After a few days of travel, the three of them finally saw the people, a small village. If you look at the map they brought from the north in Orlan, there is no such village. They were able to get to this place where they could rest for a while, thanks to Ciri, a local. The map in her hand was much more reliable.

The weather was getting colder, and they had to temporarily head south to this small country where the weather was mild, in order to bypass the Oran Mountains and get to Sollund. But it won't be long before the temperature drops faster as they move north. They needed to buy some fur cloaks to keep them warm.

Maybe it's because of the special physical fitness of the witcher, Ciri doesn't wear much, except for the cloak that protects against the cold and wind, probably all year round.

Icy drizzles are falling in the sky, and it is estimated that it will not be long before they turn into tiny snowflakes of ice crystals, even tonight.

"Whew! I can finally eat a hot soup with bread, and I'm tired of eating meat these days. Hopefully, the food in this tavern will be as good as the chowder made by Lady Andrea, and I'm starting to miss her a little, and I wonder if she's been doing well lately. Hopefully, Lillian will return to Odingenan as soon as possible to settle her, there are more and more undead now. ”

Orlan and Yulia sat side by side, opposite them was Ciri.

"She'll take care of herself, after all, she's taught me what I will, don't underestimate the alchemist." That being said, Yuria's face didn't have much lightheartedness.

"I'm really surprised why Lady Andrea, since she's an alchemist, has been running that tavern in the first place. And you ......" Before the night fell, Oran said whatever came to his mind.

"It's her choice, I don't like her to be in one place all the time...... The person she was waiting for never came, and maybe I was luckier than her. ”

Wood crackled in the fireplace in the tavern, and the warm air reminded the two strangers of the past. And Ciri, who had been silent, seemed to be interested, certainly not to Orlan and Yulia.

She looked at the group of people at the other end of the tavern, who were sitting around the table and laughing loudly, and there seemed to be square pieces of paper lined up on the table, and the two people sitting opposite each other had a stack in their hands.

Heary straightened her bags and picked out a stack of similarly shaped things from the leather pouches, and it was rare to see Ciri so keen on something? At least along the way. And what exactly piqued her interest now?

"Solitaire? Card? I didn't expect your interests to be so unique, I thought there was nothing in this world that interested you. What is this thing called, is it interesting? ”

"Gwent cards, just to make some extra money." It's rare for Ciri to utter a complete, emotional sentence.

"Poof...... What did you say? GWENT, wait, how do I seem to remember this is ......" Oran's mind churned, searching for more information about the word.

But few of them were vague and abnormal, and he only remembered a fat man, a fat man with a divine crown on his head. He is tall and dressed in a white robe, with a warm smile and a thin round frame. The robe he was wearing was even more gorgeous than that of the archbishop, his right hand was slightly raised to his chest, as if the Lord God was giving grace to him, his eyes were full of infinite pity, and his back shone with an aura of faith......

Then there are white letters on a green background, engraved with 20%, 50%, 75%, and 90% of the divine grace turned into a divine scroll, spreading from the sky to every corner of the earth. At that time, he grabbed one, and with great interest, he opened the door to that world with a divine scroll, and this world seemed to be called "Gwent Card 3".

No wonder it was so familiar, it seemed that everything must be connected, but it was a pity that he knew too little about the world at that time. It's a shame he didn't even understand how to play this kind of hand!

As the words were gone, Orlan shook his head and followed Ciri forward.

One of them lost, he lost to the other three silver coins, hiss...... What a gamble.

And the battle that belongs to Ciri has officially begun!

To be honest, Orlan didn't understand how they used this beautifully drawn card to play the Dubo match, as if it was a matter of comparing the size of the points, and whoever was bigger would win. But why are there some special cards that can have special effects? And these cards are divided into three rows: melee, ranged, and siege, and must be seated in pairs. There are also cards that control the "weather" that can put different units on the opposing side at a stalemate...... It's a bit of an interesting feeling.

This is a game that requires both parties to abide by the rules, and there is so much mystery between dozens of cards on a wooden table. They may even shout or sigh excitedly over a special effect that seems to be played by a card with great attributes...... Or rely on some kind of move combination or routine to win with a weak attack and a strong counterattack, and usher in the cheers and applause of everyone.

The tossing and turning of the cards on the top of the table, as if condensing a huge and magnificent battlefield in front of you, is of course a mastery, but not a trivial matter.

……

Ciri was so happy that he had already won a handful of silver coins, and this was the first time Orlan had noticed that Ciri was so happy.

But things often don't go as planned, and the brief laughter is interrupted by the rude sound of breaking down the door.

"Witcher, I heard that there are witchers here? Hey, the chick over there, and you kid, you're witchers, aren't you? The leader shouted a strong man, dressed in ordinary chain armor, leading several equally vicious-looking men to block the door.

The lively tavern suddenly quieted down, and the interested guys were already far away from these two "plague gods".

"I know that the witchers will be in trouble wherever they go, and I really regret playing cards with these witchers, and it is completely hopeless to get my silver coins back."

"But I've heard that the witchers are strong, and we might have a chance to win the money back."

"But she's just a woman, and the man who doesn't look good probably can't beat so many people on the other side!"

"Shut up, whoever talks more I'll screw his head off. We're only looking for trouble with the witchers, and the rest of the irrelevant ones can get out! ”

The people who could open the windows in just ten seconds fled, and there were only four people left in the entire tavern, Oran, Yulia, Ciri, and a shivering hotel owner hiding under a long table.

"I'm not a witcher, she's the one you're looking for." Oran's face did not blush, and his heart did not beat, and he replied to the words of this group of evil men. And Ciri didn't say anything about Orlan's behavior of betraying her teammates, because her long sword was ready to go.