Walking out of the round tower, John pondered.

"Something is wrong, nine out of ten is wrong."

He came to Marika and led his horse.

"Ever since I killed the bear, it seems to have gotten weird."

Originally, he thought of it as a point in time, similar to the effect of a meditation basin.

But the wizard's words just now made John a little more suspicious.

Curse of the Black Sun?

Lilit, the evil goddess of the night?

These are things that were not available in the wizarding world before.

He was sure of that.

Not to mention anything else, the Black Sun Curse, if it really exists, then it is definitely recorded in the history of magic.

But John doesn't remember this history.

"If it's not the memory of the past world, then where am I now?"

Taking Polo away, Mariga didn't catch up.

John drew his sword and stared at the four runes on it.

Or is it that the witcher's trials sent him to a different world.

"Crossing?" Muttering, John still hasn't sold the bearskin.

He was a little unsure, could he really wear it again?

After walking some distance, he decided to complete the trial first.

Encountering magical creatures in the town is unlikely, and John simply prepares to leave.

Out of the city, he mounted his horse and ran towards the forest outside.

And his departure has also attracted the attention of some people.

Among them, there is the woman who was cursed by the black sun.

Furry.

...

In the forest, John searched for a while, apparently because of the demons in the forest.

There are no other magical creatures in the vicinity.

It was John, who was a little hungry because he had been robbed of a plate of venison in the morning.

Dismounting to the edge of the stream, John uses magic to blow up the fish in the water.

Grabbed two of them and put them on, lit the flame, and he had to barbecue in the field again.

He sat down, and a man came out of the woods.

It was Frei, who came to John.

"You want to buy bearskins?" John said without looking up.

Frei chuckled and replied, "Did you see that wizard in the morning?" ”

John picked up the grilled fish and blew it, and said casually, "You're quite well-informed, and that guy is afraid of you." ”

"I used to be a princess, did he tell you?" Fleur sat down next to John and picked up another grilled fish.

"He sent men into the woods to kill me, and I killed the hunter with my mother's brooch."

The grilled fish is not sprinkled with any seasoning, but it is fresh.

Perhaps because of the environment here, there is no fishy smell to eat, but there is a meaty aroma.

Frey sucked on her fingers with the flesh of the fish, and said in a calm tone, "His people have defiled me. ”

John looked up at Free, her expression as calm as if she had eaten a few pieces of venison in the morning.

"Snatch my stuff and let me go." Frey looked up to meet John's gaze, "Turned me from a princess to a curse." ”

"In order not to starve, I chose to steal, and in order not to be killed, I chose to kill."

She looked at John and told him about the past: "I want revenge, kill him." ”

John could feel that Frie was approaching him with purpose.

That's why he chose to leave Marika at the tavern.

"You want me to help you kill the wizard?" John put down the grilled fish and shook his head, "That's your business. ”

"It's the lesser of two evils," said Frei, firmly, "and he's looking for you to kill me." ”

She said with hatred: "I had a bright future, but because of the curse of the black sun and him, it was all gone. ”

"The queen of another kingdom celebrates her first victory, and I'm here to explain to you that I'm not a monster!"

As much as she wanted to be calm, the ups and downs of her voice betrayed her.

"I will bleed when my finger is injured, my stomach hurts when I eat too much, I laugh when I am happy, and I curse when I am angry," she said with hatred, "If someone hurts me, I will take revenge, and I want to kill him." ”

Wanting answers from John, or finding a sense of identity, she asked, "People say you're a monster, what if they come to you?" ”

"Attacking you, you don't kill them?"

"How do you know I didn't kill?"

John asked rhetorically, causing Frey's emotions to froze.

John shook his head and said lightly, "You make your own choice, you don't need to ask me." ”

He turned and walked away.

If Frei knew someone named Tom Riddle, then she would.

The young demon hunter in front of him is such a retribution-seeing.

Actually, he doesn't quite fit the teachings of the witchers.

