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The village was wrapped in flames, and most of the houses were continuously burning with raging flames. Except for the one at the end of the village, the flames were not even close to it. They seem to be self-aware and know what to burn and what not to burn.
The witcher stood in front of a house covered in blood. He flexed his fingers, and the Alpha Seal drove his telekinetic power to explode, blowing the door of the house away. After a while, a trembling child walked out of it.
Geralt frowned, and He Shenyan came from behind him, his tone still calm: "Don't feel that you have done something wrong, Geralt."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with killing their parents, ho. But I want to know—" The witcher pointed to the shivering child. "—What should these children do?"
The Master did not directly answer this question directly.
"I looked at the woman's memory, Geralt. The village is thirty-seven years old, and it was established to provide the Swordsmen with a transit for slaves on this inaccessible road. stand."
"—in other words, no one in this village deserves mercy. Remember what we saw when we came during the day? The men did carpentry, the women did the laundry, the children played games. But you noticed one thing Well, there is no farmland in this village."
He Shenyan slowly pierced an obvious fact: "In a village with no farmland, far from the road, and inaccessible to people, what do they rely on to live?"
"The answer is a two-monthly slave shipment."
Geralt's face was made even more ugly by his calm, almost terrifyingly clear, narrative: "Every two months, caravans of running slaves disguised as merchants pass by here from Lower Sorden. They'll bring food, wine, and fresh cloth. Anyway, everything."
"And slaves, of course. They're discreet, up to twenty in batches. They'll be locked up in that house for short training sessions. Have you ever seen a dog trainer, Geralt? They usually have dogs. Shelters, before they are sold to the rich ladies, they are lightly trained by the dog trainers."
"So that they don't bite or poop all over the place."
"And these people are the dog trainers - the people they killed were all 'unqualified', listen to their words. Unqualified... Ha."
He Shenyan suddenly grinned: "The slaves will stay here for two months,
The slaves were then picked up by convoys from Cydalis and sold separately. "
"Are there no exceptions?"
Geralt asked in a hoarse voice.
"No. These children know everything, and the women know everything. Actually, Geralt. This child is eating fragrant white bread this morning, and the money it takes for it... It's the living people who were sold by them one by one."
"I understand."
As the words came out, the witcher suddenly realized that his voice was so soft, yet so firm. He walked towards the boy, and raised the blade. The mage's words echoed behind him.
"We're not in a position to forgive the dead and those who were sold, Geralt. As I said, get rid of evil."
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The peaceful village disappeared.
Geralt and He Shenyan returned to the road with five women and three men. They were still weak and bruised, but their mental state was much better than before.
"We'll take you to a nearby town—" Sitting by the fire, He Shenyan made a gesture. "—each of you has two hundred oren to start a new life, and it's those people's money, so take it with peace of mind."
"I just don't know how to thank you two..."
A woman with a shaved head said so while stroking her cheek. She pursed her lips, as if trying to hold back the urge to cry, but the attempt failed. Her lips trembled twice, and then she couldn't help crying.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she sobbed: "They, they're not human..."
Geralt looked at her silently, without saying a word.
Another man, holding a cup of hot water, asked, "We don't know your names, gentlemen. That's disrespectful to the savior. I mean, you don't need to know us. name, but not us."
His face was serious, although weak, but his speech was still clear: "Don't look at me like this, you two, I was a little-known poet in my hometown of Kaedwen. I will definitely write a long poem for you two. , such a heroic act should be praised by everyone!"
"If you don't want to die, don't do it."
Geralt said, "It doesn't matter if you want to go home or where you start your new life. Get it? But don't tell what happened to you. Or those people will come to you again. There are far more of them than you think."
The poet's face froze, and he said gloomily: "Is there such a thing? Then, what about justice? Could it be that no one can stop them? The guards of the kingdom don't know about these things? Goddess Meritelli, if you say If it's true, how many people have been abducted and trafficked by them?"
The fire was burning and crackling, and no one answered his questions. The so-called justice and justice may be just wishful thinking of people - it is often said that justice will be late, but not absent. But the question is, what is the use of delayed justice?
Three days later, they dropped the eight in a nearby town with more traffic.
This is a port town, and from the west you can take a boat to Skellige. Go left for a long journey by horse-drawn carriage. Temeria, Redania, Kaldwin, you can go anywhere. After a two-day break here, they continued on their way.
"That gliding lizard, aren't you going to kill it?"
"I'm a witcher, yes, but I'm not a fanatical monster slayer. The standard of the witcher's commission is to see if the monster will harm humans. Gliding lizards generally live in mountains or deep forests. The only human settlement was burned clean, so it does not harm humans."
"Besides..." Geralt was silent for a while. "If it kills them, I might clapp my hands."
"Your psychology is too dark." He Shenyan said with a little disgust.
This statement naturally attracted the glaring eyes of the witcher. He opened his mouth with an air of anger and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only throw out a dull sentence: "Don't think about it. Enter the high-class brothel in Novigrad in my name!"
"...Well, it's such a ruthless threat." The mage replied with a strange expression.
In October, they finally reached Novigrad.
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