After talking about things and handing over the money, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became relaxed.

Huck was going to leave right away, but he couldn't stand Frank's hospitality, so he decided to stay for dinner before leaving.

The young witcher was actually a little curious, he didn't understand why the village had such a good attitude towards the witchers.

It's a world away from other places, even villages just a few miles away.

Huck, who was interested in understanding the reason, naturally mentioned this point in the casual conversation.

Frank laughed when he heard this.

He didn't answer immediately, but picked up a pipe from the wooden table next to him.

Symbolically, after knowing that the witcher didn't smoke, he lit a cigarette cake of unknown material on his own.

He took a deep breath, then was satisfied, and exhaled a puff of smoke in comfort.

The gray smoke drifted away, floating upward, gradually dissipating, and the faint smell of smoke filled the room.

The minty smoke doesn't smell choking, but rather a little refreshing.

Seeing Huck's gaze fall curiously on the pipe, Frank immediately explained:

"This is a cigarette cake made by drying and crushing parsley leaves, making powder, and then adding some allspice powder, which can be used to refresh the mind, and the effect is very good."

The witcher nodded, thinking to himself that this old fellow would be able to enjoy it.

"You just asked why we have the same attitude as everyone else?"

Frank put down his pipe and said with a look of reminiscence, "We used to actually have the same opinion as everyone else, thinking that you are all and that is not normal. ”

After pondering for a long time, the elder found an adjective that would not anger the other party.

He glanced up and saw that the young witcher was smiling and nothing out of the ordinary, and then he continued reassuringly:

"But in the past two years, our perspectives have changed."

"Why?" Huck got serious, curious about the reason for the change.

"This is thanks to Tomella, a herbalist from the temple of Meritelli, who has cured many patients over the years."

"Herbalist?" Huck put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the old man with a puzzled expression, "What does it have to do with her?" ”

"To be exact, it's her and Claire's credit," Frank didn't seem to hear his question, took a puff of his cigarette, and after slowly exhaling the smoke, he continued:

Tomella came here two years ago, just as the white orchard was plagued by an epidemic, and she stayed to treat the sick.

She treated many patients in our village, and during the treatment, she told a lot about what she had heard and seen.

Among them are some things about the witcher, which also gives everyone a new understanding of the witcher.

Claire is a girl from Ausenfert, where she studied medicine.

I came here a year ago, and I was very compatible with Tomilla, and I quickly became good friends.

It was a young and beautiful girl who could sing and dance and had superb medical skills, which brought a lot of happiness to everyone. ”

Speaking of this, a smile appeared in the corner of the old man's eyes, as if he recalled the good days at that time.

Huck didn't interrupt Frank, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be a faint sadness hidden in the old man's smile.

"I remember very well that Claire brought a song about the love story of a witcher and a sorceress.

The song is really good, the most moving song I have ever heard in my life.

The song is good, the person who sings is even better, and her lark-like voice captivated everyone present. ”

I don't know what came to mind, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and his expression began to be a little unnatural.

"Later, the lord forbade them to stay in the white orchard, so the two of them came to our village."

Frank took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a dull manner, his eyes flickering a little.

During those days in the village, Claire called on everyone not to believe the rumors, and told many stories of witchers who sacrificed themselves to fight monsters in order to protect the civilians.

It was during that time that the villagers' impression of you changed radically. ”

Huck was a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that a physician and a herbalist could speak up for the witcher.

And he actually did it, completely reversing the views of the villagers.

It's very exciting.

"So where are these two great ladies now?" The witcher looked at the old man with burning eyes, "I'll visit them if I have time." ”

"Well, they're no longer in the village, I'm afraid..."

Not here anymore?

Huck was a little disappointed when he heard the answer, but he was also helpless.

"It's a pity" he looked at the sky outside and stood up, "It's not early, I see..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, to the White Orchard, it's a quarter of an hour away on horseback" Seeing that the witcher was leaving, Frank quickly stood up, "Dinner will be right away, you sit first, sit first~"

As he spoke, he walked to the door and urged outside.

Seeing that the old man was so enthusiastic, Huck couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to sit down again.

It didn't take long for dinner to be served.

Stewed vegetables, grilled chicken thighs, roast pork, bread, dried fish and onion soup...

The variety is abundant and the taste is good, the most rare is the bottle of fresh raspberry juice, which tastes excellent.

After a week of sleeping in the open, Huck hadn't had a good meal, and he was very satisfied with the sumptuous dinner in front of him.

"By the way, Elder Frank, isn't Temeria gone?" The witcher, who was nibbling on the fragrant chicken leg and the corners of his mouth full of grease, suddenly remembered what happened in the morning, "Why are there still people who come to collect taxes?" ”

The old man was very happy to see him eat with relish, and replied without thinking when he heard the question:

"Although the battlefield is defeated, the resistance is still there, the main Baron Villares is still there, and the white orchard is still Temeria."

"Baron Villeres? Is it the Lord of the White Orchard you just mentioned? ”

Huck saw the old man's eloquent words and full of confidence, and couldn't help but wonder where he got his confidence.

"Yes, Lord Lord is a powerful character, and it is said that he killed all sides on the battlefield and terrified the men in black..."

"Then why was the battle still defeated?" Huck put down the chicken bone in his hand and looked at the old man with some amusement, feeling that he was talking about the story.

"You can't blame him, there are thousands of people in black, more than ten times as many as us, he is outnumbered, so he has to..."

"So, he fled with his men, no, into the forest?" Recalling Sauter's confession, Huck immediately had an association.

"Yes, to be precise, he was the only one who withdrew, and everyone else died, including many of the village boys."

Frank gave him a sad look and silently took a few puffs.

"So, who are these people who have come to collect taxes?"

As soon as the words came out, Huck suddenly remembered Scott's experience, and his heart moved, and he understood a little.

"Now these people are all defeated deserters who have been collected in the back, and there are some robbers and thugs among them, and on the whole, the good and the bad are uneven, but as long as the baron is here, there is still hope."

"You have a lot of faith in the Baron!" Huck looked at the old man curiously, "What kind of person is he?" ”

"He used to be a good lord, philanthropic, approachable, and the tax rate was not high..."

"Why did you say before?"

Frank's face became solemn when he heard the question, and he picked up his pipe and took two puffs, only to find that the cigarette cake had burned out, so he had to put it down again.

"The lord has changed a lot this year, he became, became..."

"Became unreasonable, frenzied, and became a madman~"

Before the old man could finish his sentence, a vicious voice interjected.

Then footsteps came from the doorway, and a woman walked in briskly.