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Pushing open the door, what appeared in front of the witcher and the mage was an incomparably luxurious bedroom.

The first thing that catches the eye is a whole wine cabinet, from which you can see the extraordinaryness of the king of Henselt. If it is an ordinary king (those who want to leave a fairly good evaluation for themselves), they will set up a special study room, and they will also have a large bookcase in their bedroom.

And King Henselt... His mahogany wine cabinet has a luxurious and low-key gold edge, extremely gorgeous lines, and three hundred bottles of different wines inside. They come here from all over the world, carrying the scent of wheat and land from all over the world.

Looking back from the wine cabinet is a huge and gorgeous bed. Heavy drapery and four huge bedposts, and on a velvet quilt lay an old man with a brown beard and sunken eyes.

He was sleeping, but from the look on his face, he should be having a sweet dream.

"How?" Geralt asked. "Looks like the king is enjoying himself in a dream."

"How to do it?"

He Shenyan smiled contemptuously, he seldom despised a person so much, but just as the witcher commented on King Henselt - he was like a thief, but more than a king.

The wizard walked to the big bed, moved his fingers, and a bottle of wine from Vizima was in his hand.

He opened the cork, and the mellow smell immediately came out. This is a good drink that no alcoholic can miss, but the mage just smelled it, and then slammed it down at King Henselt's head.

"boom!"

It has to be said that the craftsmen at Vizima never cut corners. Their wine is not just delicious, the beer bottle has also become a deadly weapon in tavern brawls many times. This thick bottle is tough enough to rival a wooden stick.

"Treading the Stars"

With a single blow, King Henselt immediately woke up from his sweet dream. He raised his hands and screamed as he looked at the crimson liquor on his bedsheets, and the pain from his nose made his tears flow instantly. .

After a full twenty seconds, he realized that this was not a nightmare.

"You—" he growled loudly, his face full of blue veins. "—Where did you get in? Huh?! You, witcher, have I seen you somewhere?!"

Geralt saluted him, ten percent bitter. He seldom smiled at outsiders, but at this moment, there was a bitter smile on his face: "Your Majesty Henselt, I'm glad you haven't forgotten my little witcher."

The king's eyes swept across the double swords behind him without a trace, and he glanced at the closed door of the bedroom again. The voice has been lowered: "You entered my bedroom without authorization and woke me up in this way. Are you trying to assassinate me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stared solemnly. If it was an ordinary assassin, he would definitely be frightened by the appearance of this king. A tyrant with a reputation, many people are often deceived and cannot see his true appearance.

—Actually, King Henselt is only one meter five. Sitting on that bed, he was not even taller than a normal dwarf.

"Assassination?"

The mage seemed to have heard a big joke. He was so handsome that Henselt couldn't help but smile again on the face that was filled with hatred in his heart.

Shaking his head, he said, "No, we are here to ask you for an explanation, Your Majesty."

"Ask me for an explanation?"

"yes."

He Shenyan raised his right hand, conjuring a military arrow out of nowhere. He lifted it up and placed it under King Henselt's still bleeding nose, so that he could see clearly.

He saw with satisfaction that the king's eyes were changing.

"Next, let my friend Geralt come, I'm not very good at communicating with the king."

"Fuck you, Mage."

"What's the matter? Don't you often haunt the palace?"

The witcher didn't take the mage's words again, he stepped forward, crossed his hands on his chest, and asked indifferently, "You sent someone to kill Baron Targaryen, right?"

"...so straightforward?"

Henselt smiled, grinning his yellow teeth. He obviously didn't pay attention to oral hygiene. Geralt could even smell the stench in his mouth: "Yes, I sent someone to kill him. Proclaiming in the taverns of the city that he is haunted by the ghosts of the elves and dwarves, **** me, this shameless beast."

There was undisguised hatred on his face: "He is a human being! I don't care if I am willing to be with inhuman races, but for spreading such rumors, I just let him kill himself, which is already a good thing. Witcher, ask yourselves, where can I find a king like me?"

"There is indeed only one King Henselt in the world."

The king pretended not to hear his sarcasm, and the old man crossed his legs and turned to a more witty way of speaking: "Hey, witcher. You know the virtues of the inhuman races best when you travel. Sex, right? Elf eyes are above the top, and everyone looks down on us, as if they are nobler than us!"

"The dwarves are the most greedy for money, they don't know big words, they even call themselves 'I'! They are snarky and ill-tempered. Do you know how many fights there were in High Rock City every year before they were expelled from me? ?"

"As for the halflings, not to mention! They're all **** merchants! Damn, buy Kaedwen's cloth at a low price and sell it to the old southerners at a high price, and earn the hard-earned money of those weaving women!"

