"What am I missing?"

Viselmir, who had just recovered from his pause, looked at the empty seat beside him in surprise, and then at the crowd of people in front of him.

Emily glanced at the Demon Hunter, but didn't pay attention to him, but turned her head to look at Huck with a serious face and said, "This man is very dangerous, I can't see through his strength at all. ”

Her face was not as light as the cloud just now, and she looked a little nervous and afraid.

"Stay away from him in the future!" The sorceress thoughtfully picked up the goblet and took a sip, "Remember, don't make any deals with him under any circumstances. ”

"You know him?"

Huck asked the woman next to him nervously.

"I don't know, but I've seen some of his records in ancient books."

"Ancient books?"

An old man and a young man exclaimed in unison, one true and one false, one surprised and one delighted.

"Yes, I remember there was such a children's song in it:

The son of the devil has a lotus tongue and a handsome face.

He will make you get what you want, gold or silver or honey.

But when it was his turn to collect the debt, a spark ignited in his eyes.

You will be his slave, tormented and desolate. ”

"You mean, that man was a high demon just now?"

Viselmir was obviously startled, he didn't want to believe it, but combined with the scene just now, and the solemn expressions of the two of them, he had to believe it again.

As a demon hunting master who was close to 300 years old, he had more or less heard some rumors of high-level demons and knew many things that ordinary people didn't know.

Although he didn't know what was happening during the time stop, the sudden disappearance of a living person still shocked him.

"Yes, he has many names, here he is called Gunt Odim, or Master of Mirrors.".

"Why did you go out of your way to tell Huck to stay away from him, right..."

"Yes, this demon has clearly taken an interest in Huck and will be coming back to him."

"How is that possible?" The old demon looked at Huck with a shocked expression, his expression a little flustered, "Since you know him, is there any way to deal with this demon?" ”

"I don't know, I don't know much about him."

The irritable woman waved her right hand, and the wine glasses and wine on the table suddenly disappeared.

"There are only two rooms left in the hotel, and I have all booked them. I'll live in one room, and the three of you will live in the other, and that's it, I'll go and rest first! ”

Under the blank gaze of the soy sauce duo, the woman got up gracefully and walked quickly to the backyard of the inn.

After watching Emily disappear through the door, the two turned their heads and stared at each other for a moment before shaking their heads together inexplicably.

After half a ring, Viselmir picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, and suddenly felt that the local vodka in the glass was a little tasteless, he put down the wine glass, and then said with a frown:

"Is it true that all sorceresses are of this virtue?

There is no one in his eyes, he is determined and alone, people are confused, and he likes to give orders? But I think Triss is good..."

"Teacher," Huck interrupted Viselmir's grumbling and asked with a confused expression, "What do you think this woman is trying to do?" ”。

"I know, but it looks like she's interested in you, too." The Demon Hunter glared at him, as if he was blaming him for causing trouble, "And that guy who is suspected of being a high-level demon, what the hell is going on?" Why did they find you?"

Huck was a little innocent, and he was confused.

"If that person is really a high demon, we'll have to talk to a sorceress." Viselmir touched her chin and her eyes narrowed, "She seems to know a lot." ”

"I think she's right, that man is indeed a high demon" After thinking about it, Huck decided to warn Viselmir to be vigilant.

"You know that sometimes I can see some clips of the future in my dreams, I have seen this person in my dreams, and he in my dreams is a demon."

"Oh" The old Demon Hunter's face became solemn, since Huck had successfully predicted the invasion of the Salamanders, he had come to believe that the Disciple had this talent.

Later, the scenes that Huck occasionally saw in his dreams did indeed happen in reality, which made him even more convinced.

Now hearing Huck mention that he had seen this man in his dreams, he suddenly became nervous.

"Well, we must talk to this sorceress, no matter what the demon plans to do to you, we have to be prepared."

Thinking of the great threat that Huck faced from the High Demons, the old man suddenly couldn't sit still: "Gunt Odim, maybe I have to go back to the castle to rummage through those dusty books that have been sealed for a long time, maybe I can find some relevant information." ”

"The threat is so great that we have to prepare in advance." Viselmir frowned, and his face was solemn, "I heard the song she sang just now, I heard it when I was young, but it was too long and I couldn't remember the details, which made me very uneasy!" ”

"I'll leave tomorrow," the old demon hunter pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "Geralt will take over from me and take you for a while." ”

"Teacher, if you're going back, I have an idea..."

