"Is the situation, is the situation very bad?"
The noble lady looked nervous. It could be seen that she cared about her brother, but caring was of no use in many cases.
Geralt was choosing his words so as not to make the young lady feel like she was the one doing something wrong.
"Rumors distort the truth of the matter, those crucial clues. What I can confirm from the mouths of these villagers are things that are already well known. Jazz was having fun with a woman, and then one day the woman Disappeared, Sir turned into a cormorant.”
The cold-faced demon hunter sighed slightly.
"To be honest, there are few noble ladies who are as tolerant as you. You allow the farmers in the territory to chew on their knights for so long without stopping."
Facts On the subject, a normal lord would break several whips on his subjects as soon as rumors started to spread.
Lords with a more violent temper would erect several long wooden poles in prominent locations in their territory, with hanged corpses hanging on them like wind chimes.
Geralt couldn't tell now whether his sigh was complaining about the expected increase in workload, or whether he was lamenting the rare kindness of this noble lady.
He is not in a bad mood anyway.
"Please let these villagers go back, Miss Eliza. I will conduct an on-site inspection directly, please."
The cream-white-haired demon hunter originally stood casually. Standing, ready to ask you to take me to see your brother, the cormorant.
But after his cat eyes casually glanced at the crowd gathered outside the manor, the weight of his body immediately rested on the toes of his left foot.
It seems as natural as changing positions after standing for a long time, but in fact, this is a standing posture that can start rotating, shifting, and swinging a sword at any time.
In short, this is a fully alert battle preparation posture.
There was someone in the crowd who caught Geralt's attention.
He is tall and strong, although among a group of farmers wrapped in three layers outside, he is not noticeable at first glance. But the witcher's powers of observation are far beyond those of ordinary people.
He noticed an obvious sense of inconsistency at a glance
The proportions of that person were too good.
Even though he is wearing obviously heavy equipment and is nearly two meters tall, his body proportions are still unusually coordinated.
Looking again, Geralt spotted the silver necklace flashing in the cloak.
It was a roaring bear head.
The noble lady has never learned any swordsmanship. Of course, she cannot see the changes in Geralt. She is just curious about why the witcher stops talking halfway.
"Master Demon Hunter, what's wrong with you?"
"No, I just met a friend. Please let these people go home. I'll go talk to that one first." Friends catching up on old times."
Miss Eliza stared blankly at the master witcher, his cat eyes motionless.He moved and stared at somewhere in the crowd.
Lan En walked outside with the dispersed people. Wearing a black cloak and a hood, he looked inconspicuous in the gloomy winter sky.
This is the first master demon hunter he has seen besides Bordon.
Berengar doesn't count. That guy has been working as a laborer for at least ten years working overtime to earn wages.
The cream-white haired demon hunter fit his understanding of the master demon hunter very well.
Professional, calm, patient and alert, the characteristics of the profession of demon hunter are vividly displayed in him.
Even within the Wolf School, which has the most complete knowledge inheritance, this guy is probably one of the most outstanding ones.
And now, this outstanding demon hunter has stopped in front of him.
In a narrow alley in the village, the demon hunter was standing against the wall with his arms folded, holding two swords on his horse's belly.
After Lan En walked into the alley, he stood up straight and faced the young demon hunter.
"This job has been taken over by me, from the Bear School. And I think the difficulty of this job is enough for a demon hunter. There is no need to give out the bounty to people who come to help on their own initiative. "
Geralt's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the alley, as always, he had the charm of a mature man, but Lan En always felt that this guy seemed a little resentful.
After being told the school of thought, Lan En simply lifted the hood on his head and asked bluntly.
"Of course, the famous white wolf, master demon hunter. You can definitely deal with a mere curse that turns people into birds. But what's the reason for this inexplicable resentment in your tone? If I remember correctly, this should be the first time the two of us have met."
Geralt acted the same as most people when he saw Lan En's face for the first time. He was stunned, and then. Shaking his head to regain consciousness.
Lan En's words made the corners of his cold mouth twitch slightly, and the resentment became even stronger.
"Yes, this is the first time in our lives that we have met, but the last encounter I had with the Bear School was not a pleasant one."
"Oh, what can I say"< /p>
Lan En tilted his head and asked curiously.
It seems that Lan En did not mean to cause trouble, so Geralt did not immediately put his palm on the hilt of the sword behind his back.
"Our expressions are to reduce trouble, but you are really emotionless and do not understand the ways of the world."
"Last time I passed by and saw your people hunting A petrified cockatrice went up to help. As soon as the beast lay down and his blood was still hot, your man pulled out the steel sword and told me that he didn't invite me to participate in the mission. The bounty was all his. If you want to divide the money, just draw the sword. Is he mentally ill? I don’t want to divide the money at all."
Lan En pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly.
Geralt had a cold face, but he said that others don’t understand the world.Therefore, this scene is much more interesting than his bad jokes.
But based on Lan En’s understanding of Bordon, the situation he described does not seem to be false.
"The mutation formula of the Bear School, you are right to say that he has a brain disease."
Although Lan En has no sense of belonging to the Bear School, he still has a badge hanging around his neck However, facing a very resentful Wolf School demon hunter, he could only smile.
"But don't worry, I'm not here to steal business. To be honest, I have just learned about curses, and I haven't lifted any curses myself. Originally, I just wanted to follow you Let’s watch the actual combat later.”
As he spoke, Lan took out a shiny Oren coin from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and flicked it to Geralt.
The Wolf Pie on the opposite side raised his hand and caught it in his hand.
He raised his eyebrows at Lan En in confusion.
The young people smiled and spread their hands.
"I am different from the one you met. We are familiar with each other's courtesy."
"Let me follow you to see a practical case of lifting the curse. If you encounter any trouble, I will help you. Hand, if you learn something, I will also give you some teaching fees. Isn’t this a good deal?”
Geralt’s eyes moved back and forth between Oren and Lan’s face. In the end, he put the gold coin into his pocket with a strange expression.
"It seems that you are indeed different from most of the Bear School"
"The famous hunter lord, the master witcher who slaughtered the Earl's entire estate."
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