Ogilde stared at the ruins: "It's terrible, Daddy Viselmere, after the fire demon is freed, the whole of Kyrmohan doesn't know how much will be left. ”

"Don't worry, I've already moved the valuable items out - even if Kylemohan is destroyed, we can rebuild it quickly. ”

Ogild asked, "When will this fire demon get out of trouble?" I would rather this day come quickly than be scared every day. ”

Viselmir was a little uncertain: "It's not tomorrow, it's the day after tomorrow." ”

A witcher, who also wore a wolf's head badge and chainmail, laughed and said, "Daddy, that's what you said yesterday. ”

Viselmir laughed and scolded, "So you want to go down and urge that brute to come out quickly?" Levi, go and open the hall door. ”

The witches entered the castle hall, which was very dark, with marble tiles on the floor, no chandeliers, and only a few braziers emitting a faint glow.

The long bar table was filled with wine and food, and it seemed that the witcher was about to start eating.

Ogilde was pleasantly surprised, "Looks like we're back just in time, Daddy Viselmere, we haven't eaten much in the last few days." ”

Even in the middle sequence, witchers still need to eat, but their ability to endure hunger is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Viselmir smiled: "Let's eat with an open belly, last night I went up the mountain with Levi to set up a few traps, and today I saw it, but it was quite fruitful." ”

The witchers sat down.

Viselmir stood up with his glass in his hand and said, "Young men, let us raise our glasses and welcome our new companions. ”

Leon also raised his glass and drank the translucent liquid inside, and the cold wine fell into his stomach, as if it had directly turned into hot lava, and a hot breath rose.

Li Ang's brows furrowed slightly: "This wine?"

Cohen, who was sitting on the side, explained: "This wine is called Bai Haiwei, the secret legend of the witcher's one-horn, but it is actually an alchemical product, living in Kyle Mohan, and it can't be done without it. ”

He asked, "How do you feel, can you afford to eat?"

Li Angha let out a white breath: "Of course." ”

Viselmir raised his glass again, "Next, let's pay homage to a guest who has come from afar, his name is Leon, a great witcher who specializes in frost-based spells and has captured the sword in the stone, he is a close friend of Innelli, who has come to help us." ”

"To Leon!"

The witcher shouted loudly, and Leon suddenly felt a sense of flattered panic.

He hurriedly raised his glass and nodded to everyone: "Thank you." ”

Cohen stood up, and he raised his glass, "I'm going to toast Kyle Mohan for the next one, and though I've forgotten the last time I was back, when I stepped inside, I remembered the time I spent here—it wasn't just a dilapidated fortress for us." ”

"That's right!"

The witchers responded.

"To Kyle Mohan!"

Ogilde stood up with his glass in his hand: "Guys, this cup is here, to Daddy Viselmir, this old guy is bigger than all of us, he has dedicated his life to Kylemohan, and he is guarding Kylemohan, this place where people hurt when they shit, this place where people sore when they shit, is my home." ”

"Haha, Ogild, you speak my mind. ”

"To Daddy Viselmere!"

The atmosphere was in full swing.

A glass of wine can quickly get drunk on the liquor of an adult strong man, and this group of people actually uses it as water to drink.

Ogilde approached Leon and asked, "How is it, can you still eat?"

"Of course. ”

"Would you like something more exciting?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows: "Even if it falls, I don't believe that I can be poured down by you." ”

Ogilde took a bottle of wine with a black logo from the table and filled it for Leon—it was, as its name suggested, a dark red with a rusty hue.

Li Ang leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and a rich aroma of wine suddenly came to his face.

Ogilde explained: "This is the Iron Glove, which is beyond the scope of ordinary alchemy products, and can barely be regarded as a low-grade magic potion, compared to it, Bai Haiwei is simply a girl's drink." ”

Bang –

A wine glass slammed into Ogilde's head.

Isha said coldly: "Do you dare to compare with this girl in your mouth whose amount of alcohol is better?"

"Okay!"

The witcher burst into a heckle.

The dim light, swaying from time to time with a breeze, reflected the faces of the witchers sitting around the table, and the weather was uncertain.

Li Ang looked at these colleagues who met for the first time, in fact, their appearance and temperament are very different, and there is only one thing in common, that is, their faces, bare arms, necks, and more or less have scars.

Even the appearance is completely ruined, and there are two characters who are ugly and look like hellish devils.

This is actually quite normal, for ordinary people, the mortal injury is only a moderate injury for the witcher, and in terms of their long lifespan, I don't know how much they will experience.

Moreover, witchers often engage in hand-to-hand combat with monsters, and it is really an incredible thing to want to leave no scars.

In fact, if Leon hadn't drunk the "Flame Salamander Potion" and had Count Dracula's, he would have only been a witcher for a year, and he would definitely not have lost the scars on his body.

A middle-aged man with a wine glass and a pale vampire looked like he walked towards Leon.

He raised his glass and smiled, "Leon, Ishtar told me about your return of Ratches's relics, and thanked you for your selflessness and generosity. ”

"It's a gesture. ”

Leon looked at the "pit viper" badge on his chest and clinked glasses with him.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I'm Rachels' teacher, you can just call me Alexander. ”

"It's an honor to meet you. ”

Leon nodded to him, but his heart was filled with turmoil—in Ratches's last words, he wanted the discoverer to give the note to his teacher.

Does this mean that Alexander is also an "evil spirit hunter", or rather an insider of "ghost hunter" research?

He didn't know for sure, but just memorized Alexander's face.

Next, there was a steady stream of people looking for a toast from Leon, thanks to Ogild's praise for his experience of capturing the Sword in the Stone.

He even felt that this was a better place to be a bard than a witcher.

But it's usually just a greeting or two, and no one will be entangled.

In the end, the face is raw, and the personality of the witcher is often not cheerful and talkative, so soon, Leon is reduced to sitting alone in the corner.

But he's also happy to enjoy his leisure, he doesn't

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