Early the next morning, the two of them rode horses on the road, and the cormorants in the sky led the way for them.
The cold wind in winter is mixed with the water vapor by the lake, making people feel wet and cold.
The clouds in the sky persist, and the wind makes a low whine as it passes through the reeds.
Sir Fresnet in the sky seems to be having a lot of fun with the cursed lady.
Their tryst place was centered on Hamm and spread out to several surrounding villages.
Lan and Geralt rode horses into an unremarkable small village, which was no different from other villages on the mainland.
On the muddy road covered with cow dung, dogs, cats, and poultry walked past while barking.
Two hooded knights came flying over. All the villagers closed their doors and watched, but no one dared to come up and speak.
Fortunately, their target was not in this village. Jazz took his lover all the way to have a tryst, so his target was definitely not in this small village.
Geralt dragged the brim of his hood upward and looked up. His pupils shrank and focused, and he quickly locked onto a white spot in the sky.
"Go through, to the southeast not far from here."
Tilting his head slightly to explain, the white wolf pinched the carrot's belly and jumped straight over.
Lane drove Poppai to start at the same time almost as soon as he started.
He didn’t want to be splashed by the mud particles thrown from the carrot’s hooves just because he was one step behind.
The young demon hunter had a funny expression under his hood.
"This old guy looks like a Scarface, but secretly he is actually a bad guy."
He is not the kind of bad guy who has evil intentions and wants to harm someone. But the kind of bad guy who likes to play tricks on others
How old is this old guy?
Lan En was making wild guesses about the age of this old man. .
Soon, the two of them passed through the village and came to a wasteland in a fallow field, with many withered branches and leaves intertwined on the ground.
This ground is between the gaps divided by field ridges. It does not seem to belong to any farmer here.
The cormorants in the sky have already landed nearby. They don’t seem to want to get close to it at all. They just stand on the ridge of the deserted field, pointing at the pile of dead branches with one wing and quacking.
"A rose bush"
The two dismounted and walked to the edge of the withered branches. Lan En's alchemy knowledge allowed him to see at a glance what the pile of withered branches originally looked like. .
Suddenly, Mr. Lan, a young country man, looked at the cormorant with a lot of admiration in his eyes.
"Bring your lover over here to see the rose bushes growing in the cracks in the fields. The fields have an unobstructed view for the public to see."
Lan En doesn't believe that Fresnet will bring his lover over here. It’s just flower viewing.
Although men and women in this world are more sexually open, but in the fields where everyone worksThe cormorants squawked, turned around and faced Lan En with their buttocks, motionless.
Geralt also smacked his mouth meaningfully twice before greeting Lan En.
"Okay, the customer's personal interests are not within the scope of our services."
So the two began to explore around this small flower garden.
Neither the bear-headed nor the wolf-headed necklaces trembled, proving that there was no trace of chaotic magic left here and that it was not the birthplace of the curse.
It is impossible for the magical traces left by this curse to turn a strong human male into a cormorant and dissipate after only two years.
"Will roses wither so completely in winter?"
Lan En asked while pulling apart the intertwined branches.
The flower branches that were supposed to be flexible are now as hard as small sticks, and they can shake up ashes when pulled.
Geralt was not surprised.
"Before the Cormorant Curse became famous, the villagers would have taken care of this flower garden. But when the news of the curse spread, they probably wanted to burn it down. They haven't set fire to it now. Because I didn’t dare to come over and get my hands on it.”
“Ha, I found it”
Geralt pulled out a small piece of cloth from the hardened earth, and then pulled it with the clod of soil. out.
After shaking it off, I discovered that it was a piece of low-surface black cloth with silver needlework.
"The fabrics and craftsmanship are good, at least not what women in this village should have. There are also broken parts that were bitten and torn apart by teeth."
Geralt has the following qualities: Lan En has the same habit, or perhaps all witchers have this habit. They will mutter to themselves the phenomena they obtain with their extraordinary senses.
At the end, Geralt held up the cloth and motioned to the cormorant.
"This is the dress she was wearing at that time. You like to bite it with your mouth."
Already a well-informed old demon hunter, at this time, he also felt that this knight seemed to be It's a bit wild.
The cormorant jumped and moved further away.
Geralt curled his lips, this was a solid move.
He complained to the young people who were watching the excitement.
“See, this is the difficulty of lifting the curse. The cursed people will always resist when they need to reveal their privacy. Communication is difficult enough, but they still don’t want to work hard to communicate with us. "
The young man smiled and nodded, saying that he had learned another lesson.
Then the two men rode back to the village and started looking for people to ask if anyone still remembered what happened back then.
The villagers avoided the curse and were not prepared to have any communication with the two demon hunters.
In the end, Lan En directly found the elder of the village, and then used Baron Ham's name and safety as pressure to make him reluctantly.Yuanzhi told the villagers what to say.
Geralt watched with some surprise as Lan En spoke to a village elder in a few words so that he broke into a cold sweat. Although he gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them, he still cooperated obediently.
"I was ready to take out King Aiweier's documents just now."
Geralt patted his satchel.
"That thing is of no use. The people in the village don't care what the far away king said or signed. Baron Hamm, who can shake the shovel when harvesting grain, is even more useful." They feel in awe."
Lan shrugged indifferently. During the time he lived with old Allen in O'Riden, he got to know people like the village elder.
Geralt nodded, "Looking at how skilled you are, in fact, if there is no curse involved, you are already a qualified demon hunter who can travel around and make money."
"Question Right here." Lan En continued.
"I think I should know everything a witcher knows, and I have to be good enough, so just think of me as paranoid. Cursing is an interesting knowledge. Even if I can't use it, I can at least You should know how to deal with it."
"Ha, sense of crisis," Geralt commented bitterly on the young man's thoughts. "Practical and necessary feelings. My teacher has always wanted me to keep this feeling. He said that although no witcher can die peacefully in bed, maintaining a sense of crisis at all times can make you die a little later."< /p>
Lan En agreed with this.
"Words of wisdom."
"Indeed." Geralt himself admitted, "But even if we are too tired, we are also human and we will feel mentally exhausted. So We mostly pick up a waitress upstairs in a tavern who wants to make extra money, or there are a few favorite brothels, so far, even my teacher will relax at the right time."
" To be honest, there should be no demon hunters in this world who don’t prostitute themselves, so how can they survive?”
Lan En just smiled at this topic and did not respond.
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