"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

"Please convey my apologies."

Ashe shook her head, "Such occasions are not suitable for me. I am used to being free. It may be very uncomfortable to attend the dinner of Lord Duke."

"So I'm sorry I can't participate." Ashe declined, "If you really need a bard, then Dandrien would be a better choice."

"As for the worry just now, you can pay him directly after his performance is over."

"Or find someone to stay with him and watch him."

Dandrine was still a little smug after hearing the first half, but soon his face became difficult to look.

"I haven't considered other people."

The man stepped forward, his strong body was very oppressive, "Master Duke has asked us, he only wants to invite Ms. Davin."

"I said, I don't want to go."

Ashe's tone suddenly became a little irritable, the man's eyes were fixed on her, and he wanted to say something more, but at this moment, Roger gently knocked on the table.

"I think the conversation is over, please leave, gentleman."

The man raised his head and looked at Roger and Geralt who was sitting next to him, then stepped back a little, "Please think about it again. If you change your mind, you are always welcome."

"No, I will leave early tomorrow morning!"

This time Ashe's tone was no longer polite.

The man stopped speaking, and left with the servants around him. It wasn't until long after they disappeared that the tavern became lively again.

Roger also figured out the identity of this man from the conversations of other people around him.

His name is Ze Liszt and he has been serving the Duke, mainly in charge of the nearby wharf and all the pearl-picking business.

Ordinary people may not be so concerned about nobles, but this Zelister controls the economic lifeline of many people.

It is impossible for many pearl pickers to not care about him at all.

"You should agree, that is a lot of money!"

After a few people left, Dandrien still remembered a little.

"If you can manage your belt normally, you can also be fully competent in the performance just now." Geralt mocked from the side.

"It's not my fault. You should all know how famous my reputation is and how much those noble ladies and ladies like me."

"Actually, I have been restrained enough." Then he turned around and looked at Geralt, "And you, if you take over the previous tasks, we won't be as difficult as we are now."

Geralt did not refute, just bowed his head and drank silently.

"You really want to leave here, we just arrived." Dandrien turned to look at Ashe.

"We met with great difficulty, stay and get together, and we will set off together in a few days."

"As for the Duke, you don't have to worry at all. There are two demon hunters by your side, can he send someone to kidnap you and send you to the stage of the mansion?"

"That's hard to say."

Ashe raised her chest, "For the poetess, the aristocratic mansion is not a safe place."

Dandrien sneered, stayed on Ash's plain chest for a moment, then shook his head and stopped speaking.

Ashe flushed, and gave Dandrian a hard look.

But in the following conversation, Ashe never mentioned the topic of leaving again, obviously she just just made an excuse for herself just now.

Now that I met Dandrien, I really wanted to get together.

After three rounds of drinking, Roger ordered a drink and a sturgeon for everyone in the tavern with a big wave of his hand. His generosity won everyone's applause.

Then Dandreen and Ashe played in turns, and they both took out their famous tracks, and seemed to want to compete.

This turned the entire tavern into a sea of ​​joy. The two on the stage cooperated with each other, and the others in the tavern jumped, but Roger did not take the initiative to participate, and declined several girls who secretly sent him friendship.

"Ah... Roger." Geralt said suddenly.

"I...something...well...about..."

"Is it Ye Naifa?"

"You all know?"

"I can't think of anyone other than her that can make you so embarrassed." Roger replied.

Geralt let out a sigh, as if letting go of the rocks in his heart, "I know that the damage is almost impossible to repair, but Ye Naifah firmly believes that Bolch may know something. After all, he is so unique."

"It's not the time yet."

"what?"

Roger's words had no beginning and no end, which made Geralt look puzzled.

"Enjoy today's performance, some things can only be left to time." Roger looked at the white wolf.

"But I can guarantee that there will be a perfect ending at the end of the story."

"The demon hunter has no good end." Geralt gave a wry smile, "I can't say that one day I will die on an unknown commission."

"Haha." Facing Geralt's negativity, Roger smiled. He suddenly became playful and the expression on his face became serious.

"I seem... so strange... an inexplicable premonition."

"what?"

"It's a warning about you."

Geralt's expression quickly became solemn, and Roger's power and mystery were all in his eyes.

"You said, I'm listening."

"Beware of pitchforks!"

Geralt:............

The next day when Roger went downstairs, the tavern was deserted. The whole tavern was boiling last night. There seemed to be endless wine and endless dishes.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he went back to the room to rest one after another~lightnovelpub.net~ Dandrian didn't know where he went to fool around. Although Ashe had gotten up, it seemed that he had not been able to wake up from the hangover.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several sturdy figures walked in with the smell of sea water.

"Hey, Torres Legger, isn't it your turn to go down to the sea to collect pearls today?"

"Why haven't you set off so late?" the tavernkeeper asked loudly while wiping his glass.

"Something happened at the seaside!" The man named Torres Legge replied in an urn voice.

"Some people have died, many people are surrounded by soldiers nearby, and there is no result yet."

"What happened?" The boss also became nervous.

The Cape of Blim Wude is a small place, and a small incident can cause a lot of noise, not to mention the death of several people.

"We don't know exactly what happened, but it is said that several pearl pickers were killed. There was only blood stains at the scene, not even the corpses were seen."

"There is no corpse...is it a monster?"

Everyone was shocked.

Torres Legger didn't want to say more, and sighed and ordered a beer.

Near noon, Dandrien walked in with a look of wilt, his face was like a salted fish that had lost too much water.

It seems that I must have been very tired last night.

Not long after he sat down, Geralt rushed in.

"It seems that the transformation of the Demon Hunter does have merit." Dandrien laughed at himself.

Geralt gave him a sideways look, "I didn't go out to fool around."

"Then where did you go?"

"Accepted a commission."

After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Dandrien and turned to the other side.

"Roger, are you interested in taking a look together?"