The white-haired woman, her shawl, short hair was simply tied in a bun, and a few strands of hair on her forehead swayed as she deftly turned over and dismounted. Indeed, it is rare to see a human with such hair color, which suggests that she may have an unusual bloodline. Compared to Oran's silvery hair, her hair color might be called "milky white", like milk, rather than the pale of a late elder.

Oran was a little curious, it was the first time he had seen a human with such a similar hair color to him, and he couldn't help but look at this woman with great curiosity. Due to the lack of memory, Oran has never figured out his origin, or his bloodline and surname, so will this person have any connection to him?

The white-haired woman inserted her crossbow into a special leather holster on her waist, and the sharp sword in her hand was also in the scabbard on her back. The hilt of the sword is dark red, and it looks beautiful, and judging from the delicate ornamentation of the hilt, it is not a street product, and I am afraid that no bandit can be worthy of such a long sword.

"Me? A hunter, a monster hunter. People call us demon hunters, demon hunters. The white-haired woman looked at Orlan as well, as if trying to find something in him.

"Hunting monsters like this?" Orlan kicked the charred boar on the ground.

"No, it's just my dinner. What about you, I thought you were a witcher too, but I didn't smell the same kind from you. Your eyes remind me of an acquaintance. The woman stared at Oran, as if trying to see something in his red vertical pupils.

"Hunter? It so happened that I used to be a hunter too, until I was kicked in the knee by the woman next to me, ahem...... I mean, I used to hunt in the mountains, no matter how big or small, maybe not as professional as you witchers. Orlan looked at the woman's light leather armor, neat white shirt, and delicate high-heeled leather boots with little clay attached.

There was a nice smell on her body, a little close to the herbal smell of an alchemist, could this be the difference between a witcher and a hunter? Oran has a keen sense of smell and can smell from a distance.

"White-haired witcher? Maybe we can take your word for it. I've read your stories in books, and you've all studied alchemy, and I can smell celandine and spirits from you. Sorry for the introduction, we are travelers from Astra, I'm Yulia, an alchemist. This guy with a bit of a bad head is called Orlan, so you don't have to worry about him. ”

Whether it was Yulia, Oran, or the white-haired woman, they could feel that there was no animosity between them, and at least they could talk about the boar's ownership for now.

"Hey, are you arranging this chef like this? Be careful that I strike, it seems that this meal is not affordable, it cannot be made. ”

"Alright then, don't cook this meal, it's a good choice to eat wild boar raw tonight...... Ah, I'm sorry, but what should I call you? ”

The white-haired woman raised her eyebrows, since the other party was so calm, she couldn't hide it. In short, regardless of the real name and pseudonym, who knows.

"Ciri, Ciri of the Land of Twilight."

……

Orlan had a bitter face, and he chose to give in rather than eat raw meat. Obviously, he was shouting just now, "Cooking, it's impossible to do it today, he won't be able to do it even if he starves to death today." But after a protest in his stomach...... "Hehe, wild boar is so fragrant."

After consulting with the white-haired woman named Ciri, they decided to divide the boar together, and it is estimated that they will travel a long way together. Because their destinations are unexpectedly the same, even if there is no idea of a companion, I am afraid that there will be a lot of bumps in the future.

Although the most taboo thing about traveling far away is to have a relationship with strangers at will, after all, they are not people who know the roots, and they are not allowed to have any bad intentions in the other party's heart. But maybe both sides are masters of the arts, after all, it is very likely that the next step is to "look up and not see you down", it is better to walk together.

As for trusting each other completely, I'm afraid that people with such simple minds would have died at home a long time ago.

The road was uneventful, and both sides tacitly chose not to ask each other's purpose.

For Ciri, it can be said that she is a female version of Oran. Of course, it's the version of the night, and her cold and beautiful face has almost no superfluous expression, and she never says a word of nonsense. In the daytime, she could almost completely ignore Oran's chattering mouth, and barely saw any shadow of Orlan in her eyes.

Of course, perhaps because of her unusual family background, she still uses one or a few words to dispel Oran's questions.

It is not deliberately patient, but a kind of calmness and elegance from the heart, which can be seen that this is a person with strong self-control. A dedicated and patient witch who has been trained by unimaginable rigors for ordinary people.

Oran's broken mouth is inevitably suspected of probing into other people's details.

"Lady Ciri, your gray hair is so pretty, but not as good as mine. Are you born with gray hair? Will it be troublesome to clean, white and easy to stain, or silver forbidden dirty...... By the way, do you witchers all have gray hair? ”

"Not exactly."

"Lady Ciri, your red scabbard looks good, is it made from the skins of the Red Monster peculiar to Klaas Lake? And does she have a nice name? ”

"Nope."

"How about a sword called Ciri?"

……

But for now, it seems that she is relatively close to Yulia, although it may be because they are both women. One of the two women is as passionate as fire, the other is as cold as frost, one red and one white are rare beauties, and they match just right.

Of course, Oran's kind is not called enthusiastic, but sick.

However, in the evening, when Orlan became normal, Ciri did take a few more looks. After all, Oran's own beauty is not ...... Ahem, it's his coldness and composure that doesn't lose to her. How to say it, it's like meeting a person of the same kind. It was only then that Ciri discovered that Oran, a delicate-looking and useless-looking man, she couldn't see through it at all.

She smelled something similar to that of a hunter from Orlan's body, and a witcher's instincts were usually not wrong.

At this time, if outsiders don't look closely, they may still think that Oran and Ciri are relatives of the same blood, similar to brother and sister? After all, they are all dressed in tight leather armor, carrying long swords and crossbows, but the most important thing is not only the similarity of hair color, but the "low temperature" temperament.