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——"Practical Demon Hunting Potion Encyclopedia"

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Warrior Road Camp, in front of the Totem Building, today is the topic of the day, Duwakyin - Dragonborn, the fourth day of the trial.

"Considering the snow and his follower is Viji, I don't think he can pass the challenge. I even have reasonable suspicion that they have returned to the embrace of the gods and toasted with their ancestors in heaven."

"In any case, it is too reckless to set off in such weather. Perhaps it was instigated by a rogue!"

"Mom, will Duwakin come back today? I heard from Pinocchio that his eyes are like dragons, with vertical pupils, and do he really have wings behind his back?"

Angoulême did not comment on the subtle conversations heard along the way, and Ermia also ignored them. Instead, Caris and Swannie listened with relish. They were in a period of strong curiosity.

Walking into the large tent of old Gunnar, Dandelion was already waiting here. Seeing Angouleme, he immediately came over and said, "Are you sure Victor will come back today?"

The girl nodded, "If the plan goes well, he will come back today."

The bard then noticed the three people next to Angouleme. He knew the archdruid and bowed quickly.

As for the other two girls, he recognized them as the new friends of the girl the day before yesterday. Since they were able to travel with Ermia, they were obviously of noble status, so he nodded and showed his elegance.

But his politeness was obviously in vain. The two of them looked at the bard with a mixture of curiosity, interest, and a little contempt.

Because Angulan had been with them for two days, when talking about the Dragonborn, he would naturally talk about Dandelion, who had revealed his identity. Taking this opportunity, the poet's past was completely exposed by the girl.

From becoming friends with Victor because of poetry, to talking nonsense when drunk, being lustful, and other labels, his handsome face was already fully attached. There may be some exaggerations in some of them, but Angulan wanted to make sure that Dandelion had no chance to take advantage of it.

Ermia waved and called old Gunnar to the side to discuss the operation of the trial with him. "The major affairs of the country are sacrifice and war." The Warrior's Road has both functions, both commemorating the ancestor Tyr and training young people, which is naturally what the great druid is concerned about.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Angouleme decided to introduce the poet to Caris and Swani. After all, she had fulfilled her duty of informing them. Moreover, after getting to know the two princesses, she really didn't believe that Dandelion had anything to attract them.

In Skellige, a warrior who can fight is a real hero. No matter how beautiful the poetry is, it is not a plus point for choosing a spouse.

"Dandelion, he is a good friend of Victor."

"She is Caris, from the Quet family, and she is Swani, from the Sinda family."

After the girl introduced them, Caris took the initiative to extend her hand, "Hello, Dandelion, I have heard of your name for a long time, and I am glad to meet you here."

The poet instinctively felt that something was wrong. The smile of the princess of the Quet family was very dangerous, but since the other party extended her hand out of courtesy, he could not refuse.

Sure enough, when the two sides shook hands, Dandelion instantly felt as if his hand fell into an iron clamp, which squeezed him so hard that he almost screamed without caring about his image. Although he resisted the urge to cry out in pain, the poet's face still became very ugly.

"Ahem!" Seeing that he was about to be unable to bear it, Angouleme coughed twice, and Caris raised her eyebrows and let go of Dandelion's hand.

The bard, who was forcing a smile, hid his right hand behind his back, "Nice to meet you!"

In Dandelion's world, he divided girls into four categories, and the difference was their attitude towards their response to courtship.

"Very cute girls" would readily agree to his proposal to go to bed, "cute girls" would giggle but not make a decision, "unlovable girls" would react unpredictably, and as for "very unlovable girls", just imagining courting them was enough to make the bard's spine cold and his knees tremble.

At this moment, he did not hesitate to classify the two strong and beautiful princesses in front of him into the category of very unlovable. Caris's reason was self-evident. She had just extended a deep greeting to him.

As for Swani, it reminded him of the boar that he accidentally angered when traveling with Geralt at the edge of the world many years ago. It was undoubtedly very rude to describe a woman like this, but the poet thought that he would rather be hit by a boar than be beaten by this lady.

