"Haha!"

Lambert leaned back and laughed, "Geralt should have heard it, I bet it's the funniest joke I've heard in nearly twenty years!" ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and sniffed the wine glass in his hand, and then took a sip of it, as if trying to distinguish something.

"When this winter is over, I'll go back to the bar and ask the fat boss what he has added to the wine besides water."

"Just a few drinks to get a witcher drunk like this, and look what I heard, smashing the head of the forktail dragon with one punch?"

"Dear Eskar, have you never seen a fist, or have you never seen a fork-tailed dragon?"

"But thank you." As he spoke, he filled his glass again, then looked up and drank it all.

"Thank you Eskar, your jokes tonight are enough for me not to get bored all winter."

"Haha!"

At this time, Viselmere, who was sitting opposite Lambert, sat up slightly straight.

Unlike Lambert, who knew each of his disciples, Eskar was sincere and serious, and his solemn face at this time obviously did not mean to joke.

As for getting drunk?

"Can you tell us more about that?" Viselmir asked.

"No one can easily kill a fork-tailed dragon, even though it's just a big lizard, it's not a real dragon, not to mention us, even a powerful warlock...... You know, that thing's spell resistance isn't low. Lambert muttered.

Roger looked embarrassed.

To be honest, it was a complete accident when he met Eskar, and Roger didn't think much about it when it happened, but his state at this time was ......

Against that fork-tailed dragon, it was the result of his efforts to converge, otherwise it would not be the head of that thing that would be shattered, but the entire body.

If that were the case, Eskar would immediately think of Roger as some kind of terrible monster.

After brutal trials, the witchers do have physical qualities far beyond ordinary people, but what is strong is their tenacity and skilled fighting skills and knowledge of monsters.

And Roger's actions have seriously challenged their worldview.

"I only saw Roger swing his fist, without any trace of spell, pure hard hitting, and then the monster's skull was dented, and with a scream, it was completely dead."

Eskar replied.

At this time, the expressions of everyone in the field were different, Roger looked at his nose and nose, to be honest, he knew that his performance had exceeded everyone's understanding, and there was a vague idea in his heart that could barely cover up the past.

Eskar looked serious, everything was what he saw with his own eyes, not to mention that Roger also saved his life.

As for Lambert, he has a completely playful attitude, always with a smile on his face.

The strangest of all was Viselmir, his expression was solemn, and from time to time there was a flash of light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and at the same time he looked up from time to time to look closely at Roger.

"Roger, with all due respect, is all of this true that Eskar said?"

"No coincidences, no weird tricks?" There was a hint of anticipation in Viselmir's gaze.

"To be honest, I don't know...... After all, I can't remember anything about myself except my name. Roger tapped his head in anguish as he spoke.

"You say you're from the North?"

"Where exactly?"

Viselmir asked.

Roger was stunned for a moment, "Hmm...... I'm sorry, but I don't have any idea of the terrain of this world, and the place where I woke up wasn't a cave...... It seems to be after the collapse......"

Roger rubbed his forehead, his brow furrowed.

"Of course it can't be a cave...... I remember that not long ago, there were frequent earthquakes in the north, and the environment in many places changed dramatically, and sometimes when I woke up, the valley on the opposite side cracked, and what was buried in the mountains was exposed to the sun. ”

Viselmir whispered, apparently guessing something, but didn't continue to ask.

"Earthquake, because of this, the north is a mess now, I heard that many people have fled to the south." Lambert said casually, and was distracted.

"As a witcher, you can't do without a decent weapon." Lambert smiled and patted his chest, then said to Roger, "When we leave together next spring, I know a dwarven craftsman with good skills." ”

"I'll get you a good weapon then."

Although this guy has a bad mouth, he has a good heart.

Strangely, Viselmir, though curious, did not continue to ask, which made Roger have a lot less to say.

It was their first night in Kellmohan, and soon the conversation shifted to what they had seen and heard along the way.

The firewood was added and the wine was drunk until it was late in the night, and the people returned to their rooms.

Roger lay on the crunching wooden bed, slowly closing his eyes, sleeping soundly like an ordinary person.

The next day, after breakfast, Viselmir took the initiative to find Roger, and the two came to the training ground together.

"Is this our entertainment to pass the boring winter days?" Roger was a little confused.

"Nope." Viselmir shook his head, the cold and sternness inherent in the witcher was barely visible in this old fellow of unknown age.

Usually he is more like a generous elder.

But at this moment, clenching the weapon in his hand, a special edge emerged from Viselmir's body.

"I want to feel your true power, just like Eskar said."

"There's no need for that."

The tip of Roger's sword drooped.

"It's okay to have a fight, but it doesn't have to be so formal."

"It's necessary." Viselmir insisted.

"Because it could have to do with where you came from, and what memories you've lost."

Hearing this, Roger almost threw away the weapon in his hand, and he looked at Viselmir with a look of incredulity with his eyes wide open.

"My memory?"

I'm just making an excuse to make it seem like ...... now. Is everything real?

"Don't be surprised, I've only recently found some clues, and I've only had some guesses based on Escal's statement."

"If it were someone else, maybe it wouldn't have been."

Looking at Viselmere's expression, Roger was really worried about what strange identity he would arrange for himself, but he was more curious at this time.

"Who am I?" He pretended to be confused.

"I said it's just speculation, it's more about the performance of your strength."

"So I want to really feel ......"

Before Viselmir could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his neck, and then Roger's voice came to his ears.

"What do you want to feel?"

At this moment, Lambert, who was standing not far away, almost stared out of his socket, and he was very sure that Roger was standing ten meters away from Viselmir just a second ago.

Vesemir stiffened at the moment, but soon a great joy welled up in his heart.

"Yes, it must be so."

He took a few steps back and looked at Roger carefully.

"Have you ever heard the name Azuliel?"

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

Is this the rhythm of recognizing your father?

"Cosimo Malaspina?"

Roger looked confused.

Viselmir smiled and exhaled.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a good chance you're the first witcher in history!"

The corners of Roger's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt a little strong wind on the mountain.