The king raised his fist and said with great justice: "Tell me, witcher, what kind of good man can Baron Targaryen be with these things?!"

"so what?"

Geralt looked at him silently, not shaken at all by his words.

The witcher said coldly, "You've said so much, just to cover up the ugliness of your intentions. I know it better, Henselt. All politicians hold up the banner of justice for themselves before they do bad things, It's like a local ruffian who looks unhappy in a tavern will say that someone else moved first before bullying someone."

"Elves, dwarves, halflings...you name their faults, kill or drive them out, confiscate their possessions, and you let the Squirrel Party creep into the whole of Kaldwin. You know that. Are the people you call robbers just ordinary people until they're kicked out of their homes?"

"You drove them out and killed their families. Of course they wanted revenge. But not on you, the king! In the end, it was the peasants and merchants who never hurt them, who were punished for your crimes, An honest countryman! He has never left his village in his life and works in the fields like everyone else."

"Until one day, the Squirrel Party came, killed anyone who could kill, and burned everything that could be burned. Whose fault is this, you say?"

"By the way." Geralt laughed. "King Henselt, those inhuman races you expelled...they are de jure citizens of Kaldwin. Before you, no one had actually started a genocide within the country."

"You have a good mouth, witcher."

The king applauded him strangely, then spread his hands and said with a sneer, "So what?"

He even dared to question him in the words of the witcher.

"You mutant freak, bastard. I think you've been out of human society for too long, they're not human—"

"Fuck you!"

The witcher punched the **** in the face, picked him up by the collar, and cut him viciously.

"Isn't that Targaryen human?!"

"So what?!" Henselt shouted inarticulately. "I am the king! The king! God has given me the right to rule over all those in Kaldwin, the elves and dwarves, I don't want them to be my citizens, they can't be! I want to kill Targaryen, he must die !"

He Shenyan stepped forward and motioned the witcher to put the king down.

"Then, Your Majesty." His smile was still warm. "Is an eight-year-old on your 'must die' list?"

Geralt saw that Henselt's eyes finally changed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"a child."

The sorcerer recited like a poet in a tavern with an aria: "An eight-year-old child who died in a damp, gloomy forest. He was killed by an arrow from the Caldwin army, stolen by the squirrels. , died under the hateful slaughter of an inhuman race. What a perfect script, isn't it?"

He snapped his fingers, and an illusory map ignited from the air. He pointed to the Kaldwin border on the map and said: "You drove the squirrels to the border of the upper Aedirn valley, and you secretly sent a group of people to finance their weapons, and secretly sent a group of people to kill those who are in your sight. It's useless to come, and can't even pay taxes."

"Then, next year, or the year after. You'll hear a briefing from a minister at a regular meeting in the palace, and he'll say that there's Aedirian behind the Squirrel. Hatred erupts again, hatred Transfer again, and you will avenge Aden in the name of those killed by the Squirrel, with a legitimate reason to rise up."

"I...I don't understand what you're talking about."

Henselt stammered. The demeanor of asking the witcher fluently just now was gone. He Shenyan could sense that his mood was quickly turning into anger after the conspiracy was revealed.

"Aren't you wondering why I know everything?"

"Are you cursing your court mage, why hasn't he come to rescue you?"

"Do you think... the guards will notice something wrong?"

"I'll answer them one by one."

He Shenyan raised his index finger: "The reason why I know everything is because I read your heart the moment I entered your bedroom. I know everything you've done. I even know you just **** up this morning. Got a valet, you old pervert."

Henselt's face turned blue and white.

"The reason why your court mage didn't come to your rescue is because I sent him a warning from a distance. Tell him to get away if you don't want to die. Your mage ran through the portal half an hour ago. ."

"I paid him—"

Henselt wanted to be filial, but when he saw He Shenyan's calm face, his voice became lower and lower. It almost became mumbling: "—money."

"Yeah, money. Is that all you want? Money?"

The mage said almost with a sigh: "The guards didn't notice that something was wrong because everyone except you couldn't bear it in their hearts. They are being haunted by the nightmare of the past, and this nightmare was created by you."

"When you ordered the slaughter of those innocent people, did you ever think about it? They lived unharmed under your family's rule and lived with humans in High Rock City for so long. You and I. You cite the shortcomings of so many other races, but you don't mention humans."

He Shenyan raised his right hand, and the flames ignited again, illuminating his face and Henselt's extremely pale face: "I'll tell you, Your Majesty."

"In my opinion, humans have only one flaw."

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Novigrad in May.

"Outside the number, outside the number!"

