Geralt and Yennefer's unusually difficult romance was a sign of Geralt's self-conscious 'mutant' as a lowly and deformed 'mutant' who was unworthy of a sorceress of high social status and luxurious wealth.

Geralt's most lucrative commission to date is to help Foltest lift the vampire curse of his daughter, Princess Jada.

Afterwards, Geralt exchanged the reward for a small bag of gems, and wanted to give the gems to Yennefer.

But according to Ran's estimate, that bag of gems was only a month's income for Yennefer.

After all, the glamorous sorceress who loves black and white clothes runs a highly sought-after magical cosmetics store in Aden.

The ladies rushed to buy magic creams, hoping to regain their charm with the help of magic and bring their husbands back to their big bed at home from their lovers.

And it's said to be a magic cosmetics store, but in fact, it also operates a business of abortion and fertility.

The former allowed noblewomen to play with their lovers without scruples, while the latter helped the nobles to maintain their blood and power.

Just listening to these business projects, you can imagine how profitable the Yennefer store is.

There is a huge difference between the witchers who fight monsters in villages, urban slums, and garbage heaps and can't make a few bucks.

Geralt's sensitive heart has always made him very awkward about it.

Lan En had teased him about this kind of 'awkwardness' before, and now it was the 'revenge' of the Wolf School.

"Haha~ cut."

Lan Enpi replied with a smile on his face, which made Geralt even happier.

Geralt's outfit had been updated with his work in Erethusa.

A complete set of wolf school armor drawings collected from around Kylemohan was reproduced in the hands of Belengal.

It was a middleweight suit of armor with a fine layer of chain mail on the inside and a cloth covered with cotton armor on the outside of cooked leather.

The leather armor on the upper body is made into a jacket style, and the lower body is made in the style of breeches. Knees, elbows, gloves, and boots are protected by steel.

A wide leather strap that straddles the chest provides plenty of anchors for potions bottles and alchemy bombs, making them easy to grab and use.

At first glance, it is the style of the witcher of the wolf school.

It didn't take long for the waves to rise and fall under the increasingly rough sea breeze, and the sky, which was still sunny, began to become gloomy.

It was a fish-scale cloud that began to descend and spread.

On the shore, the ancient trees of the land of Willen also began to sway in the dim sky, and the green branches and leaves turned into black shadows, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

After leaving Goth Willen, the center of commerce, this ancient and gloomy land revealed its true face.

Willen is never warm, it's a muddy, man-for-all swamp.

The swamp may be covered with bright, beautiful flowers and green meadows, but its cruel nature is like that of every ghoul that emerges from the mud.

A white spray once again stirred up on the dark sea, and it quickly approached the shore.

The Kirin wears a full set of magic horse harnesses and carries a wrapped flannel ball on his back.

"Hello Meow, Geralt!"

The kitten warmly greets the witcher who once hunted monsters side by side on the back of the newly stopped unicorn.

Geralt had just pressed Lan from his mouth and was in a good mood. So he responded with that hoarse voice.

"You're good, flannel ball. It's nice to see you safe and sound. ”

After a brief pleasantry, Lan En stepped onto the Kirin's horse and ran alongside Geralt's turnip.

The two of them wore flannel balls and waterproof hooded cloaks.

The gum on the outside of the cloak smells of sawdust in the humid air.

"This one is for you."

Lan pulled something out of his waist and reached to the side to hand it over. The horse's hooves of the radish and the unicorn walked on the muddy road.

A little rain has already fallen in the sky, and I believe it will soon be heavy.

Geralt's hood turned, and he reached out to take the object from Lane's hand and put it in front of him to look at it.

"A dagger? I have. ”

Geralt had a lot of daggers and knives on his body, or every warrior couldn't have less of them.

You have to stick two on your waist, one in your boots, and maybe one on your thighs.

Lan En shook his head.

"Not for you. You're not going back to Kellmohan? This is my gift to Ciri. ”

"That's it?" Geralt played with the sheathed dagger in his hand, sarcastic. "Although Kylemohan is poor and poor, we are not even a dagger capital."

Before the words 'can't give it' came out of Geralt's mouth, his voice stopped abruptly.

At the same time, in the shadow under the hood, the faintly shiny cat's eye was also fixed on the dagger in his hand.

It was clear that this veteran witcher, who had been active for decades and would continue to be active in the future, sensed that something was wrong with his physical acumen.

