"We're just trying to help you, not to get anything out of you."

The witcher's words drew Claire's gaze back to him, and the spirit circled around him curiously again.

"You're not lying, but I don't understand what I need your help with."

The spirit's ethereal, melodious voice was a little confused, and she looked at Huck for an answer from him.

"We can help you get out of being imprisoned here and let your soul rest in peace..."

"Dilemma?" Claire shook her head, "Nothing trapped me here, I'm just waiting for him, we made an appointment to meet here, and he'll definitely come." ”

"No, he won't come, if you're waiting for Florian, then it's a pity that he committed suicide and is already dead."

Just when Huck was still hesitating how to speak, Geralt spoke first, and he directly and without hesitation told the truth, trying to break the obsession of the demon spirit.

"Suicide? Is Florian dead? Hearing the white wolf's words, his girlfriend was stunned for a moment, muttered a few words to herself, and then raised her head suddenly, her eyes becoming cold.

"No, he won't die, he said he would come to me~"

With a roar of rage, the temperature rose rapidly, and Claire, who had turned into an ugly daytime spirit, rushed to the Demon Hunter and howled angrily.

The visible air currents swept in, like a raging wind.

The white wolf's long flowing hair fluttered high in the wind, the clothes all over his body fluttered in the wind, the hunting sounded, and the tall grass around him shook violently in the wind, and they all fell to one side...

Although Claire was angry, she didn't use her deterrent ability, and apparently still kept her senses.

Geralt stood still, unmoving, his eyes not blinking, silently watching the enraged wraith, enduring the howls and biting winds of the other.

Perhaps sensing the white wolf's firmness, the angry demon spirit circled around him, and when he returned to front of him, he had changed back to the appearance of a woman.

"So, he's really dead?" The ethereal voice was low, and it became extremely sad, "He said that he would definitely come and take me away, and he would definitely keep his promise, I know him, and he will never commit suicide." ”

The voice of the demon spirit was extremely sad, making people involuntarily sour their noses, and at this moment everyone could feel the sadness and despair that came from the depths of her soul.

"Claire, you don't need to continue to endure such pain, tell me, where is your pendant, we can help you release from your confinement."

"Pendant, that's what you want," Claire whispered as she took off the pendant on her chest, looked at it for a moment, and put it back on.

"How did he die?" She looked up at the white wolf with teary eyes.

"We only know that he committed suicide, and the details are not very clear."

"No, he will not kill himself, Florian has said that he will put on a white wedding dress for me in the castle of the White Orchard, and marry me as his bride, and he will not break his word."

"Let's go!" After claire shouted a few words excitedly, she suddenly turned around and floated away from everyone and came to her grave, "This time, I won't hurt you, but don't come again." ”

"Claire, wake up, he can't come, tell us where the pendant is, let us help you~"

Geralt couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that there was no room for negotiation in the demon spirit's tone.

Hearing his words, Claire was visibly excited, and her ethereal body began to become more and more ethereal, her body trembled, as if she was trying to control her emotions.

"Let's go, I can't control myself anymore~" The spirit voice was pleading, but it sounded a little cold, and the temperature around it continued to rise.

"If we grant your wish, can you tell us where the pendant is?"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Huck immediately shouted loudly.

"Help me make my wish come true?"

As if she had been sedated, Claire's emotions that were about to explode were instantly soothed, the temperature quickly returned to normal, and her body no longer trembled.

"Would you really like to help me?"

She floated up to Huck and was almost face-to-face with him.

An icy aura hit his face, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few points suddenly.

The legend is not completely unreliable, and the spirit body in its normal state is really unreliable.

The demon hunter vomited in his heart, looking at the demon spirit that was almost attached to his face, and secretly complained in his heart, at this point, he could only harden his head and be a hero.

"I'll help you!"

"So, let's make a pact.

All you have to do is help me find out the true cause of his death and let him fulfill his promise, and I will tell you where the pendant is, and I will always remember your favor. ”

As she spoke, Claire drifted towards her grave, her figure becoming illusory.

"Hey, did you promise to marry you at Whitefruit Castle?"

Before she vanished, Huck asked out loud.

"Yes, in the beautiful White Orchard Castle in a white wedding dress, become his bride..."

.......

An hour later, the three of them who returned to the hotel room sat at a table and drank red wine.

This time, the white wolf also tasted the Tauson wine that he hadn't drunk for many years, and his expression was very nostalgic.

"Do you really have a way to help Claire?"

Putting down the goblet in his hand, Geralt asked the question that had been holding back in his mind.

"Of course not, you are so experienced that you don't know what to do, where can I do it?"

"Then you are still so swearing, and you look confident?"

"What else? Always have some hope, it's better than the next time we meet! ”

Puff~

The sorceress laughed, her eyebrows crooked and she smiled, "I see that you haven't been with Geralt for long, and you have been spoiled by him, I have never seen you like this before, your face is not red and your heart is not beating, and you lie seriously." ”

Geralt was stunned, thinking that I would not carry this pot, but seeing that women were not like reasonable people, he wisely did not open his mouth to refute.

"Since this mission has reached a dead end again, why don't we get rid of the griffon first!"

He thought about it for a moment, decided to divert the subject, and drew everyone's attention to another task.

Tomilla said that not far east of Hofer Heights there was a large lake, and where the water was deep, we could see the rhama grass we needed in the deepest part.

It's too late to go to-day, so let's divide up the work and prepare tomorrow morning, meet at the inn at noon, and finish the griffon in the afternoon. ”

"How is the division of labor?" Huck nodded, looking at the white wolf.

"Now there are two things that need to be prepared, one is to prepare the bait, and the other is to find a suitable ambush site and at the same time prepare the combat supplies that are needed.

So I thought so, Huck, you go find the rhamnoa tomorrow morning, I'll make two bottles of high-grade blended animal oil, and then I'll go and determine the ambush location.

Emily, I need to use the alchemy tools in your magic tent, and I need your help to help me. ”

Hearing that she wanted to help herself, the sorceress pursed her lips and wanted to object, but when she saw Huck's gaze, she nodded unconsciously, and then came to her senses and glared at the young witcher fiercely.

"Okay!" Geralt stood up and walked out the door, "It's not early, rest early, we have to be busy tomorrow!" ”

"Wait, I have something to ask you" Seeing Huck also get up and walk out, the sorceress immediately stopped him.

The white wolf didn't look back, walked out briskly as if he hadn't heard it, and closed the door by the way.

"I'm curious, since you know where the Baron is hiding, why don't you just tell the Man in Black?"

Once Huck was sitting down again, Emily leaned forward, stared at the witcher and asked:

"Also, you can use your stealth ability to harvest those robbers from a distance, why do you risk a melee attack?"

Listening to the sorceress's question, the young witcher smiled bitterly.

"Although the Baron's forces are now doing the work of bandits, they are known to the outside world as the Temerian White Orchard Resistance Army.

It still has a great influence both locally and throughout the North.

I can help the Nilfgaard hunt monsters, but helping them wipe out the armies of the north is another matter.

And it's the baron who has an enmity with me, it's a personal vendetta, and it has nothing to do with those little soldiers..."

"You're as simple as ever!"

Emily blinked, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering a few times, like a smile in her eyes.

"It's good that I'm here, otherwise what would you do?"

"Are you merely derogatory?"

"Guess!"