The outcasts looked at Hermione with blank eyes.

Involuntarily moved his steps and swarmed towards her.

Twilight was dreary.

They didn't see what Harry and Hermione looked like.

But it was vague, and the smell almost pierced the night.

A young, clean girl who looks like she has little experience in life.

He was also followed by a young boy.

The boy didn't look easy to mess with.

But. Unimportant.

They are obviously the kind of aristocratic children who come out alone to play and see the world, even if the boy is not easy to provoke, but the men and women who fall in love, as long as one party shows even a trace of weakness, as a community, they will be weak, and weak young people are best handled.

Just hug her thighs and you'll be able to pass this level.

Wanderers hyenas in general.

Hermione looked at them and pulled out her wand.

Before coming to this world, she had naively thought that these people were honest, duty, or at least kind.

But not now.

Harry had said that you can't trust people in this world easily.

It is not uncommon for them to be stabbed in the back when they are delivering a mission, and it is easy to encounter such a thing during the long journey of the witcher, whether it is he, Geralt, or Viselmir, they have experienced it, and more than once.

A considerable number of these seemingly non-threatening people are cunning, even vicious.

Especially the people who desperately want to escape from Willen and go to a safer place.

There's nothing you can't do in order to survive.

Among the people who came running, there was a bright look in their eyes.

Hermione could see it clearly.

It's greed, it's excitement, it's the look you look at your prey—or the kind of prey that is injured and looks like it's destined to run away.

The "prey" they think is themselves.

"Stand down." She stopped.

But the homeless people didn't listen to her, and they didn't think so, what threat could a young woman with a small wooden stick have?

Hermione didn't hesitate.

With a flick, recite the incantation.

"There are many obstacles!"

A circle of invisible obstacles blocked their rushing path.

Then his wrist flicked.

"The flames are blazing!"

A circle of orange flames jumped out, drawing a line of flame in front of the group of outcasts.

Hermione didn't say anything more.

Standing beside the horses through the low wall of fire, staring straight at the group.

"She, she's a sorceress." A man's voice was frightened.

Harry looked back.

The flames turned his amber double pass into a dazzling gold.

"And the witchers." The crowd was even more frightened.

Damn it

It looks so easy to bully, how can it be such a two-person person.

They were frightened, they moved their steps, and some of them could not control their expressions and began to look further ahead.

"Put away the news in your head, Remy." Harry spoke slowly, calling out the probe's name.

When his name was called, he was even more frightened: "You, do you know me?" ”

Harry shook his head, "No, but you can't hide anything from me. ”

He snapped his fingers.

The horses turned into stones and fell back into his hands, and the flames wriggled and became petrified chickens and snakes, entrenched at his feet.

"Remy, there's a witch hunter up ahead, and you want to report our tracks to him in exchange for a grant to Novigre?" Harry continued, "And Apu, Jutka, and Mike."

His eyes swept over.

Gaze at one person after another, pronounce their names accurately, and read out their inner thoughts.

They were even more frightened.

"Don't do anything unwise and ask for trouble, okay?" Harry whispered, "We can't be stopped by just a few Redania soldiers guarding the bridge, and those witch hunters. ”

"Or."

"Do you think you can run away after telling the whistle?"

He beckoned, and the flame shrank into a small ball and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Honorable witcher, we swear not to tell anyone anything about this sorceress." A man raised his hand, his voice trembling.

Others have complied.

Harry looked at one by one, his gaze pausing at one person, "What about you, Stone?" ”

The named man looked at Harry in horror.

"You don't seem willing to make that promise." Harry whispered, flames flying in his hands, "I don't think I'll let you keep this secret forever?" ”

The man with a cunning face shook his head in horror: "No, no, no, no, respected Demon Hunter, I swear, I won't reveal it." ”

In the beginning, they still had the idea of yin and yang.

But now, I don't dare to have any more.

This witcher is terrifying enough to peek into their inner thoughts.

Harry waved his hand.

The crowd of birds and beasts quickly faded away and retreated back into their wagon tents.

"Looks like you're starting to adapt to the world." Harry whispered.

Hermione shook her head, pursed her lips, and her tone was a little self-reproachful: "I'm still inexperienced, shouldn't I have cast a spell just now?" ”

Harry led her forward, "No, it's the best way to scare them. ”

"It's just that the next place we're going to is Novigre."

"It's the place most affected by the Eternal Flame, that sect is extremely hostile to warlocks and inhuman races, and finding Ciri is the most important thing, and it would be a waste of time to clash with them before then."

"Shall I go back and make up for the Oblivion Spell then?" Hermione thought thoughtfully.

Harry shook his head, "No. ”

"I used the Regent to confirm their thoughts just now, and those people don't have the guts."

"Magic can also be used generously."

"I've got a month's worth of compound potion in my sorting hat, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Skeeter, and even Professor Trelawney, you name it."

They walked on the bridge.

Several witch hunters sitting on the bridge saw Harry and spat unceremoniously.

There were also soldiers who scolded and spoke disrespectfully.

Hermione frowned.

Harry was unmoved, and the familiarity even made him feel a little warm.

Wait until the end of the bridge.

"Stop." A Redania soldier stepped forward, "No traffic here. ”

Harry pulled out two passes from his robe and handed them over.

"Witcher?" Suspicious, the Redania soldier took the two passes and double-checked, "It doesn't look like a fake." ”

He glanced at Hermione again.

The voice couldn't help but become softer: "Looks like you've taken a good commission, Demon Hunter." ”

"Well, you're allowed to pass."

He waved his hand, and the door behind the bridge opened.

Harry led Hermione through the outpost, and when he walked out, he re-shaped his horse and headed for Novigre.

"They don't like you just because you're a witcher?" Hermione sat behind Harry, hugging his waist and looking back at the outpost, puzzled.

(End of chapter)