"The living dead?" Elite asked casually, but he didn't think that someone would actually stand up: "Isn't it a terrible illness in the area of Buck Village a while ago, I remember dealing with it." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"If 'take away the living dead and destroy them, and tell the rest of the villagers to split their heads and burn them if they encounter them again', it is indeed dealt with. The witcher girl said unceremoniously: "But I don't know its origin, transmission method, and treatment method, etc., if every time I encounter a disease, I am afraid that Your Majesty's people will never increase." ”

Elite III's face sank, and he turned his head and asked the female mage beside him, "What's the matter, didn't I leave this matter to you?" ”

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, it's obvious that the people below are lazy, I'll deal with it seriously. ”

Ciri, of course, did not give up, and told all the clues and signs she had investigated, her personal speculations, and the treatment that Dr. Mitherel had begun to try, and the king listened patiently with a serious expression, and nodded: "Give me an order that the peasants in that area of Buck Village are not allowed to go barefoot when they go to the fields, and that every household is given a pair of sturdy shoes every month." ”

"But Your Majesty, it requires a large budget......

"Is Anteli so poor now!" the king slapped the table on his face, and for a moment he really showed a trace of the majesty of a ruler: "Out of my coffers, and let the person in charge of this matter investigate it for me as soon as possible, and find out how to deal with it effectively!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

......

It was not a festive occasion to be too frustrated, and whatever the final outcome, at least the king's statement pleased Ciri, and she saluted Elite III and returned to the other winners.

"Very well, I am glad that Sir Leanon was already concerned about my people before he was canonized. The king's face turned pale, and he praised Ciri with satisfaction, "All new knights, follow her example." ”

The king asked the others if they had anything else to say, and when there was no reply, he motioned for the dinner to begin. A large group of teenagers spread out and sat down on the tables on both sides of the hall, and squeezed together with the people they knew to start eating. A whole cow that had been roasted for half an afternoon, with the oven and the rack, was carried to the middle of the hall, and the cook diligently applied the seasoning to it, and the smell of meat and spices soon filled the room, and Rhodes and Ciri sat together, and the attendants quickly piled the table before them with all kinds of food.

It was also a dinner party hosted by a king, and this one was much more casual and extravagant than the one after Rod's graduation ceremony. Coupled with the fact that he wasn't bored at all with interesting people, Rhodes chatted happily with Ciary and began to plan to do something after leaving Sardenberg. Ciri wanted to go back and see what happened to the King's men about the case of the living dead, but the Dieter caravan had no intention of turning back, so they had to change the subject and start discussing how the prize money from the tournament should be spent.

Aside from Dieter's symbolic security salary, this money was really the first pot of gold that Rhodes earned himself, and he had to admit that spending the money he earned did feel different from what his parents gave him - if nothing else, at least he didn't have to worry about when Pauli would be cold and sarcastic.

King Elite was a real soldier who led the soldiers, and the various dishes and food he hosted at the dinner were not exquisite and luxurious at all, and the speed and rhythm of the service were also unrestrained. On the whole, it was quite fresh for Rod, who had attended several imperial court banquets. It's not amazing, but it's a great diversity of specialties: fried insects, well-cooked snails, and a lot of vegetable salads that look like weeds and taste very sweet and refreshing......

The musicians played their instruments and sang a little song, and the song floated through the hall. The little fox cautiously poked his head out of his waist bag, and couldn't help but taste the food on Rod's plate one by one. The waiter kept pouring wine, and the sweet drinks never stopped, although the alcohol content was not high, but after the amount was enough, it was enough to make the young men and women blush.

In fact, Rhodes felt that he could revel in the merrily atmosphere of the night without having to drink much, and seeing Ciri laugh at his words again, the boy suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart - could this be the feeling of being in love?

He had already slept with two members of the opposite sex, and being with Catherine was only an accident of intimacy and carnal desire plus the effects of alcohol, and he was half intimidating and half coercive to get what he wanted, and there was no love for each other at all...... It was only with Ciri that he constantly experienced the feeling of being tugged at in his heart.

He admits that at first, he only had an initial liking for Ciri because of the strange appearance he had heard about from his father because of the strange appearance method that he had heard about her, but as they got along for a longer time, the relationship became closer and closer, and he found that the two were still similar in outlook, and the unpretentious straightforward temper of the girl witcher deeply attracted him, although he did not meet the condition of "gentle and beautiful like his mother", he was very sure that he really liked Ciri.

Elite III was such a loud voice that even if he didn't pay attention, the sound of him laughing or giving orders still came to Rhodes' ears clearly. So far, except for Rhodes's nervousness when he approached and whispered a word just now, the boy didn't see that this fat king who was neat and straightforward had the slightest homosexual tendencies, or maybe he didn't fancy himself?

Putting this thought behind him, he stole another glance at Ciri, and couldn't stand the fact that they were just ordinary friends.

The conversation between the two interrupted his thoughts.

