It was already noon when Leon and Dante arrived in Swinnia.

At this time, after a morning of drizzle, Leon stood on a hill and looked at the shadowy town in the mist, lifted the wet hair on his forehead, and wiped the sweat from his head with his cuffs.

The morning was too tiring.

If it weren't for the fact that he had completed his first meditation yesterday and had taken multiple potions, it would have been impossible for him to keep up with Dante's pace, even if he had a great talent for strength.

He looked at his trouser legs, which were splattered with mud, and once again felt deeply that compared to wizards, the witchers who could only walk on their legs were mud legs.

This is a mud leg in the true sense of the word.

He looked at Dante beside him, far from spotless, but much cleaner than he was, and he did not look tired at all, and he seriously doubted that this thing would walk to the North Pole without panting.

Dante glanced at him and said, "Go on, and rest when you arrive." ”

The two of them continued to walk, and soon, they saw the two rows of wooden horses at the entrance of the town.

Five townsfolk armed with spears and wooden shields were approaching from behind, apparently seeing an outsider coming, to inquire or drive them away.

Dante twitched his nose and said expressionlessly, "Hmm—it's a very strong breath of death, and a lot of people must have died here not long ago." ”

Li Ang took advantage of the break to gasp for breath, and replied casually: "In this era, where the immortal is called strange." ”

Dante shook his head: "It is said that there is no Black Death here. ”

"How is that possible?"

Sicily was the hardest hit by the Black Death, which had been rapidly drowning in terrible diseases since the Black Death landed in Messina.

He could understand if some of the cold regions of northern Europe were free from the Black Death, but how could Sicily still have a paradise that was not affected by the Black Death?

Even if it's off the beaten track, rats can always arrive, right?

Dante said: "The roads here are muddy and difficult to navigate, deep in the middle of nowhere, and there are few outsiders. And they never let any outsiders in. ”

Leon didn't dwell on the matter of the Black Death, and asked, "Then how do we get in?"

Dante chuckled, "It depends on whether they are willing to die in the werewolf's mouth or endure the Black Death, which has a very small chance of occurring." ”

At this time, the five townspeople who had arrived in a hurry finally arrived, and they all shouted loudly.

"Stop!"

"Fuck off, you damned outsiders. ”

"Outsiders are not welcome here, get out of here!"

Dante took off his hood, there was no blood on his pale face, and his sharp eyes swept over the townspeople who were shouting before, and the other party actually subconsciously took two steps back, as if he saw an ancient beast.

Dante slowly took out a parchment scroll from his bosom and said with an indifferent expression: "I am a witcher invited by Bishop de Ville, who is the lord of Swinnia, let him come out to meet me?"

"Witcher?"

"And let the lord see him?"

The townspeople looked at each other.

They hadn't heard of the term at all.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "You're here to deal with those werewolves?"

Dante replied succinctly, "Yes." ”

"And what about the guy next to you?"

"He's my assistant. ”

They whispered again, and soon came to a conclusion, and one of them said loudly, "We can't let you in unless you take off your clothes and let us check it." ”

Dante frowned, his expression slightly cold: "I said to call your lord to come and talk to me." ”

These townspeople didn't even have a leader, and after a little whispered discussion, one of them trembled and said, "I'll call our lord." ”

Their fears are understandable, and in fact, even though Dante's attitude towards Leon has always been kind, Leon still feels that his temporary "teacher" exudes a strong sense of danger.

Not long after, a knight in worn-out chain mail hurried over.

Looking at him like this, he is not much better than the outfit of a wandering knight who has lost his territory.

When he came to the horse, he said with a proud expression: "You are the witchers invited by the Bishop?"

Dante raised an eyebrow: "You are the lord of Swinnia?"

The knight snorted coldly: "That's right, I am the Lord of Swinia, a vassal under the command of Count Caltaniseta, and a knight from Aragon, Bob Coseyne. ”

Dante didn't care about his tone anymore and nodded, "Hello Bob Knight, I'm Dante the Witcher, and this is my apprentice and assistant Leon. ”

The fact that there was no disease in Swinnia was a secret, but no one knew how it got to Caltanissetta.

This caused a sensation, and many of the great nobles planned to flee to the town to escape the plague.

The Lord of Swinnia, the Bob Knight, who had given up his territory, immediately decided to return to Swinnia first, ready to meet the upcoming nobles.

After all, it was still his fiefdom, even if he had only been there once in ten years.

But when he arrived, he found that there had been a wolf plague here, more than a dozen people had been attacked and killed by werewolves, and the same number had disappeared mysteriously.

Such a poor town is not worth the Bishop's personal commission to ask the witchers to hunt the werewolves.

But now it's different, the town has become a sanctuary for the Caltanisseta aristocracy, and there is no room for error.

Bob said loudly, "Since you have arrived, please start exterminating the demons as soon as possible, otherwise I have the right to deduct your bounty." ”

Dante frowned: "Bishop Deville didn't say that. ”

Bob was furious: "Shut up, you dare to call the Bishop by his name, you damned heretics. ”

Dante didn't mean to quarrel with him at all, and said lightly: "Leon, let's go." ”

Immediately, the two turned and left.

Bob's furious face gradually turned to horror, Swinnia was the only straw that he, a down-and-out knight, could hope to turn over, and if the two witchers were by him, how much would a werewolf-infested Swinnia infuriate the nobles of Caltanisseta be angry?

And if he messes all this, he will definitely not have any chance of turning over.

His knighthood could be deposed!

He hurriedly chased after him, and this time his tone became extremely flattering: "Mr. Dante, I was just joking with you, and the bounty will not be deducted in any way. The rest of the two of them had been arranged below, and the two of them must have been tired from coming from afar. ”

Dante turned his head and said very simply, "Lead the way." ”

The two of them swaggered into the town like this, in fact, in Leon's opinion, this knight Bob is really nothing to be arrogant, his back cover Swinnia is not so much a small town, in fact, it is not as good as the village that Baron Tebelli gave to his knights, it is located in a remote area, and there is no special product to speak of.

Under the Count of Caltanissetta, he is probably a marginal figure who can't even remember his name.

Far behind Bob Knight, Leon whispered, "What if he doesn't come and ask us to go back?"

Dante chuckled: "Then let's really go, there is no shortage of demons in the world now, what is lacking is demon hunters, it's a big deal to waste a morning's time." ”

At this, a sneer flashed through Dante's expression.

"Leon, I'm afraid you don't know yet, as long as you reach the middle sequence, your lifespan can be extended to two hundred years, what is it to waste a little time, of course, provided that you can live to that time. ”

"Speaking of which, we demon hunters are really rare people who can live a good life. ”

Dante's tone was strange, both emotional and self-deprecating.

Li Ang felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but complain: "Mr. Dante, can you stop intimidating me all the time?"

Dante frowned: "This is not a threat. ”

Li Ang was helpless: "Okay, even if it's the truth, do I have any better choice now?"

"It's gone. ”

Dante shook his head very sincerely, making people lose their temper at all.

Leon shook his head secretly, Mr. Dante was such a serious person that it was a little difficult to communicate.

Follow Bob Knight to the so-called "residence", only to find that it is much better than expected, although the furniture is simple, at least there is a rudimentary fireplace for drying clothes.

The two quickly took off their coats and hung them up, ready to dry them, and then sat down on the bed and began to rest.

The arduous journey of the whole morning was really a burden for Leon.

Dante certainly doesn't need to rest, but the problem is that he is the main force in this exorcism.

Anyway, if he doesn't recuperate, he will never rush to deal with those werewolves.