A touch of red glow shines through the window, and the sunlight dyes the white vase on the wooden table in the middle red, and the beautiful violets in the vase bloom in the sunset.

A faint fragrance wafted in the house, and the sound of the river flowing outside the window...

By the time Huck recovered from his momentary stun, the scene had changed to a hotel room.

The witcher who escaped death was in a trance for a moment, and it felt quite unreal.

"You are still so reckless, every time you want me to save you, you say, what should you do without me?"

A woman's leisurely snort came from beside him, calling the man back to reality, and he turned his head to look at the beautiful woman beside him and asked curiously, "Why did you appear?" ”

"What are you going to do if I don't show up?" The woman's face was frosty, and her tone was angry, as if she was blaming the witcher for causing her trouble.

"I mean, how do you know where I am? And am I in danger? ”

After this period of contact, Huck knew that the sorceress's tsundere personality and capricious emotions didn't think much about it.

"Have you forgotten that my mentor can see the future?" Emily saw that the man's face was tired, her heart softened, and her tone became soft, "As for how to find you, haven't you seen the positioning spell?" ”

"Help me to sit down at the table" The woman's voice suddenly weakened, and her body involuntarily leaned against Huck's body.

Well?

The witcher felt the softness on his arm and was shocked.

He knew very well how strong the woman in front of him was, and she would never easily ask for help from others, unless...

The faint smell of blood from the tip of his nose made the man's heart skip a beat, and he hurriedly supported the female warlock's body.

Emily's face was a little pale, and beads of sweat were crawling all over her face, as if she was in great pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Shocked by her state, Huck hurriedly took the sorceress to the wooden table and sat down, and then inspected her.

The crossbow bolt that appeared behind the woman made him look at it, and he hurriedly turned to the back to investigate.

The swarthy crossbow bolts were nailed to the back, most of them exposed, and the bright red blood was dripping to the ground along the shaft.

Blood had soaked the clothes on his back, and the wound was a large patch of blood.

The injury is very serious!

Looking at the swarthy crossbow arrow shaft exposed outside his body, Huck was a little flustered, he was not good at medical skills, it was okay to deal with minor injuries, this situation, he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Crunch~

Just when he was a little at a loss, the door was pushed open, and a white-haired demon hunter appeared at the door.

Smelling the pungent smell of blood and looking at the woman's pale face, the white wolf's heart jumped, he just heard the sound and came to take a look, but he saw such a situation.

"Geralt, come and see, Emily is hurt!"

Seeing the Demon Hunter who appeared at the door, Huck immediately grabbed the lifesaver, and he shouted eagerly at the door.

The white wolf glanced at the sorceress covered in cold sweat, walked quickly behind her, looked at it with a frown, and then pulled out the dagger and cut the clothes near the wound, revealing the snow-white skin inside.

"I didn't shoot through, the arrow is in the body, it's a bit troublesome" He wiped the blood around him with the white gauze that Huck handed over, looked at the location, and his eyes became solemn, "It's close to the heart here, I don't know..."

"It didn't hurt the heart," the woman suddenly said, enduring the pain and ordered, "You need to take out the arrow quickly, do it!" ”

"It's going to hurt, don't you numb it with some anesthetic powder or something?" Geralt hesitated, and he couldn't help but ask.

"No, give me the white towel!"

Taking the white towel from Huck's hand, she rolled it up and held it in her mouth.

"When I count to 1, I pull out!"

Seeing that the sorceress was ready, Geralt gave a command, and began to count.

“3”

“2”

"Ah~"

With a woman's scream, the crossbow bolt was jerked out, bringing out a puddle of blood.

"Bastard, bastard, didn't you say count to 1?"

The woman angrily spit out the towel from her mouth and protested loudly.

"I'm sorry, I miscounted!" Geralt shrugged, wiped the wound with white hair, took out a bottle of wound medicine from his bag, and was about to apply the medicine, but was stopped by the woman.

"Let him come, use my medicine!"

The white wolf smiled, put away his pill bottle, and gave up his place to Huck.

Taking the red ointment that Emily had taken out, the young witcher wiped away the gushing blood with a white towel and quickly applied the ointment to the wound.

Holding back the pain, the sorceress recited a spell, and white light lit up between her fingers before pouring into her body.

The ointment begins to ablate, gradually blending into the skin, and the wound immediately stops bleeding and begins to scarre at a visible rate.

The sorceress cast a few more spells, and the scab eventually fell off, revealing a new, delicate skin that was a little reddened inside.

Only then did the pale-faced woman turn her head and order, "Go and call the proprietress to come in and bring a basin of hot water..."

A few minutes later, two men stood outside the guest room door, silently waiting for Elsa to help the sorceress clean the blood.

"Don't worry, she's fine," after listening to Huck tell the story, seeing his nervous face, the white wolf opened his mouth to comfort him.

The young witcher didn't speak, he kicked the stone under his feet, and stared at the red glow in the sky.

"You don't have to blame yourself too much, many times, we can't accurately judge the situation, let alone avoid all dangers~"

"She's here to save my wounds!" Listening to the white wolf's words, Huck still couldn't let go.

"I don't understand why she risked her life to save me" He looked at Geralt with confusion on his face and asked, "Do you believe what Emily said about the entanglement of fate?" ”

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not" The white wolf didn't answer directly, but kicked the ball back, "The point is whether you believe it or not." ”

The Demon Hunter glanced at the door and pondered for a moment before continuing:

"Mages are very reluctant to face too many enemies at close range, especially if they have a lot of ranged and powerful melee combat.

Her presence at your most critical moment shows that she is indeed aware of your danger.

She dared to teleport over under unknown circumstances, and in extremely unfavorable circumstances, she made a decisive move, which means that she values your safety very much. ”

When the white wolf said this, his eyes wandered a little, as if he remembered something from the past, or someone.

"You know, if the crossbow arrow is offset by half an inch, no one will be able to save her..."

Huck was stunned, with mixed feelings, he never thought that a sorceress would do this for him.

"From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable sense of closeness, like she was someone I had been looking for for a long time."

The young witcher hesitated, but chose to say what he felt.

"That's why you've always wanted to trust her?" The white wolf smiled, no sarcasm on his face.

His eyes became gentle, as if he remembered some good old days.

"I felt the same way when I first met Yennefer.

Dandrion couldn't understand why I was approaching a moody, dangerous sorceress and trying desperately to stop my death-seeking. ”

Geralt laughed and looked at Huck.

"Did you feel like Dandrion was like me now?

Friends just care about you, and it's always you who really make decisions and make judgments.

If I hadn't followed my feelings at the time, Yennefer and I wouldn't have the story behind it. ”

Huck looked at the white-haired mage hunter suspiciously, and asked uncertainly, "Can I understand that you are encouraging me?" ”

"No, I just want to tell you, listen to your inner voice.

Even if one day you will pay the price for your choice, it is better than regretting it for life. ”

Speaking of this, the Demon Hunter looked at Huck and asked with a narrow expression:

"I've actually always wanted to ask the question, did you do it on purpose that day?

You can choose to stun her, but you want to use that way! ”

"If I say that's what I want to do the first time I see her, would you believe it?"

Hearing Huck's answer, Geralt laughed out loud, with an expression that all men understand.

"You two bastards, I can hear..."

From inside the guest room came the voice of a sorceress in a state of discouragement.

Hearing the woman's angry voice, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.