The creek meandered through the forest, and as it approached the vicinity of the fox forest, it suddenly made a big turn.

The three of them left the creek at the bend and continued deeper into the woods.

Seeing that the hunter's mood was gradually stabilizing, Huck asked the question that was most concerned in his heart.

"Mislav, you are so close to Florian, do you know if he ever sent Claire anything important, or something of special significance?"

Hearing Claire's name again, the hunter's face was still unnatural, but it was not as gaffe as the first time.

He looked at the witcher with a puzzled expression, as if he wondered why the other party cared so much about this woman's affairs.

"We've been tasked with eliminating the banshees of Hoover Heights, so we need to know the ins and outs..."

After listening to Huck's explanation, Mislav's attitude softened, and he did not speak immediately, frowning, and continued to walk forward.

After a moment, he spoke, "I didn't hear Florian say it, but I think it should be the lily pendant."

I've always guessed that the pendant is a token of their commitment, although it has not been confirmed, but it is not far from ten.

The pendant was a family heirloom, and although it was not very precious, it had a special meaning for the Willires family. ”

The hunter paused, gathered his thoughts for a moment, and continued:

"I remember that the pendant was worn around his neck when he was very young, and it is said to be an item left by the first Baroness of the White Orchard.

Since then, it has been used as a symbol of the status of the lord's wife.

Originally, the lily pattern was complete, but when Florian returned from Ausenfurt, only half of it remained, and I guess he split the pendant in half..."

Huck thought for a moment, and then asked, "Do you remember the pendant that Florian carried, and whether the lily pattern was on the right or left?" ”

The hunter on the "right" replied without thinking, and was obviously very impressed by this detail.

In this way, the one on the baron's neck was left by Florian, and the other half should be on Claire, which he did not find.

After pondering for a moment, Huck asked for some more details, but no more useful information was obtained.

Seeing that he had finished asking questions, Geralt returned to the griffon.

"Mislav, how much do you know about griffons?" He pondered his words for a moment before he continued, "It stands to reason that you should also be its prey, why are you completely fine after being in the forest for a long time?" ”

The hunter shrugged and said as a matter of course:

"Every time I move in the forest, I take my steps lightly, it can't hear me, and it's blocked by the leaves, so it can't see the situation in the forest, so naturally it can't find me..."

Passing through a dense forest, a clearing appeared in front of me.

"That's where the patrol was attacked." The hunter took a few quick steps, pointed to the scene and said, "One fell on the edge of the stump, his head was gone, and the other was lying on the leaves, his stomach was broken..."

Seemingly unwilling to watch the tragedy of the scene again, he waited for the two to approach and prepared to leave.

"Good luck, witcher, you need this, and finally, I wish you all the best in your hunt~"

After Mislav finished speaking, he did not want to stop for a moment, turned and walked away quickly.

There was a river of blood at the scene, but no corpses were seen, only the remnants of flesh and bones, and it was clear that a wild beast had come.

Fortunately, the attack time has not long passed, and the damage at the scene is not serious.

It was only when they couldn't see the hunter that the two began to check their surroundings.

There was a campfire at the site that looked like a makeshift camp.

The blood on the ground had turned dark, and the hunter had pointed out that the place where the corpses had once been placed had left only a dark brown trail of blood and trailing trails that stretched into the forest.

At the edge of the camp, Huck spotted a row of footprints.

The footprints were deep and were most likely left by heavily armed Nilfgaard people, suggesting that someone had left the camp.

After surveying the scene and finding no useful clues, the two followed the footprints all the way.

Soon they came to a collapsed old wooden bridge.

There was an overturned carriage under the bridge, and all kinds of cabinets fell all over the ground, all open, and the inside was empty.

"Pursued by the griffon, he rushed to the wooden bridge in a panic, crushed the rotten wood, and fell into a deep ditch..."After a brief look at the bottom of the ditch, Geralt came to a conclusion.

"Griffons don't take their possessions, so there's another one coming from behind," Huck added, looking through the clutter around him, "and it's been scraped thoroughly, and nothing is left." ”

"I didn't see the corpses of the Nilfgaards, they should have flipped over..."The white wolf nodded, his gaze across the wooden bridge.

The two climbed up the ravine, came to the opposite side, and immediately saw footprints again.

Following the footprints, after climbing several mountain beams in a row, a cliff appeared in front of him.

"Is this the griffon's lair you tracked down two days ago?" Huck asked, looking up at the cliff in the distance.

"No," the white wolf shook his head, "the griffon is very smart, and when it senses danger, it will abandon its original lair, which is supposed to be its new nest." ”

At the bottom of the cliff, the two found several pools of blood, as well as a missing sword, and a steel helmet.

"It seems that the Nilfgaard have not given up on their mission despite the heavy losses, and two people have been tracking the griffons who have taken away their companions to get here..."

Geralt looked up at the towering cliff with emotion and sighed, "This time it has learned to be obedient, this place has no wings, and no one can go up." ”

The white wolf crouched down, picked up the steel sword on the ground, and handed it to Huck.

"The standard steel sword of the Nilfgaard people, the texture is not bad, you use it first."

Huck took the sword and danced a sword.

The weight is appropriate, but the center of gravity is a little too backward, not as handy as the original one, and it is also a one-handed sword.

It's better than nothing, let's use it for the time being!

Looks like it's time to forge a new sword.

Thinking of this, Huck suddenly remembered that the White Orchard seemed to be scattered with the equipment drawings of the cat pie, and maybe he could find time to check them out.

The two of them stopped at the bottom of the cliff and watched for a moment before confirming that the griffon was not in the lair.

"Let's go, now that we've identified its new lair, we just need to lead it to the battlefield in our favor."

Geralt patted the young witcher on the shoulder and turned back to the way he came.

Huck looked left and right, took a few steps, and picked up the helmet on the ground.

The helmets used by the Nilfgaard were sturdy and of sufficient material, and should be worth some money to be sold back to the merchants in the White Orchard Market.

After walking a few steps, he noticed that the young witcher had not followed, and the white wolf turned back in confusion, just in time to see his movements.

"You're so short of money? Didn't you just scavenge a lot of money from the baron? ”

"It takes a lot of money to rebuild the castle and apprenticeship, and that money is only a drop in the bucket, and we can't waste it..."