The white mist is shrouded, and the wind is dashing.

Overgrown with weeds, dilapidated houses, and toppled walls, Hoover Heights is barren and depressed.

The gloom does not come from desolation or dilapidation, but from the accumulation of bones seen when the wind blows the grass low.

In addition to the most conspicuous windmills, the buildings in the mill village are the barns and the stone wells in the center of the village.

The two huge barns flanked by the windmill are the sturdiest buildings in the entire Hoover Heights, apart from the windmills.

In a village where most of the houses are thatched, the two tall wood-roofed buildings stand out.

After years of wind and rain, and nearly a year without care, most of the other wooden houses have leaky roofs, and only these two buildings do not seem to have any damage.

The stone fence of the stone barrier well is half a meter high, and a pavilion has been built above the wellhead to protect it from the rain.

Along the perimeter of the pavilion, there is a shocking circle of corpses.

There were more bones than the witcher could have imagined, and judging by their clothing, most of them were mill workers.

"Arms tied behind their backs, kneeling on the ground, all died by the sword, and they were executions."

Geralt came to a conclusion after a brief look at it.

"What the hell is going on here?" Looking at the corpses strewn all over the ground, Huck was shocked.

The white wolf didn't answer, and he continued to walk towards the other skeletons scattered around the village.

"Blue and white uniforms, standard armor, it should be Temerian soldiers."

"The shield has a lily and ginkgo motif, and it is the guard of the Baron of Ginkgo Orchard."

"The weapons matched the size and shape of the wounds on the workers, and it was the guards who killed them."

"The soldiers' corpses had long and narrow wounds, most of them were wounds from the back, and they should have been killed from behind when they were fleeing.

The obvious difference from the corpses of the workers is that they all withered and dried up... And there are traces of burns. ”

After examining the body, Geralt stood up, groaned for a moment, and said:

"So, the soldiers killed the workers, and then they were killed by the daytime banshees."

"Geralt, there's a dead body hanging from the well." As the white wolf looked around at the corpses, Huck came to the well, and when he looked down, he immediately noticed something strange.

The body was immediately pulled up and placed on the edge of the well.

The rotting corpse was almost all that remained of bones, with only a few bones remaining shriveled minced flesh, but this did nothing to help determine its identity.

There was also a tattered travel coat on the bones, and a serpentine insignia pinned to the chest.

The badge immediately caught the attention of the two men, and Huck carefully removed it, Geralt took it, wiped the dust off with a cloth, looked left and right a few times, and said:

"Doctor's badge, indicating that the deceased was from the Olsenfurt Medical College."

He handed the badge back to Huck, then crouched down and began to examine the bones.

"The neck bone was broken, and he was hanged... The frontal bone is small, the pelvic bone is large, it is a woman, judging by the teeth, about twenty years old..."

As the scene was discovered step by step, the white wolf's face became more and more solemn, and he stood up and looked at Huck.

Huck, who understood what he meant, after briefly sorting out his thoughts, immediately spoke:

"Judging from the situation at the scene, the tragedy here was committed by the Baron's guard, and it is not clear whether it was the Baron's order.

Among the corpses found, there was only this one woman, so the woman who was hanged should be the daytime demon.

The most important thing we need to determine now is, who is this woman really?

Only by figuring out her identity will we have a chance to know what happened. ”

As he spoke, he crouched down and examined the body again.

"Healers like to carry a satchel or waist bag with them, and if a woman doesn't have one on her body, then she may be in a certain house."

Huck stood up, his gaze on the well rope that had been used to hang the corpse.

With his supersensory ability, he saw the trailing blood on the well rope, and although a long time had passed, he could still barely distinguish it.

Looking left and right, the witcher's gaze was on the row of wooden houses facing the gate, which were where people lived.

Following the barely visible traces of blood on the ground, he came to the wooden house in the middle and immediately found it again.

"There are bloody handprints at the threshold, and the palms are small, which are women's handprints."

"There were traces of drag in the house, and there were blood stains on the floor, on the stools, and on the walls, indicating that the woman was severely beaten before being dragged out."

Walking inside, Huck found what he was looking for, a woman's pocket.

The fanny pack rests on the bed, along with packed clothes and a travel bag.

The bag was covered with a thick layer of dust, and when it was lifted, it shook slightly, and the room was immediately filled with dust and fog.

Wipe the dust off and open your travel bag, which is full of plasters and jars.

Huck put down his travel bag and looked around the furnishings before he said:

"There's no workbench for making herbs, and there's no medicine jar for a hospital bed, unlike where doctors live."

Looking at the travel bag and packed clothes on the ground, he continued: "She has already packed the package and looks like she is ready to travel far..."

After inspecting the room, the witcher opened the green fanny pack.

There wasn't much in the fanny pack, just a few gold coins, and a rolled-up piece of parchment.

He took out the parchment, unfolded it, and read it.

"Letter of Appointment

Ms. Claire was hired as a physician at the Novi Gray White Clothes Medical Center, and there are many patients in the past, so please be sure to report as soon as possible.

Executive Director of the White Hospital: Lacey Bass"

Claire?

Huck was shocked to see the name on the letter of appointment.

Remembering Tomera's sadness at the mention of his friend, he somewhat understood why the herbalist hated the Baron so much.

Perhaps, she knows what's going on!

"You know her?" Seeing the young witcher's expression, the white wolf immediately sensed the abnormality.

"I probably know who to ask!"

......

By the time the witchers returned to the forest, the man-wolf war was over.

The victors were undoubtedly the heavily armed and brave soldiers of Nilfgaard.

After leaving three or four corpses behind, the wolves retreated on their own initiative.

Gray wolves are somewhat emaciated and look like they haven't eaten in a long time, which explains why they risk attacking large numbers of humans.

Each wolf corpse weighed nearly 140 pounds, and getting that much wolf meat was definitely a joy for the entire team.

A few of the soldiers were slightly wounded, while others were almost unscathed, with the exception of one.

The young soldier had several large holes in his arm, which he had been injured by a wolf that had suddenly jumped out of his hand while trying to pursue.

The wolf is a subspecies of wolf, which is close to the size of a calf and is more cunning and ferocious.

The ferocious beast crouched in the thick grass until the young lad broke away from the group and rushed to the side of the road.

The soldier's armor saved him, and although the sharp teeth bit through the armor, they did not hurt the meridians, which means that his arm was saved.

In his haste, Henry threw his spear and flew past the wolf's body, and although it did not hurt the beast, it also frightened the murderous fellow away.

The soldier paid the price for his rashness, but the price was still within the affordable range, and he still had a chance to grow.

Examining the wounds of the young soldier and making sure that he was okay after bandaging, Henry looked up just in time to see the witcher coming down from the high ground.

The corporal was overjoyed, and hurriedly hurried to meet him.