Although the people in the village were very disgusted with the demon hunters, no one really dared to come and provoke them, under the maintenance of the bearded village chief.

After a short rest, Wayne and Geralt ate a rather rudimentary meal at Misha's house, which was really very basic, with no oil or water at all except for a few eggs.

Obviously, these villagers are not having a good time either, and for the sake of her son's safety, Misha may have brought out the best food in the house to entertain them.

And after chatting with Geralt at the dinner table, Wayne knew what the concept of five Ducat's remuneration was.

The Ducat is a currency of unknown origin, currently only available in the Kldwin, Sintra, and Skelly Islands.

A few years ago, when Geralt was in Sintra to carry out the commission, the price of a water ghost was two ducats, and in an ordinary tavern, one ducatt might only be exchanged for an ordinary meal.

In other words, Misha hired two witchers to work for him for the price of two half-water ghosts.

Hearing this, Wayne looked at Geralt a little speechlessly, although he knew that the character of the white wolf was righteous and kind, but he had to accept such a low price, which made Wayne feel a little emotional, it is difficult to be a good person.

This is no longer a day job, if their equipment is damaged a little in battle, it will really be a loss.

Fortunately, he also asked for a lunch, otherwise it would be difficult to fill his stomach with this money.

After eating, it's Detective Geralt's turn to act.

He called Misha and the bearded village chief to him, and asked in detail about Misha's two sons, their figures, appearances, habits, and so on.

After learning from the two of them about the area where the two young men often cut firewood, as well as the general situation in this forest, they prepared to set off.

Wayne didn't interfere in the whole process of this inquiry, he just took out a whetstone from the package, and while sharpening the steel sword he inherited from Viselmir, he seriously thought about the purpose of Geralt's every question, as well as his thoughts.

As a novice witcher, he needs to learn from the white wolf, a senior, and reconnaissance and reasoning are essential skills for witchers to carry out their tasks.

After the inquiry, everything was ready, Geralt and Wayne took all the equipment they needed for the battle, and deposited their mount, the turnip, and their luggage with the bearded village chief.

Of course, in order to prevent this group of Diao people from doing anything crooked, the two did not forget to take out their weapons and warned seriously:

"If we are missing anything from our salute, then we will double it and take it back from you."

The bearded village chief is still a sensible person, so nothing should go wrong.

According to the information received, the two quickly left the village and entered the forest not far from the village.

They followed the route described by Misha, using the witcher's super senses, and searched all the way along the path, and finally found the area where the two young men usually cut down trees.

It was early spring, and the Kingdom of Covind was located in the northeast of the northern kingdoms, and the temperature was colder than several other countries, and the human footprints were quite evident in this inaccessible forest.

Geralt followed the footprints and passed on his reconnaissance skills to Wayne through oral narration.

Wayne studied and practiced, and finally spent more than half an hour finding two bundles of firewood and axes hidden by weeds in an inconspicuous bush.

"It should be here."

Geralt touched his stubble-covered chin and deduced:

"Two young men had an accident here, and because the situation was urgent, they lost the wood and the axe."

He looked up at Wayne and said:

"Let's look around here and see if there's any footprints, blood, or whatever."

Wayne nodded, turned on his witcher senses, and began to look around the grass for any possible clues.

Truth be told, this kind of carpet search is not pleasant, it is time-consuming, it is not fun, and it is very energy-consuming, and it is almost a kind of manual labor.

But there is no way, in addition to this kind of sparse evidence, only this stupid method can find results.

After searching carefully for more than ten minutes, Wayne still didn't find anything, but Geralt, who was not far away, stood up, beckoned to him, and shouted:

"Wayne, come to me."

"I've found a clue."

As he walked over, Geralt was clasping his hands to his chest, seemingly lost in thought again.

Wayne followed the direction of his gaze, and soon found four rows of footprints on the ground, looking at their shapes and depths, two of which should be Misha's two sons.

In just a few seconds, Geralt came to a conclusion.

"The good news is that there is no blood in the vicinity, at least the two children did not die here, nor did they die in the mouths of wild wolves, they should have been held hostage."

"The bad news is that it's been almost three days since it happened."

"For such a long time, no one knows, where they were taken hostage, and whether they are still alive?"

Wayne shrugged indifferently, pointed to the footprints on the ground, and said:

"No matter where they are taken, all we can do is follow the clues they left behind and keep looking."

Geralt thought the same way, and he drew the sword behind his back and said to Wayne:

"Let's go, draw your sword, and look at the direction of these footprints, they must have been taken deep into the forest."

"Be vigilant at all times, spring is here, the monsters are starting to recover, and no one knows what will suddenly pop out of the forest."

………………

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is dusk.

Although the environment in the forest is extremely complex, it is still unstoppable, two professional witchers with super senses.

Wayne and Geralt went one after the other, one responsible for tracing the footprints, the other responsible for guarding, and cooperated forward.

After about two hours of walking through the forest, I passed through many obstacles, and finally came to a very hidden cave hidden by a large tree.

However, before they could get close to the cave, they suddenly shot down several wooden bows and arrows from the giant tree near the entrance of the cave, and nailed them exactly to the path they were traveling.

There was no need to be reminded, Wayne instantly propped himself up with a layer of Kunn shield, and the steel sword in his hand also took a defensive posture.

Geralt was even more simply, and the moment the bow and arrow were shot down, he rolled around on a donkey, rolled behind a big rock and hid.

Wayne carefully maintained Quinn's shield, and looked in the direction where the bow and arrow were fired, only to see that at some point, on the branch above the giant tree, there were already six elven archers wearing animal skin clothes and holding bows and arrows in their hands.

One of them, a female elf with long black hair and sharp black eyes, observed the two of them for more than ten seconds, and her gaze seemed to stay on Wayne's elven pointed ears for a long time before she said in the common language of mankind:

"Witchers, it's still two."

"This is elven territory, why are you here?"

(Thanks again to Daji and Bigan, Beidangyun, the cultivation method of the protagonist of the passerby, the rabbit and the carrot, where is the snow painting, and other rewards from several bigwigs, as well as the monthly pass and recommendation ticket that everyone supports, the protagonist has finally gone down the mountain and is about to unveil the prelude to a bigger world.) ）