"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

"What happened? Is it impassable here?"

The roadblock blocked the only bridge available for passage, and he yelled before he got close to Bolch.

"Do you have a pass? You can't pass if you don't." The guard yawned lazily.

"Pass, what's that?" Geralt looked puzzled, but the guard murmured casually, pointing away without looking back.

"Don't ask me, I'm only responsible for checking the documents."

Everyone followed his guidance and saw the leader mentioned by the guards and a tall and thin man standing beside him.

He looked groggy, stroking the lute carefully in his hand, and wearing a weird fuchsia hat decorated with silver buckles and a long egret feather.

When everyone was watching, the owner of the hat also happened to raise his head, revealing a pair of happy blue eyes.

"It's amazing, Geralt was able to meet you here. You don't happen to have a pass, do you?"

"Pass, what do I want that thing for? Dandrine, we are going to cross the river."

Roger watched this famous bard in the wizarding world. His ability to recite poetry may be commendable, but it is his lace news that is more talked about.

Compared to Geralt's dedication to the sorcerer, Dandrien's hobbies are much broader.

Age and race are not a problem, not even gender.

This guy has achieved a true all-ages and all-species killing. He is an out-and-out LSP, which reminds Roger of his friends in another world.

It can be regarded as Henrik's unlimited enhanced version.

But I have to say that Dandrien is indeed a handsome guy.

"You don't know yet. Haven't you seen Nie Damir, didn't you come to hunt the dragon?"

"Dragon, what dragon?" Bolch asked with interest.

Then he introduced himself, "I am Bolch, you can also call me the Three Jackdaws, and the two ladies next to me are my guards."

"And this..." At this point, he paused and pointed to Roger who was standing next to Geralt.

"It's Roger, who is known as the Dragon Rider. He is Geralt's companion." When he said this, there was obviously a lot of teasing in his tone.

Dandrien rolled his eyes and looked at Roger carefully, and then he stood out, "I'm Dandrien, uh... I'm called "brave and invincible",...most young ladies call me that."

This is obviously a title he didn't want to weaken his momentum and made up casually.

"Talk about the point."

Geralt interrupted Dandrien impatiently. He knew his friend. If he didn't control it, this guy could talk about the end of the world.

After Dandreen's introduction, everyone understood what happened.

A wounded dragon ran into a nearby mountain. This incident also involved the politics of Nedamil and the surrounding countries.

Therefore, the dragon represents not only wealth, but also an inevitable goal for Nie Damir, so he blocked the path, convened the population, and planned to hold a vigorous dragon slaying operation.

After all, before flying away, the green dragon was already injured, and it seemed that it would die at any time!

"This has nothing to do with us, we don't hunt dragons."

After understanding the cause and effect, Geralt planned to detour and leave here. Although it would waste a little time, it could at least avoid a lot of trouble.

Roger seemed to have no objection, but he didn't know when there was another figure beside him.

It was Dandrien.

"Are you also a demon hunter?" Dandrien has known Geralt for many years, and he has heard of many of Geralt's friends.

"New friend." Roger nodded.

"It's great. Your story will definitely stimulate my creative inspiration. I can't wait to listen."

Dandreen danced with exaggerated hands, "And your title, Dragon Rider, how did it come from?"

"You tame a dragon and make it your mount, or do you mean... this word has a deeper meaning."

Roger blinked, and I have to say that in some respects, Dandrine does have invincible judgment.

At this time, Bolch and the others seemed to have completed their negotiations. Roger saw the money bag and smiles on his face held up by the guard leader, but Geralt's face was haze on the opposite side.

Soon he came to Roger.

"Something happened, Roger, I'm afraid I can't continue to Povis, I want to stay and take a look, because..." Geralt stopped talking.

"Are you interested in dragons?" Bolch asked, and he apparently heard Geralt's words.

"No, it's not." Geralt said vaguely.

"I know why, what else in this world can make a man linger in dreams and desperately?" Dandrine said while stroking the lute in his hand.

"Oh..." Everyone smiled at each other.

It was Ye Naifah, Geralt must have heard from her.

"It's okay, we will separate when we reach the fork in the road." Roger didn't care.

"Aren't you interested in a dragon?" Bolki asked suspiciously.

Roger didn't speak, but gave the other person a meaningful look.

"Well, no matter what, at least let us go through here~lightnovelpub.net~ through the wooden bridge and everyone walked all the way, and soon came to a camp.

Sitting by the fire were several stout dwarves. One of them was extraordinarily strong and looked like an old oak tree that was more than a thousand years old.

Seeing Roger and the others from afar, he was the first to speak, "Come and sit down. Compared to the other guys who were sent to death, you all look a little bit different."

"The famous Geralt, what are you doing here? I remember dragon hunting is not your strong point."

Roger pursed his mouth and did not answer. He looked around, but he did not find the familiar figure beside the other fires.

But the smell of cloves and gooseberries in the air told him that she was here.

"Look at what I saw?"

"A strange demon hunter, this is really a strange place. Not only are there legendary dragons, but demon hunters also appear in pairs."

"If you want me to say that dealing with that big reptile is not your strong point, professional things should be left to professional people. We accept the commission, so we will never easily share the results of the battle with anyone."

Obviously he was worried that the appearance of Roger and others would dilute their profits.

"If you want to mix in, even if Nie Damir agrees, then at least you should cooperate with us..."

"Okay, Buholt." It was another dwarf who was talking, and he was the leader of this group, Alpen Zieglin.

"This is a wilderness. Maybe we will meet other monsters along the way. Then there will be a chance for the Demon Hunter to take action."

He seemed to be discouraging, but obviously he didn't want Roger and others to intervene in hunting dragons.

"Are you saying let us take orders from you?" Roger raised his eyebrows.

"This is the best way to avoid contradictions and bloodshed." Buholt barked his teeth, and the other dwarves also smiled fiercely.