Caris, who bullied the poet a little, was happy.

Swani smiled gently and peacefully.

Angouleme, who watched the show throughout, felt a spring breeze on his face.

Everyone was very happy.

The air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Just then, a noise came from outside, causing the six people in the tent to stop communicating at the same time. The title came from far away, from murmurs to recitations in unison.

"Duwak'in."

...

Soon after, there were three layers of people surrounding the tent of old Gunnar. The innermost layer was Angouleme, Dandelion, Caris and Swani. They were asked to leave the tent and had nothing to do here. .

The second level is Old Gunnar and the auxiliary confirmation personnel. They are verifying with Viki the red shawl retrieved from the mountaintop trail and the stone badge discovered by diving on the underground trail.

The third layer is naturally the local enthusiastic people.

Caris put her hands on her waist, "I don't know what the Archdruid is going to say to him, but he insists on driving us all out!"

Regarding her question, Dandelion had no interest in talking to her at all. Swanee continued to act like a quiet girl. She only showed her true colors on the battlefield and after drinking, so the only one who could reply was Angu. orchid.

"Probably to confirm whether he is a dragonborn, right? After all, Duwaqin is so popular, if he is an impostor, the king will be very embarrassed!"

"I see that he is about the same height as me, but a little stronger than me. Is he really as invincible as the poem says?"

After thinking about it, Angoulin said sincerely, "I didn't know his identity until he admitted it a few days ago.

I'm not sure if he is invincible, but if you underestimate him because of his plain appearance, you will definitely suffer. The leader I follow is a very small-minded, but very powerful guy. "

The girl's straightforward words made both princesses laugh out loud, and the bard, who was relieved after seeing Victor's safe return, was finally in the mood to cheer her jokes.

Suddenly, Swanee said: "Little Sparrowhawk, do you see that over there!"

The other three people looked at the outermost position at the same time, and saw Weiji bragging about his bravery to the people on the third floor, telling how Duwake was so powerful with his "dragon roar" that the female siren shook the sky with one drink. He said His face glowed with pride and glory.

Swani shook her head: "The scoundrel Wei Ji has challenged me several times. Although he was beaten to pieces every time, he is indeed a guy with backbone. To be able to follow him so loyally is enough to prove that this Victor Not an ordinary person."

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In the tent, after driving out all the idlers, the king's advisor and the leader of the Holy Circle, Great Druilmia, carefully looked at Victor from Bell Town, east of Serecania.

He will not be easily deceived by the stories spread, but observes with a calm eye, and evaluates a person not by what he says, but by what he does.

The young man in front of me really came to prominence in Vizima. His trajectory of action is very clear. He was an apprentice demon hunter at first. He lived a steady and down-to-earth life, eradicating water ghosts and ghouls, and did not violate the rules or do anything out of bounds. No criminal record.

Then he met Dandelion, entered the palace to perform under his recommendation, gained Foltest's praise, and became a dragonborn poet.

After leaving Vizima, his deeds of killing shapeshifters in Novigrad made him even more famous. Of course, the reputation here refers to the reputation among the upper class. In the eyes of the people who don't know the truth, Novigrad The Butcher is still just a psychopath.

All in all, he should be a person who sticks to his own duties. Things like Dragonborn or Duvacin should not be connected to him. This is Urmia's judgment, so the context of the matter is easy to understand.

His wise black eyes looked at the young man's clear blue eyes, and there was no trace of guilt in them. "Good boy, you and I are the only ones here now. Tell me, are you really the Dragonborn?"

There was nothing to hesitate, "Yes! I am the Dragonborn──Duwaqin!"

Urmia stroked his beard and smiled, with a meaningful smile, "Aren't you bluffing and lying to protect Dandelion?

At first... he might just be talking nonsense while drunk, but when the influence expanded to a certain extent, things got a little out of control.

