On a night on the western coast of the human empire of Farrell on the continent of Europe in June 1399, under the dark cloudy sky, the cold sea breeze of Darcy roared onto land, bringing news of an impending storm.

Wearing a brown cloak, Rog walked down the country road, his face drooping from the brim of his hat, only the dense stubble was faintly visible, and his burly body carried a long sword, and the sword body shone with a faint silver light.

"We're in the fishing village, Lilith, what would you like to eat in a moment?" he asked the little black owl lying on a brown wide-brimmed hat in a soft tone.

"The roast turkey you promised me last month has not been fulfilled until now, huh!" replied angrily to the little furball the size of a slap on his hat.

Rogge couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and was just about to answer, when there was a sudden "whoosh" sound from the grass beside the road, and a silver arrow flashed in front of him and nailed it to a tree beside the road.

Rogge looked back sharply, and with the second arrow in his ears, a shining silver arrow was firmly held between his fingers.

He threw the arrow in his hand, and there was a "ding" in mid-air, and the third arrow was hit by the silver arrow he threw down into the grass, and Rogge ducked at the same time, and the fourth arrow flew against his hat, almost hitting the bird on his hat.

"Who's who? Stop!" Rogge, who had dodged four arrows in succession, strode into the woodland beside the road, and saw a man in a blue cloak fleeing in the direction of the fishing village.

"Judging by the figure, it should be a girl, I wonder which little girl would be interested in me as a wanted criminal?"

Rogge hurried forward to catch up, and gradually caught up with the woman, who was chased by Rogge in a panic and plunged into the alley of the fishing village.

Rog quickly entered the fishing village, looked around to search for the woman's traces, suddenly heard an exclamation, Rogge quickly turned and followed the sound to the place where the scream was made, and found that the woman had been pushed to the ground by a group of villagers, and a priest was directing the villagers to tie her up.

Seeing the figure of the priest, Rogge alertly retreated into the shadows of the hut, and he saw several dead black cats piled up in the clearing, as well as a tripline prepared in advance.

"You damned witch, see where you're running this time, escort her to the square!" the priest's shout came to Rog's ears, and the woman's voice followed, "No, I'm not a witch, you're mistaken!"

"These stupid priests who will only do you a favor!" Rogge sneered, and quietly followed the crowd towards the village center square.

The group soon arrived in the square, where the priest instructed the villagers to tie the woman to a pillar full of firewood, and the surrounding area was crowded with villagers who had heard the news, and Rogge covered his face with a black veil and quietly blended into the crowd.

"I'm really not a witch, I'm just passing through here!" the girl tied to the pyre, with old clothes but a beautiful face, long blond hair tied into a ponytail, dark eyes flashing with excitement and unease, thin little hands clenched into fists, loudly defended to the priest.

"Don't quibble, there's been a lot of weird going on in the village lately, so I set a trap and used the black cat's corpse as a bait witch to appear, and you were hooked right away!" shouted the priest, holding a flaming torch and pointing at the girl.

"You're mistaken, it's really just an accident!" the woman pleaded bitterly.

"You can't fool me! His Majesty the Holy Emperor has already made it clear to the whole country that the black cat is the spirit of the witch, and any woman who has anything to do with the black cat will be treated as a witch, and you are obviously attracted by the corpse of the black cat, and you want to use your evil witchcraft to return them to your dark slave!"

The priest's rebuke enraged the surrounding villagers, who waved their fists and shouted in unison, "Burn her, the witch must die!"

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, the priest gave the girl a cold look, waved his hand and threw the torch at the pyre, and the flames rose into the air and pounced on the girl on the pyre.

"No, don't!" the girl's cry of terror was instantly drowned out by the crackling of flames, and Rogge in the crowd whispered to the little owl when he saw this, "Lilith, we have to save her, and I still have a grudge with her!"

Lilith heard the words and took off to the girl in the flames, her eyes shot two red lights, and the girl was turned into a palm-sized hamster in the red light, and the little owl fell from the sky and grabbed the hamster and flew straight into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, it flew away without a trace.

