Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Witcher and His Cabin ()

What happened? Is it impassable here?

Barricades blocked the only bridge available for passage, and he shouted at the top of his voice before he could get close to Borch.

Do you have a pass? If you don't have one, you can't pass. The guard yawned lazily.

Pass, what's that? Geralt looked puzzled, but the guard muttered casually, pointing to the distance without looking back.

Don't ask me, I'm only responsible for checking the documents.

Everyone followed his guidance and saw the leader the guards were talking about, and a tall and thin man standing beside him.

He looked drowsy, carefully stroking a lute, and on his head was a strange fuchsia hat decorated with a silver buckle and a long egret feather.

The owner of the hat just happened to raise his head while everyone was watching, revealing a pair of cheerful blue eyes.

It's amazing that Geralt can meet you here. You don't happen to have a pass, do you?

Permit, what do I need that thing for? Dandelion, we're going to cross the river.

Roger stared at this well-known bard in the wizarding world. His ability to recite poetry may be commendable, but what is talked about more is his lace news.

Dandelion's hobbies were much broader than Geralt's single-mindedness towards sorceresses.

Age and race are not an issue, not even gender.

This guy has achieved a real kill of all ages and all species. He is an out-and-out LSP, which reminds Roger of his friend in another world.

It can be regarded as an enhanced version of Henrik without a lower limit.

But I have to say that Dandelion is indeed a handsome guy.

You don't know yet, haven't you met Niedamir, didn't you come to hunt dragons?

Dragon, what dragon? Borch asked with great interest.

Then he introduced himself, I'm Borch, you can also call me Three Jackdaws, and the two ladies beside me are my bodyguards.

And this... At this point, he paused, pointing to Roger who was standing next to Geralt.

It's Roger, who is known as the dragon rider, and he is Geralt's companion. When he said this, there was obviously a lot of teasing in his tone.

Dandelion rolled his eyes and looked at Roger carefully, and then he straightened his chest, I'm Dandelion, um... people call me Brave and Invincible,...most young ladies call me that.

This is obviously a title he made up casually not wanting to lose his momentum.

Get to the point.

Geralt interrupted Dandelion impatiently. He knew his friend, and if not controlled, this guy could talk to the end of the world.

Afterwards, under the introduction of Dandelion, everyone understood what happened.

A wounded dragon ran into the nearby mountains, and the incident also involved politics between Niedamir and the surrounding countries.

Therefore, the dragon not only represented wealth, but also became Niedamir's inevitable goal, so he blocked the path, gathered the population, and planned to hold a vigorous dragon slaying operation.

After all, before flying away, the green dragon was injured, and it seemed that he would die at any moment!

This has nothing to do with us, we don't hunt dragons.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Geralt planned to take a detour to leave here. Although it would waste a little time, at least it could avoid a lot of trouble.

Roger seemed to have no opinion, but at some point there was a figure beside him.

It was Dandelion.

You are also a witcher? Dandelion had known Geralt for many years, and he had heard of many of Geralt's friends.

New friend. Roger nodded.

It's great, your story will definitely stimulate my creative inspiration, and I can't wait to listen to it.

Dandelion danced exaggeratedly, And your title, Dragon Rider, how did it come about?

You tamed a dragon,

Make it your mount, or...the word has a deeper meaning.

Roger blinked, and had to say that in some respects, Dandelion did have invincible judgment.

At this time, Borch and the others seemed to have completed the negotiation. Roger saw the purse and the smile on the face of the guard leader, but Geralt had a gloomy expression in contrast.

Soon he was at Roger's side.

Something happened, Roger, I'm afraid I can't go on to Povis, I'm going to stay and take a look, because... Geralt hesitated to speak.

You're interested in dragons? Bolch asked, apparently hearing Geralt's words too.

No, it's not. Geralt mumbled.

I know why, what else in this world can make a man dream about and be desperate for himself? Dandelion said while stroking the lute in his hand.

Oh... Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

It was Yennefer, and Geralt must have heard from her.

It's okay, we'll separate when we get to the fork in the road. Roger didn't care.

Aren't you interested in a dragon? Borch asked suspiciously.

Roger didn't speak, but gave the other party a meaningful look.

Well, anyway, at least let's get through here first.

The people walked all the way through the wooden bridge, and soon came to a camp.

There were several stout dwarves sitting by the fire, and one of them was very strong, looking like an old oak tree more than a thousand years old.

Seeing Roger and the others from a distance, he was the first to say, Come and have a seat. Compared to the other guys who died, you at least look decent.

The famous Geralt, what are you doing here? I remember that hunting dragons is not your strong point.

Roger pursed his lips and did not answer. He looked around, but did not find the familiar figure beside the other fires.

But the smell of cloves and gooseberries in the air told him that she was here.

Look what I see?

A strange demon hunter. This is really a strange place. Not only are there legendary dragons, but even demon hunters appear in pairs.

If you want me to say that dealing with that big reptile is not your strong point, professional things should be left to professional people. We have accepted the commission, so we will never easily share the results of the battle with anyone.

Obviously he was worried that the appearance of Roger and others would dilute their profits.

If you want to get involved, even if Niedamir agrees, you should at least cooperate with us...

Okay, Boholt. It was another dwarf who spoke, Yarpen Zigrin, the leader of the group.

This is the wilderness, maybe we will meet other monsters along the way, and then there will be a chance for the demon hunter to make a move.

He seemed to be dissuading, but he obviously didn't want Roger and others to intervene in the dragon hunt.

You mean to let us obey your orders? Roger raised his eyebrows.

This is the best way to avoid conflict and bloodshed. Boholt bared his teeth, and the other dwarves also showed vicious smiles.