The wooden door was slammed open in the growing sound of wind and rain.

A woman stumbled in through the door.

Her steps staggered, and she looked very weak, but very persistent.

She has a good figure and looks good at dressing up. A tight-fitting hunting suit not only facilitates movement, but also makes her look attractive in such an embarrassing situation.

But it may also be just because of the good figure, so it looks good in everything.

With a sword on his back, few people carry a sword behind their backs like a witcher.

The other thing that makes Lan a little concerned is . The woman's hair was a rat-gray color familiar to Ran.

It wasn't until the woman entered the door that there was a 'boom' outside the small hotel.

The voice was familiar to Lane, too: the phenomenon of the air pressure difference surging when the portal opened and closed.

The woman stumbled two steps before falling directly to the floor under the gaze of everyone in the tavern.

Lan heard the man at the table next to him muttering.

"What day is it? The plague is on top, what a pile of weirdos. ”

"Just after the war, the world is not peaceful. There are too many gods and ghosts, and if it's none of our business, we shouldn't have seen it, this is for the sake of your life. ”

The wisdom of the farmer, although shallow, is after all experience, and sometimes it makes sense.

The woman didn't struggle at all after falling to the floor, but as if she could finally catch her breath, she first lay down with her forehead against the wooden floor for a while, and then slowly got up.

"Is there anything to eat?"

She asked weakly as she struggled to her feet.

"Anything. I can now nibble on a sack of onions raw! ”

"Uh, yes, but are you rich, chick?"

The innkeeper replied hesitantly.

The woman grabbed a few random coins from the small bag around her waist, threw them on the counter, and then commanded.

"Be quick! I can make it the fastest I can serve, I'm short on time. ”

She walked to the counter with her body too weak to stand upright, and looked out of the hotel window in horror.

But all there was outside was dark clouds that had fallen so that the sun could not set down, and there was a heavy rain that was 'crackling'.

"If you're really in a hurry, ma'am."

On the other side of the counter, Belengal pushed over the bowl of fish soup that had just been served, and the wooden bottom of the bowl made a slight grinding sound against the wooden counter.

The woman picked up the bowl without looking back, looking very hungry and tired.

The fish soup was filled with 'Gu Du Du', and the fish with the bones was swallowed in three or two strokes.

Then, after a long sigh of relief, she had time to look at the kind Samaritan who gave her a bowl of soup.

"Thanks, I really haven't eaten Dong for a long time"

She spoke in a hurried tone before she suddenly noticed Berengar's dress.

The whole person was stunned, as if she had seen something that shocked her very much.

"Master Belengal?!"

Immediately afterward, she called out the exact name.

Now it was Belengar's turn and Lanen, who had been watching here, to be stunned.

And even more consternation is yet to come.

The woman's face was flustered, and her mouth stumbled and stumbled.

"You're dressed up, you're still doing the work of a witcher? Oh, my God! What year am I getting to? Where is this? ”

After watching Belengar say half of it, the woman hurriedly turned to the innkeeper again.

The innkeeper was now clearly blinded by the sudden situation, and even his vigilance rose, and he looked at the woman and Belengar with unkind eyes.

"This is Willen, 1263. What the hell are you two doing here? ”

Nothing else seemed to matter, and the mouse-gray-haired woman suddenly became excited when she heard the vintage.

Like an intimate little girl, she took two steps forward and grabbed the corner of Belengar's cloak and jumped up.

"Is it 1263? Ha ha! I remember! ”

The old Jianghu of Belengal was completely confused by her, and could only watch her movements in a daze.

Immediately afterward, the woman let go of Belengar's cloak and began to scan the others in the tavern with great interest.

And at the first moment, I immediately noticed the very eye-catching 'big size target'.

Her high-heeled leather boots, which she wore for easy riding, rattled on the wooden floor.

Then she stood up and leaned over to the table in front of Lan En, her turquoise pupils looking at the young witcher with a smile.

"Have we met, ma'am?"

Lan asked strangely under the hood.

This woman felt like he knew him very well.

And the color of his hair, his eyes, and the scar on his face did feel familiar to him.

It's exactly like Ciri.

But how is this possible?

"We've not only met, but we couldn't be more familiar, my sir."

Her voice was as crisp as a oriole, but with a tried and tested strength.

"I am well aware of who you are, so I beg your pardon for not being prepared to elaborate on the situation. Because time is running out, and I'm sure that even if I don't say anything, you're unlikely to stand idly by in the face of a lady in a miserable situation like me, right? ”

When she said this, she smiled like a fox who had successfully stolen chickens.

"No, I don't think we're that acquainted yet, and I don't like to meddle in general."

Lane's face was half buried in the shadow of the hood, and he said coldly.

"Ha, it's okay to deceive outsiders with this lie."

Her face approached with a wicked smile that was familiar to Lane.

Because she really didn't feel dangerous, she just felt confused, so Lan En didn't stop her strongly.

And soon, the young witcher knew the consequences of laxity.

"Huh?!"

Lan's eyes widened in the shadows under the hood.

The woman bit Lan En's lip with a wicked smile!

It's not so much an ambiguous kiss as a ferocious encroachment.

It seems that this guy has been waiting for this moment for so long that he is getting a little impatient.

This made Len feel like a victim!

The woman grabbed Lan En's body fiercely and actively, until Lan En, who had reacted, leaned back and pushed her away.

"Are you crazy?!"

Lan En cried out in dismay.

But the woman who was pushed away just smiled as she stuck out her tongue and licked the shiny liquid back from the corners of her mouth.

"It was as delicious as I thought it would be. In addition."

The woman reached out and grabbed the collar of Lanen's cloak and stared earnestly into the witcher's eyes.

"Don't treat me like a kid all the time! I warn you to think I'm a woman! A mature woman who can take responsibility for her decisions and love! Otherwise, when I get acquainted with this power, I will definitely go."

The woman's headless and tailless, puzzling threat is not finished.

Suddenly, an abrupt and intense chill seeped through the walls of the small hotel.

The sound of raindrops hitting the wooden wall turned into the sound of ice beans smashing against the wall.

In the early summer, the people who were watching the play in the hotel were horrified to find that their snorts had left a white mist visible to the naked eye in the air!

On the edge of the counter, Belengal, who had been looking lively, suddenly collapsed.

The woman, too, didn't wait to finish speaking, and let go of her grip on the clasp of Lanen's cloak.

Before she pulled her hand away, she still looked at Lan En deeply.

"There's an evil smell in the air, there's a non-human scream in the wind, and the beasts are scared. What happened? ”

Lan En asked in a deep voice as he looked at the retreating woman.

"It's a wild hunt!"

It's not strange that a woman said it, it's Belengar.

"Close the window, boss!"

"Wild Hunt?" The innkeeper asked, horrified, "The ghosts?" ”

"Don't be afraid, the Wild Hunt will pass from above. They only skim high in the air in the summer, but children may be frightened as wild hunting can bring nightmares, so it's best to keep the windows closed. ”

The old witcher has a solid knowledge of monsters, and he has a lot of experience, maybe he has really seen wild hunting.

But the strange woman whispered beside her.

"But today they're not just going to 'fly over the sky.'"

(End of chapter)