In Baron Philip's mind, there were only three things.

Family, family, family.

How to get my daughter back, how to get my wife back.

He, a middle-aged man, had lost all the ambitions of his youth, and all that was left was this desire.

"Where's Anna?" He asked again.

"Do you know Lady Woods?" Harry asked him.

The baron's face changed slightly: "Old witch? ”

Harry nodded.

"Ah, of course I've heard about it, the civilians have talked about it." The baron frowned, "But didn't you make it up to deceive children?" ”

"The witcher is also a legend of deceiving children." Harry's tone was calm.

The Witcher has a terrible reputation.

Unlike human appearance, which is the cause, some unscrupulous behaviors such as the Cat Sect Demon Hunters are fuels, and the stories passed on by the people are the catalyst.

Almost every little child, when he was a child, heard the story - "If you don't obey, you will be sold to the witcher".

The child is ignorant.

They have an extreme fear of being abandoned by their families, and growing up, hearing such rumors again and again, this fear spreads to witchers.

"But how could Anna be with the old witch?" The baron's brow was still furrowed.

"Because of an agreement." Harry whispered, "Your lady was pregnant, but she didn't want to give birth, so she made a pact with the old witch, and they let her have a miscarriage in exchange for staying with the old witch. ”

"Sign a contract with the old witch?" The baron's voice couldn't help but rise, "Demon Hunter, why didn't you tell me this earlier, we need to get her out as soon as possible." ”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, dissatisfied.

She was a little stressed about the insults that were going for Harry now.

"Calm down." Harry's tone was calm, "If you can't calm down, I can help you calm down." ”

The baron took a deep breath, "Witcher, I mean, I can't sit idly by and watch Anna suffer. ”

"I've heard of old witches, and they're not a good thing."

Harry nodded, "So we're going to save him now." ”

The baron clenched his fists and wandered excitedly: "I'll go and gather my men now, where is the witch in the woods?" ”

"The swamp is dangerous, and it won't help you to bring your people there." Harry shook his head.

The baron's tone was hard to suppress his excitement: "But she is my wife. ”

"Just come with us." Harry's tone was still calm, "We can deal with the old witch. ”

The baron was stunned and looked at Harry.

"The witcher is professional in this matter." Harry's face was expressionless, "You pay, I accept the commission, and I don't need anyone else to interfere." ”

The baron replied: "Of course there is no problem. ”

"Shall we leave now?"

Harry nodded.

Ciri thought of something, raised her head in horror, and looked at him: "Do you want to teleport again?" ”

Harry was right: "Of course, it's the fastest, isn't it?" ”

Ciri stood up, frowned, grabbed Harry's shoulder, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "Come on." ”

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand.

The two of them looked at the baron together.

"Do I have to catch you like that?" The Baron walked over and asked questions, only to be met with Harry's affirmative nod.

It's only halfway there.

He stopped suddenly: "Wait, I'll go and grab my sword." ”

Ciri opened his eyes: "Philip, I'm just ready." ”

The baron ran upstairs, and after a while, grabbed a sword, put on his armor, and clung to Geralt's other shoulder, as Ciri did.

Harry waved his wand.

There was a snap -

Ciri helped Harry to his feet, and the baron rolled out in a daze, falling to the ground, retching.

"No wonder Ciri is like this." He held himself on to the ground, and it took a while for him to recover. "It's a fucking two marks of horse pee that I drank as beer."

Already once, Ciri's reaction was much better than that of the baron, and she looked around: "It doesn't seem like a hunchback swamp?" ”

The humpback swamp, where the old witches lived.

"Of course not, I haven't been there." Harry shook his head, "Apparition can only let me go where I've been. ”

"It's just the closest to the old witches, and I've been."

The baron looked up: "So we still have to hurry?" ”

"Harry, you should have said a long time ago, I'm going to get some horses ready."

With a wave of his wand, Harry twisted the rocks on the ground into four horses.

The baron stared stunned.

"It doesn't need to be that much trouble." Harry rolled over his horse, "Hurry up, we might be there before dark." ”

The baron was the last to mount.

This magically made horse does not seem to be any different from the horses he has ridden before, and even because it is a magical creation, it is more obedient and stable, and it will not have any physical burden on long journeys.

Before dark, they rushed to the entrance.

A sheep's intestine trail.

In front of the swamp, there stood a rough wooden statue with all kinds of bright flowers, and the old and rotten offerings under the wood carving.

It's a shrine.

There are no mana fluctuations.

But for some reason. It gave Hermione a very uncomfortable feeling.

The sun is dim.

The trees on both sides of the road are blooming with bright red colors.

"Those don't seem to be flowers?" Hermione watched, her eyebrows furrowed.

Harry didn't speak, but raised his wand and waved it lightly.

Peacefully guarded.

A faint white light flashed and fell on them.

"The old witch is already here?" Hermione drew her wand and looked around, but there was nothing.

Harry shook his head, "Don't you feel it?" ”

Hermione twisted and looked back at the statue in the shrine, this time the discomfort was completely gone, and she frowned, a little confused, "I don't feel the magic." ”

"I've heard some rumors." The baron spoke, "The Lady of the Woods, who live in a swamp, will ask for ears as sacrifices, and those sacrificed ears will be a helping hand for them to listen to the swamp, and even to the lower Valen. ”

Hermione looked over again.

The bright red colors of the trees, all of a sudden, became clear.

Not flowers, not leaves.

It's the ears.

Strings of ears, like cherries, fell on the branches.

"So that uncomfortable feeling just now, was the old witch listening to us?" Hermione frowned.

Harry looked at Ciri, "They may not be so perceptive, they just sense the living, but they don't know who we are." ”

"Of course, even if they knew who we were, they wouldn't run away."

Ciri nodded, "I'm the blood of the ancients." ”

"The old witches tried to arrest me, and they ate my flesh and drank my blood."

"They wished I would show up, and now that they notice me, they are unlikely to leave."

Hermione was a little surprised.

Can Ancient Blood still be used like this?

(End of chapter)