"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

In March, the snow has slowly melted and the temperature has gradually risen, and it is time for everyone to leave.

This time they left a little later than in previous years, because this winter Kyle Mohan has become extremely comfortable under Roger's care. If it weren't for the stored wine, everyone would have been delayed for a while.

Roger organized his bags, and on his back, there were two more glaring long swords, which were prepared by Escal and Lambert for him, and his equipment came from Vesemir.

Although the craftsmanship is really not very good.

"If you plan to go to the northwest, you should be able to travel with Geralt." Escal said as he sorted things out.

"Geralt is going there too?" Roger asked casually.

"He's been tracking someone's information..." A voice suddenly came from behind, it was Lambert who had already packed his bags.

Lambert squeezed a weird smile, "Hey, Roger, you should have heard that name, the sorcerer that made Geralt uncontrollable. Some people say that she occasionally appears in Povis, and even stops once. It's been several months."

"It's almost around this time, so Geralt plans to try his luck."

"Hmph, I don't know where he fell in love with that woman? A few years ago, she lived in Kyle Morhan for a while, and the two of them were like glue during that period."

"But the enthusiasm of the sorcerer came quickly and retreated quickly. Those women are all faces. Our Geralt was soon abandoned..."

"Ahem!" Eskall couldn't help coughing twice, but Lambert continued to ignore it, "They are good companions on the journey, but if they have been in contact for a long time...Tsk, Roger, listen to me. Said that there are enthusiastic and open girls everywhere in this world, but only female warlocks, it is best to stay away from them."

"is it?"

"Does one of them prevent you from getting out of bed?" Geralt's voice came from behind Lambert.

Lambert didn't care, shrugged and waved goodbye to everyone.

And at this time Roger finally understood how the wooden bed in the so-called luxurious room he had lived in... was so bad.

"Roger, you also want to go to Povis?" Geralt asked curiously. After a winter, everyone was very familiar with it. Naturally Geralt also heard the rumors about Roger.

"It's probably in that direction. Actually, I don't have any purpose. It's just a feeling." Roger vaguely said.

"That's okay, we can set off together, which is a formal experience of the life of a demon hunter." Geralt also seemed extremely happy when someone was with him, but he suddenly thought of something before he set off.

"Hey, Roger, you'd better control your power in front of outsiders. That would be too shocking for anyone."

"After all, even if you only maintain the most basic state, there will not be many people in this world that will be your opponent."

Roger nodded, and then several people turned on their horses, slowly moved away from Kyle Morhan, and waved goodbye at the fork in the road.

"See you in winter!"

Kyle Morhan is in the territory of Kodwin, and Geralt's goal is to be in Povis in the northwest. In this process, it is necessary to pass through several countries in succession, especially Kan Gongen, which is in the center.

What Geralt didn't know was that it was one of Roger's important destinations.

The life of the demon hunters is more boring and difficult than Roger imagined. They hardly enter the larger city-states, but spend the night in nearby villages and towns.

Because it's easier to receive commissions there, those dim bars don't have much sentiment, and there is too much water in the beer, and the waitresses are also difficult to start.

Along the way, the two of them were very dusty, and there was really no fun at all. Fortunately, the weather was getting warmer, and when they arrived at Kan Gongen, they had completely got rid of the cold.

"Boom!"

Geralt panted and dragged the body of the petrified lizard to the crowd.

"It's this thing, two hundred linta, the fineness is better!" He stared at the money bag in the hands of the city official in front of him, judging from the shape and size of the outside, Geralt didn't think that the money bag could hold two hundred lin towers.

really.

"I'm sorry, dear Master Demon Hunter, we can't make up that much."

"How much do you have?" Geralt frowned. The price was negotiated in advance, but he didn't encounter too many similar things.

"One hundred and eighty."

The city official said cautiously.

Generally speaking, Geralt's asking price is not too high, and it is definitely worth the labor he paid.

Taking a deep breath, pursing his lips slightly and holding back the anger in his heart, he stretched out his hand, "Give me the money!"

"thanks, thanks!"

"If next time, next time we..."

"Get out!" Geralt snorted coldly. He would rather not earn the money than hear someone die in the hands of monsters.

The city official's face was embarrassed, and he waved his hand and led the two servants on their feet and ran away.

"That guy lied." Roger said unhurriedly with his arms folded over his shoulders.

"I know." Geralt gave a wry smile. He opened his mouth but then sighed. "Forget it, at least we can have a full meal at noon today." He shook the money bag in his hand.

Roger is noncommittal. This is Geralt's task. He doesn't want to point fingers too much. Everyone has their own principles, and this is the biggest difference between Geralt and others.

"It doesn't matter what you eat, but I can no longer squeeze in the same room with you." Roger chuckled lightly.

"Oh, sorry, the tasks are indeed a little bit less, but if we go further, we should have more money."

The two of them packed their bags and were about to turn on their horses, but at this moment, there was a full of breath from far away~lightnovelpub.net~Master Demon Hunter! "

It was a man with thick curly hair and a majestic face, and he threw a ball of things casually as he spoke.

Snapped.

Geralt reached out to catch it, and there was a crisp metal rubbing sound inside.

"This is your money."

Roger also noticed at this time that there were two sturdy women behind the man.

They are tall and muscular, and only use bobcat skins to cover important parts. The weather at this time is not too hot, but the temperature does not seem to have any effect on them.

In addition, the sabers that they slung exudes a strong **** atmosphere, and the weapon was just stained with blood not long ago.

"This is the reward you deserve, and the greedy guy embezzled him."

"So you killed him?" Geralt squeezed the purse in his hand.

"No, no, but greed has a price."

"Okay." Geralt nodded with a smile, and then introduced himself and Roger to the strange man.

"I..." The strange man pointed to the faded coat of arms on his tunic, embroidered with three black birds, lined up in a golden field.

"I'm Bolch, and others call me the Three Jackdaws. They are my personal guards Tia and Via."

Jackdaw...Roger looked at the strange man with interest, and his gaze aroused his curiosity.

When he noticed Roger, Bolch's pupils, the so-called Three Jackdaws, shrank sharply and seemed to be greatly stimulated.

The guards around him noticed the master's alertness and held the handle of the knife nervously, but they didn't notice any abnormalities around them.

"Haha, it's nice to meet you, maybe I can have the honor to invite the two to have lunch together." Bolch sent out the invitation, and the light from the corner of his eye passed Roger.