After listening to Tomera, the herbalist, and her current situation, and Huck's thoughts, Viselmir fell silent.

Huck stared nervously at the teacher, waiting for his decision.

There are many things that are useless to just think about it, and you have to start doing it to have hope.

As long as you start, you have the opportunity to develop in a good direction.

"I'll have to think about it again, and we'll talk about it when Geralt returns."

Viselmir thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind, and Huck had no choice but to hope that Geralt would support his idea.

When the white wolf returned, it was almost midnight.

The dusty white wolf, as soon as he sat down, poured a big gulp of beer.

"I figured out that the griffon's lair was on a high hill far from the village."

Putting down the empty clay cup, he wiped the foam from his mouth and talked about the tracking process.

"I followed the trail of blood all the way, in the direction where the griffon flew away.

The blood stains on the road were intermittent and eventually disappeared altogether, but fortunately I was familiar with its habits.

For safety, they nest in places far from villages, inaccessible and difficult to climb, and nearby terrain that meets the requirements is not difficult to find.

Eventually, I found its lair on a hill hidden in the jungle, two hours from the village. ”

Viselmir looked at him a few times before he spoke, "Griffons usually appear in pairs, so you didn't do anything?" ”

"No, it's not in the lair, to be precise, the male griffin is not in the lair, the lioness is dead!"

Geralt shook his head, picked up a panel, and shoved it into his mouth.

"How is it possible, who can kill the griffon?" Huck asked, somewhat surprised, "Is there a peer?" ”

Griffonmons are not comparable to the lowest level of monsters such as water ghosts or evil spirits, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to hunt them.

"It's not a griffon, the carcass of a lioness has thick stems and dense feathers... is a subspecies of griffons, royal griffons."

Geralt corrected Huck's statement, and then continued with a solemn face:

"The tip of her beak is frayed, her fur is gray, she should be about ten to twelve years old, the griffon has been with her for life since she was young, and the other should be about the same age."

"As for the cause of death," the white wolf groaned for a moment before he said his judgment, "she has multiple wounds on her body, and the wounds are all deep, but there is no blood on her paws and sharp beak, which means that she did not resist and was killed in her sleep"

"This also explains why it frequently attacks pedestrians on the road, this is the male griffin in retaliation!" Hearing this, Viselmir sighed, "Some people like to act self-righteously, but they don't trust professionals. ”

"I don't think I don't believe it, it's that I can't find a professional," Huck couldn't help but interject, "Now that the monsters haven't decreased, the witchers have only three or two kittens." ”

"What kittens, three or two, who's the kitten?" Geralt was a little unhappy with his analogy, and he didn't like cats in his heart.

"Who did it?"

Viselmir knew that Huck was telling the truth, but he didn't intend to dwell on this sad topic, so he turned to look at the white wolf and asked.

"I've heard that the Nilfgaard have been trying to get rid of the griffons, maybe they."

The white wolf hesitated for a moment before he combined the information he heard and said his inference.

"By the way, someone saw that Yennefer was in contact with the officers in the barracks, where might they be able to ask about her whereabouts."

At the mention of the Nefgaard people, Huck remembered the words of the Master of the Mirror.

If it had been a few days ago, he would have confidently told the White Wolf directly that Yennefer should be in Virgin's palace.

But now he really doesn't have that certainty, because many characters and things seem to have changed and deviated from the original trajectory.

"Really?" Geralt's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to stand up, "I'll ask now!" ”

"Wait," Vismir held him down and turned his head to gesture out the window, "It's midnight, let's go again tomorrow!" ”

Looking at the pitch-black night outside, the white wolf nodded and had to sit down again.

"By the way, there's one more thing for you!"

Viselmir put down the wine glass in his hand and groaned for a moment before asking:

"Do you know a red-haired, blue-eyed sorceress named Emily Sixway?"

"Emily?"

Geralt frowned, trying to remember for a moment before shaking his head and saying:

"I don't remember this person, I know several red-haired warlocks, but none of them have this name."

"Then it may be a pseudonym, or it may not be famous!"

The old witcher rubbed his gray beard and said what he thought.

"What's going on? Who is Emily? ”

Seeing that both of them looked worried, Geralt couldn't help but ask curiously.