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When he returned to the "drinking barrel", Geralt was surprised to find that there was another person inside, and this person he just happened to know.

"What?" Geralt put down the wine in his arms. "Why are you here?"

"So this gentleman really knows you?" the female elf Fanny interjected. She stared at the mage fascinatedly, and almost wrote a few words on her face. "Well...that's good, we just happened to have wine."

Jonathan brought a pot of stew, which he and Fanny had been working on in the kitchen. The four people have a clear division of labor, two people steal alcohol, and two people cook.

He smelled the sound of the stew and showed a satisfied smile: "It's better if there are more people, I'm not used to this place if it's not busy. What's more, this gentleman knows how to taste wine at a glance, he even walks It's all so stylish. It must be the same in the taste of wine."

"Stop talking so much! Drink! Drink! Well-preserved Beauclair 1236, enjoy it, everyone!"

Zoltan extinguished most of the candles, leaving only one, drew the curtains, blocked the door with a few more chairs, and whispered, "From now on, we'll be quieter. God knows those guards will I won't come over, just be careful and pretend we're asleep."

He couldn't wait to open a bottle of Beauclair, and the dwarf's thick fingers pulled the cork out of the bottle. The rich and fresh aroma immediately filled the room, and even He Shenyan couldn't help but smile.

Really good wine.

Geralt sat beside him, followed Zoltan's instructions, and asked the mage softly, "How did you get here?"

"I saw you two gentlemen being chased by guards on the road with wine. Out of curiosity, I predicted what would happen tonight. How could I miss out on good wine?"

"Oh, so you watched the whole thing at the time, why didn't you help us clear the siege?"

Geralt pouted and questioned.

His words made Zoltan pat him on the shoulder, and the dwarf said solemnly, "This gentleman is gentle, help us? He might not be able to outrun the guards."

"Yeah, Geralt, I am indeed a gentle, helpless scholar. Your expectations of me are too high." He Shenyan smiled and echoed the dwarf's words.

This made the witcher silently turn his head away—gentle? Can't hold the chicken in your hands? Come on!

The mage stretched out his hand with a smile, shook hands with the dwarf, and introduced each other: "He Shenyan, a scholar."

"Zoltan Ziva! Just call me Zoltan, um, yes yes, although you look polite, but your handshake is quite strong!"

The dwarf bowed his head at him. Fanny took Beauclair white wine and filled everyone a glass, He Shenyan's glass was more.

Under the light of the only candle, they raised the goblet in their hands, and in the aroma of stew and wine, they said in unison: "Cheers!"

The drunkards quickly finished the bottle, then the second, and the third—as with all carnival feasts, once the wine begins to be consumed, it continues until it is finished, as All crazy stories, once they start, it's hard to end them.

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Geralt woke up with a splitting headache.

.......what's the situation?

The first thing he smelled was a stench that was hopeless and sour. The smell made him vomit instantly, and it wasn't until he got up that he realized how filthy he was now.

"Goddess Meritelli!" Geralt exclaimed. "My goodness!"

Don't blame him for this reaction. Anyone who wakes up from a hangover and finds himself in a Vegima sewers full of garbage and feces will probably be like this, or even more exaggerated. The only thing to be thankful for, there may be only one thing - he is in the aisle of the sewer, although dirty, at least there is no feces.

Geralt breathed carefully, not letting himself inhale the stench of too much feces. He frowned and tried to remember - what the **** did I do last night?

Some fragmentary memory fragments emerged from the depths of my mind.

Tavern...drinking, Ho, Zoltan's joke, Fanny was the one who fell first, she tried to fall on Ho, then Jonathan.

Then?

Geralt groaned, his temples throbbed, and he suppressed the urge to vomit and continued to try to remember - Zoltan said that the sewers in Vezima have been rough recently, and that you, Geralt, are not a witcher? Why don't we go in together and kill those monsters?

He still remembered that he patted his chest and responded loudly, and even the always calm He seemed a little drunk. Not only did he not stop the two of them from their stupid plans, he even snapped his fingers and put Geralt in the hotel. The silver sword was sent over.

...the goddess is above.

