Outside the house, the wind and rain were blowing, and the lights inside the house were swaying.

The river rippled in the wind, and the continuous waves crashed against the riverbank.

Outside the window, the willows swayed in the wind, and their slender branches swept across the roof from time to time, making a crackling sound.

Huck stood in front of the window, looking at the shadows swaying in the night and feeling the freshness of the breeze and drizzle.

On the other side of the window, Geralt the White Wolf stood, holding the letter from the boy in his hand.

On the ground between the two of them was a complete set of weapon repair tools, such as whetstones, oil cans, and wiping cloths.

On either side of the repair tool, in front of the two of them, there were two long swords leaning against the wall.

After returning from the bar, they had finished their weapons maintenance for the day.

Careful daily maintenance of weapons is the daily routine of the Wolf School, and in the words of Viselmir, you can go without food or sleep, but your weapons must be shiny and not a trace of rust can be seen.

"Over there in the barracks, did you get any clues today?"

As he reads the letter, Huck asks about Geralt's visit to the barracks.

"The commander of the Nilfgaard garrison does have news of Yennefa, but he has made it a condition of exchanging information on the completion of two commissioned tasks."

"Two? How could it be~ Isn't it one? ”

When Huck heard this, he froze, his eyes were withdrawn from the window, and he looked at the white wolf with a surprised expression.

Even the main plot has changed, is it completely useless to play the game experience in the future?

"What one?"

Geralt looked up and gave him a strange look, and sometimes Huck would say something inexplicable that was confusing.

"I think he's too much, one is good, and he actually has to complete two."

Huck, who realizes his gaffe, quickly tries to remedy it.

"It's not too much, after all, the tasks are delegated."

Hunting monsters is the job of witchers, and Geralt is not too resistant.

"What are you going to do with this letter?"

He had read the contents and handed the letter back, it was an invitation.

【Lord the Witcher:

I, Baron Ignatius Verrires, Guardian of the White Orchard and the 'Immortal God of War' of Temeria, invite you to the forest camp for a moment.

I have a very important task to entrust to you, and of course, I know your principles, and this matter is only related to the evil spirits that endanger the village.

I sincerely hope that you will come to the crossroads on the northeast highlands of the village of White Orchard tomorrow afternoon, where my men will be waiting for you, and they will take you to my camp.

As it was still wartime, it was hoped that the secrets would be kept, especially by the agents of Nilfgaard, and they must not be let know.

The owner of the white orchard: Baron Ignatius Villeres]

"I'm interested in this baron, and I've heard a lot of rumors about him lately."

"You want to see him?" Geralt was holding the steel sword, gently wiping the shiny sword surface with an oilcloth, and when he heard this, he couldn't help frowning, "It's too dangerous." ”

"He said there was a commission, and I was going to take a look." Huck still insisted.

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, it's raining today, if nothing happens, there will be fog on the mountain tomorrow, and it's more convenient for me to be alone."

The white wolf couldn't help but nod as he thought of Huck's newly acquired skill that could be invisible in the mist.

"If it's not right, I'll run away, and there won't be any danger." Huck breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Geralt nodding, "And the buckthorn grass used to make the bait is not easy to find, it may take some time"

One of the two missions entrusted by the Nilfgaard is to hunt down the griffons that plague the village.

This monster is fierce and flying, and its whereabouts are uncertain, and it needs to be rounded up with bait.

Sagrada spp., which only grows on the bottom of the water, stinks as soon as it leaves the water, making it an indispensable key ingredient for bait, and it is difficult to find.

"That's right, that's it, tomorrow I'll look around the river and see if I can find the rhamna.

Geralt was well aware of Huck's cautious nature, which he appreciated, so he wasn't too worried about his safety.

"Whatever the case may be, we'll meet at the inn at night," the white wolf looked at Huck with a fierce eye, "See what I mean?" ”

"Understand, if you receive a task, don't act rashly."

"It's good to understand," Geralt nodded, "I actually agree with you, in the past, it was a very big waste of resources to use the traditional free-range method to cultivate witchers. ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly, both at himself and at the decaying and inflexible predecessors of the school.

"Invested a lot of resources, spent more than 20 years, and used the cost of sixty percent of death to cultivate the demon hunter, and let him die in the hands of a few water ghosts because of his lack of experience.

It is also called survival of the fittest, but now that I think about it, it is really a big joke.

So, I hope something like this doesn't happen again, and I'm sure you won't make the same mistake. ”

"Don't worry, I'm sorry for my life!" Huck thought for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly, "Should I take Emily with me tomorrow?" ”

Hearing this name, the white wolf's brow furrowed, "This woman can't be trusted yet, and I still have some doubts about her motives." ”

"Why do you say that?"

