2077: V really knows how awesome he is

Then consider that this young man is not even married yet, so he must be very young. Even young people are being conscripted into war. It is true that no matter which world you are in, the lives of the lower classes are just as miserable.

Leonard was able to prepare a wedding dress for his son, so he was probably a responsible and good father in the past. But his son died, and life broke him, turning him into a drunkard who spent his days in bars and whose mind was full of lewd thoughts.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life, only without the protagonist's halo.

V returned to the tavern with a sigh, untied the horse's rope, and mounted it. She had never ridden a horse before, because horses had become extinct in 2077. However, she had seen wanderers fighting against the corporation on horseback in some old Dream movies, and thought that this thing shouldn't be any harder to drive than a car.

Just as she was about to give it a try, a voice sounded behind her.

"Hey, I can't just stand by and watch you ride away on the only horse in the village. Get off that horse, whether you're a common woman or a witch!"

V turned around and saw the tavern owner holding a crossbow, aiming at her. The crossbow was already strung and an arrow was nocked.

With a soft sigh, she dismounted and walked step by step toward the tavern owner.

The tavern owner was alarmed and immediately warned, "Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!"

Seeing that V showed no sign of stopping, the tavern owner gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

With a "whoosh," the crossbow bolt shot out. The tavern owner expected blood to splatter everywhere, but V quickly raised his hand and easily caught the flying bolt.

Tavern owner: Σ(⊙▽⊙)

V said, "I am not a witch."

The tavern owner glanced at the crossbow bolt in V's hand and relented: "If you say it's not, then it's not."

V continued forward, reaching out towards the tavern owner's neck. The owner trembled in fear, thinking he was about to be killed to silence him. However, V moved his hand down and pulled the "Meno Kohlren" card from the owner's breast pocket.

Tavern owner: (╥﹏╥)

"How do I get to Kaer Morhen?" V asked.

"It is located in the far north of the Kingdom of Cordwin."

“Tell me the direction.”

"Over there," the tavern owner pointed in a direction.

V rode away on his horse.

The tavern owner looked at the crossbow bolt that V had casually tossed on the ground, then at the mess in the tavern, and scratched his head in bewilderment.

Leaving aside V's journey towards Kaer Morhen, let's turn our attention to Ciri and Geralt's side.

They arrived safely at Kaer Morhen, where the old Witcher Vesemir was grooming his horse.

The mare named Carrot, who was peacefully enjoying the service, suddenly became agitated. Vesemir tried to calm her down, but Carrot continued to neigh loudly.

"What the hell...?" Vesemir was muttering when a flash of white light appeared, and Geralt and Ciri appeared not far in front of him.

Ciri looked at her long-lost home and was filled with emotion. She paced back and forth, then spun around in circles, her joy overflowing. Then she saw Vesemir.

"Hahaha!" Ciri laughed without any restraint, and ran quickly towards the old witcher. She pounced on him, hugged Vesemir's neck, and hung on him, kicking her legs up with joy.

Vesemir spun Hiri around twice in his arms, then put her down and said with a smile, "Welcome back, child. I'm sure you have many stories to tell me."

“Yes, Vesemir, I have so many stories to tell.”

Ciri was about to speak excitedly, but Geralt interrupted her.

"Wait a minute. Ciri, have you forgotten something important?"

"Ah, right, V!" Ciri exclaimed, slapping her palm.

“V?” Vesemir asked curiously. “What’s that? A name or a code name?”

“It’s her name, and it’s a bit strange, but she’s a good person.” Ciri introduced her to Vesemir: “She’s a friend I met in another world. She came here to help me fight the Wild Hunt King, but we got separated during the teleportation.”

“That’s a big problem.” Vesemir nodded. “Any clues?”

“I can feel that she has arrived in our world, but I can’t say exactly where. She may be only a few hundred meters away from us, or she may be thousands of miles away, on the other side of the world.”

"These are two very different outcomes. You're still as clumsy and impulsive as you were when you were a kid."

“I’m sorry,” Ciri said, bowing her head.

"You actually admitted your shortcomings? You weren't this well-behaved when you were a child," Vesemir remarked. "It seems this V must be a very important friend of yours."

"Yes, she is very important to me."

“Don’t worry, child. As long as she’s in our world, we’ll definitely find her,” Vesemir comforted him. “Don’t forget, the Witcher is the world’s best tracker.”

Ciri nodded, and Geralt added, "Let's search the area first. Call Lambert and Escalde, before the sun goes down."

But even as night fell completely, they found no trace of V near Kaer Morhen.

"It seems to be the worst-case scenario; V may have been teleported thousands of miles away."

Ciri's face was filled with guilt and worry: "What do we do now?"

“Let’s eat first, we all need to rest,” Geralt said.

"But she..."

Vesemir patted Ciri on the shoulder: "Don't worry, kid. If that V is really as powerful as you say, capable of sweeping through the entire Wild Hunt army by herself, then she won't be in any danger in our world."

Ciri knew Vesemir was right. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and nodded, "Okay."

Food and drinks were laid out in Kaer Morhen Castle. Ciri and Vesemir sat together chatting quietly, while Geralt, Lambert, and Escal drank at the long table.

"You and Yennefer really went to another world?" Lambert asked in surprise.

“That’s right.” Gerald nodded.

"Are there witchers in that world too?"

"not at all."

"Then how will they deal with demons and vengeful spirits?"

"There are no demons or ghosts in that world, nor are there any vengeful spirits."

"There aren't even demons, ghosts, or vengeful spirits? So what kind of world is it over there? Tell us about it."

Geralt took a sip of his ale: "You won't believe me."

