As a witcher, Geralt has been in the northern kingdoms for fifty years, except for more than ten years of training in Kellmohan.

has lived at the bottom of society for a long time, and he has seen many good people with noble character, but more of them are despicable and shameless rotten people with no moral bottom line.

It's not all their fault, after all, in such a chaotic underlying environment, even if you can control yourself not to hurt others, you can't control other people's crimes.

If you want to live, you have to use ferocity or barbarism to protect yourself, and people who are too kind have long been eaten and wiped clean by others, and there are no bones left.

He has long been accustomed to all kinds of abuse, ridicule and provocation, those rotten people are like dog shit on the ground, if you really fight with them, if you step on them, you will only splash those filthy things all over your body, and make yourself uncomfortable.

So Geralt didn't pay any attention to the taunts of Yarpan's dwarven squad and the Clingfield Marauders.

He led his mount, Turnip, and Yennefer's black steed, to the makeshift stable, and fed them water and fodder.

But as the so-called peers are enemies, although Geralt ignores them, the people of the dragon hunting team will not let him go.

The youngest member of the Marauders, Kennett the Ripper, walked up to Geralt's side, spat on the ground, and said:

"White-haired witch, you'd better warn your sorceress lover that the dragon hunting business still has to be left to a professional, otherwise, she will offend many people."

Watching the radish gulp down the fresh forage, Geralt turned around expressionlessly, holding his steel sword in his hand, and the amber cat pupils looked at Kennett the Ripper, and said lightly:

"We haven't even set off yet, have you already started to divide the spoils, dragons are not such easy things to deal with, just a bite of dragon flame, you can burn you to bones."

"Of course, you can offend a powerful sorceress and a sword-wielding witcher before you set off, there are too many fools in this world, and you are not lacking."

"My mission this time is only to protect Lady Yennefa, and I am not interested in your secret stabbing schemes."

"But if you try to hurt this lady, see if your neck can get past this sword in my hand."

If it were just him, Geralt would not have warned them so bluntly, and would not even have participated in such a hunter operation.

But this matter concerns his goddess Yennefer, and no matter what, Geralt will not allow anyone else to hurt her.

However, as a well-known ruthless man in Redania, the three Clingfield Marauder brothers are not the kind of people who are afraid of things, for the sake of money, they dare to do anything, robbers and bandits, and they also do a lot of work secretly.

As the eldest But, he immediately gave the two brothers a look, and the other two understood, as the second eldest, Niscuka quietly took out a crossbow from the luggage on the side and loaded it with crossbow arrows, while the youngest ripper, Kennett, had already pulled out a boning knife and stood behind Geralt.

Geralt frowned, but he didn't expect that these three brothers would be so bold and want to do it here.

It was only a few dozen meters away from the king's tent, and if you were not careful, you might be regarded as an assassin of the king, and be besieged and killed by dozens of heavily armed soldiers around you.

However, even in the face of the three Marauder brothers, who were famous in Redania, Geralt was not afraid, he pressed the steel scabbard in his hand to the ground, and slowly pulled it out with his right hand, revealing the cold and glittering blade made of meteorite inside.

As one of the most powerful swordsmen in the North, he has considerable confidence in his swordsmanship.

Geralt squinted at his amber cat eyes, staring at the three brothers who tried to attack him.

While being besieged puts him at a disadvantage, his sword can take a life by grasping a flaw.

Yarpan and his dwarven subordinates retreated a few meters away in a very tacit understanding, putting on a posture of not helping each other.

For this sudden battle, these bearded dwarves were quite happy to see it.

Whether it's a witcher or a marauder, no matter which of them is killed or wounded, it's one less competitor for the dwarves, allowing them to gain more in this dragon-slaying operation.

And just as the battle between Geralt and the Marauders was about to break out, a loud voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"This is a despicable siege, bullying the more and the less, sneaking in the back, seriously violating the way of knighthood."

"In the presence of the gods and the Knightly Scriptures, I won't stand idly by, you despicable marauders, if you want to lay siege to that damn mutant."

The man who spoke was dressed in a shiny silver full-body plate armor and held a heavy two-handed greatsword in his hand, and although his true face was not visible in the full-coverage metal helmet, everyone present knew that it was Ike from Dernessler, a powerful and idealistic knight, a neurotic with a mad quest for justice.

Seeing his intervention, the dwarf Yarpan spat on the ground with disdain, knowing that this battle could not be fought.

If the three Marauder brothers can still feel that they have a fifty percent chance of winning against the Demon Hunter, then with a powerful knight like an iron can, the three brothers will only be sent to death.

Sure enough, seeing this, Buhot, who was the boss of the marauders, immediately gave his two brothers a look, laughed, and said:

"What are you talking about, Ike Knight, how can we do such a despicable act as bullying the less, we are all righteous warriors, inspired by the king to eradicate the evil dragon."

"It's just that the witcher's tone is too impulsive, and we want to persuade him."

It's a pity that the brainless Ike Knight doesn't know what it means to save face for others, nor does he know what it means to be tactful, he doesn't eat the predator at all, and still says righteously:

"Put away your vile lies, marauders, you are not worthy of professing justice."

"It is precisely because the world is full of bastards like you who are full of interests and lies that our world has become so ugly."

"Although I think that witchers are also evil beings, mutated creatures that are not allowed by the gods, they can at least protect the people, and understand at least right and wrong, good and evil."

"But despicable mercenaries like you, who will betray even their relatives for money, loyalty, glory, mercy, and trustworthiness are like paper to wipe your buttocks, which will be discarded after use, and will be filled with filth."

"It makes me sick to see you, get out of my sight, I wouldn't have walked with people like you at all if it weren't for the King's permission."

Being scolded by Ike Knight's undisguised scolding, even the marauder brothers, who never cared about face, felt their anger out of their own hands.

But they also knew that there was no point in arguing with Ike, who was like a stone in a dung pit, smelly and hard, and an idiot who didn't need any good.

This time I came to slay the dragon not to make a fortune at all, but it was just for the so-called bullshit justice, in order to prevent the nearby residents from being harmed by the evil dragon, it is simply unreasonable.

So, the three Marauder brothers cursed Ike a few words, and then left the makeshift stable with their weapons in hand, ready to find a place to rest.

The official dragon hunt has not yet begun, and it will not officially set off until tomorrow morning, when King Nedamir gives the order.

The Scouts of Holobol had already set out early, and they were guides hired by the king to help the members of the dragon hunting team find the dragon's lair.

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