Towards midnight, it began to rain in the white orchard, and the drizzle caused the pedestrians on the road to speed up.

On the head of the Bridge of Lamentations, two Nilfgaard soldiers were stationed with spears and axes.

The stone bridge is divided into two sections, and in the middle of the two sections of the bridge is a flat piece of land, where the wooden checkpoint tower is built.

Despite the bread, hot soup, campfire, and sentry tower to protect them from the wind and rain, the two stood in the rain and starved.

The short, strong soldier wiped the rain from his face and looked back at the lighted sentry.

From the open window, you can see that it is steaming inside, and vegetable broth is boiling, and there should be beans, some of which were left behind when a merchant passed by in the morning.

The thought of the delicious broth, with a hint of nutmeg, garlic and marjoram, immediately made him feel a glow in his mouth and a twinkle in his eyes.

"I don't know if these guys will leave us some and kill these bastards~"

Another bearded soldier slapped the rain on his cloak a few times, looked at the soaked armor on his body and cursed:

"It rains at every turn in the north, no wonder there are so many swamps, it's just rotten."

"Don't worry, just drain the swamp, and in a few years, it will be the same as our hometown."

Thinking of the beautiful scene depicted, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Kick Kick Kick Click~

The sound of horses' hooves came from the night, and the sound was faint, drowning in the wind and rain from time to time, and it took careful listening to distinguish it.

It didn't take long for the sound of hooves to get closer and closer, gradually becoming distinct and audible.

The guards nervously clenched their weapons and stared intently in the direction from which the voice came.

Two healthy horses came running from a distance, and in a blink of an eye, they came to the front.

The riders on the horses took off their hoods, and the soldiers, recognizing their faces, put away their weapons.

Two riders, a man and a woman, did not dismount, but rode past them, and then slowly stepped onto the stone bridge.

"Huck, do you know why this bridge is called the Bridge of Lamentations?"

The crisp and melodious voice of the red-haired woman drifted over with the sound of the rain, and the stout soldier couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"What's the story?"

"Legend has it that there was an infatuated woman who had been standing on the bridge waiting for her lover to return, and finally turned into a stone sculpture..."

Stone carving?

The soldier remembered the white stone piers they had used as stools, as if they were really fragments of some statue.

"Approaching the bridge in the middle of the night, looking at the moon and returning to the west. Lowered eyebrows and asked alone, when will the lover return? ”

"This, another poem with a strange rhyme that you dreamed of?"

"I've been resting with meditation lately, and I rarely dream ~"

"You should rest in normal ways and dream more, this, I can help you~"

The two drifted apart and slowly disappeared into the night.

The soldier kept looking at the woman's graceful back until he was completely out of sight, and then reluctantly turned his head.

"This woman not only has a sexy body, but also has a nice voice, which is so tasteful!"

"Tsk~"

The two looked at each other obscenely, made a gesture that all men knew, and then laughed.

In the courtyard of the white orchard, Huck and his wife got off their horses, gave the reins to the groom, and went to the door.

"Mr. Witcher, here's a letter for you!"

A child waiting under the eaves of the doorway ran up to him and handed over a letter sealed with fire paint.

Taking the letter, and by the light of the window, Huck examined the pattern on the wax, a fruit coat of arms that looked a bit like a pear.

"Who told you to deliver the letter?"

"It's the gentleman over there~"

The boy pointed to an alley opposite.

Huck looked in the direction of his finger and saw a man in a gray cloak turn and walk into the shadows at the end of the alley, then turn the corner and disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Here's your tip!"

Huck nodded, handing over a handful of copper coins.

The boy took the coin in surprise, thanked him repeatedly, and rushed into the rain.

A soft voice from a sorceress sounded next to the "White Fruit Emblem of the Verilles Family", "It seems that you are quite popular~"

The witcher smiled awkwardly, a little confused, but this was not the place to read the letter, so he casually carried the letter in his arms.

The two of them walked into the inn and immediately saw the white wolf sitting at the table facing the main door.

"I'm tired, go take a shower first, you come down to the room and come to me."

Glancing at the white wolf at the table, Emily didn't plan to go over, so she gave a direct order and walked to the backyard.

In agreement, Huck walked over to the table and sat down across from Geralt.

"Have a stout!"

He turned and shouted at the female boss, Elsa.

The white wolf's sharp gaze followed the sorceress's figure until she disappeared behind the courtyard gate, and then retracted it.

"Viselmir is back?"

"Yes, with those little ones!"

Huck couldn't help but pout at the old witcher's childlike smile at the thought of that childlike smile.

"He's always loved teaching apprentices, and I don't know why," Geralt said, picking up his clay cup, taking a sip of his beer, "I don't have a hobby. ”

"You've been very attentive when you teach Ciri!"

"That's different." The white wolf put down the clay cup and looked at Huck with blazing eyes, "After all these years, you see that I have never taught you anything, right?" ”

"You don't seem to like me much."

"No, I just don't like you getting too close to Ciri!"

"Why?"

"Yennefer always wanted to have a baby, but neither of us could have children. So, we don't want Ciri to have the same regrets. ”

Geralt didn't hide his thoughts, and since Viselmir asked him to teach Huck how to fight, he felt the need to bridge the gap between them first.

Hearing this, Huck was stunned, and he figured out why after the Grass Trial, the White Wolf began to object to Ciri continuing to train with him.

Then, soon after taking her out of the castle.

What you gain is bound to lose, and if you want to gain great power, you must pay a large enough price.

The price a sorceress pays for her beauty and strength is the loss of fertility, as do witchers, and many pay more, such as the white wolf's full head of white hair.

"Ciri and I are just ordinary friends, we are close in age, so we can have fun."

"No, you may be thinking so, but I know that Ciri cares a lot about the fact that you have her blood in your veins, and she's interested in you."

Interested?

Huck couldn't help but think of the days when Ciri was around him every day after the trial, asking questions and caring for him.

"She just wants to know what the blood of the elders has changed for me!"

"A lot of things start with interest, and I'm very clear about that."

You are very experienced indeed!

Huck secretly complained in his heart, not wanting to continue to dwell on this matter.

"Well, I promise, I'll keep my distance from Ciri as much as possible."

"That's the best."

At this time, Elsa came over with a dark beer, and she placed the clay cup on the table in front of Huck, and put down a small plate of biscuits and fruit.

After the proprietress left, Huck asked curiously, "I see the way you looked at Emily very strangely." ”

"I think her demeanor and movements are a little familiar, but I'm sure I haven't seen her before, so I'm a little confused."

Hearing this, the young witcher suddenly became interested.

"If you think about it again, could it be someone from the Sorceress' Guild or the former Warlock Brotherhood."

"No," Geralt shook his head, "as long as the woman who can make an impression on me, no matter how long it takes, I will never admit my mistake or forget." ”