"What's wrong with me?"

A few minutes later, Mislav, who had been splashed with cold water on his face and woke up quietly, sat up with a puzzled expression.

"That's exactly the question we want to ask, what's wrong with you?"

The white wolf reached out and pulled the hunter up, then handed his longbow and machete over.

Picking up the weapon, the hunter began to remember what had happened.

"I'm sorry, I'll take you to the Cunning Fox Forest now~"

Remembering what had just happened, the young hunter's face flushed, and he was eager to find a hole to burrow into.

Hearing that he was so active, Geralt didn't say anything more, just motioned for the other party to lead the way.

Mislav nodded, and led the way north.

Huck immediately took a few steps to keep up with the dejected hunter.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine!" The hunter glanced at the witcher beside him, and didn't mean to talk.

"Why do you hate Claire so much?"

Seeing him chasing after him, as if he was breaking the casserole and asking for the end, Mislav was a little annoyed, but in the end he didn't have a seizure.

He still didn't answer, and continued to lead the way with his head covered.

When Huck saw this, he stopped asking questions and silently followed.

"Florien and I have known each other since we were children, and we have always been in touch with each other when he went to Orsengfurt."

Just when Huck thought he wouldn't speak, the hunter suddenly spoke.

The witcher wanted to ask who this Florian was, but when he saw that the man was immersed in the memories of the past, he didn't speak.

"In the beginning, he wrote a lot, often talking about interesting things in the academy and attaching his thoughts about me.

I will also write back to him, exchanging heartfelt feelings with him, and looking forward to seeing him soon. ”

Recalling that warm and sweet time, the man was radiant, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, affection in his eyes, and a soft tone.

Huck shuddered, and then he realized that Mislav, who had a mustache in front of him, was quite 'pretentious'.

"Florian was restless from an early age, and as the only son of the baron, the lord wanted him to learn the ways of nobility, but he had no interest in it.

He loves new things, he loves to play, he loves to fantasize, and he wants to be free.

He found the life he wanted in Ausenfurt, and later joined the poetry club, where he met many like-minded young people.

During that time, his excitement, joy, and joy all jumped onto the page, and his heartfelt joy was felt in every character.

Since then, he has often spoken of poetry, and said that Master Dandrion was the most talented artist alive.

From the master's poems, he knew a lot about witchers, and he wrote me one of the most popular poems. ”

Hearing this, Huck was already stunned, he did not expect that this benevolent brother's lover was actually a nobleman, and the son of the owner of the white orchard.

And when Mislav hummed the song affectionately, even Geralt, who was expressionless, could not remain calm.

"Gently stroke my scar with your fingers"

"Fate Meets, Despise Starlight"

"Open the wound and try to heal it"

"Until it became a whirlwind of fate"

"Early in the morning, you escaped from my dreams"

"Sweet as lilacs, bitter as blackcurrants"

"I want to dream of your black hair and purple eyes..."

The beautiful lyrics and beautiful melody were hummed by the intoxicated man in front of him, and Huck didn't feel that it was enjoyment, but got goosebumps.

The white wolf's face was unusually strange, neither happy nor angry, more like melancholy.

Both wisely did not open their mouths to interrupt the hunter who was getting better, but simply listened to the song in silence and followed.

After singing the song, the man didn't speak again for a long time, and seemed to be still immersed in the wonderful artistic conception.

Huck tried to ask Claire about it several times, but before exiting, he swallowed it back.

He couldn't bear to interrupt Mislav's fond memories.

In this way, the three of them walked silently, no one spoke, only the rustling of footsteps, echoing in the silent forest.

A black cloud drifted by, obscuring the sun's rays, and the sky suddenly became overcast, and the forest gradually became filled with white mist.

Shortly thereafter, Florian mentioned in a letter that he had met a girl who was a medical student and a member of the Poetry Society.

As he walked, Mislav spoke again.

Obviously, these things have been pressing on his heart for a long time, and today he has a rare opportunity to say it, and there are two good listeners, and he does not intend to give up halfway.

He said the girl also liked Dandrien's poetry and, like him, was particularly fascinated by the stories of the witchers.

They often worked together on poetry and shared stories.

I didn't think anything was wrong at the time, and I was still happy that he had made friends.

It wasn't until later, when the letters became fewer and fewer, and the words became more and more perfunctory, that I realized that he was having an affair~"

The hunter's voice grew faster and faster, his voice gradually becoming cold, and the last sentence was almost a roar.

"This woman is, Claire~, this woman took away my love~"

Huck shuddered when he said the woman's name with malice and hatred.

Damn, why is it so cold...

......

In the woods, there was silence, the fog was thickening, and the sun had completely disappeared.

Three figures weaved through the forest, and the distant scenery became hazy due to the fog, and the hunter had to stop often to judge the direction based on what was around him.

He stopped in front of a pine tree, listened intently for a moment, and then turned to the left.

He hadn't gone far before Huck heard the murmuring of running water, continued on his way, and soon came across a stream.

"We walked along the creek and saw where the water bends, and it wasn't far away."

The water is not deep, it is crystal clear, and you can clearly see the fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the water.

Huck picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face.

The water is cold, clean and refreshing, and it is refreshing.

"What happened next?"

The hunter's scolding and condemnation of his rival had been going on for a long time, and the witcher was a little unbearable, so he had to take the initiative to ask about the follow-up.

Mislav picked up the clear water, took a few sips, then washed his face with the water, and looked at the reflection in the water, and he was stunned for a moment, until Geralt urged several times before he stood up.

Perhaps because the long-term pressure has been released, the man's mental state seems to be much better, and his eyes are no longer the yin owl just now.

"Later," the hunter wiped his hands a few times, and continued along the stream, telling his story as he went.

Later, Emperor Raverd V of Redania closed Orsengfurt, and Florian returned to the White Orchard.

I was happy to know that he was back, thinking that my chance had come and I was confident that he would be back with him. ”

The man's mood suddenly fell a little, and it was clear that things were not going as he expected.