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That evening, Geralt finally found a hotel willing to accept new guests. The hotel is small and located in a secluded corner of the downtown area. From the outside, it looks just a two-story wooden building with white paint on the surface. The pungent paint smell has not yet dissipated, apparently it has just been completed not long ago. But witchers and mages don't care that much. The former has no requirements for living conditions, while the latter does not need sleep at all.

It is worth mentioning that the owner of this shop is an elf. This surprised Geralt a little. Sintra was one of the northern kingdoms. Dwarves, elves, halflings, and gnomes are only second-class races here. They are called "inhuman race", as for the treatment...

You can imagine.

Geralt politely asked the elf if they could get two rooms here. After getting an affirmative answer, he went to the horse stake outside the door and tied the horse. The inn didn't have any helpers, so he had to move the hay and put it in the manger himself. Considering the cheap price here, the witcher didn't take it seriously.

When he returned to the inn, the mage had chosen a secluded corner—anywhere was secluded for this inn. But the mage seems to prefer some corners that can see the whole situation. Geralt asked for two bottles of stout and some things. He sat down opposite the mage and rubbed his waist that was a little sore from riding for too long.

"Damn it...I need to earn some money for a new saddle, the old one is always giving me back pain."

The mage didn't speak, he stared at the table full of oil, and performed a trick to make the table clean. Geralt didn't understand why he was doing this. During their journey, they experienced worse circumstances, and the mages took it in stride.

Noticing his confusion, He Shenyan smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, Geralt. There will be a good show in a while."

"You're just clearing a table, what's up with the show... wait, what's that sound?"

There was a loud noise from the back kitchen of the hotel, as if something had been thrown on the ground. The witcher looked warily over there, his hand on the sword behind him. But the mage stopped him and shook his head at him, signaling him to wait patiently.

After a while, the elf proprietress came over with the plate in her hand, although she might not have any idea of ​​tempting guests. But the natural beauty of the elf still made her graceful and graceful to walk this small journey. Geralt discovered another thing that made his hair stand up again in the process - the boss's clothes and height have not changed, but that The face has changed a lot.

We all know that elves are a beautiful and long-lived race. They have pointed ears and a sharp face. They are very elegant. Their teeth are not pointed canines, and they also have superb wisdom and superiority magical talent. But their beauty is limited, at least not breathtaking. Otherwise, the fate of the elves will not be the collapse of the country, but the pets of human beings - in what way? I do not know either.

But this one—let's call her the boss lady for now. The face of the proprietress was not the same person Geralt had seen before. Although she was beautiful before, but now Geralt is completely indescribable in words.

She was wearing an ordinary, very plain floral dress. His dark blond hair was tied into a bun at the back of his head, and his beautiful blue eyes reflected a frightening charm under the candlelight. Not to mention the face, the charm brought by the combination of them is comparable to a bomb, and the witcher forced himself to turn his head with great willpower, so as not to let her notice the difference.

But it's too late.

She put down her plate and asked, "Is there something on my face? Witcher? Can you stare at me like that?"

The wizard took her words: "He might just be curious, ma'am. And, I'm curious too. Why would a beautiful lady like you be the owner of a shabby inn here?"

The speed at which she changed her face was astounding. After realizing that the little trick on her face had failed, she immediately wanted to start casting spells. The blue dangerous light condensed in her hand, and the mage smiled lightly, stretched out his hand like a joke, and tapped lightly through the air: "Forbidden."

The light went out.

"You..." Her face became cloudy and uncertain, and then quickly turned into a seductive smile within a few breaths. She loosened the bun at the back of her head and let the dark blonde hair loose, some It was scattered around her white and elegant neck. The woman sat down with a graceful gesture.

He Shenyan took a sip of the beer and said, "Don't get me wrong, ma'am. I have no ill intentions, and I don't covet your beauty, I'm just curious."

Geralt also took the beer, and he used the gesture of drinking to hide his smile - he had realized it, there was a good show to watch.

"Now, if you don't mind, I want you to tell me how you cast spells. Ah, pardon me. I have a hard time finding records of spells in bookstores and libraries, and a few mention you. Your books are full of bad words. And the names I hear about you in the marketplace range from the polite 'wise man' to the less precise 'son of a bitch, they better get the plague'."

The woman smiled slightly, and she quickly calmed down, as if the scene of the sword drawn before had never happened: "You seem to be a polite person, but you must be very fond of joking."

"No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Actually, I'm a boring person most of the time, trust me." He Shenyan frowned seriously. This took the smile off the woman's face.

"You don't have to humiliate me like this... My magical skills are not even worth mentioning to you, and you cut me off from the chaotic energy in a way that I can't comprehend so easily. I believe My life can be ended in the same easy way by you, so let's open the skylight and say something, what do you want from me?"

Geralt took another sip of wine, he thought, the mages are really meandering, but fortunately they are not the same.

He Shenyan sighed, and he always sighed when he came to this place: "To be honest, I have no other meaning. I don't even know who you are, and I'm not interested in it. I just want to hear from you. Talk about it...that's all. If you don't want to, you can say no."

After a moment of silence, the woman spoke slowly.