The White Orchard, the Bridge of Lamentations.

"20 Copper Plates"

After inspecting the merchant's goods, the bald corporal shouted to his companion.

Hearing the shout, the footman leading the pack horse hurriedly put the tax money that had been prepared long ago on the outstretched palm of the Nilfgaard soldier in front of him.

The soldier tossed the copper coin, then simply counted it, and threw it into the wooden box behind him.

Jingling~

The crisp sound of metal coins striking made him squint pleasantly, as if he was a little intoxicated by the wonderful sound.

Seeing that the merchant was still standing in front of him with a flattering face, he immediately waved his hand and motioned for the other party to hurry up and leave without getting in the way.

The corporal who was inspecting the goods in front looked at the long queue and frowned, more and more merchants came to the White Orchard, which means that there are more and more things, which is not a good thing for the soldiers on duty.

The more people there are, the more troubles, the work of the guards is bound to be more arduous, and no one wants to be busy from morning to night every day without a rest on their feet.

Kick Kick Kick Click~

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance attracted the attention of the corporal, who looked up over the crowd and saw two fast horses approaching quickly.

Turning his head to look at the watchtower, several of his companions showed their heads, looked at them a few times, and then shrank back, and then several powerful crossbows came out.

After seeing that the watchtower was ready, he relieved himself and continued to inspect the merchant's goods in front of the checkpoint.

The sound of the horse's hooves soon approached, gradually slowing down the pace and gradually attracting everyone's attention.

The riders did not seem to intend to line up in order, but crossed the line and headed straight towards the bridgehead.

The crowd began to make a noise, and the voices grew louder and louder, and they could be heard excited.

The corporal was initially a little confused, but when he saw clearly what was hanging on the side of the saddle bag, he was startled and understood why the crowd was excited.

It was a huge head wrapped in a large piece of canvas, which looked like an eagle's head, but was much larger.

The corporal recognized at a glance what this monster was, and if he was not mistaken, it was the royal griffon that had made people panic during this time.

It is impossible to admit mistakes!

The griffon had a white spot on the upper left side of its pointed beak, a feature he would never forget in his life, and it was this guy who captured the previous squad leader and gave him a place.

The voice of the rich boy from the city of the Golden Tower, who was crying in fear at that time, still lingers in his ears from time to time.

Thinking of this, he shuddered, unconsciously took a step back, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from the monster.

Realizing that the monster was dead and that his actions were cowardly, he immediately took another step forward and returned to his original position.

At this point, the two riders lifted their hoods, revealing their faces.

The corporal immediately recognized their identities as the two witchers.

"Did you kill this griffon?"

Although he had already seen the head of the monster, the bald-headed Nilfgaard veteran couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, you don't have to worry about it anymore!"

It was the young witcher who replied, and he slapped the huge flesh wrap behind the horse, and then lifted a corner to reveal the bloody monster head.

A few curious passers-by and soldiers came over to watch, the terrifying skull was already bloody and fleshy, and a huge fishy smell rushed to the nostrils...

Although the monster was dead, the remnants of the monster's death were still there, and when they saw the appearance of the head clearly, everyone gasped in unison, and a few timid ones even took a few steps backwards with pale faces before they barely stood still.

The soldiers weren't so bad, giggling and celebrating that they didn't have to worry about the monster anymore.

After confirming that the monster was dead, the crowd was in a commotion, and the people who didn't see it behind pushed and shouted to get closer, and the scene was immediately chaotic.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the people behind him were in chaos, the corporal immediately urged, and then rushed forward with the people, stopping the swarming crowd a few meters away.

The two riders did not stop, and immediately urged their mounts and ran quickly across the stone bridge.

Seeing that they had gone away, the crowd gradually calmed down and stopped crowding, and after a long time, a voice sounded in the crowd: "Thanks to the goddess Meritelli, the monster is finally dead~"

Huck and Geralt went to the front yard of the inn, turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins to the groom.

"Feed some concentrate, replenish some water, don't take the saddle off, we're going to leave after a break~"

Geralt commanded loudly, and deliberately pointed to the package hanging on the side of the saddle bag to keep the other party from moving.

Seeing the large package that had been completely soaked in blood, black and dripping with blood drops at the same time, the groom was obviously a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded.

"Look, it's that damn griffon!"

A woman who had just walked out of the tavern door suddenly saw the loot hanging and immediately let out an exclamation.

"There, there?"

Hearing the shouts, the people in the tavern immediately rushed to the window, looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.

"I'm talking about this, it's the griffon's head, and that hateful monster is dead~"

The woman pointed to the horses being pulled into the stables and shouted, "Come and see, this is the head of the horrible griffon." ”

This time, the crowd finally figured out the situation and immediately rushed out.

Huck and Huck were startled at the frenzied crowd, and quickly hid sideways, waiting for the excited people to pour out of the tavern before walking towards the door.

"Mr. Witcher, here's a letter from you!"

A child suddenly walked up to the two and blocked their way.

"You're you again?"

Huck looked at the familiar face in front of him in surprise, wasn't this the same kid who had sent him the baron's letterhead last time?

"It's me, sir, I can't imagine you remember me!" The child looked surprised, "This time it was a letter from a bald gentleman in a yellow coat. ”

"Oh," Huck took the letter in surprise and asked, "Where is the man?" ”

"He's not here," the child shook his head, and continued, "the gentleman gave me the letter and left, and he asked me to tell you that it was an old friend's greeting." ”

Grabbing a handful of copper coins and placing them in the child's hand, Huck looked at the letterhead in his hand after watching him thank him and run out of the courtyard as quickly as he could.

The paper, which had been folded in half several times, had no mark on it, except for one sentence: 'Florian did not die by suicide!' ’

Seeing the message on the paper clearly, the two looked at each other in surprise.

Clearly, the person leaving the message seems to be well aware of their recent movements, and even understands their possible next course of action.

Who the hell is this?

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Since they couldn't guess the answer for the time being, they didn't bother, and after putting away the letterhead, they continued to walk towards the door.

"Mr. Witcher, did you kill that griffon?" Elsa, the innkeeper at the door, stood at the door with an excited face, "Thank you so much! ”