The camp in the forest is located on a high ground.

The highlands are surrounded by cliffs on three sides, the northern cliff is the eagle's beak cliff, and only one slope on the south side is passable.

After the slope came up was a mountain beam, behind which the camp was completely obscured.

Surrounded by dense trees, you won't be able to spot this hidden camp without getting closer.

The camp is not small, and in addition to the tall main tent not far from the edge of the cliff, it is surrounded by many other tents, large and small.

These tents are much more rudimentary, with almost no walls, but only cover the top, and the scene inside is unobstructed.

Some tents were piled high with materials that looked like looted goods, including delicate utensils, bags, high-end clothing, and so on.

Some of them served as arsenals, which were littered with weapons and shields, and some were scattered outside.

Most of the remaining tents were lined with sleeping mats, many of whom were sleeping and others were getting together to gag.

There was also an iron cage on the side of the camp, in which were several mongrels larger than the Tibetan mastiff, with leather muzzles on their mouths, and they were fiercely pounced on the fence of the iron cage, twisting their bodies, and trying to rush out frantically.

After Smith entered the camp with Huck and told him to wait outside for a while, he went in first to report.

The witcher was not idle, he quickly checked the situation of the entire camp, especially the places that could be accessed.

In his hypersensory state, Huck easily heard the conversation around him, most of them were not nutritious, but what a few people from a few meters away said caught his attention.

"It's really going well and better lately, and almost no one dares to resist us anymore."

"Yes, the harvest has been really good so far, although those villagers are poor in their mouths, they can still squeeze out a drop or two of oil and water."

"By the way, occasionally a bag of grain, a few crowns..."

"The main thing is that the risk is low, the work is easy, and it is much better than being a soldier."

"Well, as long as the baron doesn't have a hot head and attacks the Nilfgaards, there's basically no risk."

"The only problem now is that I'm running out of food, and I don't know if the baron has anything to do."

"It's difficult, because of the war this year, the white orchard missed the sowing season, and almost no grains were harvested."

"The baron burned all the food when he fled the castle, leaving not a single one for the man in black, and now the Nilfgaard people are also frantically collecting food outside, and the villagers' homes are almost empty..."

The witcher wanted to eavesdrop on him for a while, only to find Smith beckoning to him at the tent door.

Following the captain of the guard, Huck walked into the main tent.

As soon as I came to the door, I smelled the smell of wine wafting from the tent.

He was a little surprised, in broad daylight, there were also people drinking in the barracks?

Lifting the thick curtains, Huck stepped on the red carpet and walked inside.

As soon as I stepped into the tent, the pungent smell of alcohol came to my face, mixed with the sour smell of food and thick sweat stains, which made people smell sick.

Behind him, Smith followed and lowered the curtain of the door, and the light in the tent immediately dimmed a lot.

Fortunately, the witcher has super sensory abilities and does not affect him much.

When the captain of the guard entered, he stood still at the door, holding the hilt of his sword, and blocked the entrance to the tent with malicious intent.

The main attraction in the tent is a long table in the middle.

The long table was facing the doorway, covered with a blue tablecloth, and a candlestick was placed at intervals.

At this time, only the middle candlestick was lit, barely illuminating the entire tent.

At the end of the long table sat a tall man, leaning back in a high-backed chair, sipping his wine leisurely with a glass in his hand, not noticing that anyone had entered.

On the table in front of the man were fruit bowls, barbecue meats, and a wine barrel, and he must have been drunk for a long time.

If nothing else, this man should be the famous Baron Ignatius Verrires.

Behind the baron stood a tall, lanky man, the butler named Co Lamin.

Ignatius seemed to be still immersed in the wine, forgetting that there were still guests, and did not speak for a long time, but drank it in a leisurely manner.

The others were silent, and there was an eerie silence in the tent.

Nothing could be heard except for the sound of the baron smashing his mouth and swallowing and the occasional thumping of his glasses against the table.

Huck was not in a hurry, and when others did not speak, he did not speak, but leisurely looked at the layout of the tent.

On the left side of the tent was a camp bed, with a wooden frame at one end with a silver basin on top of it, and a standing silver candlestick next to it.

There is a weapon rack next to the candlestick, on which is an exaggeratedly sized two-handed greatsword.

At the other end of the bed, near the doorway, there was a desk with a stool next to it.

On the right side of the tent is a wooden wine rack with three rows of barrels, each row of three barrels, a full nine barrels.

Beneath the wine racks are many gold and silver vessels, as well as several wooden crates clad in iron.

Several oil paintings leaned against the wine shelf, and the outermost one painted a castle, which showed that the painter was of a good level, and the grandeur of the castle was vividly expressed.

"This is the Castle of Villeres, a beautiful and magnificent structure that is now almost in ruins."

Noticing the witcher's gaze, the baron finally couldn't help but speak.

As he spoke, he put down his glass, stood up, and walked quickly to the painting.

Huck only saw the whole picture of the lord at this time, he was tall, he looked more robust than Morris, and the pieces of tendon flesh were high and bulging, and he looked powerful.

He has a rough face, a high nose and a broad face, a full beard, and brown eyes that are a little cold.

The face is gloomy, and the expression is unusually gloomy, which makes people look hairy.

"The Villares family has ruled the white orchard for hundreds of years, and this castle has gone through many difficult years, and it has never been lost, but it was lost in my hands."

Speaking of the unbearable past, the baron's voice was a little low, and he leaned down and gently stroked the castle on the oil painting with affection.

"Tell me, witcher, do you think I can still take the castle back?"

Ignasius remembered for a long time, then suddenly stood up, staring at the witcher with blazing eyes and asking.

"Your Excellency, I'm here to take on a commissioned task, not to answer questions!"

"Haha, you're right, so let's talk about the entrusted mission now!"

The baron slapped his forehead, and as if he had just remembered what was going on, he hurried back.

"You're welcome, Mr. Witcher, please be seated!"

After Ignatius sat down, he gestured to the seat next to him and motioned for Huck to take a seat.

"The content of my entrusted mission is to get rid of the banshees of Hoover Heights, I believe that I don't need to introduce the details of this matter, you should be familiar with it, right?"

Hearing this, Huck's heart sank, and he looked at the baron and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"I've heard, where have you been with the Nilfgaards~" The baron's eyes narrowed, and his voice suddenly cooled.