The witcher kills monsters and does not get involved in politics.

And John was not, the prestige of the second king of the wizarding world was accompanied by bones hidden in the dirt of the garden.

After walking some distance, John found a place to start his own wilderness again.

There's a wizard in the city, and he doesn't want to go there and join in the fun.

Find a place to make a campfire, John sighed.

"Ate my venison and ate my fish." He was melancholy.

I didn't eat it in the morning, so I finally grilled two fish. 33

As a result, one was eaten.

I'm starting to miss Daphne's meal a little.

Although I don't know what the taste is, the texture is still very peculiar.

But at least it can feed itself, instead of thinking about where to grab something to eat now.

...

Frey is here again.

She looked at John's side face and suddenly asked, "Do you believe in fate?" ”

Destiny?

John paused, thinking of Harry.

Speaking of which, he personally destroyed Harry's fate, or was arranged.

Frey walked over and sat down, and John moved, but still didn't get up and leave.

"I've decided that I'm going to get out of here tomorrow."

John was stunned.

If you leave, you leave, what's the matter with me?

I'm not the mayor.

Also, I remember we only met in the morning, and we haven't had a full 24-hour meal until now.

Not that familiar, really.

But Furry didn't seem to think so, and she had been paying attention to the witcher in front of her since she entered the city.

She tilted her head and raised her hand as if to keep warm, but she quietly approached John and said, "When I was a child, my mother would poke my forehead with her finger. ”

"She'd say she'd be willing to spend a silver coin to find out what's going on in my head."

John didn't want to know what was going on in her head, but he was thinking about whether or not to catch two fish again.

The fish tastes pretty good.

When he came back to his senses, a hand was gently caressing his cheek.

What caught my eye was the rippling eyes of the autumn water.

John decisively turned his head sideways, leaving Freie stunned.

Her hand deflected and seemed to be persistent, and John ducked again.

Now Frei was a little annoyed.

The atmosphere is here, what are you hiding?

There is dry wood, there is fire.

I'll bring my own wine, and the people will be right next to you.

Frei stared at John, asking him to give him an explanation.

John didn't know why.

No, we've only known each other for less than a day.

What do you mean by that?

"I like you, Adani." There seemed to be infinite tenderness in Frity's eyes, and she confessed directly.

John was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Frei said with some injuries: "You dislike me for being a monster? ”

"It's not."

"Is that someone you like?"

"It's not."

"Am I not pretty enough?"

"Not really."

John didn't eat the oil and salt, and Frey was a little crazy and said, "Why is that? ”

"Because I'm only fifteen years old, I'm underage." John said very sincerely.

"How old?"

Frey stared blankly at John.

Looking at the black cloak on his body, he showed an angular handsome face.

A few white hairs with the color of moonlight can be faintly visible on the black hair.

The blood and ferocity that came from the slaughter added a wild atmosphere to John.

Between the eyebrows and eyes is the ruthlessness of killing decisively.

But if you look closely, there seems to be a faint childishness on that handsome face.

You tell me you're underage?

Westerners generally like to be more mature, but John, because of his temperament and dress, hides all those immaturity.

Frei smiled reluctantly, "Are you kidding? ”

"No," said John, "after a while I will be sixteen. ”

Frity: "...... you told me that I'm flirting with a little boy right now?"

And almost rolled with people?

When I was so serious, I was asking a child who was less than sixteen years old?

"I need to calm down." Frey covered her face with her hands.

John said you are free.

After a while, Frei perked up.

What's so bad about being young?

Isn't that a plus?

She looked at John, hesitated, and said seriously, "I don't mind. ”

"I mind, thank you."

John's merciless answer made Frity's smile stiffen.

Polo arched his head at John, signaling that it was hungry.

Let this awkward atmosphere fade a little.

Frey took a deep breath and said, "I'll leave tomorrow." ”

"Hope to see you again, Adani."

Her voice disappeared into the forest, and the person was already far away.

...

Some people died, but not completely......