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The forest is thick with moisture and cold as an abyss.

And we left him there. Geralt thought. He rode on the radish that had just been quiet for a long time, and from time to time he would look back at the mud pit. The mage made him sink and lie in the middle of the dirt.

An eight-year-old child.

The witcher's heart tightened involuntarily—many times he felt like he was stone-hearted. People cursed him for being an emotionless mutant monster, and he even used the rhetoric as a way of bargaining in a deal.

If you don't give me money, I will kill your whole family.

He'd said that to many **** who reneged on money and even tried to get rid of him with weapons, but never did it once. On the contrary, there are many times Geralt has helped someone without a penny.

"Don't think too much, Geralt."

He heard He Shenyan fluttering out a sentence, and there was nothing else in his tone. The witcher turned his head and saw that he was reading a book on horseback.

Logically speaking, this is impossible. First, it was too dark in the forest, and second, it was too wobbly on horseback. But the mage is not an ordinary person at all, he can always do some extraordinary things.

"What are you looking at?" the witcher asked.

"A miscellaneous book, um, it's not bad." He Shenyan replied thoughtfully. "A fairy tale book, to be exact, Geralt. But there's a lot of adult content in it. The author of this book may have forgotten that fairy tales are for children."

He closed the book with ease, then let go. The book turned into a little blue light and dissipated in the air. He Shenyan asked, "Where are we now?"

"We're in Kaldwin now, if my memory doesn't deceive me."

Geralt reached out and took an unfinished bottle of spirits from his saddlebag and took a sip. He doesn't usually drink in the wild, which is tantamount to suicide. But his padded coat could not resist the freezing cold from the forest.

It's March, and the climate in Kaldwin isn't livable either. Although the witcher can live in low temperatures for a long time without getting sick, he still wants to make himself feel better.

He took a sip of wine and complained, "Can't you do something for me? Make this place warm?"

"Actually, Geralt. My mana reserves are low right now."

"what?"

"I forgot to tell you something, I had a fight with a real god. Then I lost. She took my magic and my power away. It's not long before I'm resurrected, and my power has just recovered to 100%. Twenty-five. And I have to take twenty percent of it for physical strengthening."

The mage shrugged: "As far as the current situation is concerned, you can temporarily treat me as a third-rate mage."

Geralt grinned. "She?"

"...Can your focus be more normal?"

"Otherwise, what should I be concerned about? Your resurrection or a fight with a god?"

The witcher threw out a humorous remark: "I'm just a little witcher who only cares about women and money."

"Maybe I have to add water ghosts."

"..."

This time it was Geralt's turn to be silent.

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"I hope you get the plague and **** in your crotch!"

"what?!"

The man who was scolded was furious, but he didn't beat his wife, but replied: "Then I hope you get smallpox! You idiot who can't even do laundry!"

His wife is not a gentleman like him.

The lady reached out, grabbed a cast-iron pot on the table and hit her husband in the head. If this hit is real, it is likely to cause a fatal accident. The husband obviously knew this, and he immediately stepped back to avoid the deadly attack.

And the wife didn't really want to fight, she angrily threw down the cast iron pot and made a vulgar gesture: "Then you can cook and eat yourself, you stupid pig!"

After speaking, she closed the door angrily and entered the room.

The man turned around impatiently and saw two men on horses. A cat's eye with a sword on his back, a handsome oriental. These two mysterious guys didn't let the man restrain his temper. He spat on the ground viciously, and shouted vulgarly: "What are you looking at? You two have **** on your faces?"

Geralt watched him go away, then looked back at the poised mage: "Aren't you going to do anything to him?"

"doing what?"

"Spell him into a pig or something."

He Shenyan rolled his eyes: "Don't put what you want to do on my head, Geralt."

The witcher who was seen through was not annoyed, he urged Radish to come near the only tavern in the village, turned over and dismounted, and tied Radish to the fence. From the outside, this pub looks rustic—I mean, shabby.

One window was even broken.

Geralt stood on the frozen mud, looked at the window, turned his head and asked, "Would you like to go in for something to eat? Or just wait for me right away? In that case, I'll buy some dry food and let's continue on our way. , go to the nearby military camp and ask what is going on with that thing."