"Sir Rowick, take the liberty of interrupting you, and it won't bother you. A soft female voice rang out, and Lady Sasha walked up to their table and sat down across from them, while the princess followed her.

In fact, it's in the way, it's just that I'm a guest on someone else's territory, and I can't mind. Ciri quickly put away his smile, and Rod greeted the princess and the chief mage politely.

Sasha, like all his peers, boldly wore an almost translucent cut-out gown, mature and beautiful, smiling like a flower, and couldn't guess his age at all. And Princess Elaine is more than two years younger than Rod, with delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes, tender skin and red in the red, but she can be regarded as delicate and lovely. The latter also had a flower pinned to her chest, and it was the one that Rhodes had given her in the morning. She stared at Rhodes with burning eyes, even in front of everyone, and did not hide her admiration, much to the annoyance of both Tully Jr. and Ciri.

"The day before yesterday, I watched the match between the two, whether it was the swordsmanship of Lady Cilia or the double cultivation of fighting spirit and magic of Sir Rolick, they all left a deep impression on me, I don't know where the two are taught?"

"A place you've certainly never heard of, the Witcher Academy in Kylemohan. ”

Both Lady Sasha and the princess are interested in the word witcher and the academy that is actually in another world, and Ciri has to force a few explanations to satisfy their curiosity.

"Well, I'm the same as Ciri, I'm his brother. Rod casually talked nonsense with the white eyes of his companions, his identity was fake, and his origin naturally couldn't be talked about. "The master asked us to go down the mountain to experience our long skills. ”

"So you're just brothers and sisters. Princess Elaine breathed a sigh of relief unabashedly, and asked curiously, "I have not heard of it, but where is this academy?" I would like to be as nimble and clever as the Lady of Lyonnon." ”

Ciri stared at Rhodes without saying a word, seeing how he made it up this time, and the latter hesitated awkwardly for a moment: "Uh...... Kellmohan is to the north, at the junction of the kingdom of Aga and no man's land, and it is not marked on the map, and it cannot be found without anyone taking it. ”

"Would Sir Rowick take me there, or take the time to teach me swordsmanship?" the princess looked at Rhodes expectantly, and the boy looked unexpectedly at the son of Duke Tully not far away, who was staring at him with angry eyes.

Raising his head defiantly towards Little Tully, Rhodes turned around and reluctantly apologized to the princess: "I'm sorry Your Royal Highness, but my junior sister and I are traveling around the continent, and the caravan we are following will leave soon, so I'm afraid we don't have much time." ”

"Then these two days, hurry up!"

Rod's head was suddenly big, and he only took the initiative to show favor to the princess just to be angry with the little Tully, and now he was cocooned and self-bound, what should this little girl do if she wants to entangle herself?

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Rhodes was dealing with two women, one large and one small, while Donnie, the squire not far away, was anxious.

He was a chamberlain at the banquet, the illegitimate son of a minor nobleman of Antelli, who was sent to the palace to serve the king at an early age. However, when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he accidentally got into bad habits when he made friends, and he put the handle in the hands of others, and he has been coerced and lured to do a lot of bad things in the past few years. And today, a new order shocks his body: poison and kill the new knight Rorick Hart!

Nobleman, he sees it every day, it's not uncommon, but killing one, this is something he never thought about. When the man first asked him to eavesdrop on the king's conversation with his ministers, he could never have imagined that one day he would be forced to do such a great thing.

Over the years, the man had coldly and skillfully directed him step by step into the abyss, and Donnie's courage and rebelliousness had long been tempered by the means of a big stick and a turnip, and he could no longer have the idea of turning back, and could only complete all the instructions received without resistance like a marionette. Although the person who ordered the order promised that everything would be written off, Donnie knew that even if the other party regretted it, there was nothing he could do, there was no turning point in his life, and he no longer believed in miracles.

There were a lot of outsiders at tonight's banquet, and as a member of the servants, it was easy for him to quietly poison him, but the damn mastermind behind the scenes also added a request that he must not be injured by mistake, which was more troublesome...... The atmosphere of the dinner is lively, with people constantly walking around and talking to each other, and a plate of delicious food is often shared by many people. Although the poisoned target sat in his place and did not move, his female companion chatted happily with him while eating all the dishes on the table irregularly, and Downey could only wait for his chance.

Waiting for the opportunity did not appear, but the chief court mage, Lady Sasha, and Her Royal Highness the princess also came over, and there was no way to do it.

While he tried his best to keep the food served normally, he thought quickly: this can't go on like this, and he has to think of another way. He had thought of exchanging jobs with the chef's apprentice who had cut and roasted whole beef in the middle of the hall, and poisoned the cut meat for Sir Rowick, but it was not safe that the cut beef might be intercepted and eaten by the other nobles, or it might be divided equally when it reached the master's hands—it was entirely possible to see Royric's intimacy with the girl with the scar on her face.

Come to think of it, only the wine glasses will not be shared.

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