"I've researched some information about the Brigade Mage during this time, and now I know a lot about this group.

The biggest difference between an academy mage and a wild mage is experience, in addition to knowledge.

In contrast, because of the perfect system of training, the mages of the academy tend to be more knowledgeable, while the wild mages are much worse.

Speaking of experience, Academy mages are generally not concerned about security, they are all good at powerful and wide-ranging magic.

Wild mages, on the other hand, tend to deal with skirmishes and are likely to cooperate with others.

They like magic with low consumption, fast casting, controllable power, many tricks, and strong control.

It's not for nothing that these people call themselves battlemages, they are generally good at skirmishes and can work well with their adventurers.

Do you understand what I mean? ”

Huck thinks back to what happened during his time with Emily, and there are a lot of doubts.

But there are exceptions, isn't it? Emily has been following Ada, and it's normal for her to learn a lot..."

"She said that she has traveled for many years, do you look at her combat experience, like a veteran adventurer?"

"Maybe..."

"Perhaps, she didn't tell the truth, at least not all the truth, so..."

"So, ready to cross the river and tear down the bridge? You..."

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and a figure appeared in the otherwise empty place, it was Emily.

A cold light flashed, and a light lit up, and when the light faded, the sharp steel sword was already pointed at the throat of the sorceress.

Extreme speed, beyond the limits of the human eye's response.

It was only when the tip of the deadly sword had pierced the delicate skin that the sound of the steel sword breaking through the air was heard.

Fear was like cold dirt that stuck on the sorceress's face, spreading to her limbs and clogging her throat.

"You're eavesdropping on our conversation," Bravican's butcher finally bared his fangs, "that's not what a lady is supposed to do. ”

The amber vertical pupils shrank into thin lines, revealing a piercing killing intent.

Word by word, dull and mechanical, without a trace of emotion, makes people feel like falling into an ice cave.

The sorceress had no doubt that if she was not careful, she would become an undead under the sword.

"You'd better not try to teleport," Geralt said coldly, "I'm sure it's only your corpse that succeeds. ”

Sweat ran down the sorceress's forehead, around her long eyelashes, and snaked down, slowly burrowing into her beautiful blue eyes, but she didn't dare blink.

A woman whose body is controlled by fear is afraid that once her eyes are closed, there will be no chance to open them again.

Huck was stunned when he saw the white wolf attack with all his strength for the first time, he never thought that the sword could be so fast.

"Don't, don't, Geralt, put the sword down, it's all my fault, I forgot the time I agreed with Emily."

Huck hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, he was really frightened, afraid that Geralt would really stab him.

The white wolf ignored him, his sharp and cold eyes kept staring at the woman, his vigorous and powerful arms were as steady as Mount Tai, and the sharp steel sword did not tremble at all.

"Magic is not omnipotent, this distance, before your first magic shot, I can kill you back and forth.

This is a warning!

Whatever your purpose, it's best to remember what happened today. ”

Geralt finished speaking, and without warning, he withdrew his steel sword.

It was as if the murderous aura of substance quickly dissipated, and the temperature in the room seemed to have begun to rise.

The murderous aura faded, and the sorceress was finally freed from the feeling of near death, and her body began to tremble violently, not knowing whether it was because of fear or anger.

"How dare you?" With an angry roar, Emily's form vanished without a trace, and when she reappeared, she was already a few meters away.

"You have to pay the price for your reckless actions~" The energy is gathering rapidly, the blue ocean in the beautiful eyes is turbulent, and the deadly electric light is jumping wantonly in the ocean.

Looking at the sorceress who was ramping away, and then at the white wolf who had raised his steel sword again, Huck's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He knew that if he didn't stop it, the next moment would be an absolute disaster.

After a day of getting along, the basic trust in the sorceress is still there, and the two in front of him are very important, and he doesn't want either one to be hurt.

There's no way around it!

Huck gritted his teeth and activated his teleportation ability.

The next moment, the sorceress noticed a figure appearing in front of her, and then her small mouth was blocked all at once.

Moist, rich, with a hint of saltiness...

Oh my God, this man, he, actually dared to kiss me!

The woman's brain went blank, and there was even a brief downtime, and all the anger disappeared in an instant.

Novelty, shame, and then even more unquenchable anger.

"Bastard!"

Rushing air erupted from his hand and slammed into the man, smashing him out like a rag bag.

Flying in mid-air, Huck felt like a hammer had been hit in the chest.

"Bet right, it's okay, it's not a fireball~"

In the last moment he closed his eyes, he thought.