After arranging the corpses and bones in an orderly manner, the traveler crossed his left and right hands and pinched a finger, and said something in his mouth. I saw that a white light appeared on the bones of these corpses, forming virtual shapes, shaking slightly, and then turning into points of light and dissipating in the air.

The traveler waited for the pit to be exhausted, and then refilled the pit with earth, sorted it out, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "All right." ”

"Is this a ritual for you?"

The newcomer had long white hair tied up in a metal loop and hung down to the back of his head, a very masculine face, a deep scar on his left eye that was slanted from top to bottom, and a beard that grew vigorously, but it was obvious that it had been carefully shaved and trimmed into a beautiful shape.

The leather and chainmail jacket is worn under a black cotton sleeve that effectively absorbs all kinds of impacts. Two narrow swords were carried on the back, and the length of the hilt was suitable for one or both hands, while a small folding bow was suspended from the waist. Paired with tight gloves, trousers, and boots, it was evident that he was a man of a new identity unlike the civilians who wore only a few pieces of sackcloth over their bodies, even if they were clothes, and did not resemble the soldiers they saved.

The traveler nodded, opening his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white teeth and a smile, "It is a ritual from my hometown that can bless these souls from evil thoughts, become pure ghosts, and be reincarnated as soon as possible." I've come here by accident, and it's the first time I've seen you dressed like this, excuse me, are you a nobleman?"

This sentence stunned the stranger for a moment, and a slightly surprised expression appeared on his face, and then he shook his head, "I'm not one of those high-ranking old men, just a hunter who is forced to work around. ”

As they talked, they filled the pit with dirt, and both seemed to be working hard for dinner that night.

"Hunters, are you just hunting ordinary beasts, or are you hunting things like that?" the traveler tilted his head and pointed with his chin to the griffon's head hanging from the back of the horse.

"That's just part of my job, it's kind of good-looking, and there are a lot of ugly and difficult monsters than it, just saw that you can skillfully manipulate fire, you're a warlock?"

"Not a warlock, I'm a traveler, that's just a bit of my martial arts. ”

The two of them chattered and talked, the sky was getting dark, and some hills in the distance were also plunged into darkness, and it was impossible to see the original appearance.

At this time, the traveler realized that the stranger's eyes were actually vertical pupils, which proved that the stranger had the ability to adjust the eye line and night vision, thinking about the hunter profession he just said, the traveler asked, "Do you hunters have such beautiful eyes?"

The stranger was stunned for a moment and nodded, "To become a hunter, this is a necessary test. ”

"There must be a price to pay for owning it, right?"

"Yes, to be more powerful, you have to accept mutation, pain, trials, and death. This is an equivalent exchange that no one can get rid of, failure is death halfway, but fortunately I succeeded in the end. ”

The traveler whistled, and a red raven flew out of nowhere and landed on the traveler's shoulder, pecking at the feathers on his shoulder, "That must be an unforgettable story, and I think we'll definitely have more to talk about tonight at the wine table." ”

"Aren't you scared of a mutant like me, or have you seen a lot of people like me?" the stranger was finally a little strange, this self-proclaimed traveler from afar did not seem to be afraid of himself like ordinary people, nor disgusted with himself, and spoke with a smell of equal treatment that only a few friends, warlocks, and fellow citizens could feel in his life.

"What's that? Relative to appearance, the mind and soul are the most beautiful places, and the most expensive treasures. Besides, maybe my appearance is even scarier than yours. The traveler laughed, and it seemed that he was an optimistic, positive person, and liked to guess a lot of things on the bright side.

The stranger was silent for a moment, then held out his hand, "Reintroduction, Geralt, a witcher, you can also call me a white wolf." ”

The traveler seemed pleased," said Roxian, a traveler who wanted to find meaning in life and death. ”

"Geralt, White Wolf, does your nickname come from the color of your hair, and is it the price you pay for gaining strength beyond ordinary people, just like your eyes?"

Geralt smiled slightly, "Yes, because my physique is a bit special, I need to take more potions than ordinary people during the trial, so I have gray hair. ”

"Why don't you dye it back? Seeing that you are only in your thirties, doesn't a gray hair look older, or is it more popular with women here?"