The mage also turned over and dismounted, his boots really stepped on the dirty mud, and the pungent smell that rushed to his face made He Shenyan's face twitch.

"...Go in and get something to eat, although I doubt they'll come out with some pig food."

"While it's true that most of the Kodwen are very vulgar, you kind of underestimate their food culture."

"I'll wait and see."

The witcher and the mage walked into the tavern, and this strange combination made many people look curious. Most people are watching mages and they probably think Geralt is a minion or something. The next actions of the two deepened this misunderstanding.

The handsome oriental man stepped towards an empty table, while the cat's eye with the sword back went to the front desk to order.

He Shenyan sat down. The bench felt very bad, it was not very balanced, and it could shake non-stop while sitting on it. He lowered his head to observe the lines on the table, and after a while, he realized that it was not a pattern, but a 'memorial' formed by the accumulation of stains after not cleaning the table for too long.

As a result, the shape of the pattern brought his eccentric sense of humor into play again, and the wizard smiled, just in time to be seen by the returning witcher. Geralt asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Look at this table, Geralt." He Shenyan stretched out his hand and pointed at the pattern. "What do you think this thing looks like?"

"All Worlds"

Geralt sat across from him, craned his neck and looked at it for a while, his eyes suddenly widening. If he hadn't wanted to maintain his emotionless appearance in front of outsiders, he might have laughed out loud now.

"The guy in charge of clearing the table should really be charged." Geralt lowered his voice, but inevitably laughed twice. "Who the **** would have thought of leaving a little bit of a stain on and forming this shape?"

After a while, their dishes came. Geralt ordered two loaves of bread and two bowls of broth. It's simple, but it's huge. It was a middle-aged man who brought the dishes. He was as thin as a hemp pole, but he was very energetic. He had a mustache, and his hair was messy, as if he had a mutilated pot on his head.

"This is your dish, gentlemen."

The thin hemp stick nodded to the mage with a smile on his face, and the latter nodded back with a flat nod. He carefully placed the dish on the table and was about to leave when Geralt reached out and stopped him.

"Excuse me, I have a question."

"Huh?" The thin hemp rod looked at him blankly, followed the witcher's hand and glanced at the table, a smile inevitably showing on his face. "You said this? It was drawn by one of my buddies, bastard..."

He laughed and laughed, while Geralt waited patiently. After the thin hemp pole finished laughing, the witcher continued to speak: "There is one more question, sir."

"Is there any local commission?"

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"Ghouls, evil spirits... It seems that Kaedwen has not been very peaceful recently."

"Oh?"

"Aren't you studying history?"

Geralt pushed open the door, walked out of the pungent but still lively tavern, and the two returned to the place where the horses were tied. As always, his saddlebag appeared to have been turned over, and the witcher glanced at him to see two small children looking at him uneasily across the road.

Yes, that's it, fear will teach you what to do and what not to do, boy. Didn't your mom tell you not to mess with the mutant stuff? will be cursed!

He gestured maliciously to the two children, who ran away screaming, thinking Geralt was casting a spell on them. The witcher smiled and turned to see He Shenyan's expressionless face.

"You seem to be really bored..." The mage shrugged and got on his horse. "I'm reading history, yes, but the current king of Kaldwin isn't dead, he's not in the history books. I heard a few people talking about the Squirrel Party in the tavern just now. What is that?"

"Some persecuted elves."

They slowly left the village, leaving behind the dust raised: "Kaldwin's current king, Henselt, is a bastard, he has committed hatred and slaughter in the country, and the inhuman races are expelled or killed by him. It's death, it makes no difference."

Leaving the main road and coming to the small road, the witcher's narration was as dispassionate and rational as ever, but He Shenyan could hear his true opinion on the matter.

"So hatred grows with each other, and those poor people who have been driven out of their homes or their families have been killed - dwarves, elves will try their best to get back. The Squirrel Party is such a team, they hide in the forest and kill anyone who enters them. Humans of the territory. Whether old or small, soldiers or civilians."

"madness."

