The lights are swaying, and the beauty is picturesque.

On the armrested chair, the sorceress with swaying sideburns stretched lazily, revealing her plump and beautiful form before the eyes of the witcher.

The woman in a yellow low-cut dress wore a green ribbon around her waist, and her long red hair fell over her shoulders.

The chest was raised high to reveal a touch of snow white, and the two peaks squeezed out a deep ravine.

The room is filled with the smell of fine wine, fruity and fragrant.

"The treasures of Touscent, the pride of Château de Ravello, the favourites of the Duchess of Edmarta, the treasures in the cellars of the palace of Bockland..."

The sorceress muttered to herself and gently shook the purple-red juice in the goblet crystal glass, a wisp of mellow, fruity, and fragrant condensed wine with a unique aroma, which was simple and refreshing.

Take a sip, leave a fragrance on your teeth and cheeks, and even burps and yawns have a lingering fragrance.

Looking at her slightly red cheeks, extremely intoxicated and seductive, and then at the purple lip prints remaining on the rim of the cup, Huck was stunned and quickly looked away.

Pick up your glass and hold it up in front of you, the fuchsia glow of the wine shining in the candlelight.

Shake it a few times, and as the wine ripples, a burst of charming aromas will come to your face.

Take a sip, the wine slides into the mouth with a silky smooth feeling, a little sour, a little sweet, and a rich floral and fruity aroma.

When the wine enters the throat, the sour and astringent taste gradually disappears, but the sweetness remains in the mouth, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

"Good wine!"

Listening to his admiration, Emily chuckled and looked smug.

Putting down the glass, Huck looked at the woman, "Now, it's time to continue the conversation, right?" ”

"The witchers are really all wood, and they don't understand the style at all!"

The woman gave him a strange look, and put down the goblet in her hand.

"It has to start before you test," she said after a moment's thought, "Triss wasn't sure about the mutation reagent that had been incorporated into Ciri's blood, so she turned to my teacher for help. ”

"The teacher has improved the formula of the reagent, adding some materials to weaken the effect of the elder's blood, so as to ensure that you will not be burned to ashes by the terrifying energy it contains.

Speaking of which, it's me, my teacher, who saved your life.

After that, the teacher became interested in you and wanted to continue to study your condition.

In addition, I have seen some scenes of the future, so let me come to you, both to understand the mystery of fate and to be able to grasp your situation for the first time. ”

"So, you need my blood?"

"Yes, it's better if you have a sample every time you gain an ability."

"I don't want to be someone else's test subject."

"Aren't you looking to improve the Witcher's Trials Testion? I can call the teacher to help you! ”

"Really?"

Huck sat up straight and looked at Emily in shock.

"Of course it's true, what am I lying to you for?"

"Deal!"

The witcher reached out and grabbed the woman's soft, shaking it excitedly.

"Phew, let go!"

The sorceress, who was holding her wrist in pain, snorted, blushed and withdrew her hand a little angrily...

When Huck returned to his room, it was midnight.

After negotiating a lot of details of the cooperation, he drank a lot of wine and felt a little drunk when he walked out the door.

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight, ready to complete a major life event!"

Geralt hadn't rested yet, and he had been waiting for Huck to come back.

Seeing that he was elated, his face was flushed, and he was shaking, he couldn't help but taunt.

Huck was already a little dizzy, and he didn't say anything, so he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

The white wolf looked at the snoring Huck and shook his head, thinking to himself.

Do you want to give him the "Guide to the Happiness of the Friend of the Sorceress"?

......

The next morning, Huck woke up completely awake.

Finding that Geralt was not in the room, he quickly got up, washed up briefly, and walked to the tavern in front.

Arriving at the wooden table where Geralt was sitting, Elsa brought him the prepared breakfast.

The white wolf clapped his hands, pushed the empty plate aside, looked at the young witcher who was spitting and suddenly said, "You wait a minute, come with me to Hoover Heights, and we will go and see what the situation is with the banshee where." ”

"Huh?"

Huck looked up at him in some surprise, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and then asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say that you would take care of the griffons first?"

The two commissions requested by Commander Peter Salguanli of Nilfgaard were to destroy the griffons and the banshees of Hoover Heights.

"The Nilfgaard sent a team with a message from Captain Peter, who wants me to get rid of the Banshee's mission first."

"Is there any particular reason?" Huck thought about it and felt that it would definitely not be so simple, the man in black would not pat his head and say that he must complete the task first.

"I didn't ask," Geralt stood up, tightening the belt that crossed in front of him, adjusting the position of the double sword behind his back, and then hanging the belt on the belt with the belt that was on the table.

"I only care about the situation of monsters, and I have no interest in things that are not related to the mission." He checked his gear again to make sure everything was in order, then glanced up at Huck, "I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard." ”

After speaking, the white wolf turned and walked towards the door, preparing to go to the front yard to prepare his horse first.

Eating bread, Huck turned his head to look out the window, and a dozen Nilfgaard soldiers in black armor were waiting in the courtyard, presumably preparing to go to Hover Heights together.

The captain of the squad wearing a horned helmet stood at the door of the inn, talking to a few of his companions, and as he spoke, his eyes were still scrutinizing, looking at the villagers passing by the door.

Originally, some people who were going to come to the inn saw the soldiers standing at the door, and they were stared at by the team leader, so they quickly stopped and turned to leave.

The landlady Elsa stood behind the counter with a sad face, looking at the men in black in the courtyard through the wooden window, as if she was worried that they would affect the business of the inn.

Wiping his mouth, Huck stood up, and after a brief check of his gear, he headed for the door.

"Mr. Witcher, are those soldiers here for you?"

When passing by the counter, the female boss suddenly asked, she had just seen the man in black and the white wolf talking a few words, and vaguely guessed the answer.

"Yes, there's a mission that requires them to go with them."

"Oh, that's good," Elsa let out a sigh of relief, as long as she wasn't looking for trouble.

"Are you going to deal with the griffon?"

As Huck reached the door, the landlady asked hopefully.

"It's not!" Hearing the question, the witcher didn't look back, he pushed open the door and walked out.