"More than thirty? No, my actual age is almost a hundred years old, and anyone who knows me knows this, and there is no need to explain if you don't know me. ”

Luo Xian whistled again, after coming to this world, there is no war all the time, although it seems to be in the realm of war, but the whole person is relaxed, he is no longer a part of it, but can be an outsider to observe the world carefully, no one forces him to participate in it all the time," A hundred-year-old and energetic grandfather, it's really enviable, it seems that the profession of a witcher can get an extremely long life, which is also good, and I'm a little tempted, I can't help but want to try it and see if I can also become a witcher. ”

"But the price of getting it is the loss of fertility and the vast majority of emotions, are you willing to continue?"

Luo Xian was stunned for a moment, "Then forget it, I'm only twenty this year, and I don't have a girlfriend yet... But then again, Geralt, how old is the natural lifespan of a witcher like you? I'm curious, you look extremely healthy, like a young man in his early twenties. ”

"My master and friend Viselmir is also a witcher, he is over four hundred years old, and he can still fight monsters with steel and silver swords, and it seems that he will have no problem living for another hundred or two years. ”

"Wow, this is a place to envy, it's a bit hard to choose. ”

"The witcher didn't die in bed... Our mission is to hunt down most of the monsters and beasts that pose a threat to people, in order to protect the safety of humans and other intelligent subhuman races, as well as the demon hunters themselves. ”

"Then you are true warriors and worthy of respect. Luo Xian took off the white hood he had been wearing on his head, and bowed to Geralt, and against the background of the night, the red was a dancing flame, constantly undulating, making the silver mask under the red hair even more mysterious.

At this moment, Geralt seemed to be a little moved.

"Rason, is your hair naturally red, and why do you keep wearing a mask?" Geralt asked.

"No, I used to have pretty black hair, but... As for why I put on the mask, I'll tell you when you win me by drinking tonight. ”

Geralt nodded his head in acknowledging the decision, everyone has their own secrets, and as long as they don't conflict with their goals, Geralt usually doesn't delve into the reasons for it, which is annoying.

Back on the horse, "You don't have a horse, we can only walk slowly, if you can, you'd better buy a horse, that will help you a lot on your journey, hopefully there will be horses for sale in the next place we go." ”

"Really, then I'll have to come up with a good name for my future horse. Geralt, what's your horse's name?"

"Turnips. ”

"It's a good name that's easy to understand. Then I have also decided, and my horse will be called a crockpot. ”

"Does this have any special significance?"

"The clay pot is made by mixing clay and water and firing it, which represents a kind of rebirth from the fire. Anyway, don't you think the soup made in a crockpot is delicious?"

"I've never eaten it, isn't it special?"

"It tastes so good, I'll try it when I have a chance, and I'll drool when I think about it. By the way, Geralt, where are you going? ”

"Crossroads Inn, I'm going to inquire about the whereabouts of a man. ”

"Is that the job you got offered?"

"No, it's my loved ones. ”

"Then let's go together, it just so happens that I have a lot of coins on me, all taken from those who have died. ”

"Don't you think it's a sin to take something from a dead person?"

"It's called waste utilization, and besides, I dig a pit for them to bury them, and I chant a mantra to remove their grievances, which is also to collect money. Anyway, they can't use the money before they died, so it's better to leave it for those who need it. The only thing I can do is to keep them from going wild and at least have a place to live, it's a kind of exchange, and it's at least better for them to exchange what they have for peace after death than to stay in the wild and let those wild dogs and crows eat the corpses. ”

"Speaking of which, I do think that I still have a job around here?"

"What job?"

"Because of the war, a priest who believes in the eternal fire asked me to gather and burn the corpses of soldiers on a nearby battlefield because they had been piled up and untreated, so that they would not be eaten by ghouls or any other creature. ”

"Oh, look, it seems that my work is also recognized by the religious community, and they do the same thing as me. Then again, will this pastor pay you?"

