Gerd was scouting ahead and hurried back half an hour later.

He was so excited that he began to gesture from afar. When he came to the crowd, he did not report the situation immediately, but pinched his nose and blew it vigorously, making a loud sound comparable to a shepherd's horn.

"Don't scare away your prey."

Geralt roared under his breath, but the little gray-haired girl beside him didn't seem to resent the rudeness.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Geralt had little of any fristling or hostility towards Gerd.

In fact, he was very committed to this man of the bear school, who found him hundreds of miles away, sent him letters, and accompanied him to pick up people.

Even though Gerd said it was for their mutual friend, Geralt was still grateful to him.

It's just that this guy Gede doesn't look like another bear school he knows at all, can't he control his uninhibited attitude towards life?

- They're on the run!

"There's a settlement up ahead," Ged said disapprovingly in response to Geralt's low growl, wiping his fingers with the hem of his composite robes.

"It's in a clearing. Three wooden houses, a barn, and a few small houses made of mud and straw...... There was a dog running around in the yard and the chimney was smoking. Someone is cooking, it's cereal porridge with milk. ”

"You went into the kitchen?" Dandrion laughed, "And peeked at the rice pot?" Otherwise, how do you know it's cereal? ”

Dandrien, the famous poet of the North, was the kind of 'famous' that no one could say a word of dissatisfaction with singing at the king's feast, and would receive the king's personal thanks.

He wore a heron feather in his elegant and fashionable soft cloth hat and wore a flamboyant cherry-red tight-fitting waistcoat and breeches.

Generally speaking, he should also be covered in perfume, and his beard and sideburns should be neatly groomed. In this way, they have the opportunity to sleep with their wives or daughters after singing for the nobles.

But now, even the conspicuous cherry-red dress has been covered up by a lot of dirt into an indescribably strange color.

When Gerd found Geralt, the famous poet was traveling with his best friend who was a witcher.

This is something that Geralt and Dandrion are not unfamiliar with, in fact, all of Dandrien's poems about witchers were written when he traveled with Geralt.

Because of this, Geralt of [White Wolf] Livia can be called the most famous witcher in the world.

So on this journey to pick up the child of destiny, the poet naturally rushed to follow.

Even before they had even crossed the borders of Sintra, Dandrion had already set three or four themes for the new poems.

Unfortunately, just as Dandrion had chosen a fifth theme for his poems, the Nilfgaard called.

So the trip to pick up people turned into a flight to escape the war.

Fortunately, perhaps there is really a guide of fate, and they still found the [White Wolf] Son of Destiny.

"Don't underestimate me, poet."

There was a crack under Gede's beard, and there were yellowed teeth and bad breath inside.

His beard, which he had shaved as soon as he had grown, had now become a beard, and it quickly became a dreadlock under poor hygiene.

"It's winter and the smell doesn't spread well. But I'm not sure about anything else, but I'm holding the aroma of the food! ”

"But!" Geralt's deep, steady voice followed with emphasis, "Doesn't this seem even more abnormal?" ”

"What's not right? Cereal sounds good, I'd love to try it. Little Ciri must miss the taste of milk cereal too, right? ”

Dandrion winked at the little girl with rat gray hair.

But the originally lively and cheerful little girl just responded with an ordinary smile at this time. No quips, no tomboy-like energy, just smiled.

Dandrion knew in his heart that the tragedy in the city of Sintra had been heard, and he felt trembling even if he said a word about that scene.

This little girl who was 'energetic' in Geralt's mouth, after experiencing all that firsthand, can barely smile now, which is already a sign of her extraordinary strength.

"Geralt was actually right." "Also," said Ged, "be quiet, Dandrien, it's not time to write poetry." ”

"If there's milk in the cereal, it's a cow. As long as he sees the black smoke of war, a farmer will flee into the forest with his cows. But why didn't the peasants run away? That's why I didn't act rashly, but rushed back to discuss it together. ”

He said 'let's talk about it', but Gerd was clearly just staring at Geralt, waiting for the wolf school to come up with him.

Ciri's little brain melon is very good, but it's a pity that she is still affected by emotions, and she is not a big person.

Dandrion is simply an unscored.

In the end, the sound of intestinal peristalsis in Geralt's stomach still deflected the scales of weighing.

"Still. Check it out. Geralt wiped his face and said.

"In this year, you have to seize every opportunity to get food, or you will die a stupid death."

So the four of them began to advance under the guidance of Gerd.

Upon arriving at the place, they found that Gede's description was quite accurate.

There's a clearing, cleared up.

In the middle of the clearing there were indeed three wooden houses, a barn and a few thatched huts. There was a large patch of mud in the farmhouse's yard that was so wet that it reflected the moonlight.

Around the houses and a small untended field was a crumbling fence in which a dirty dog barked. Smoke rises from the roof of one of the wooden houses, lazily drifting over the straw-paved roof.

"This smoke smells great." The poet poked his nose upwards in intoxication, "Especially after my nose has become accustomed to the disgusting smell of war, the smell of firewood for cooking rice seems somewhat poetic at this moment." ”

In the end, the four of them decided that Gerd and Dandrion would negotiate to see if they could buy something, or change something.

Geralt hides behind to prevent accidents and watches over Ciri.

In these chaotic years, even if you buy and sell things, you have to be prepared to pull out the knife the next moment.

Gerd and Dandrion cautiously left the bushes and walked towards the houses. They walked slowly, looking around carefully.

The dog smelled them, barked wildly, and ran up and down the yard, completely ignoring the poet's reassurance and whistling.

The door to the cabin opened. Geralt raised the crossbow and pulled the string in a smooth motion, but immediately lowered it.

A short, slender girl with long braids rushed out the door. She waved her arms and shouted something. Gerd spread out his hands and replied aloud, and the girl continued to shout.

Geralt could hear the shouting, but the night wind was howling and he couldn't hear what she was shouting.

Gerd and Dandrien, who were closer, apparently heard her, and they immediately turned around and hurried back to the bushes. Geralt raised his crossbow again, turning his body in search of a target.

Among them, Gede walked calmly, but Dandrion said something unpleasant, he ran and gasped like a dead dog.

"Smallpox!"

Dandrion shouted.

"There's a plague here!"

"Oh, the gods." Geralt lowered his crossbow and muttered.

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