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"What happened?" Before Brad could react, he saw the witcher next to him had already jumped off his horse.

Without hesitation, the young prince also dismounted and followed. They crossed a ford and stopped in front of a pothole.

"This, this..." Brad took a breath, an extremely ugly look on his face.

The pit before them was about two meters in diameter. Within it lay a dozen mutilated corpses. The bodies bore clear signs of ghouls gnawing on them, but the fatal wounds were inflicted by swords and arrows.

An Ran said nothing, walked to the other side of the pothole, and looked down at the petite body lying on the ground while performing.

This was a little girl, perhaps only seven years old, staring blankly at the sky with cloudy eyes. A feathered arrow had pierced her abdomen. Her tattered robe was stained red with blood, and the flesh on her body and face was bruised.

bass.

An Ran pulled out the feather arrow from the opponent's abdomen and held it in his hand. There was an obvious seal mark at the end of the arrow.

"These are military arrows from the Northern Camp." Brad also saw the logo and said, "The Northern Camp is one of Kaedwen's most elite troops, but they're stationed on the border. They shouldn't be massacring civilians here."

Brad's analysis was very rational, and he did not shift the blame to someone else just because he hated his father.

He knew full well that his own army would massacre civilians, whether it was killing innocent people to gain merit or looting neighboring villages, they had done it. This was not just a problem for the Kaedwen army, but for armies across the continent.

However, the soldiers of the Northern Camp were stationed at the border, commanded by the Imperial Marshal, and had strict military discipline. Even if there were deserters, they would not have been able to escape to the heart of Kaedwen.

"Yes, I know." An Ran nodded and said softly, "This kind of sword-wielding technique doesn't seem like something a human army would do."

The fatal wounds on the corpses were light, while the marks left by the human army should be heavy. This kind of swordsmanship was clearly not cultivated through military service, but rather inherited from some other race.

Considering that almost every one of these arrows was fatal, it is probably obvious who the murderer is.

call out.

Just as he was thinking this, an arrow suddenly broke through the air and shot towards his forehead.

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pat.

As expected, the arrow was held firmly in Anran's hand.

This scene seemed quite fantastical, but Prince Brad beside him seemed to have long been accustomed to it. He was well aware that the demon hunter beside him was extraordinary, and he also knew that this method of sneak attack would not be able to deal with him at all.

However, the next scene was beyond Brad's comprehension.

An Ran grabbed the arrow but did not throw it away. Instead, he took a look at it, grabbed the arrow with his backhand and threw it gently in the direction of the attack.

"what!"

The arrow flew through the air, and a shrill scream was heard from the jungle not far away.

This……

Brad was stunned, stunned. He knew the screaming must have come from the attacker. But how could this work? He hadn't even seen the attacker, yet he'd wounded them?

"Let's go." An Ran shook the reins, and the horse under her rode forward. Brad also hurriedly urged his horse to catch up. In the dense forest, they saw the attacker.

This was a thinly dressed young elf woman with a pair of pointed ears. She looked quite distressed, with a feather arrow stuck in her ankle.

Seeing Brad and An Ran approaching, her eyes flashed with anger and fear, and she cursed: "Damn humans, you two damn humans!"

"Miss Elf, I advise you to face reality first." Brad took a breath and said, "If you don't want to be sold to Love and Roses, it's better to cooperate with us."

The young elf's expression changed immediately. It was obvious that she knew where Love and Roses was. Or perhaps it was because almost all intelligent creatures living near Kaedwen knew this place.

Well, except Anran.

But even if he didn't know where that place was before, he probably understood it now after hearing Brad mention it.

"Shameless!" The young elf woman's face flushed red, and her eyes became even more resentful.

"Let's figure out what's going on!" Brad sighed helplessly. "You were the one who attacked us first, yet you still called us shameless? If it weren't for my powerful companion, we'd probably be dead by now."

"Kill me if you want!" The young elf woman shouted loudly without letting go.

"You..." Brad seemed to want to persuade him again, but he saw An Ran draw out his sword decisively and cut off the head and body of the elf girl in front of him with one sword.

grunt.

Brad swallowed and looked at his companion beside him.

Anran's expression remained calm, neither sad nor happy.

Swish swish.

At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came from the bushes not far away, and thinly dressed male and female elves rushed towards them.

"These damned humans!"

"They killed Neerfu!"

"Kill them and avenge Nierfu!"

Some of these elves held long swords, others short axes, with ferocious expressions on their faces, making no effort to conceal their murderous intent.

"Wait, we..." Brad seemed to want to explain, but he saw An Ran beside him had already raised the sword in his hand.

puff.

A silver-white arc of light rose in the air, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The elves who had lost their heads fell to the ground one after another, splashing up clouds of dust.

choke.

An Ran sheathed his sword and walked towards his horse.

"You, you killed them all?" Brad seemed to want to confirm something, but didn't know how to say it, so he could only ask in such a dry voice.

"I believe you have seen the truth with your own eyes." An Ran's tone remained calm, as if what he had just killed was not an intelligent creature at all, but just a few ants that he had stepped on.

"They are not the murderers!" Brad took a breath and said, "The feather arrows they used are not military weapons of the Beidaying!"

"Yeah, I know." An Ran nodded and said, "And then?"

"Why kill them?" Brad summoned his courage and asked, "Just because they're Scoia'tael?"

He could naturally tell that these elves were the Scoia'tael.

In human society, the Scoia'tael, while not universally hated, certainly didn't have a good reputation. But at the same time, they were victims of persecution and slaughter, and Brad at least felt some sympathy for them.

"They have blood on their hands, and they are all innocent people." An Ran did not get angry at the other party's questioning. Instead, she explained, "This includes children."