"Of course, witchers also need money, and hunting every monster requires careful and thorough preparation in advance. My weapons and equipment, food, clothing, shelter and transportation, everything needs money to support, how can I live without money. ”

"Geralt, to tell you the truth, do you often scavenge money from corpses for your own use? ”

"Yes, not only the corpses, but also the villages in the wilderness that have been abandoned by robbers and wild beasts, I have taken a lot of what the villagers have left behind, and I have sold them to traveling merchants for a lot of money. ”

"Geralt, I'm really getting more and more fond of you, you're not hypocritical at all. By the way, you just talked about ghouls, what kind of thing is that?"

"Ghouls, giant ghouls, scavengers, water ghosts, swamp witches, crypt witches, little fog demons... These are monsters that like to use rotting corpses. They have human-like limbs and heads, but they walk on all fours like dogs or other wild animals, and although their faces look like those of humans, they do not see a trace of reason, emotion, or even consciousness, as if they are driven only by an insatiable desire for human flesh. You can never forget them once you see them. ”

"Geralt, it sounds like you've had a really good demon hunting career, and it looks like you've met a lot of interesting things. Listening to what you just described, these guys who like to eat human flesh and corpses should not be normal creatures, they are not the same as those griffins. ”

"Yes. Bears, wolves, and dogs are considered beasts, pterosaurs, petrified chicken snakes, screaming monsters, forktailed dragons, and petrified lizards are dragon-like creatures, and griffons, krakens, night demons, and human demon birds are hybrids, and of course there are some rare ancient remnants, which are all part of nature, just like humans, dwarves, and elves, who themselves are part of the world. But evil spirits, corpse-eating creatures, and cursed creatures are different, they are the wounds of war, the sorrow left behind by the destruction of desires, and they are not natural things. I don't like dealing with these things because they look disgusting. However, there is no way, and you can see, this is a war-torn land, and these nasty things are the most likely to breed, and the most common commission I receive is to destroy them. ”

"Well, it's getting dark, so let's hurry up and get rid of them, and then go to the crossroads inn you said for a drink. By the way, do you know where that battlefield is?"

"Of course, the priest of the Eternal Flame has marked the location on the map, just north over two hills. ”

"Then let's go, Geralt, and get your turnips running, and see which of us can get to our destination first, and get a treat last. As soon as Luo Xian's voice fell, he immediately ran north, and the red raven also flew low in the air.

Geralt involuntarily smiled at the corner of his mouth, really like a big child, and then shook his head again, today, his mood swings seem to be a little uncontrollable, his legs are clamped, and the dark horse under his crotch immediately gallops, it seems that he has met an interesting guy.

The black horse ran faster and faster, chasing Luo Xian, who was galloping not far away.

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After dusk, it was nightfall, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of the crossroads inn, followed by the sound of people dismounting. Before the proprietor, who was busy wiping his glasses, could say "Welcome" when the wooden door of the inn was pushed open and a stranger wearing a white hood entered.

Unlike the usual dirty soldiers and guards, the stranger wore a delicate half-mask on his face, but his body was very neat from top to bottom, and the hood, robe, trousers, and leather boots did not seem to be in the style of Willen or even Temeria, and he was clearly an outlander.

When the stranger entered the door, he did not speak first, but stood by the door and looked at the layout of the hotel with interest.

The boss had a difference, and before he could ask, a tall figure walked in at the wooden door that had not yet been closed. This white-haired man in the prime of life, dressed in delicate chain mail, has two sword hilts diagonally above his right shoulder, and a delicate folding hand crossbow hanging from his waist.

The well-informed boss immediately knew who the newcomer was when he saw the eyes of the latecomer, a demon hunter who was not liked by anyone. Although they are hostile and discriminated against by the common people because of their great power and inhuman status, their perpetually cold expressions, and the high bounties they demand, the boss knows that some tricky things can only be left to them.

Tonight, a demon hunter came to his hotel, there must be something coming, the boss's heart was relieved at the moment, although the demon hunters hated it, but they obeyed the rules, and generally did not attack civilians, as long as it was not from an unknown source, the current Wei Lun is not peaceful.

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