In March, the snow had slowly melted, the temperature gradually rose, and it was time for everyone to leave again.

This time they left a little later than in previous years, because Kelmohan became extremely comfortable under Roger's care this winter. If it weren't for all the stored wine, everyone would have been delayed for a while.

Roger was packing his luggage, and on his back, there were two cold and bright swords, which were prepared by Escar and Lambert for him, and his equipment came from Vishermil.

Although the craftsmanship is really not very good.

"If you plan to go to the northwest, you should be able to travel with Geralt." Eskal said while tidying up his things.

"Gealt is going there too?" Roger asked casually.

"He has been tracking someone's information..." A voice suddenly came from behind. It was Lambert, who had already packed his bags.

Lambert squeezed out a weird smile, "Hey, Roger, you should have heard that name, the sorcerer who made Geralt unexcited. Some people say she occasionally appears in Povis, and even stays once for several months."

"It's almost the same time, so Geralt plans to try his luck."

"Hmph, I don't know where he liked that woman? She lived in Kelmohan for a while a few years ago, and the two of them were inseparable during those days."

"But the enthusiasm of the sorcerer comes quickly and retreats quickly. Those women all have faces, and our Geralt is quickly abandoned..."

"Ahem!" Eskal couldn't help but cough twice, but Lambert continued to say regardless of it: "They are good partners on the journey, but if you have a long contact... tsk, Roger, I heard from me that there are girls in this world that are enthusiastic and open, but only the sorcerer, it's better to stay away from them."

"Yeah?"

"Does one of them make you unable to get out of bed?" Geralt's voice came from behind Lambert.

Lambert didn't care, shrugged and waved his hand to say goodbye to everyone.

At this time, Roger finally understood how the wooden bed in the so-called luxurious room he had lived in... was so bad that it looked like that.

"Roger, are you going to Povis too?" Geralt asked curiously. After a winter of time, everyone was already very familiar with each other. Naturally, Geralt also heard the rumor about Roger.

"It's probably in that direction. Actually, I have no purpose, it's just a feeling." Roger said vaguely.

"It's good that way. We can set off together to officially experience the life of the witch hunter." Someone who walked with Geralt seemed extremely happy, but before he set off, he suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, Roger, you'd better control your power in front of outsiders, that's too shocking for anyone."

"After all, even if you only maintain the most basic state, there will not be many people in this world who are your opponents."

Roger nodded, then several people turned over to the horse, slowly moved away from Kelmohan, and waved goodbye at the fork in the road.

"See you in winter!"

Kelmohan is in Codwin, while Geralt's purpose is to be in the northwest Povis. In this process, it is necessary to travel through several countries in succession, especially Kantongen, in the heart of the area.

What Geralt didn't know was that it was one of Roger's important destinations.

The life of the witch hunter was even more boring and difficult than Roger thought. They hardly entered the larger city-state, but only spent the night in nearby villages and towns.

Because it is easier to receive commissioned tasks there, those dim bars do not have much mood, and the beer is mixed with too much water, making it difficult for the maids to get started.

As they walked along the way, the two of them were in a state of dust and had no fun. Fortunately, the weather was getting warmer, and by the time they arrived at Kangongen, they had completely gotten rid of the cold.

"Bang!"

Geralt gasped and dragged the petrified lizard's body to everyone.

"It's this thing, two hundred lintas, the quality is good!" He stared at the purse in the city magistrate's hand. Just judging from the shape and size outside, Geralt didn't think that the purse could hold two hundred lintas.

really.

"I'm sorry, respected Master of Demon Hunter, we can't make up so many."

"How many do you have?" Geralt frowned. The price was negotiated in advance, but he didn't encounter too many similar things.

“One Hundred and Eighty.”

The city magistrate said carefully.

Generally speaking, Geralt's asking price is not too high, and it is definitely worth the labor he has put in.

Taking a deep breath, his lips slightly pursed and suppressed his anger. He stretched out his hand, "Give me the money!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

"If next time, next time we..."

"Get out!" Geralt shouted coldly. He would rather not make the money than hear someone die at the hands of the monster.

The city magistrate looked embarrassed, and waved his hand and took the two servants and ran away with them.

"That guy lied." Roger said slowly with his hands clasped his shoulders.

"I know." Geralt smiled bitterly, but then sighed, "Forget it, at least we can have a full meal at noon today." He said, shaking the purse in his hand.

Roger refused to comment. This was Geralt's task. He didn't want to point out too much. Everyone has their own principles, and this is the biggest difference between Geralt and others.

"What you eat doesn't matter, but I can't squeeze in the same room with you anymore." Roger chuckled.

"Oh, sorry, there are indeed fewer tasks, but we should be able to get more hands on our hands when we move forward."

The two of them packed their luggage and were about to turn on their horses, but at this moment, a sound full of energy came from afar.

"Master of the Demon Hunter!"

It was a man with thick curly hair and a majestic face. He threw out a ball of things while talking.

Bang.

Geralt reached out to catch it, and there was a crisp sound of metal rubbing inside.

"This is your money."

Roger also noticed at this time that two strong women were following behind the man.

They are tall and strong in shape, and they only use bobcat skin to wrap important parts. The weather is not hot at this time, but the temperature seems to have no effect on them.

In addition, the sabers on their crossbody also emitted a strong smell of blood, and the weapon was just stained with blood not long ago.

"It's your due reward, and that greedy guy embezzled him."

"So you killed him?" Geralt pinched the purse in his hand.

"No, not, but greed comes at a price."

"Okay." Geralt smiled and nodded, then introduced himself and Roger to the stranger.

"I..." The strange man pointed to the faded heraldry on his tunic, with three black birds embroidered on it, lined up in the golden field.

"I am Bolchi, and others call me the Three Jackdaws. They are my personal bodyguards, Tia and Via."

Jackdaw...Roger looked at the strange man with interest, and his eyes aroused the other party's curiosity.

When he noticed Roger, Bolch's pupils, which is the so-called Three Jackdaws, suddenly shrank, and seemed to be greatly stimulated.

The guards around them noticed the owner's alertness and nervously held the knife handle, but they did not notice any abnormalities around them.
Chapter completed!