Along the way, they didn't encounter any guards blocking them. The soldiers gathered in twos and threes, looking at the wooden castle worriedly. Zelin's ears vaguely heard them talking about the baron's temper and who would be unlucky in the end.

"...Can you go to Miss Tamara? Only she can calm the Baron down."

"...Who knows, no one knows where Miss went this afternoon."

"...It's terrible, if the lady is not there, who can calm down the Baron?"

Zelin looked at Tamara, who took a deep breath.

"Of course he calms down when he sees me, provided that he doesn't drink too much alcohol, otherwise I can only give him a few punches to quiet him, and he can't beat me."

"Really?" Zelin recalled the baron's size: "I think he can lift you up with one hand."

"How is it possible. Hurry up, I don't want to stay here for a second!"

The carriage stopped next to the abandoned house that was sold out at Crow Castle. There used to be a village and a stone mill. Later, the Nilfgaards came and lit a fire in the village, and then demolished the mill to avoid being used as a fortress by the villagers. As a result, those who were still alive also fled, or were captured by slave traps following the army.

The slave trade in the South has always flourished.

He helped Anna into the carriage, Tamara sat in front, and Zelin turned on his horse. Tamara threw off her whip.

"You lead the way, demon hunter, do you know how to go that way?"

"Yes, I know." Zelin nodded: "If it weren't for your commission, I should have reached the whispering swamp by now."

As he said, he threw off the reins, and the horses ran along the country road with a neigh, and the carriage followed closely behind.

By the early morning of the next day, the sun rose from the other end of the dry forest, shining light on the clearing of the whispering swamp. Compared with before, there are many more buildings here, and naturally more open spaces have been reclaimed. The rammed ground is covered with slate, and nearby believers often come here to help cut down dead trees, clear the mud pool, or pave the road. They all know that the ladies in the forest hate muddy roads and mud ponds, and they ask for rocks to replace dirt roads and squares.

The bumps along the way made Mrs. Anna fall asleep on the carriage, and Tamara's spirit was not very good. She said that she should find a place to change her clothes, so as not to be found or found by the baron's men. But Zelin told her that it was not necessary at all, and the baron couldn't control this swampland.

There was a thin white mist in the swamp in the early morning, and they rarely encountered monsters other than water ghosts along the way. The swamp witches seemed to know to stay away from here. After getting close to the swamp, Zelin immediately saw a figure walking out of the swamp's path, looking a little fuzzy in the white fog.

He frowned slightly

"Why is Qing here?" A figure in a white close-fitting robe walked out of the mist, and the corners of Gwendelin's exposed mouth slightly cocked: "Because my letter has arrived?"

The 2288th chapter Gwendelin's ambition

Zelin could see that the architectural style of Whispering Swamp was imitating Yanorlund. The floor was paved with white marble, and the square was cleaned up. Some neatly cut stone slabs were stacked next to the thatched temple, with a thin layer of dust falling on them, which had been stacked for some time.

"I received the message you gave me, but Hilly is not here?"

"She left for a few days. Before she left, a wild hunter arrived and was destroyed by me. But his body disappeared."

"It's projection, which is normal."

It's not surprising that Wild Hunt is still chasing Xili.

"Did Hilly say anything?"

"She said that Qing should have a way to help her solve the mystery of the curse."

"Curse? Wait, she went to me?" Zelin was a little surprised: "Just a few days ago."

"It's true." Gwendelin nodded: "She has been away for more than five days, and she must be close to the floating port."

"This is a coincidence." Zelin smiled bitterly. He had been so close to Xili before, and the latter might need help, but neither he nor Xili knew about it. Now he got news that Willen came to see Xili, but Xili went to Mahakam to look for him.

It's a pity that Geralt was in Kyle Morhan, just before the heavy snowfall, and he was still at Fjian accepting the dwarf's commission to clean the mine. The local dwarves invited him to stay for the winter, because in winter the dwarves have to deal with more monsters. The Mahakam dwarves who follow Elder Hogg are usually self-reliant, but the dwarves of Frogn obviously don't care about such things. Demon hunters can work in Frogn until the next spring. But Geralt refused. After defeating the Salamander Gang, he stayed in Vizima for the winter and did not return to Kyle Morhan. After his memory was restored, he couldn't wait to return to Kyle Morkhan to spend the winter, as he had done in the past few decades.

Otherwise, Hilly might still meet Geralt.

"If Qing is anxious, go quickly."

"No, don't worry, Xili should be seeking magical help. I can't help. Someone in the castle can help." Zelin moved his shoulders: "I want to know why the wild hunt has appeared again. . You said she had been to an elf laboratory in West Willen before?"

"About eight days ago." Gwendelin nodded: "But Qing doesn't have to go. Xili once said that there is nothing to use."

"That's it, but I still have to go. I'm very curious about what is there and what it looks like." Zelin stopped and stood right in front of the temple: "How does life feel here? Compared to Rodran. "

"It's not as far away as Rodland. The people are not people of flames, but if you give gifts, they are more pious." Gwendelin's fingers stroked the marble blocks stacked on the wall: "It's a pity that it's too weak to entrust a heavy responsibility. ."

