Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

"Demon hunter, I guess you don't want someone to meddle in your mission, so it's good for us to follow the rules."

Yarpen Zeigering said slowly, he was milder and less aggressive than Boholt.

But accompanied by the laughter of the companions around, it didn't look like a kind of persuasion.

"Roger."

Geralt next to him spoke, and he gave Roger a look, then looked at Boholt and the others.

"We just happened to pass by and have nothing to do with that dragon, so you don't have to be nervous."

"Witcher, do you think we will believe you? Even blacksmiths and bakers know what a dragon means. No one will believe such a lie."

"And if you are really as you said, then it seems understandable to stay away from the battlefield under our arrangement."

Geralt pursed his lips, "I'm telling the truth, and I don't want any of you to bleed because of this dispute."

"Haha, boys, listen to what he's talking about." Boholt laughed.

"Is this a charity? Like a king's forgiveness to a beggar?"

At this moment, Geralt took the initiative to stand in front of Roger, "Leave this matter to me." He lowered his voice.

"Dwarves have always had this temper. They didn't mean to target you, but they treat everyone like this."

"We don't need to conflict with them."

"Don't worry, Geralt. I'm not planning to do anything." Roger shrugged with a smile.

"As long as no one takes the initiative to provoke me." Finally he added.

Immediately he stood up, "They may be used to this attitude, but I don't think it is correct, and there is no need to endure it."

As he spoke, he stepped back.

"Just like that, Geralt, it seems that we should separate here early, because if we stay any longer, I really can't guarantee what will happen."

"Roger..."

Geralt opened his mouth, but he didn't stop Roger's actions. He looked back at the rebellious dwarves and sighed helplessly.

These marauders from Clingfield have always been rampant, and they have successfully completed several feats of dragon slaying, each weapon drinking blood.

Together, Roger and Geralt were really not taken seriously by these guys.

What they didn't know was that Roger was nothing like any other witcher they'd ever seen.

"Oh well!"

"See you in winter." Thinking of this, Geralt didn't continue to persuade him to stay.

Because he was really worried that these outspoken guys would say something crazy under the stimulation of alcohol.

He can tolerate dwarves' bad temper, because he has several dwarf friends who are loved and hated in the same way.

But obviously, Roger doesn't seem to intend to pay for anyone's emotions.

More importantly, he has this qualification.

"Hey!" A young dwarf let out a mocking laugh. Hearing this sound, Geralt turned his head sharply, fixing his sharp eyes on him.

And at this moment, Yarpanzigrin, the leader, coughed just right.

It's best for everyone to leave, that's what they want to see.

"Sit down, Geralt, let's continue drinking, where did we go?"

Geralt turned sideways and turned his head. He saw Roger's back going away and hesitated for a moment. He was about to stand up when suddenly a familiar smell penetrated his nostrils.

Resisting his agitation, he looked in the direction of the smell, and then saw the longing figure.

The eternal black and white color scheme, the black hair like the night, the delicate face, and the black ribbon tied around the slender neck.

The gemstone above exudes a mysterious luster, just like its owner.

"Yennefer..."

The same dwarves noticed the sorceress's arrival and shouted, especially Yarpenzigrin.

The grievances between him and the sorceress are not small.

"What smell, do you smell it?"

"Where does the stench come from..."

On the other side, Roger was far away from the camp, and chose another road to go directly into the mountain.

He didn't wait for too long, and soon the sound of horse hooves came from behind, Roger slowed down, and then saw Borch galloping towards him followed by two female warriors.

He knew he had achieved his goal.

"Master Roger!" Bolch shouted.

"I thought you would stay, after all, there are not many dragons nowadays."

Roger didn't answer Borch's question, but stared at him strangely, "What about you?"

"Why are you following?"

"I don't think you're a big talker, so I'm curious about the golden dragon you mentioned earlier, and her name..."

"What do you want to ask? Ask her if she is a legend, but don't you already know the answer to this question?"

"Uh... I hope I can be more specific. For this answer, I can pay the corresponding reward."

Bolch was sincere, but Roger was unmoved.

"Who the hell are you? You're not a witcher."

The expression on Borch's face turned serious.

"how about you?"

"Who are you? And what... person?"

Bang!

The sound of the two female soldiers drawing their knives was connected together, but before Borch could stop them, their bodies flew high, and the tiger's mouth shattered and the weapons flew away.

"Stand back, I want to have a good talk with this gentleman!"

Borch's eyes shot out bright golden light, and then the majestic middle-aged man disappeared, replaced by a slender golden dragon exuding a powerful momentum!

But in the next second, before Borch could fully release his aura, he felt his body shrinking sharply, while Roger in front of him became extremely tall.

At this time, when the two female warriors climbed up from the ground, what they saw was Roger stretching out his palm, and on his palm was a shrunken golden dragon.

"Let me see your memories of Ophelia."

Wrapped by a huge force, Borch completely lost consciousness.

…………

"Damn it, we took a shortcut to find the dragon as soon as possible, not to take the initiative to crash into an inexplicable landslide!" A fat man with a shy belly muttered angrily.

He is Gyllensteen, steward of Niedamir.

In order to speed up the progress, they chose a so-called shortcut, but a sudden landslide isolated the large forces.

In the end, there were only a handful of people who passed the shortcut in disgrace.

The line was in disarray, the dwarves were busy negotiating a fare increase, while Geralt and Yennefer were arguing.

This pair of lovers came together because of Di Jing's wish, and they fully demonstrated what sadomasochism is in the separation and reunion.

In addition, there are guys with the appearance of magicians who promote the theory of equality of all beings, and Dandelion shuttles through it, constantly showing his sense of existence.

Like a farce, the team moved on, and the dispute didn't stop.

Until turning over a hill, a sharp-eyed dwarf saw a familiar figure at the end of the valley.

There was a straggling mass of white stones formed in an irregular ring, the ground sloping slightly to a patch of grass and surrounded by limestone cliffs.

A figure was sitting on the boulder in front of the circular stone.

Beside him are two long swords crossed on the ground.

Roger raised his head and looked at the messy crowd.