gate of Sintra two days ago!"

Geralt keenly noticed that the smile on He Shenyan's face disappeared.