Willen is littered with swamps, puddles, and lakes.

Therefore, when the strong wind blows before the heavy rain, the wind will stir up the deposited water, and then the smell of dirt and mud in the water will drift into the air.

As a result, even the rain in Willen looked stickier and more uncomfortable than in other places.

Lane and Belengar set out in the morning, stopping a little along the way to eat.

The physical endurance of the witchers allows them not to worry about grinding the roots of their thighs from riding horses for long periods of time.

And in the middle, they were lucky enough to meet an inland river boat.

Belengar didn't care about the net worth of three or five yuan now, so he directly paid double the fare, and stopped the boat halfway for a while.

Lan En rode the unicorn and followed from a distance.

So with this kind of moving efficiency, it only took the two of them one day to travel from Goth Willen, in the far west of Willen, to the area close to the center.

"I remember there was a hotel built at the crossroads."

Belengar said, pointing to the intersection ahead.

"In front of the intersection is a village called Mobleydale, and there is a hanged ghost tree in front of the village."

"The Hanging Ghost Tree?" Lan asked curiously, "Is it some kind of tree that has been cursed or magically turned into a monster?" ”

"Nope." Belengar shrugged blandly.

"Because it grows tall and strong, and its branches are luxuriant, it is often used as gallows by lords."

"The bodies of prisoners are sometimes dangled from branches for days with ropes tied to them as a warning for breaking the law."

"Don't tell me, the tree is growing so well. Just the branches that are thick enough to hang people must have more than twenty. ”

The old witcher said nonchalantly, while the young witcher listened with a frown.

It's still the dark and savage magical Middle Ages.

In different world trips, Lann doesn't meddle in everything regardless of the reason and the circumstances.

For example, in the ancient Greek world in the embryonic stage of civilization, Lan En did not break into the hegemony battle between the two overlords of the Aegean Sea.

More journeys bring more insight and thinking.

Although Lan En is still unhappy to hear such things as 'hanging' and 'hanging corpses to deter crime', he is very sober: he cannot look at the current darkness in a way that is divorced from the times and productivity.

It can be regarded as the embodiment of the dialectical worldview of liberal arts students.

Lan looked down at the flannel ball sitting in his arms again, only to find that the three-flowered kitten also seemed calm in Bellingal's description. I just swallowed a little nervously.

However, it remembers that it once introduced itself as participating in the territorial struggle between different Detl ethnic groups. Then this kind of endurance shown in a cruel environment is also understandable.

When the two arrived at the hotel at the crossroads, there were already scattered raindrops falling in the heavy dark clouds in the sky.

Lan En turned over and dismounted, patted the unicorn on the side, and motioned for it to go around on its own.

Anyway, this guy definitely won't be in the stable of the hotel, so he might as well let it out. Just call it back with the magic ring in a moment.

The unicorn ran away, and it could even dive into the sea to eat kelp, which was as if it didn't exist.

Lan En had put on his hooded cloak, and Flannel Ball was out with the Kirin.

A kitten in armor is still a little too eye-catching.

Belengar tethered Popai to the hotel's stables, and walked in with Lanne.

The door made of wooden planks opened with a 'creak' because of the lack of craftsmanship.

Lan stooped down and walked inside.

The tall figure immediately frightened the people in the hotel who were looking this way.

They thought the trolls had come in.

But the neatly groomed cloak on Lan's body showed that he was a human on the journey.

The inns at the crossroads are no different from other places, except that they are more crowded and more lively than the average village tavern.

On the walls of the log are wreaths of flowers dedicated to Meritelli, and the green colors of the flowers look a little warm in the orange firelight.

There are also several hangings of garlic and onions, which are used as seasonings, and hang by the oven behind the tavern owner.

Wooden floors, wooden tables and chairs, wooden counters, and wood are the cheapest and most trouble-free building materials in Willen.

The innkeeper had just accepted a wooden plate that had been eaten clean, and the little leftovers on it were not looked back, and he reached out and fell out of the window.

Outside, the cheerful whimper of a dog could be heard.

Then he wiped the soup from the wooden plate with a rag and placed it under the counter, which was considered to be cleaned.

The innkeeper's eyes glanced at Belengar and Lanne, then lowered his head, his hands busy again.

Although both witchers were now wearing hooded cloaks, the sharp-eyed boss still saw the clasp on the cloak, which was responsible for fastening the collar.

Buckle of sterling silver!

Silently, the boss raised the price of the things in his store in his heart.

"First round?"

Belengar walked over to the counter and turned to Rann in question. The young witcher nodded.

Then Belengar then said to the boss, "Let's have two strong drinks first." ”

A small wooden cup large enough to hold was placed on the table, rye vodka was poured on it, and the two witchers drank it all in a casual manner.

This regular liquor is too much for the witcher. If you really want to get drunk, you have to pour a lot of it, or you have to add some 'ingredients' to the wine.

After a round of drinking, Belengar began to order food as he looked at the ingredients hanging behind the innkeeper.

This kind of small restaurant in the village, don't expect to have a regular menu, and it is the norm to watch what ingredients are made casually.

"Roast us a chicken, and rabbit, with onions and carrots, and"

The boss wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, and as Belengar had requested, he removed the hanging ingredients from the wall.

Lan En, on the other hand, didn't plan to interject at the counter because of his oppressive size.

He found an empty table and sat down on two stools side by side.

Next to it, there was a table of people playing Gwent cards, and another table was gossiping with wine glasses.

Under the rain that is getting heavier outside, the dry, bright tavern is not clean, but it is a good place to stay.

Belengar was still babbling to the boss, and the old witcher's tone had been precipitated over time, and there was naturally a sense of relaxation and casualness.

Even those who listen to it feel relaxed.

But

The sound of "bang-la-la-la" rang out from the necks of the two witchers.

Belengal, who was talking, suddenly stopped, and Lan, who was sitting at the table, slowly turned his head.

The wooden door of the tavern creaked open again.

(End of chapter)