"What? That's ...... Owl!" The priest looked at the direction in which the little owl disappeared in astonishment, and said in annoyance: "It's too careless, the owl is the witch's favorite accomplice, I should have been wary of her using this trick to escape!"

In the midst of the tumultuous crowd, Rogge glanced mockingly at the fiery priest, smiled and squeezed his way through the crowd towards the towering coastal cliffs northwest of the fishing village, stopping in front of an abandoned lighthouse.

He ascended the spiral staircase to the top of the tower, and saw a girl of seven or eight years old, dressed in a black feather coat and wearing bright red shoes, standing at the edge of the platform with a wary expression.

"Is that stupid priest still satisfied with my performance?" asked Rogge with a playful smile on her slightly curled cherry lips.

"He's satisfied, Lilith, at least that's what I think!" Rogge smiled and took off his veil, took a cigar from his body and lit it, walked over to the girl standing on the edge of the platform with a hostile look in his eyes, and said, "Hi dear, what's your name?"

"Catherine......" The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and replied softly.

"A typical Itali name, a trainee killer of the Duchy of Italy, why would he attack me in the night?" asked Rogge, curious.

"Because you're the Empire's most wanted criminal, 'Lone Wolf' Rogge. In ten years, you have killed dozens of nobles in the three dependent principalities of the empire, and the Holy Council of the Imperial Capital has offered you a reward of 2,000 gold coins for your life, whether you live or die. Catherine replied.

"No wonder you poison the tip of an arrow, but you're still too tender to have done an assassination mission yourself, otherwise you wouldn't have missed the target with the first arrow. Rogge said as he took a silver arrow from his body, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, and dropped it at Catherine's feet.

Catherine glanced down at the arrow, blushed in embarrassment, and heard Rogge continue: "There are a lot of rumors about me from the outside world, some people say that I am a man-eating wolf, others say that I am a vampire killer, and more people know that Rogge the Witcher is a trouble that cannot be messed with, so, what gives you the courage to hunt down an old hunter?"

"Because only if I catch you can I get that big bounty. Catherine pondered for a moment, then raised her head and replied, "With that money, I will be able to buy back Merlin's crossbow!"

"Merlin's Crossbow?" Roglan's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he asked, "What do you want Merlin's Crossbow for? It's a weapon for killing werewolves, and only witchers who specialize in killing werewolves use it!"

"That's right, I'm going to kill the white werewolf who killed my father and avenge my father!" Catherine looked at Rogge through gritted teeth, and her eyes seemed to erupt with fire.

"Kill your father's ...... White werewolf?" The corners of Rogge's mouth twitched nervously, and the cigar in his mouth fell off unconsciously, and a spark shattered on the ground.

"That's right," Catherine said in surprise at Rogge's strange expression, "yes, fifteen years ago, it killed my father, who was dependent on me, at the edge of the forest southeast of Italy, and I still remember its hideous appearance!"

"Fifteen years, so long, and you still can't let go of that hatred?" Rogge asked meaningfully as he picked up the fallen cigar from the ground and slowly put it between his lips.

"Of course not! After my father died, I became an orphan at the age of four, my aunt abused me, sent me to an orphanage where I was bullied, and finally ended up on the streets as a beggar and a thief, and if Master hadn't taken me in, I would have starved to death!" Catherine shouted at Rogge with emotion.

Rogge smoked his cigarette silently, and after hearing the girl's short silence, he continued: "Originally, I wanted to find that werewolf to take revenge after I finished my studies, but I didn't expect that the master also died unexpectedly, I lost my last support, and I couldn't even support myself, I had to fight to the death and try my luck from you!"

"Obviously, you're not looking for the wrong person...... Rogge nodded meaningfully, snuffed out the cigar in his mouth, reached out and took out a silver handcuff from his waist, raised his gun and aimed it at Catherine, and said, "What I do best is help people relieve their pain......"