"If you want to rebuild Janor Lund here, it will take unimaginable time." Zelin shrugged: "Humans need to rest, but it looks good here, at least when I came last time, there was only mud. Don't push them too hard, after all, they are not those silver knights, they are strong and tireless. They still have families and farmland to take care of."

"I understand, so these rocks were transported before the outbreak of the external war. The original plan was to repair the building before winter, but construction has not yet started." Gwendelin tilted her head slightly: "Who did Qing send it today?"

"I'm not easy to say." Zelin sighed. He told Gwendelin about the situation last night. Sometimes, it is difficult for anyone to judge whether something is right or wrong. He is not the party involved, so he doesn't want to say which party did the right thing first. "They may stay here for a while, maybe separated for a while, so that they can think about whether the previous decision is correct. Only after they are separated can they better reflect on it, so I sent them here. Compared with other places , You are very safe here."

Outside the farmer's hut, Mrs. Anna put on a linen dress, and took off her jewelry and necklace. Several children in the orphanage stared at her curiously and surrounded her.

"I remember her." Gwendelin turned her head back: "She once left a wish on the prayer stone. She didn't want the child in her belly and was willing to pay any price for it. This was not a rational request, and I did not respond."

"People can tell anything when they are angry." Zelin retracted his gaze. Tamara left here immediately after resting for an hour and went to other villages to inquire about the whereabouts of witch hunters: "Are there any people from the Eternal Fire church here recently? Did they come to ask for trouble?"

"I've heard about this a long time ago, how irritating!" Gwendelin snorted coldly: "Why do you have to say more to such ignorant people."

"They are not here to cause trouble." Zelin shook his hand. There is no doubt that Gwendelin could not understand this idea of ​​ordinary flame worship. A professor at Osenfurt said that eternal fire is essentially The primitive worship of flames is like a barbarian who likes to dance around flames. Of course, it didn’t take long for the professor to change his words. His previous remarks were purely deliberate rumors, and he used a paper on the eternal fire as the best person in the group of churches as a counterattack: "If you have no other problems here , I can visit my castle if I have a chance."

"If the black sect traitor interferes with Qing, I will go personally."

Zelin sighed softly when he heard Gwendelin's words. The relationship between him and Frid is incompatible, and even so long after the flame goes out, he still has a heart for it. However, considering the years that Gwendelin has lived, it may only be a few days ago when considered by human standards.

Gwendelin was wearing a robe, but Zelin knew that he had concealed his appearance with illusions. He is the master who casts illusions. It is said that when the power is strongest, he can even cover the entire Yanorrond with illusions. In the temple, Zelin saw the portraits painted by painters for him, Yoer Xika, and Felinor.

"Well, in that case..."

Suddenly, a man wearing a silk shirt ran out, dripping sweat on his forehead, and almost hit Zelin when he rushed out of the temple.

"Ah, sir, pay attention..." he muttered, taking two steps back. After noticing the person standing in front of him, he took a deep breath: "Oh, sorry, madam, I didn't notice you here. And...Master Demon Hunter? Are you here?"

Zellin discovered that he knew this man—Baron Wieserad, the former ruler of Willen.

"Fortunately meeting the Baron." Zelin stretched out his hand, shook Vesselard's hand, and shook it: "Although I didn't expect this meeting to be here."

"I am also honored to meet, Master." The baron took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead because of the anxiety, and then bowed to Gwendelin: "It's an honor to see you, ma'am."

Gwendelin nodded calmly, the seriousness exuding from her body made the Baron take a step back, as if standing beside him would pollute the spotless white robe.

"Why are you so nervous?" Zelin asked, "I don't think there will be trouble here, right?"

"Of course, Master, Madam’s territory is of course very safe, but..." Vesselard glanced at Gwendelin, seeing that the latter did not say anything, he continued: "My daughter Anna Bei disappeared this morning and I can't find her anywhere."

"She didn't want to serve me, so she left?" Gwendelin whispered.

Wieselard quickly waved his hand: "It's definitely not such a madam. It's her honor to work for you. But, my daughter, she has always been obsessed with a fisherman named Grahan in Oriden. I really don't know that fisherman. What's so good about the kid? She must have no good days to marry a fisherman. It is better to marry a wealthy businessman or aristocrat, at least they can guarantee her life. Young people nowadays always think that love is everything, I guess she It is possible to sneak to Oridun to find Graham."

"I remember that Oriden is not beside the island in the lake? You didn't fund the magician named Alexander before to conduct magic research. Why don't you tell him and ask him to pay attention to Oriden on the other side." I still remember that when he went to Willen to deal with wild hunting three years ago, he passed by the tower in the lake and dealt with the warlock Alexander inside. The latter was born in Ben Ader College and is an expert on viruses. Kind of infectious disease.