Aiskar chimed in, "Tell me about it."

Faced with his good friend's request, Geralt had no choice but to speak up.

"The people over there all have a metal chip in their brains called a 'chip,' and they can launch wars from afar using something like a telescope, without having to be physically present. Also, there are no horses there; I heard that horses died out decades ago due to environmental changes. Everyone has their own mode of transportation called a car, and some wealthy people even own a flying version called a hovercar, which you can think of as a small boat that can fly in the sky."

“Please,” Lambert shook his head, “Geralt, stop making up stories.”

Geralt shrugged. "I told you you wouldn't believe me."

"By the way, where's Yennefer?" Escal asked.

"She stayed in that world to help them with some work."

"What job?"

"The kind of work that sorceresses excel at."

"So that world also has magic?" Eskar felt like he had discovered the truth: "That's why there are flying cars, right?"

Geralt sighed: "No, there is no magic in that world. Those cars can fly because of something called science."

"And what is science?"

"Science is..."

Before Geralt could finish his sentence, a voice suddenly rang out.

“Givell!”

Everyone turned their heads and saw the elven sage Avalak supporting himself against the wall as he walked down the stone stairs.

Lambert slapped his forehead: "I was wondering if I'd forgotten something. Turns out I forgot to bring him his food."

So the starving elven sage went downstairs to find food, only to discover that Ciri had returned.

"Hi, Avalak, I'm back." Ciri smiled and handed over a glass. "Let's have a drink to celebrate that we're both safe and sound!"

Avalak didn't take the glass; instead, he said with a solemn expression, "You shouldn't have come back."

"why?"

"Because as soon as you return, the King of the Wild Hunt will be able to sense your location immediately. He will probably be here very soon, and Kaer Morhen will be razed to the ground by him. Everyone here will die!"

Chapter 132 Comrades Gather

"This is impossible!"

Ciri told Avalak about V's existence, but the elven sage didn't believe her at all: "Ain El has been powerful for tens of thousands of years, conquering countless kingdoms and races. The empire's army cannot be easily destroyed, and the Nagilfa is a top-tier weapon that embodies the spirit of the elves. It will never be 'destroyed in one blow'!"

“What I said is true. I saw it with my own eyes. V is that powerful, incomparably powerful!” Ciri firmly defended her friend.

Avalak looked troubled: "Giveil, I suspect that you have become mentally deranged due to the constant out-of-control teleportation, which is why you have imagined a 'powerful friend.' It's not strange or shameful, but you need to face this phenomenon and find a way to eliminate it, instead of being bewitched by it."

"I am not mentally unstable, V is real!"

"Since you say that person really exists, then say her name instead of just using a code name."

“Her name is V, and her real name is…” Ciri paused, then said dejectedly, “I don’t know.”

"Look, it only has a code name and no real name, which perfectly matches the characteristics of a friend in my imagination."

"Well, Geralt said he'd seen V before."

Ciri looked at Geralt, and Avallac'h also looked at Geralt.

Geralt shrugged; he was more concerned with another question: "Will the Wild Hunt really come?"

Avalak said very seriously, "Ion El's White Frost is about to burst forth. Eredin will not let any opportunity pass and will definitely come."

"Even if he just suffered a crushing defeat?"

"Are you mentally deranged too?" Avalak slowly shook his head. "Even if V really exists, even if V can really repel the Wild Hunt army, she's not here right now, is she?"

“I understand.” Geralt had no intention of arguing with Avalak; as an old father, he only wanted to protect his daughter. “If the Wild Hunt really comes, then we’ll fight him to the death in Kaer Morhen.”

Avalak's eyes widened in surprise: "Are you sure? That's the King of the Wild Hunt, the most powerful warrior in the Elven Kingdom!"

Geralt calmly replied, "I'm quite certain, because someone has already shown me with their actions that the King of the Wild Hunt is not invincible."

Avalak frowned: "I hope your swordsmanship is as strong as your confidence."

"Don't worry, I'm not so arrogant as to think I can defeat the King of the Wild Hunt single-handedly," Geralt said calmly. "I will gather some comrades."

Avalak asked curiously, "Comrade-in-arms?"

Geralt explained, "You could also call them friends."

Seeing that the Witcher was determined, Avalak stopped trying to persuade him and turned to the dining table to start eating.

He had already made up his mind: if the Witcher won, great; if he lost, he would take Ciri and run away immediately, just like before.

“Geralt, what are you doing? V is a real person, you should have told Avalorak that.” Ciri complained to Geralt immediately.

“That’s meaningless. As that elf said, no matter how powerful V is, she’s useless without her here.” Geralt said earnestly, “Ciri, I will protect you, no matter if there are strong reinforcements or what the situation is, because that is my responsibility.”

“Geralt…” Ciri was deeply moved and wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

The Witcher continued, "On my way to find my comrades, I will also search for V's whereabouts. Perhaps I will come back with her."

Ciri nodded.

Geralt smiled and patted his daughter's head: "I'm leaving tonight."

Ciri was surprised: "So fast?"

"Disaster never waits for you to be prepared." Vesemir appeared at the door leading a black mare: "I've prepared your horse."

"Thanks." Geralt took the reins, mounted his horse, and said to Vesemir, "I'm leaving the house in your care."

"Don't worry, with me here, this family won't fall apart."

"drive!"

Geralt departed into the night, and the previously joyful atmosphere turned somber.

Ciri watched her father's retreating figure with a hint of disappointment: "Maybe I shouldn't have come back. If I hadn't fled back to Kaer Morhen, the Wild Hunt wouldn't have come."