If you hadn't come, maybe after a while, after showing enough respect, the king would let him leave the island, but you happened to come to the islands, so if you weren't Duwakein, he would be dead! "

Victor blinked his eyes, and as expected of a great druid, he told the truth clearly, as if he was witnessing his own mental journey that day when he had no choice but to admit his guilt.

"Listen kid, I'm not an unreasonable person. I've done enough research before coming here and understand the cause and effect of the matter, but a character as popular as the Dragonborn is not suitable to really appear.

Skellige needs heroes, but not 'legendary heroes', you know what I mean? "

"It couldn't be clearer, Mr. Archdruid."

Ermia's expression was gentle and sincere, "You don't need your life to pay for your drunken talk. I will send the three of you safely out of Skellige Island, but you must promise me that you will never set foot on this land again in your lifetime."

Victor lowered his head and remained silent.

Feeling that the young man had accepted this result, which should be the best for them, the archdruid opened his mouth to call the people waiting outside to come in.

"——Mr. Ermia!" Victor interrupted. The young man raised his head, and there seemed to be stars flowing in his blue eyes.

"Your kindness makes it hard for me to refuse, and your tolerance makes me ashamed. Things are progressing according to your instructions. It is indeed a good choice." At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

"But I refuse!"

Urmia's pupils widened.

"Your friendly arrangements are all based on the premise that I am not a Dragonborn at all, but this is an insult to my honor. Please allow me to emphasize again that I, Victor Corleone, am the last Dragonborn── Duvaqin!”

The archdruid's expression became a little strange. After all, the boy's current behavior was simply unreasonable. This was completely different from the rationalists he knew, who acted steadily, spoke generously, and were polite and courteous.

But Ermia didn't believe that a person who was so sane in the past would suddenly lose his mind after coming to Skellige, so the boy might be doubting his integrity.

Stroke his beard and sort out his thoughts, the old druid said gently: "I have served three generations of Skellige kings. When Cintra fell, I was there, witnessing the death of Ester and Calanthe, as well as that stubborn and lonely little girl, so you really don't have to worry that I will hurt you, Ciri's brother."

This sudden turn and confession made the boy blink his eyes. It turned out to be related to the white-haired girl who regarded herself as an elder sister. She did leave a rich legacy of connections for him in this world.

"I thought this connection was hard to prove?"

"No! It's easy. Just find the right place and the right person. I'll tell you something that will make you happy. The Meliteli Temple you visited developed a very powerful medicine a few months ago. A druid from the archipelago brought it back and it was well received by the king.

No, no, no! Don't show your curiosity. I won't tell you what it is. That's not the point of the conversation.

Anyway, to ensure the supply, I went to the temple myself and talked a lot with the respectable Ms. Nenneke, including about you, Victor Corleone, Ciri's younger brother, and the new generation of Wolf School witcher apprentice.

So I didn't I don't mean to harm you. If time goes back a few days, you don't even need to leave. Crachie An Quite and I can come forward to protect you, and it won't be a problem to save Dandelion.

But you said that glorious title in front of the king, and there are so many family members present as witnesses. Sending you three away now is the limit of what I can do. "

Victor believed in Ermia, not only because in his previous life, Geralt got all kinds of help as soon as he arrived at the Skellige Islands, but also because of the name of the druid, which he saw on the first day he came to the demon hunting world, written in the book "Cintra Massacre".

This is one of his own, but he doesn't know himself yet, let alone his determination to transform into a dragon.

"Don't worry, I'm fearless, I'm ready to prove my courage."

"Are you sure... kid, are you sure?"

"Believe it, Ermia, believe in Ciri's brother, he is the last dragonborn."

The archdruid leaned back in his chair and took several deep breaths: "Three days later, in the Fist of Wrath Arena, challenge the champion of Skellige, no weapons, no armor, and defeat him with bare hands to prove that you are a strong warrior!"

"I will let the Fist of Wrath cheer for me!"

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