The White Fruit Garden Hotel is small and not luxurious, but it is very clean and the interior is very warm.

The house is covered with beautiful wind chimes made of colorful shells, and beautiful village murals are painted on the wooden walls.

The flowers and trees on the mural contrast with the green space and mountains outside the house, which is quite a bit of artistic conception of the combination of rural fields and leisure villas.

From the staggered layout and warm and meticulous layout of the hotel, it can be seen that the female boss is quite concerned about her business.

The candles in the house have been lit, and in the flickering candlelight, people gather around the wooden tables, or laugh and play, or have a good drink, the scene is very lively.

Huck walked to the left of the counter with a beer glass, and as he passed the corner of the house, he saw several young people around the wooden table playing a game of knives.

He stopped, curious to see what was going on.

A man in a white shirt, a dark tunic and a bowler hat on his head is resting his left hand on a table and holding a dagger in his right.

"Look, look, the thrilling moment is coming."

He raised his right hand as if to show off, shook the dagger and drew a few circles on his head, and shouted a few loudly.

After a pause, he looked around and saw that the eyes of the people around him were all looking at him, and his face suddenly felt proud.

"Look, look, it's time for the fast knife boy's show!"

As he spoke, the man spread the five fingers of his left hand and spread them flat on the table, and then the tip of his right hand began to pierce the gaps between his fingers.

"Knock knock~"

The sound of the tip of the knife hitting the wooden table echoed through the room, quickly attracting the attention of the people around it.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and finally there is even a phantom on the tip of the knife.

Heart-pounding, the brave game that confronts danger immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Many stopped talking, and all looked over curiously, until at last the room fell silent, except for the rapid clash of the tip of the knife against the wooden table.

Looking at the two pretty girls sitting across from the Knife Boy with nervous expressions and staring at each other, Huck smiled and continued to walk inside.

The young man has a future, conquers danger, and at the same time makes a name for himself, he may be able to capture the girl's heart.

After walking past a few rows of wooden tables, the witcher spotted Viselmir in the corner pouring himself a drink.

Unlike the noisy situations at other tables, the corner he was in was unusually quiet, and everyone else seemed to keep their distance from each other, not wanting to disturb the witcher in the corner.

Huck took off his cloak and walked over with a grin, and was about to speak, when the corner of his eye jumped.

He looked to the corner on the other side in amazement to find a bald man in a traveler's coat sitting, looking at him curiously.

Noticing his gaze, the man smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Gunt Odim!

Huck, who immediately recognized the man's identity, couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

Why is this guy still here?

Didn't he come specifically to wait for such white wolves?

Haven't the two had time to talk yet?

Although he was puzzled, the young demon hunter didn't want to have anything to do with this demon, so he pretended not to know the identity of the other party, and turned his head with a straight face.

"Viselmir, why are you alone? What about Geralt? ”

Putting down the mug, Huck sat down across from the old man and saw the bandage on his left arm at a glance.

"You're hurt?"

Viselmir put down the glass in his hand, and instead of answering immediately, he looked him up and down first.

"Mission completed?"

"It's done, a dozen water ghosts, two of which are subspecies."

Listening to Huck's understated answer, the old witcher frowned, "Subspecies? Didn't get hurt, did you? ”

"No," Huck took a sip of beer, then wiped the foam from the corners of his mouth and continued, "It's you, what's the matter?" ”

"On the way, I encountered a griffin attacking passers-by, I was caught, scratched a little skin, it's okay!"

"I heard that the boss's relatives have just been attacked," Huck continued, "did you save him?" ”

"I didn't save it, the poor guy was scratched and his head was broken, his brain burst, how miserable it was~"

Remembering the tragic situation, Viselmir sighed, picked up the vodka next to him and poured another glass.

"Where's Geralt?"

"Follow the griffon's trail."

"Isn't he in a hurry to find Yennefer? And the air traffic control this? ”

"He was a little annoyed when he saw the beast hurting people, and you know that he is a person who sometimes has an inexplicable sense of justice..."

Well, another thing that doesn't fit the plot!

Huck sighed inwardly, picked up his beer glass, and took a hard sip of beer.

"Don't play, don't play~"

Suddenly, a man roared in frustration, chagrin, and collapse.

Huck put down the clay cup in his hand and followed the sound to the table behind him.

I happened to see a man with a wide-brimmed hat, a scruffy beard, and a scholar's outfit standing up angrily.

He didn't know what he was stimulated by, and he looked angry.

Kilt!

Huck recognizes the tragic character's identity, and if nothing else, he will soon become a revenant under the Hanging Ghost Tree.

This Kelt is not only unlucky, but his card skills are still as good as ever, and the cards are not good.

"Hehe, just a few losses, and then you get angry?"

A crisp and pleasant voice rang out, it was the person sitting across from the scholar talking, listening to the voice, it was a woman.

"You cheat~ yes, it must be so, damn woman, you must have cheated~"

"Are you sure you want to slander me like that?"

The woman's voice cooled, and she stood up, took off her cloak, and quietly looked at the scholar in front of her.

"I, I, don't play anymore~"

Not knowing what Kelt saw, he took a few steps back in a panic, and then, like a ghost, ran to the door in a panic, and even knocked down a woman on the way.

Through the window, Huck saw that the scholar was pale and trembling, looking overly frightened.

After going out, poor Celt didn't dare to look back, so he stumbled all the way out of the yard, not even bothering to look back at the village girl who chased to the door and scolded.

"She's an illusionist, she's a sorceress!" Viselmir on the other side suddenly spoke in a low voice, as if he had discovered something.

The young witcher's heart moved, and his eyes looked curiously at the woman who had scared away the scholar.

From behind, the woman is tall and curvaceous, with long fluffy red hair tied behind her head, and her slender and graceful posture with a pleasant voice makes people look forward to it inexplicably.

"I can't imagine that in this remote place, there are still people who know how to do it!"

The woman turned around as she spoke, and although she was carrying the light, the witcher's super eyesight still allowed Huck to see the woman's face and dress clearly.

The appearance was a little ordinary, not as amazing as Huck had thought it would be.

The skin is a healthy wheat color, and a pair of smart blue eyes with a little coldness are particularly refreshing.

He wears a light green tight-fitting jacket with a belt tied around his waist and a small cloth bag and fanny pack.

A little above the belt, there is also a yellow ribbon around the waist.

When the woman saw the two, her eyes lit up, and she immediately walked over with a smile.

As the woman approached, the witcher smelled a faint fragrance, and this pleasant aroma lingered around her, which seemed to be the woman's body fragrance.

The aroma is fragrant, the fragrance is sweet, a bit like licorice, but not strong.

Violet?

"Two, how about the Gwent card?"

The crisp and melodious sound sounded in his ears, making both witchers stunned.