Rann rode Popai, while Geralt rode a mare named Turnip.

When they came out of Hamm, they prepared to go to the lake to find the hapless Sir Fisnet, and then get credible information directly from him.

A single source of information will inevitably lead to incomplete intelligence, but the rest is the scope of service that the witcher should bother with, so there is nothing to complain about.

Lan's trip was not urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have left the portal and ridden his horse. The old witcher named 'Viselmir' was commissioned by the king.

It's normal for a mission of this level to take months.

Instead of rushing over now, it is better to learn from the famous [White Wolf] in front of you, and maybe you can let him be a middleman after a while.

With an intermediary to speak, the opportunity to study in the castle of the Wolf School is secure.

The more the horse's hooves move in the direction of the lake, the deeper the footprints will be left when they step on the ground.

The mud dots were picked up by the horses' hooves and splashed onto the hem of their cloaks.

Even if the two are on horseback, they still maintain a distance that will not let each other misunderstand.

Not far away, not close, belongs to a strange but familiar distance.

Geralt had always been wary of a Bear Sect witcher who had slaughtered more than 200 humans in one night.

Rann fully understood his concerns, and maintained a silent understanding of distance between the two.

"Do you know where the sir is often? The lake is small, but it's not easy to find a cormorant, even if it's wearing a nettle shirt. ”

Rann controls the horse's speed, and Popai's pedigree is significantly better than that of the mare named Turnip.

Geralt straightened her milky white hair, which had been tossed into a mess by the wind.

"If you ask, just follow along."

Soon after, the two stopped on the edge of a tidal flat by a lake. A small table was set up on the muddy mud with a few rocks, and on top of it were dried fish scales and blood.

I think it was the place where Miss Eliza fed her brother.

Geralt methodically took out two fresh fish and put them on, then took the turnip and stood with Lanne.

The young witcher watched with relish, and this was the first time he had seen with his own eyes how a normal witcher should work.

As Bolton took him with him, the pre-assignment became more and more perfunctory, because he had an apprentice who could share the risk with him.

The wind on the lake lowered the reeds, and two men and two horses stood on the blown reeds on a tidal flat.

It seems that the waiting is a little boring, and the atmosphere in which neither of them speaks is also embarrassing.

So Lan En reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of cards.

Geralt had been staring at him as he was digging into his pocket, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Gwent, a popular dwarven card game."

Lane gestured to Geralt.

"Can I give you a little bit, do you want to try it out? It's time-saving. ”

The young witcher saw the opposite lip twitch, and seemed to be a little moved. Then he clasped his hands to his chest and showed obvious resistance.

"No, forget it. IMHO, we're not familiar enough to send things to each other. ”

"Okay, you have the final say."

Lan En is also not obsessed, he shuffles the cards by himself to pass the time.

But with the sound of the cards jumping, Geralt turned his head and wrapped his hands around his chest, his fingers beginning to tap on his arms.

This situation made Lan En's eyes narrow slightly.

Okay, old gambling dog!

When you hear the sound of cards, your hands itch even if you haven't played them.

Lan's shuffle didn't last long, and the two of them looked towards somewhere in the sky at the same time.

The sound of birds flapping their wings is coming from there.

Cormorants, which have always looked a lot clumsier than ordinary cormorants, flew from low altitudes.

Under the gaze of the two of them, they skillfully stopped at the small stone table and swallowed two fresh fish in three or two bites.

A puddle of guano was left along the way.

Geralt, who was about to walk forward, stopped when he saw this.

Pooping on the table where you eat. The curse is truly terrifying.

The body of the birds made it impossible for them to control their excretion, and in fact, the cormorant himself looked at the puddle below him, and did not move for a long time.

Then, as if suddenly furious, he screamed and fluttered.

Lan looked at the cormorant with pity.

When he heard that Sir Fisnet used to be a big man as strong as an ox, he was absolutely about to collapse when such a person could not even control his stool.

But the work had to be done, and they came here to turn it back into human.

"Fisnet?"

As if he hadn't seen anything, Geralt stepped forward and calmly inquired about the cormorant in his nettle shirt.

This is the best way to deal with other people's embarrassing moments.

The thunderous cormorant quacked a few times, then calmed down and nodded.

Normally, this kind of emotional change can be very complex and exciting on people's faces.

But the bird's face doesn't have so many small muscles that can be used to react to emotions, so in front of the two of them, it is still a cormorant that looks dumbfounded.

Geralt briefly describes the process and purpose of being hired by King Evel, and shows the parchment with the seal on it to prove that he is not the one who came to catch him and sell it for money.

There are many such people, and a nobleman-turned-waterfowl is a good collector's item and can fetch a high price.

Lan nodded from behind him and asked Mentos to take notes of the lesson.

Spell solving is a difficult thing to do, and the person who solves the curse has to not only face the curse that has already taken shape and the caster who does not want the curse to disappear, but also find a way to deal with the pathological insecurity caused by the cursed person's long-term fear.

Geralt showed Rann how an old witcher with a good job could do things from scratch.

The King's Seal gave Geralt a trustworthy role, and when he retrieved the parchment and questioned him again, Cormorant behaved much more aggressively.

"I'm going to ask you a key question first, is the person who cursed you a witch?"

Speaking of this, the cormorant involuntarily let out a high-pitched call.

Geralt was unmoved, clasping his hands on his chest with a cold expression, watching the waterfowl jump up and down.

"Given the way you express it, the only information I can take is nodding and shaking my head. So sir, don't let anger delay you from turning back into a human. Give me a sane, unbiased and hateful answer – is she a witch? ”

"Gah! Rattle! ”

Eventually, the cormorant shook his head from side to side, and the conversation continued

After Geralt's initial questioning, the cormorant flew away.

He also returned to the side of the turnip, and turned on his horse. Naturally, Lan En followed.

"You make me feel like I'm taking an apprentice. The Wolf School has not had an apprentice for a long time. ”

The young man has no say in this kind of topic that the old people lament about the past, so he can only look away and ask for professional knowledge.

"You seem to have asked a lot of intimate questions just now, is it useful?"

"I need to make sure what the relationship between the two of them is, what kind of feelings they have for each other. When the curse was issued, was the woman greedy for the property? Or is it a resentment of being let down by a loved one? Or is it pure anger? Curses emitted from different moods will affect the effect of the curse. ”

"But this thing is too subjective, and our Sir Fisnet will think that his female companion does not love him in love?"

"So, we still have a lot of work to do."

Geralt glanced at Lan, who seemed to be taking his memory seriously.

"Tomorrow, he'll take us around the place where he and the woman had a tryst. Let's see what kind of curse this is. ”

"That's when he's busy."

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