"So, this operation is a private act of a few of you."

In the grove, Huck gets the answer he wants.

"You're following me so that I can help you eradicate the monsters, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman."

The witcher looked at the captive with a playful look on his face, and continued to ask:

"So what you said about the lord looking for a professional, is it true or false?"

Sauter, who was once arrogant and domineering, has completely lost his former spirit at this time, and has become a lost dog.

Lying on the ground and slowly crawling into the distance, he failed to escape, and sat on the ground dejectedly at the moment.

In addition to bleeding from his ears and nose, he could also see many scratches on his body, which were cut by the scattered ceramic shards when the alchemy bomb exploded.

The most serious injuries were on the face, covered in blood, red and swollen eyes, missing a few front teeth, and the voice sounded particularly strange because of the air leakage when speaking.

This can't be blamed on the witcher's ruthlessness, although the skilled Sauter was caught off guard, when he completely lost his eyesight, he was still extremely fierce and resisted wildly.

Huck had to be a little ruthless in order to keep him honest, but his injuries were nothing compared to his fellow people who were no longer breathing.

"What I said is true, let me go! I swore to the goddess Meritelli that I would not utter a word. ”

The rent collector, who had regained his sight, had already lost his heart when he saw the pile of corpses in front of him.

After seeing the other party's methods, Sauter now has no courage to resist at all, and his only thought is to save his life, and the farther away from this killing god, the better.

"I'm the lord's man, I'll get in trouble if you kill me, Witcher~"

Listening to the man's hoarse cry, Huck's face loosened a little, and his eyes hesitated.

Sauter, who is good at observing words and feelings, saw the subtle changes in the other party's expression, and a trace of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he felt that he was a small step closer to his life.

"So, there's one more thing, why do you have a silver sword in your hand?"

Looking at the silver sword with hemp rope wrapped around the hilt of the witcher's hand, the rent collector's face was panicked, and he still tried to quibble after trying to calm down.

"Because I had to deal with monsters, I brought a silver sword..."

"You're lying," Huck interrupted coldly, then kicked him to the ground, then pulled out a round badge with a silver chain.

Carrying the silver chain, he squatted down and shook the badge carved with the pattern of a bobcat on the ground in front of the eyes of the frightened man.

"Doesn't this thing sound familiar? I'll give you another chance, think clearly and then answer, where did all this stuff come from? ”

Looking at the badge that shook in front of him like a talisman, Sauter regretted it in his heart.

I should have known that I should have listened to the advice of Marin and the others, sold the silver sword and talisman, and lived happily for a few days.

Seeing the young witcher's increasingly impatient look, he didn't dare to hide it anymore.

"Master Demon Hunter, this has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me."

"Say!"

Huck coldly urged, and what he had made up according to the situation in front of him made his heart cold.

"It was a long time ago, when King Foltest was still alive.

One day, the son of a farmer in White Orchard goes missing, and Smith, the captain of the guard at the time, is ordered to lead people to arrest the demon hunters who are hunting monsters nearby. ”

Sauter swallowed his saliva, carefully looked at the witcher's expression, and saw that the other party's expression had not changed, before continuing:

"The soldiers poked him with their swords and tortured him, and the prisoners suddenly became angry and began to resist frantically.

The two soldiers were wounded in the confusion, and during the scuffle, a raged Smith blasted him in the head with a hammer. ”

"So is it the poor witcher who captured the boy?"

A sneer hung on the corner of Huck's mouth, and he had already foreseen the end, and he was furious at the moment.

He had hoped to hear another story, the story of a demon hunter who died fighting monsters, but it turned out to be the version he least wanted to hear.

A witcher who tries to protect the villagers is suspected without reason by the people he wants to protect, then treated with no dignity, and then killed without honor.

"No, it turned out later that it was the water ghost who captured the boy..."

Looking at the young witcher with a cloudy expression in front of him, the worried rent collector cautiously said the answer.

"You just said that the captain of the guard was on order, so who gave him the order?"

"It was the order of Baron Temeria, owner of the White Orchard and its surrounding lands, Lord Ignatius Verrires."

"Baron? Temeria is gone, and the baron is still calling you to collect the rent? ”

"This..."

Huck sneered a few times, anger running in his heart.

The status of the witcher in the folk has always been very low, and it belongs to the role of coming and going when called, and everyone can insult and spit at will.

When there is a monster threat, people think of professionals, but usually they want to spit on each other and then stomp a few hard.

This status quo is of course related to the bottomless behavior of the Cat Sect Demon Hunters, but it is more due to the deliberate planting, framing and slander of some malicious forces.

This world, like everywhere else, has a clear chain of contempt, and witchers belong to the bottom of the chain of contempt.

This kind of unprovoked contempt, the lower the class, the more obvious it appears, and the reason for this is probably related to ignorance, and the fearlessness of the ignorant is not just talking.

The king, nobles, and other upper echelons will show enough awe and due respect for power.

On the contrary, the people at the bottom lack the awe or fear they deserve, and they prefer to gain some kind of non-existent superiority by hurting the people at the bottom.

Even wandering beggars, when they walk past the mighty witcher, spit on the ground with a look of disgust.

While in the game, Huck didn't feel much of a sense of entertainment yet.

After coming to this real world, he deeply realized the deep malice of the whole world towards witchers.

Even like the white wolf, who can always drink with the king and marry a powerful sorceress, it can be said that the famous master witcher has to endure disgusted spittle and vicious swearing.

It's a very strange and weird thing, as if you don't insult the witcher and get ostracized by society.

And when doing these actions, everyone selectively forgets the fact that the insulted person is a powerful warrior.

What caused the current situation?

Is it the witcher's indisputability?

Or the witcher's bottomless concession, which finally makes people think that they are weak and can be bullied!

Like the fate of this innocent peer, how many witchers have died without dignity in reality?

The feline amulet in his hand shone brightly, and Huck seemed to see a blinding red light mixed in.

It was the color of blood that had been soaked in it and could never be washed away.

There are monsters, and there are witchers themselves.

Boom~

There was the sound of grass and trees being stirred.

It was the sound of a quietly slippery rent collector pulling away the thatch.

Raising his head at the panicked man who stumbled into the distance, the young witcher laughed.

Shout~

A crossbow bolt was nailed straight into the back of Sauter, who had already run more than ten meters, and the man let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.