He Shenyan only gave these two words, and he didn't know whether he was talking about the king or the squirrel party. But the attacker who shot him apparently thought he was talking about the latter. The mage raised his head from the horse, and a lost arrow was reflected in the hole. In his field of vision, time was slowed down.

The expression on Geralt's face was gradually turning serious, and the mage could see his gesture of pinching the seal of Quinn, as if he wanted to put a shield on him, and also saw that his other hand was slowly raised and ready to pull out. sword. And He Shenyan didn't choose to cast the spell, the arrow was getting closer and closer, if he didn't dodge, the arrow would go directly into his eye socket.

——Actually, he didn't need to hide.

He Shenyan sat on the back of the horse, raised a hand, and the arrow was firmly grasped in his hand. He heard a gasp of shock from a tree not far away. Even Geralt showed this emotion, and he asked in surprise, "When did you practice this move?"

"Physical strengthening... Forgot?"

He Shenyan smiled at him and threw the arrow out with his backhand. Unarmed, the arrow was thrown at the speed of a crossbow, and it flew through the forest, hitting the attacker with precision.

Two minutes later, they found her on horseback.

a sprite.

She fell to the ground, pierced by an arrow in one leg, unable to move. One of his hands turned over because he fell from a tree. The stubble pierced the skin, and the blood was gurgling out. Despite this, the young elf looked at them with hatred, and the handsomeness of the mage did nothing.

"Looks like your face doesn't work every time after all," Geralt said.

He Shenyan glanced at him and said nothing. He turned over and dismounted and came to the female elf. Her face was full of hatred, but she couldn't hold back the fear in her heart, which came out through her fierce words: "I wish I shot two arrows instead of one, you **** human!"

"Shh."

He Shenyan raised a finger and placed it on her lips. The elf was stunned for a moment, then immediately opened his mouth viciously and bit down. There was no blood or anything like a bitten finger. On the contrary, the elf didn't bite anything, and He Shenyan had withdrawn his hand at some point.

"You're grumpy, this lady."

The mage said lightly, and then made a gesture. Orange-yellow light emerged in the forest, and the expression of the elf quickly became dull.

"What are you going to do? Say it in advance, Ho. There are plenty of brothels in other countries around Kaldwin that have elf girls."

"...I've been allergic to fairies lately, Geralt. And I'm not the kind of person to do that, can you just shut up and let me get this done?"

The witcher who was asked to shut up also rolled over and dismounted, holding a steel sword in his hand, and shrugged.

The mage put his hand on the elf's thigh, and the arrow moved out strangely. It was not pulled out from the wound, nor did it take out the remaining section after breaking the shaft of the arrow, but completely ignoring the fact that it was inserted in one thigh, and simply moved out, from the muscles and bones. left completely.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand to hold the arrow, the prism mark on the tail was very eye-catching. He didn't say much, and stretched out a small healing technique to stop the bleeding on the wound on the elf's leg, so that he wouldn't die from bleeding. As for her hand, the mage has no intention of controlling it.

He raised the arrow: "Where did this arrow come from?"

"Stolen from the warehouse of the human army, as well as armor and other weapons." The elf replied with a vague expression.

"How many people did you kill?"

"I don't know how many others killed, but I killed seventeen soldiers."

"No civilians?"

"Civilians won't go into the forest, and our leader told us not to kill civilians. She said that the targets of our revenge should be those who killed us. I don't understand. It's obvious that those civilians also spat at us."

He Shenyan and Geralt looked at each other~www.readwn.com~ Something was wrong. "The witcher spoke out his speculation. "If the elf is telling the truth." "

"Her mind is completely under my control, of course she's telling the truth. But I'd like to know why you didn't ask the owner if there were any missing children in the tavern at the time."

"A witcher asking such a thing would get in trouble." Geralt nodded at him. "Trust me, it will always be like this."

Then, he raised his steel sword and unleashed a Quinn shield on himself. He stomped lightly and calmly, and He Shenyan stood up, still talking, without showing any signs of vigilance: "Yeah, the truth still needs to be investigated."

"Follow? Human pig, check this out!"

A roar sounded from among the trees, and five elves rushed out of it.

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