"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

On the wine table in the tavern, the three of them pushed their cups and exchanged them, and the two Zerekan people, Dia and Wea, leaned together, talking in a low voice.

It's just that occasionally the gaze will pass through the faces of Roger and Geralt.

"They like you!"

Bolch smiled presumptuously. The two girls were slender and their appearance was not that exquisite beauty, on the contrary, they had a lot of wild taste.

In addition, they have a passionate personality and are extraordinarily bold, and their hot gaze makes no secret of their intentions.

"A group of poor guys were harassed by petrified lizards, and the city officials raised funds to issue tasks. I think they poorly took the initiative to help." He said Bolch stretched out five fingers.

"I paid fifty, but that greedy guy swallowed your hard-earned money, so I cut off his **** as punishment."

"I'm very curious about Geralt, you should be able to see that the guy lied, and more importantly, the price that has been negotiated should not be turned back halfway."

"This is part of the contract, and it's worthy of your hard work."

Geralt sipped the wine in the glass, "I have encountered too many similar things... One time after I performed a commissioned task, the other party swallowed half of the price."

"I was injured in that battle. The money he gave was not to be used to replenish the medicine. Even the maintenance cost was not enough. So I beat him badly and took back the money that belonged to me."

I drank some wine in the tavern and made some simple dressings for myself, but before I left, the outside of the tavern was surrounded by enthusiastic villagers.

"The **** said that I beat him and extorted double the money. He encouraged the emotions of the villagers, but he hid behind his shoulders."

"Oh, those distorted faces and pitchforks shining with cold light, I will never forget them."

"What happened later?" Bolch asked.

"You drove away the mob and taught that guy a severe lesson?"

"No." Geralt gave a wry smile.

"I ran down the chimney while they didn't come in. Although I can easily defeat everyone, they are too crowded and I can't guarantee that accidents won't happen."

"And doing so will make our already difficult situation worse."

Geralt didn't have any sadness or anger on his face when he said these words, he seemed to be used to this kind of life.

"Similar things happen from time to time. My companions were attacked by their clients even after completing their tasks, just because they wanted to save the desperate money given to us!"

"No demon hunter died on the bed, but the peasant's pitchfork is even more sad."

Geralt sighed. Hearing this sentence, Roger silently drank the water mixed with wine. Poor White Wolf, I'm afraid you still don't know your future destiny.

"If it were me, I would kill them all!" Wei Ya two said viciously, Geralt just smiled, and did not answer.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these annoying things anymore. I am glad to meet two friends, Geralt of Livia, your name is well known." Bolch said as he raised his glass. Xiang Roger.

"As for the other one, I'm sorry this master, I haven't heard your name."

"This is normal, only a few people know my name." Roger showed a mysterious smile.

"Name? Let's hear it?" Bolch asked with interest.

"Some people call me a dragon rider, um...or a dragon knight."

"Have you killed a dragon?" Bolqi narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to become tense.

"No, listen clearly, is it riding or killing!"

Roger smiled.

"Have you tamed it?" Bolch looked weird.

"Well, the details are very complicated, it's hard to tell, but it's not it, it's her."

"A beautiful golden dragon." Roger added.

"That's impossible! Golden Dragon is just a legend, it doesn't exist." Geralt retorted, but soon he thought of Roger's identity and his expression became hesitant.

But he didn't notice that when Roger said these words, Bolch's expression was even stranger than him.

"You actually call a dragon her."

"Of course, she has her own name."

"What is it?" Bolch squeezed the edge of the table tightly.

"That name is very long, I usually call her Ophelia."

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the wine glass in Bolqi's hand suddenly shattered. He was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed, "Damn it, I can stand the water in the wine, but is this glass a fake?"

Bolch's joke quickly diverted everyone's attention, and then he and Geralt discussed the types and distribution of dragons.

Especially pay attention to Geralt's adventure career.

"Come and have some fun again!" Bolch shouted loudly, "Let's have a carnival, Demon Hunter!"

"Hey, boss, come here!" The boss walked quickly and wiped his hands with his apron.

"Do you have that kind of big pot, or something similar, that can take a few people?"

"In addition, I also want to know where to find a beautiful young girl~lightnovelpub.net~ while speaking, his eyes fell on the two female fighters.

"After all, there are only two of them, but we are three. Although this is very interesting, I don't want to be broken by the demon hunter for a while because of a woman's dispute."

"So we should at least average it."

The tavern owner rubbed his hands vigorously, greedily glanced over the two of Via.

"Enough, enough." He didn't know what thoughts flashed in his mind when he was speaking.

Maybe you are doing addition and subtraction of two and three?

"That's enough for at least six people...to use together." He pretended to be embarrassed, but soon he saw Bolch's bulging purse.

"This is for you." The boss licked his lips and agreed.

"Excellent, send someone to my room, remember to fill it with hot water, yes, there is wine!"

The two Zerikan girls laughed and blinked at Roger and the other two.

"Which one do you prefer?" Bolch asked.

Facing this question, Roger suddenly remembered the classic answer.

Children only make choices, adults, cough...

Then he smiled, and said: "Leave this choice to you, I won't participate."

After speaking, he stood up straight.

Bolch narrowed his eyes slightly. "What about you, Geralt."

Geralt scratched his head, his eyes swept, as if thinking about this question.

"I know it's difficult." Bolch smiled tacitly.

"It just so happens that we have enough time to make a decision in the tub."

"Come on, girls!"

"As for you, Mr. Roger, you can join us at any time."

"I want to be alone." Roger shrugged and refused.