"What are you talking about? How is it possible now that it's summer?! ”

Belengar refuted the woman's words on the basis of his own experience and knowledge, but soon, the pupils in his own cat's eyes shrank uncontrollably.

On the main road outside the small hotel, a large group of cavalry appeared as if out of thin air.

Heavy and unusually erratically erratic horses' hooves trampled on the muddy roads of the Willen countryside, and as the sound of horses' hooves came, the sound of rain falling from frozen beans became more and more urgent.

[Wild Hunt], from the outside, is a group of ghost knights riding skeleton horses, led by the King of the Wild Hunt in groups across the night sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder, ghostly howls and nightmares.

Len had never been exposed to such a famous magical phenomenon.

Yes, before today, Lan En had always felt that the so-called [Wild Hunt] should be a magical phenomenon. Or some kind of victim who has existed since time immemorial and has been tormented by some kind of great curse to this day.

In folklore, wild hunting is a bad omen, and they herald war and other disasters.

The able-bodied would be taken captive during their processions, only to be found again in the form of empty shells of lost souls.

But today, [Wild Hunt] clearly show a strong sense of purpose.

Purposeful sex aimed at an inexplicable woman!

"I have to go."

The beautiful woman with rat gray hair stared at the door of the hotel, as if the wooden door, with its uneven gaps, would provide her with an illusory sense of security.

At the same time, her tall legs in high-heeled leather boots began to recede.

"Please help me stop them, my sir. Just like you did when you protected me, just like you promised me. ”

Her tone is natural, and she is very honest and trusting. It was as if Lan had really promised her.

But Lane didn't remember, not even Mentos.

"Sir." The voice of the biological brain sounded faintly in Lan En's head, "You haven't really found a way to turn me off, have you?" I think she's really sincere. ”

Mentos's tone was as always, a British butler with a strong grip.

But because of this, when it is yin and yang, it is particularly infuriating. This was something that Lan didn't expect when he set the tone for it.

So now the young witcher felt a little sore from the roots of his teeth.

"And I said you were derelict in your duties! I can't remember, you told me you don't know, so why did you eat?! ”

"But you know in your heart that it is not possible, sir." Mentos responded methodically to his subject, his tone as elegant as ever. "I never miss it."

Immediately, the nagging of the biological brain was forcibly pressed back by the subject.

Lane's attention went back out of his mind.

"I don't remember we'd met before, ma'am."

The witcher's necklace shook more and more, and Lan shook his head slightly and slowly stood up from the bench.

His massive body cast an even greater shadow in the light. It was a different kind of oppression than hunting outside the house.

But the woman who was being pressed by him in an unceremonious tone didn't seem to care about this sense of oppression at all, and she didn't think what Lan En would do to her.

She still chuckled and stepped back, "Actually, you already recognize me, don't you?" ”

The young witcher didn't respond positively, still with a straight face: "But it can't be! I hope she's only fourteen years old when she celebrates her birthday this year, but what about her? ”

The woman paused, and then continued, "I didn't expect that one day the word 'impossible' would come out of your mouth. ”

She smiled happily.

"It seems that if you arrive a little earlier, you can indeed meet a lot of unexpected fun. I've now managed to see the side you didn't show me. ”

"But alas, I don't have much time left, otherwise I'd really like to stay in your room here for a week without even going out."

The strange woman's words did not make Lan En's face change, his tolerance for Huang Duanzi has been greatly improved by the sorceress, and this guy in front of him is not very fancy.

After saying that, the tall woman with rat-gray hair had retreated to the edge of the counter.

She turned her head and patted the vigilant Belengar on the shoulder.

"Remember to bring me a gift, Master."

The old witcher looked confused: "What do you mean?" We haven't seen it yet! ”

The woman didn't explain, but pulled out a few more silver coins from her waist bag and threw them on the counter.

Regardless of whether the frightened innkeeper caught it or not, he reached out and plucked a washed and peeled dried fish, whole chicken, and a few hangings of garlic and onions from the wall.

With a deft turn, he climbed out of the small window at the back of the hotel.

The dog outside the window thought it was another delicious leftover, but then he screamed as he jumped over a person.

Her body is very light, which makes Belengar amazed.

After all, although this woman is only wearing some light leather armor and chain mail, her weight must be more than ten or twenty pounds, and it affects her sensitivity.

It is really rare for ordinary people to make such light movements under this kind of clothing.

In fact, among the witchers, it is estimated that only those of the cat school can do it.

But Belengar was only surprised, and Rann frowned as the woman made the gesture of escaping through the window.

Those tricks and breathing are familiar!

But now there is no time to dwell on this woman's problems.

Outside of this small inn, the breathtaking sound of the horse's hooves of the Ghost Cavalry is extremely close!

Lann turned his head in the direction of the sound of the horses' hooves and walked towards the door of the inn.

He pulled down his hood, and his hair like melted silver slanted down from it, and together with his eeriely handsome countenance, it almost brightened the dimly lit little inn.

The innkeeper and the guests at the two tables were also breathless.

"Hey, that's [Wild Hunt], you haven't dealt with anything like that."

Belengar leaned closer to Rann and whispered.

"Does that strange woman really know you? Even if you know each other, you don't have to go against Wild Hunt, right? ”

"No, we don't know each other." Lann shook his head, "But if it's really like I guessed"

Lan En didn't finish, but his brow furrowed a little deeper.

"Anyway, let's help her stop this first."

The young witcher unbuckled the clasp of his cloak around his neck.

The heavy, wide hooded cloak was carried by him and handed to Belengal.

By the way, Lann's hand also pressed Belengar's shoulder, pressing the old witcher who wanted to be with him to the edge of the counter.

"I don't believe in your prowess, just don't mess with me, master."

The final 'master' was obviously sarcastic, but Belengar had already been 'mocked' by him when he first met Lanne.

So at this time, he pouted and did not argue.

(End of chapter)