Harry looked at Ciri, his eyes sharpened, "Eyes and ears of the wild hunt? ”

Ciri nodded.

"The kind that can directly connect with Wild Hunt?" Harry asked.

Ciri replied for him: "Of course, Illerys, do you know him?" ”

"The commander?" Harry's voice went deep.

Ciri nodded again.

Elleris, an elite warrior, is the commander of the Wild Hunt and a henchman of Aritin.

He's strong.

Powerful enough that he often becomes the protagonist of Geralt's nightmares, piloting the demonic ship known as "Nagilfa" to descend.

"Is he still in Willen?" Harry whispered, "Will it still be there?" ”

Ciri shook his head: "I don't know, but Avalac said that Illerius is a person who can easily sink into carnal desires, and wine is the most inseparable thing in his life." ”

"And the old witch flattered him, and provided him with many things he needed."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

So.

It is for this reason that Anna is targeted by the old witches?

"There's a chance and she'll show up." Ciri clenched her glass.

"What chance?" Harry asked.

Ciri took a deep breath: "Witch Night." ”

Well?

It was the first time Harry had heard the word.

"In Willen, the old witch is called the Lady of the Forest." Ciri said patiently, "Every year they have a big party on Bald Tree Mountain. ”

"Local residents receive an invitation that cannot be denied."

"Not only humans, but many creatures, especially female Daredevils, are the most popular."

"The old witch would select three of the most beautiful guests from among these visitors and take them to the mountain, both men and women. By the end of the night, they will lose their memories of that night, leaving only a vague, beautiful impression, as if they had been given a new lease of life. ”

The cause and effect are there, so what is the result of these three beautiful men and women. Go without saying.

Illerius feasted on them.

And forget their memories.

It's a crime!

Harry was expressionless: "It seems that his tastes are somewhat unique, can he be both male and female?" ”

Ciri spread his hands: "Even if Elleris is summoned back by Aretin, he will not miss this opportunity, and Ayn-El will not give him such a chance to indulge." ”

"It's a great opportunity." Harry whispered, "But Ciri, do you know what time it's outside?" ”

Ciri was stunned and frowned: "When I was sent to Misty Island, it was already autumn. ”

"At this time, there are still two months left at the end of the year." Harry shook his head, "It's been so long to wait for the Witches' Night to come, to try your luck and bet on a chance that Elleris might or may not come."

It's not realistic.

Ciri shook her head.

Time does not permit.

She raised her hand and rubbed her face, unlike she had been before she had been hiding in the Isle of Mist.

Before that, I needed time to hide, to escape the hunt.

Available now. Harry said they had the power to deal with the Wild Hunt, and that there was a Dark Wizard who wanted to master the power of the White Frost and joined forces with the Wild Hunt, even if they weren't all in one side. This means that you need to cut through the mess quickly and deal with these troubles that you have the ability to solve as soon as possible.

Wait two months?

It's been too long.

"Alright, then we'd better go back first," Ciri thought, shaking her head helplessly.

With a wave of his wand, Harry tucked Calanhill back into his hat, "No, why go back?" ”

"Perhaps, we can't wait for the Witches' Night Party, but that doesn't mean we don't have a chance."

If it was just a regular Wild Hunt officer, Harry would approve of the idea of going back.

But. That's Illerys.

He already had a Calanhill in his possession, the Navigator had lost his leader, and after capturing an Illerys, the Hunt Knights had lost their leader. Aredin lost his right-hand man.

That's where it comes in.

Hermione poked him lightly in the waist.

Harry took her hand, "Don't worry, I won't use the Imperius Curse." ”

Hermione gripped back.

Ciri covered her eyes: "Harry, now is not the time to fall in love. ”

"We're going to go back to Temoria."

"Do you need me to open the portal for you?"

Harry stood up: "I'd better come, we can land precisely on the baron's house, or even on his table." ”

Cillie became odd: "I don't think it's a fun experience for the baron. ”

"He should agree with you." Harry nodded.

Hermione waved her wand and expertly put things away, and Ciri's eyes were quick to grab another piece of dessert.

"Put your hand on my shoulder." Harry reminded Ciri, "Hold on, don't let go. ”

He held out his hand to Hermione, and the two of them held it.

Ciri grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly.

He waved his wand lightly.

A few dwarfs next to them flopped and struggled, making as many noises as they could.

Don't leave!

There's still someone here, alive!

"I almost forgot about you." Harry glanced over, his wand pointing at him.

The four dwarfs guarding the sleeping princess were unrestrained, and they screamed in terror.

In their shouting.

Harry waved his wand, snapped, and vanished.

Crow's Nest.

The baron sat in the room, staring at the empty bottle in front of him, his hands on his drooping cheeks, and he was proud and proud that he had been abstaining from alcohol for a whole day and sixteen hours!

There was a soft snap.

The baron looked up in surprise: "Demon hunter, you should be polite. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Harry was right, and looked at the wine bottle on the table after landing on the ground, "Just finished drinking?" ”

Ciri rubbed his head and crouched down in pain, "Harry, you should have spoken to me, my God, is this your teleportation spell?" It's so painful! ”

Much more painful than the warlocks' teleportation spells.

The world was spinning, and I felt like my intestines were eating my stomach.

"No, I'm quitting drinking, I haven't touched alcohol for a day." The baron slapped the table and shouted, "This is, Ciri?" You found Ciri? ”

"Yes, Philip." Ciri looked up, "I've been found." ”

The Baron looked at Harry in surprise.

But that question, he didn't dare to spit out of his mouth.

He was so much rejected that he was afraid to ask a question, and the reply that came out of Harry's mouth was still a rejection.

"Baron, we should talk about how much I need to be paid for getting your wife out." Harry whispered.

The baron was even more pleasantly surprised: "Now that I finally have time?" ”

"Witcher, whatever you want, no matter how much, I can give it to you."

Harry didn't speak, just raised his hand and clenched his fist, except for his little finger.

"You just sold it to me, how about seven hundred crowns?" The baron immediately understood what Harry meant, gasped, and subconsciously bargained.

Harry said, "If it's a krona, it's eight hundred and five." ”

"Deal." The baron replied, "As long as I can save Anna, I have no problem." ”

"So, where's Anna?"

(End of chapter)