Geralt shuddered and looked around, unable to remember what happened after that. He started walking along the sewer, trying to find an exit, but unexpectedly found his silver sword not far away, and Zoltan who was sleeping on a rotten sofa from nowhere.

He picked up the silver sword first - fine, no problem. It's even clean with no stains at all. As for Zoltan, his beard is covered in vomit, and the combination of alcohol and stench turns him into a sleeping stink bomb. His snoring was loud.

"Zoltan? Zoltan? Hey! Wake up, Zoltan!"

After calling several times, the dwarf woke up. But still not fully awake. Sitting bleary-eyed on the rotten sofa, the first words he uttered were breathtaking: "Why the **** does it smell so bad, Geralt? Pterodactyl fart here?"

He pondered for a while, Geralt thought he was trying to say something, but Zoltan opened his mouth and spit it out. endless sewage.

Well, at least he's got a good head.

Geralt turned his head, and Zoltan was a little more awake. He wiped his mouth, looked around, looked at Geralt with the silver sword, and suddenly said, "We did another stupid thing, right?"

"right."

"Damn, what about the scholar?"

Zoltan didn't seem to remember He Shenyan snapping his fingers to transmit the silver sword, and regarded him as a gentle scholar. He said worriedly: "He doesn't have the ability to protect himself like the two of us. I said it's true that there are monsters in the sewers. Recently, many people who have disappeared are corpses found in the sewers, and they have been eaten to pieces."

"Move, Witcher!"

The dwarf jumped off the sofa and led the way in front of him. He broke off a sofa leg and used it as a weapon. He shouted loudly, "I can't let the friend I just met have an accident! Hell, we have to find him!"

Zoltan was probably the most chivalrous dwarves Geralt knew, and everyone said that dwarves would be hanged for their friends, and Geralt felt that Zoltan would not only do it, but might be willing to die twice. Even with new friends.

They started calling out He Shenyan's name in the stinky sewers. For two full hours, they were sweating and couldn't find him. Now, even Geralt started to worry.

- Heck, He is indeed a powerful mage. But what if he was too drunk to cast spells? Didn't he say that he was still recovering his strength...

Geralt knew that Zoltan was right. Along the way, he has found many suspicious traces. According to speculation, he thought that there was probably a large carnivorous monster living here.

"My beard is up," Zoltan said gloomily. "We might have killed him."

When he looked up again, his eyes were full of tears: "You shouldn't have stolen alcohol! It's all my fault! Alas, Zoltan, look what you've done!"

The dwarf cursed himself loudly: "Don't blame the city government for letting you stop drinking! Drinking is not good! God, I killed the friend I just met!"

"Don't think like that, Zoltan, he's a mage, he'll be fine." Geralt comforted him while turning down a corridor.

The sewers of Vizima were built directly on the ruins of the ancient Elven city, not many left ~www.readwn.com~ but still functioning well. Sewage and stench surround them, but Geralt unexpectedly discovers a new passage.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he walked in. The Ingenie seal lit the torches on the wall, illuminating the darkness here. The witcher's keen hearing detected even breathing from the depths of the hallway - was that him?

He walked in cautiously, Zoltan still sighing behind him, saying things like the drunk wizard couldn't cast spells. As a result, when they reached the end of the passage, both of them were stunned.

He Shenyan was sleeping.

To be precise, he slept on the huge corpse of the three-headed bat-winged demon. They were torn apart by him, blood and minced flesh everywhere. There were also some corpses left by the victims scattered around, and the mage was sleeping soundly above the corpses of the three bat-winged demons, his robes were spotless, only his hands were stained with blood.

"Mahakam is up..." Zoltan said, dumbfounded. "He—he...he?"

"He's all right, Zoltan." Geralt slumped on the ground limply. "Fortunately he's fine, huh."

"How did he do it?" Zoltan asked incredulously, looking like he was trying to find a reasonable answer, while Geralt had a much easier time.

He waved his hand and signaled Zoltan to relax: "How can you do so many things, Zoltan, I think, tearing up the three-headed bat-winged demon with bare hands after being drunk is also included... um , I think I need to quit drinking for a while."

"What do you think?"

The dwarf nodded and muttered to himself, "Damn, I'll never drink again."

......

......

Weird.

Three days later, they drank all night again.