"Relax, Carrot. Relax, shush"
He has a vicissitudes of life but is still heroic and deep. His neck-length milky white hair makes him look a little sickly, with cat eyes and a hanging hanging on his chest. A silver snarling wolf head necklace.
Geralt of Rivia, a witcher of the Wolf Faction. At this time, he was calming his horse.
"Miss Eliza, could you ask your servants to put down the pitchforks? This thing is not safe for living animals. The horses will be scared."
In his mouth He made a request, but the face of this wolf sect demon hunter was as unwavering as most people in this profession.
This is also the origin of the rumor spread among the people that demon hunters are a group of emotionless and cold-blooded killers.
Farmers who are forced to survive by monsters will be very honest, but when the monster dies, this temporary simplicity will most likely disappear with it.
Facing an emotional demon hunter, farmers will not be stingy with a few pitiful expressions and a few words of moral kidnapping. Just to escape the balance of the demon hunting commission.
Most witchers will learn Geralt's current cold expression within a year after completing their training and actually entering the industry.
This expression can save the witcher from a lot of trouble.
Of course, the above professional dilemmas and sorrows are limited to ordinary demon hunters, and have little to do with a bear cub who can live in Aretuza Academy permanently.
"Put down the pitchfork, everyone, put it down."
In the largest manor in the village, a pretty lady clutched the handkerchief in her hand and stumbling to calm down the servants.
After these servants temporarily retreated, she cautiously approached the witcher on horseback.
"Dear Sir, you are"
Not only did Geralt's face show no fluctuations, he was also very calm mentally.
He knew very well how much panic his sickly white hair and cat eyes would cause to unsuspecting farmers.
So he simply pulled out a parchment roll from the horse's backpack and handed it to Eliza.
"This has the seal and order of King Aiweier. Please check it yourself. I am only here to work according to King Aiweier's entrustment. You don't need to be so guarded against me."
His voice is slightly hoarse, but has the deep charm of a mature man.
The leather rubbed, and Geralt smoothly rolled off Carrot's back.
The Wolf School is an eclectic and comprehensive school. He is currently wearing a medium-weight armor mixed with leather armor and chain mail.
It is incomparable to the tens of kilograms of heavy armor of the Bear School, but such smooth movements still made the servants who were holding the pitchforks at him slightly stunned.
Two long swords were tied to the side of the horse's belly, with only the plain hilts exposed.
He reached out and patted the restless mare again to calm her down.
“Let’s cut a long story short, I thinkTo lift this curse, the process shouldn't be too dangerous. At least I won't have to draw my sword. The only important thing is that you have to give me information. "
"Message"
The beautiful aristocratic lady clutched the handkerchief in confusion and repeated it.
"Yes, message. Also called intelligence. Everything is fine, anyway, you have to kill this cursed person"
"Fishnet, my brother's name is Fresnet. ”
“Well, you have to tell me the causes, consequences, and manifestations of Sir Freixnet’s curse, without leaving any trace behind.” This way I can find a way. ”
Geralt patiently explained to this noble lady who had obviously never come into contact with witchers.
Although most witchers have cold faces, but this To put it bluntly, the industry is actually a service industry. Patience with customers is as important as professional skills.
"Who was he cursed by? Why was he cursed? After being cursed, he became a cormorant. I often fly to various places, and I have to know them all. ”
“And the information must be true and reliable. Otherwise I have to say”
At this point, Geralt shut up and paused for a short while, as if to give the cursed man’s relatives some time to understand.
"Otherwise, I have to say, you may feel that becoming a cormorant is not a bad choice. "
He told a cold joke, but except for a servant who just held a pitchfork and said "Pfft", no one showed the slightest smile.
On the contrary, their expressions Nervous and worried.
Geralt scratched his cheek.
“Okay. "He muttered. "This joke is indeed a bit cold. ”
But this cold joke brought outstanding results.
Miss Eliza summoned many idle people in Hamm just to piece together the appearance of the incident. He came up with a rough idea so that the demon hunter could use his method to break the curse.
So in this cold winter wind, a lot of people actually gathered outside the manor. < /p>
Although Geralt still looks like a ruthless Scarface on the surface, in fact he is almost whistling in his heart.
In the past, when investigating the situation of the mission. , he had to stretch his legs, walk through the streets and alleys, and step on the cow dung and dog excrement in the village before he could find such an insider in a dilapidated wooden house or a leaky tavern who was not drunk. .
Then he endured the other party's bad breath and stammering, as well as the assumptions caused by lack of knowledge, and got the information he wanted from the tiny clues.
And now, he was waiting for himself. The people asking were queuing up.
It must be said that the last time he was treated like this, he was helping Foltest solve the curse on his daughter.
He did it for the kings. You have to be careful in your life to avoid falling into some invisible political whirlpool. But on the other hand, convenience is really convenient.
"Okay, are you sure you saw Sir Fresnet having a tryst with a lady for a long time?"
"tui, of course I am sure" the farmer tilted his head, First he spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then he spoke loudly with a confident look on his face.
"I can even hear the Lord Sir shouting for a long time when he stabbed the witch. They always do things in the haystack near my house. Believe me, I am right."
The vulgar shouting was greeted by a burst of exclamations from the peasant women, which were mixed with curiosity and desire for knowledge.
At the same time, there was also a burst of laughter from the farmers.
These reactions made the person being asked look even more complacent.
Geralt was noncommittal about this confidence.
"I'm not sure it's a witch yet."
His voice was as calm as ever.
But the person who was asked laughed.
"What else could she be if she wasn't a witch? Could she be an honest woman? Sir, Sir, you have turned into a bird. Do you understand?"
"Maybe, I'm just a witcher."
Good.
Geralt thought calmly.
Things soon progressed to the stage where laypeople questioned experts.
This is also a part that demon hunters are accustomed to. After all, this is a world where even the princes and nobles believe that turtle-shaped stones can invalidate magic.
The more stubborn a person's worldview is, the more difficult it is for him to accept a reality that he cannot understand.
The farmers’ world view is very simple, so they are particularly stubborn.
Geralt has become accustomed to panning for gold in the ocean of information.
But after basically sifting through the testimonies of the onlookers, he still sighed under the nervous gaze of Miss Eliza.
"Damn"
The demon hunter pursed his lips helplessly and looked at the noble lady.
“Have you never stopped the spread of rumors? I can’t tell whether this information is true or false.”
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