"What. Circumstance? ”

Geralt's leather-gloved fingers pressed into the stubble of his chin.

There should have been a three-millimetre-long opening. It's like squeezing pimples and squeezing blood.

It was in an elven crypt, and Geralt was dodging the wive's teleportation slash, and although he dodged the wraith's rusty blade, he was crushed into his face by the small gravel smashed by the blade.

There were so many scars, large and small, conspicuous or inconspicuous on the witcher's body, that Geralt wouldn't even remember that he was injured here if he hadn't been able to shave this morning because of this little cut.

But it took less than three minutes for him to get the dagger and talk to Lanen. The wound is gone.

"The last time I brought it out of the Celestial Spheres."

Lan En leaned on the brim of his hood and said calmly.

"This dagger is forged using a sacred gem that gives the wielder a continuous healing power. It's not strong, you just felt it. ”

"There's also a sword move on it, if Ciri is smart enough"

Lan En turned his head and thought about it, and said with a smile.

"Ha, she's always been smart enough."

"It's too precious, Lanne." Geralt said with a slight frown, a little trying to shirk it.

He has always been very receptive to the kindness of others, otherwise he would have followed Ye Nefa to enjoy it.

But Lan's words easily blocked him.

"If it's not valuable enough, I'll be ashamed to give it away."

"If you think I have a right to know what Heri is doing, then I think I need to take care of her."

Geralt pursed his lips, finally retracting the parry dagger into his cloak.

"I took it for her, and when the time comes, I'll hand it over myself."

Lan nodded at him under his hood and said nothing more.

In fact, Rann is not worried that the parrying dagger will not reach Ciri because of some accident.

After all, at the beginning, he had already seen the adult Ciri, with this guy pinned to his waist.

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The road in Willen was as muddy and rough as ever, and even on rainy days, it was difficult to tell the difference between the field and the road.

On both sides of the road, you can still see broken wooden frames, small carts, and tarpaulin carriages with no bones of horses.

Thankfully, none of these traces were human bones or traces.

Lann and Geralt could only hope that the owners of the wreckage of these frames were indeed sober enough to make a wise choice between the value of the cargo and their own lives.

The rain stopped for a while, and the only constant was the thick dark clouds in the sky.

Fortunately, as demon hunters, both Lann and Geralt are accustomed to the humid climate of the land.

As inhabitants of the New World, Flannel Ball and Kirin are very tolerant of the natural environment.

"Wait, this doesn't seem like the way to Novigre."

After walking on Willen's path for a long time, Geralt realized that the direction was not quite right.

The road conditions in Willen are very poor, and from time to time there are swamps hidden under the grass that looks like they can walk, so it is normal to take detours and go around in circles.

"yes." Ryan held on to the brim of his hat in the drizzle and twisted back in reply.

"Dude, I'm about to go bankrupt, why don't you let me find the funds to save my assets first? You can't wait long for the capital chain to break. ”

"Looking for funds?"

Geralt was stunned.

Lanne's current situation is actually very optimistic on the financial level, and he has people around him who can take out a lot of cash and give it to him.

The hometown bank of Erethusa and Sileton, even if it is to open the mouth of Belengar, the thirty-two Oren will say it.

It's really the Valyrian steel business that is too profitable.

But if Lan didn't want to open up to others in this situation, then Geralt didn't want the rest of the options.

"You're saying you still have spare funds? Are you kidding me?! ”

Geralt exclaimed in disbelief, Lan's previous estate was already something that all witchers couldn't believe, but this guy actually had a reserve fund?

Since Lan En is not ready to open his mouth to others, it means that what he is looking for this trip is still his money.

The young witcher shrugged.

"Blame me for not telling you the bottom beforehand. In other words, your itinerary shouldn't be in a hurry, right? ”

"It's not a hurry, it's not a hurry." Geralt's head shook under his hood, as if he couldn't figure out how a witcher like Ryan could have appeared.

"Tell me where you're going?"

"To the south of Willen." Lan sat on the Kirin's back, his arm under the cloak raised, pointing in the opposite direction to Novigre.

"There is a castle there, although the main frame of the castle is still there, but it is estimated that it was built back to the 11th century during the Dagger War, and it is an old house."

"An old castle?" Geralt was still puzzled, "What does that have to do with you?" You buried a box of Oren coins there? ”

"Tsk, Geralt, Geralt."

Under the hood, Lan En repeated his friend's name in a tone that didn't know whether it was emotional or sarcastic.

(End of chapter)