"It's almost here, we should be able to reach our destination before dark."

The man narrowed his eyes and raised his head, revealing a face that looked a bit ferocious. An interlaced scar spread from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ears. Even if he did not make any expression, this face would make the client hesitate again and again when he was performing his mission.

After all, in most cases, people always like to judge people by their appearance and classify them by this.

At the end of the forest, a wide valley lies in front of you, and the boulders scattered at the bottom of the valley spread to the steep slopes on the other side.

The White Stone River flows through the middle of the valley, and foam floats over the huge rocks, and logs drift down the river.

The surroundings are getting colder and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. In the mountains, this means the arrival of a storm.

"Kelmohan is already very close." He repeated again, and after saying that, he looked back at his companion who was following him.

As always, he did not see any expression on the other person's face showing his heart.

In fact, most witch hunters will show themselves with a cold face when performing missions outside to show their sense of alienation.

But for some reason, he always felt that the man in front of him was different from most witch hunters.

But he couldn't say what's specific.

A kind of indifference or aloofness?

Or just simple confident?

The man nodded, and then his tense face suddenly collapsed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Eskal, should I hunt a bear as a preparation for this winter, or as a gift for my first visit."

"Ha, there is no need for this at all, Roger."

Escar's mouth twitched. He was obviously going to squeeze out a smile, but the slight change in his expression on his face made the hideous scar more conspicuous.

The whistling wind made him feel a little more fierce.

"Although you are not from Kelmohan, believe me, everyone here will treat you like me." He pointed to his eyes.

“We are all the same.”

"To be honest, there are really not many witch hunters who can see alive now."

"Apart from a certain guy, most people are still friendly." Finally, Eskal muttered again.

Roger smiled and did not ask who the guy Escar said was. He raised his head, looked into the sky in the distance, and began to look forward to that special place.

Time in the wizard world has been restarted, and everything that happened in the past naturally cannot be changed. People living in this world do not know what is happening in the entire plane.

They could only see the sky in the distance and feel the earth under their feet. For Roger, coming here was more about turning that out of reach into reality.

He wants to walk on this road in person and feel the breath here.

In addition, there is still the obsession of two "companions" in him.

Ophelia and Nazero.

The mountain path becomes wider, and after passing a gully, it turns into the valley. The valley is a wide depression, and the forest spreads among the uneven rocks.

Not long after, the surrounding terrain became wide open, and they walked along the stream at the bottom of the valley. After walking along the stream for a few minutes, they passed through another valley and climbed up the semicircular slope.

Then there Roger saw Kelmohan with his back against a steep stone wall.

Or, its ruins.

Half of the trapezoidal walls were demolished, the remaining parts of the castle and the gate, and the rough and solid castle main building.

"It wasn't like this a long time ago." Eskal suddenly spoke.

"At that time, there were many people here, the training was cruel, and there were many people who fell down or went crazy, but at that time everyone was full of hope."

"Because there are always new witch hunters joining us every once in a while, we can't... leave our bloodlines, and those apprentices represent our inheritance."

"But now..." Eskal shook his head and walked forward first.

Roger followed him and walked through the only bridge left on the moat. The sky had become darker, but this could not affect Roger's sight.

He lowered his head and saw the dry bones scattered at the bottom of the river, densely packed, almost filling the entire gully.

A packaged iron grille appeared in front of me, and behind the worn iron door was a dark corridor. At this moment, a low voice sounded.

"Welcome back, Eskal."

After a slight pause, the sound suddenly became sharp.

"Who is following you?"

While speaking, Roger also felt a pair of sharp eyes locking him firmly in the darkness.

"He's Roger from the north, and he's like us, spending the winter for the first time here this year."

Eskal took a step forward and blocked the sharp gaze.

"north?"

“There are still…”

"Shut up, Lambert, you should at least open the door and let us in first. The weather is getting colder and colder. Also, Roger is our companion."

"And he saved my life not long ago!" Eskal's tone slightly heavier.

"Ha..." Lambert muttered casually, even though he stood in the shadow, Roger could see Lambert's appearance clearly.

There was a shallow scar on his cheek, but it was not as hideous as Eskal, but it was hard for this guy to like him.

The sarcasm and meanness in his bones were completely engraved on his face, as if as soon as he opened his mouth, these emotional things would be spewed out overwhelmingly.

Lambert, Roger smiled, and in his memory, this was really a difficult guy.

He is very nice and his mouth is smelly.

This should be the most accurate summary of him.

"Are you the only one back?"

The iron door was slowly opened, Escar asked casually.

"And Visemir, who comes back every year, but we are the only ones who besides him."

"Where is Geralt?"

Escar raised his eyebrows.

"God knows that Geralt of Livia, his reputation alone is probably more than the total of all the remaining demon hunters."

Lambert replied sarcastically. Roger could hear the emotions in the other party's tone, but it was not sarcasm or jealousy, but a special teasing between his companions.

"It's not the time yet, I originally planned to introduce you to what you know." Eskal turned around and glanced at Roger, then looked up at the sky.

"It's getting colder and colder, and there may be a blizzard soon. If you don't see him in the past two days, then Geralt may not be back this year."

The two walked into Kelmohan side by side.

Entering the interior, the dilapidation here made Roger feel even more desolate. This was once a huge castle like a fortress, but now, in addition to the broken walls, the past prosperity has also disappeared in the years.

Then Roger saw a tall and strong old man wearing witch hunting equipment. Every ravine on his face seemed to correspond to the ruin of the castle.

This is a witch hunter who may be older than Kelmohan.

Visemir.

"Welcome to Kelmohan, my friend."

"I have longed for it for a long time." Roger replied with a smile.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

"No, the reason why Kelmohan is Kelmohan is not the big rocks that are stuck outside."

“It will get better.”
Chapter completed!