A newsboy ran down the street with the newspaper in his hand, and an elf stopped him and asked, "Is there anything new in the north?"

The newsboy's face was filled with excitement. He smiled and took out a roll of newspaper and put it in the elf's hand, took a few coins from his palm, bowed, and said, "King Henselt is dead!"

"what?!"

The elf was shocked, and hurriedly stopped the newsboy who wanted to run away: "You didn't lie to me?"

"Oh. You can't tell by reading the newspaper yourself? What's the benefit of me lying to you?"

After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind. The elf picked up the newspaper, and the front page was a line of bold swashes: "King Kaldwin, heir to the Unicorn Dynasty, King Ard Khalai, Grand Duke Ben Ard, His Majesty Henselt It has been confirmed that it has died!"

"The murderer is suspected to be the famous witcher, the 'white wolf', the 'white-headed knight' who rose to fame more than ten years ago, Geralt of Rivia, and he was accompanied by a guest of Sintra, a A mysterious black-robed mage."

"On the day of the incident, all the guards in the palace fell into a terrifying nightmare, and many of them are still taking shelter in the temple of Goddess Meritelli. This newspaper was fortunate enough to interview one of them, who calls himself Lira. Well, here is his account."

The elf watched intently, not missing a single line.

"I saw a dwarf who died in the High Rock massacre coming from across from the palace, with his intestines exposed, his eyes darkened, and his beard covered with maggots. He walked up to me, and I knelt down. , and began to pray to Goddess Meritelli. Because I knew, he recognized me. I was there when he died."

"Before the massacre, I used to go to his pub for drinks. I knew him well. I think that's why he came to me."

"I knelt on the ground for a long time before I raised my head, and he had disappeared. Behind me, a witcher and a black-robed oriental man were walking out of the door, and I heard the mage say..."

The genie uttered an expletive, and there was clearly something wrong with the person who printed it, not putting the highlights on the same page. He turned the page cursingly, and saw the next line that made his blood pressure rise: "Unfortunately, the Lilar guards have relapsed with hysteria after speaking here, and according to one of the goddess's nanny, he was caused by an uneasy conscience. self-blame."

"This paper does not agree with Mammy's point of view, but our reporter, Mr. Norit Ann Instar Trip Yinla, heard the Lilar Guards under the brooms raised by Mammys. last sentence."

"He says-"

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"—Ignite hatred does no one any good."

Geralt sat in the middle of the tavern, wearing a cloak, smashing his lips, savoring the words.

"Have you had enough?"

He Shenyan raised his head from his book and glanced at Geralt: "It's been a month, do you need to read this over and over again?"

"Your words have the potential to become one of many old sayings, and of course I'll keep savoring them." The witcher raised his glass and took a sip. "Looks like it's good to read more books, I can only say things like 'It's no use for a prostitute to find another prostitute'."

"Your sentence is much better than mine."

The wizard smirked, the witcher's cold humor sometimes making him laugh out loud. He also took a sip from his glass, and now they were in Wengerberg.

This is the capital of the kingdom of Aedirn, one of the richest and most populous metropolises in the northern kingdom. As a trade center, Ungerburg is located at the junction of several long-distance trade routes and also has developed industrial and higher education institutions.

The above are all official rhetoric. In fact, in He Shenyan's feelings, the biggest difference between this and Kaedwen is only one point.

—They no longer have to walk down the street five minutes and hear dozens of swear words.

Geralt couldn't stand the stuffy atmosphere in the tavern. He took off his cloak, took a sip of wine, and complained again: "Get me a spell like your that can cover your face, why. I can't stand it. This **** cloak, and we're not wanted, why keep hiding our identities."

"Don't put the blame on me, you decided to cover up your identity half a month ago. If you want me to say, you might as well blame your hair. There are so many witchers in the world, but white But you are the only one who sent it. It's not surprising that people have rumored that you killed Henselt."

"Let's talk about it." He Shenyan took another sip of wine. "I think the people of Aden are quite fond of you, a murderer. Don't they?"

"yes."

The witcher nodded expressionlessly: "I like it so much, UU reading www.uukanshu.com likes me to take a shower, and a dozen girls willingly rub my back. They tore down the door of my private room. ."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Not at all-no-good!" said Geralt through gritted teeth. "I told you, I have changed, and now I am clean and I will never mess around outside. If you don't believe me, just watch."

"I think you're out of money, life member of Novigrad's love and flower brothel."

"They didn't ask me for money."

"How did you know?"

"I—!" Geralt was speechless for a while, and turned his head away angrily, only to find a man sitting in the corner staring at him.

His expression gradually became serious.

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