Brad was stunned and lowered his head. "I see. I'm sorry."

He trusted An Ran and knew she had no reason to deceive him. Since she had killed a child, she deserved to die. Even though Brad felt pity for these inhuman races, he could still distinguish right from wrong.

"You don't need to apologize, just stay true to yourself." An Ran shook her head slightly, not feeling very relaxed.

In this fucked up world, it's so hard to maintain your humanity.

Were these elves born to be murderers? That wasn't the case, An Ran had read their memories.

These people were originally just blacksmiths, craftsmen, and farmers, but because their homes were destroyed and their families were killed, they gradually became evil and became what they are now.

They transferred their hatred for the rulers into hatred for all humanity, and the victims of violence became the most brutal thugs.

But in reality, this is impossible for them to truly seek revenge. It is just a way to transfer hatred, and they are also poor people who have been exploited and deceived.

But can we forgive their past crimes just because we feel sorry for them?

Of course not.

So, they died.

"Why is the world like this?" Brad pondered for a long time and finally asked this soul-searching question. "Who is the cause of this phenomenon?"

"Rulers who seek to satisfy their own selfish desires." An Ran answered bluntly, without any pretense, "These rulers disguise irreconcilable class contradictions as racial conflicts."

"You... are talking about my father, right?" Brad was not stupid, he quickly figured out the key point.

"Your father is just one of them." An Ran shrugged.

"Okay, where are we going next?" Brad decided to skip this topic as he still needed to think carefully.

"Go to Gaoyan City." An Ran's answer shocked him, and his expression froze.

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High Rock, also known as Ard Kale, is the capital of Kaedwen, also known as the Royal City.

Two months ago, Brad sneaked out of this city, but he met a bandit gang on the way. Not only did the gang rob him of all his belongings, but he was also sold to human traffickers as a pig.

If An Ran had not happened to pass by and rescued him, the prince might have been sold to Skellige to serve those bearded men.

But even though he was rescued, Brad had no plans to return to the city. Even though this was his nominal home, he would rather wander around.

"This is hell." Brad said bluntly as he entered the city: "I'm not kidding."

"Yeah, I can see that." An Ran nodded slightly without refutation.

Compared to other capitals, and even Vizima, this city was significantly larger, but also much more vulgar than Vizima.

They had only walked a few dozen meters from the city gate to here, but An Ran had already heard the male organs dozens of times and the female organs hundreds of times.

Moreover, the people here dress more modestly. A large number of men even go so far as to bare their arms, but the girls passing by are used to it.

certainly.

These are merely problems of social atmosphere and cannot be called "hell".

Why did Brad say this place was hell? It was because Anran's eyes saw something that ordinary people could not see. That was resentment.

A dark and thick aura of resentment enveloped the entire city; it was the wailing and resentment of millions of lives.

There was resentment in Vizima as well, but that resentment was like a firefly compared to the resentment before him.

Normal death of a person usually does not produce resentment. Only when there is resentment in the heart and it cannot be expressed for a long time after death will resentment gradually condense.

The resentment in Gaoyan City is so strong that it is obvious that a shocking massacre once took place here.

that's the truth.

Several years ago, under Henselt's orders, the entire Kaedweni population was purged of its non-human races, with High Rock being the first stop.

Thousands of non-humans were brutally slaughtered throughout the city. Their anger, their wails, and their curses lingered for a long time. This resentment was born and quickly grew.

If a master who is proficient in magic sets up a plan here, it will be easy to obtain a "peerless evil spirit" that can massacre a city and destroy a country.

Unfortunately, the warlocks of this world lack such abilities. Pure necromancy is absent here, and while there are warlocks who study the soul, they haven't advanced to the level of "necromancers."

But even so, this city is bound to be full of ghosts under the nourishment of resentment.

This was none of An Ran's business. He hadn't come here to subdue ghosts. Turning his gaze to Brad, he whispered, "Are there any delicious local specialties here?"

Actually, he didn't care about the local specialties. It was the little black cat on his shoulder who was greedy and couldn't talk, so he was bored.

"Food specialties?" Brad's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know how to complain. Honestly, he couldn't eat anything right now. He didn't want to stay in this city for even a single day.

If he didn't want to know what An Ran wanted to do, he would never have come here.

Taking a deep breath, Brad calmed his mind and said softly, "I know there's a pub around the corner. The food there is good."

"Well, lead the way then."

Ten minutes later, the two were already sitting in the living room of the tavern.

Their host was a woman in her thirties, pretty and well-proportioned. She wore a long, busty dress and smiled. "It's been a long time, Mr. Brad."

"Yeah. Long time no see, Nina." Brad seemed hesitant to look her in the eye and said, "I brought a friend with me this time."

"Ah, what a handsome man!" Nina looked at An Ran with eyes full of amazement, as if she had seen a priceless treasure. "Your appearance is so good that even women would be jealous!"

"Thank you for the compliment." An Ran smiled slightly and didn't care too much.

Of course, he knew that his appearance was considered "enchanting" in the eyes of most people, so he did not blame the other party for being rude.

"Give us a portion of honey-roasted lamb, two large pieces of smoked ham, ten buttered breads and two baked apples." Brad quickly stated his request. He didn't seem to want Nina to have much contact with his companion.

"Okay, Mr. Brad." Nina nodded with a smile and turned to go back to work.

After seeing the other party leave, Brad whispered: "She is a widow, quite pitiful."

His reason for calling Nina pitiful was simple: he hoped An Ran wouldn't harm her. An Ran naturally understood and said calmly, "So you're planning to do it yourself?"

"What, what attack?" Brad blushed and glanced to the side.