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"That's a long story"

. . .

Obviously, it is not a wise choice to stay in the peripheral area that may be involved in the battle at any time to reminisce about the past.

So, under the light of the morning sun, several people rode across the Aina River and marched along the right bank.

On the way, Milva was in charge of taking care of the dizzy Dandelion, while Lu Qi and Geralt rode at the front, talking in a low voice:

"So, you came to me specifically to learn swordsmanship from me?"

"To be precise, I am traveling to the mainland and learning from a famous swordsmanship master by the way."

"If I'm not mistaken, you can do magic, right?"

"so what?"

"Heh, every sorcerer I know doesn't think much of my sword skills at all, thinking it's a dirty trick that will only stain my noble hands."

Hearing this, Lu Qi, who was sitting on the saddle, just shrugged his shoulders, "Although I know magic, I don't think I am a warlock. I value a skill more, and it will help me. If it can be solved with swordsmanship enemies, there's no need to use magic, is there?"

In short, it is one sentence: magic and swordsmanship, I want them all!

"Very interesting point. However, I have more important things to do and I'm afraid not"

"You're going to find Ciri, aren't you?"

The witcher blinked, did not speak, but nodded silently.

"Anyway, I don't have anything to rush to do. How about this, I will join your team and go to find Ciri with you. Then, when you are free, you can teach me swordsmanship."

"This is my own private matter, and you should not be involved." Geralt said coldly.

"Hey, demon hunter, don't forget, you still owe me one more time, no, I saved you again tonight."

"Although we are friends, we still have to pay back the favor."

"So, as long as you teach me all your sword skills, we will settle the matter. At that time, I will leave without your telling me."

As soon as the words fell, before the demon hunter could answer, Lu Qi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "That's the deal!"

Looking at the back of Lu Qi driving his horse forward, Geralt didn't know what to think, and frowned.

. . .

Until the sound of shouting and killing was far away, the group came to the quiet and flowing Yaruga River.

They found a clean space next to a willow tree and tied up the horses so that the four of them could stop and take a rest.

Maybe it was something about Regis, or maybe it was Lu Qi's sudden joining that disrupted his plan. After dismounting, Geralt ran aside, sat on the sand, and began to think alone.

The beautiful archer Milva and Dandelion, whose head was bandaged, began to search for a small boat in the reeds, trying to find some food or tools that could be used to fill their stomachs.

Seeing this, Lu Qi threw the bag containing raw meat and a dry food bag containing bread on the sand.

"There are raw mutton and bread in it, watch and prepare it. I'll go and get my pet first."

After leaving these words, Lu Qi turned around and left, disappearing into the woods illuminated by the morning light.

"Wow, he's so bold. He's traveling with a pet. I don't know if it's a dog or a talking parrot."

Hearing the poet's muttering, Milwa, who had already seen the little griffin, opened the bag and showed a mysterious smile to the poet:

"You'll find out later"

Chapter 548 Baptism of Fire

Just as Lu Qi left, the witcher, who was sitting on the sand beside him and lost in thought, suddenly stood up.

"You two, I have something to tell you."

When the two looked over with puzzled eyes, Geralt cut straight to the point: "You have to go home, go to the Mahakam Mountains in the north."

"what do you mean?"

"It's playtime, we go our separate ways. Dandelion, it's time for you to go home and write your poems, and Milva will take you through the forest"

"Hehe, after you drove Regis away, are you planning to drive us away?"

"During this journey, I'm not sure how many dangers there will be. Therefore, I must complete it alone."

"So you have to let go of the cumbersomeness, the shackles that slow you down and cause you a lot of trouble, that is me." The poet said lightly.

"And me." Milva echoed.

"Listen, this is my private matter and has nothing to do with you. I don't want you to risk your life for something that only concerns me." Geralt's tone softened a lot.

"This is your private business," Dandelion repeated slowly. "You don't need anyone. Companions will only get in your way and slow you down. You don't expect anyone's help, and you don't want to depend on anyone. Besides, you like to be alone. Am I missing something?"

Hearing that, Geralt was inexplicably annoyed, "Just like usual, you left out the brain in your skull. You idiot! If that arrow goes any further to the left, you'll become a rook pecked at you." dead body! You are a poet with a rich imagination, imagine that scene!"

"I repeat, you go north, I go south, alone."

"Then go! I won't beg you, go to hell, witcher! Dandelion, let's make some broth, I'm starving, and listening to him makes me sick"

Just as he watched Milva and Dandelion walk away, the witcher smelled a strange smell again, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice:

"You're testing my patience, Regis."

A vampire in a black robe appeared out of thin air nonchalantly, and sat down beside the witcher.

"I have to change the poet's bandage."

"Then go find him and stay away from me."

Regis sighed, but did not intend to leave obediently:

"I overheard your conversation with Milva and Dandelion." Regis said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I have to say that you are very talented in provoking others. Even if the whole world In hunting you, you turn your back on allies and companions who try to help you."

"This world is really crazy. Vampires actually taught me how to deal with humans. Regis, how much do you know about humans? You are only interested in the smell of their blood, why should I talk to you?"

"This world has long gone crazy. After all, a witcher has started talking to me." After a pause, Regis smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said:

"Perhaps you could take a few words of advice from me?"

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Yeah, I forgot. Advice is superfluous to you, and companions are superfluous. This matter is your own journey, and you must complete it alone. In the final analysis, this is self-punishment Part of it is a baptism of fire. As long as someone reaches out to you and supports you, your sins will be deepened at the same cost, and you will be burdened with more human debts. Therefore, while you are paying for your sins, You don’t want to take on more debt, do you?”

"Exactly. So, vampire, please leave me alone to atone and face my debts alone."

"As you wish, but I still want to give you some advice: think about the so-called guilt."

"Please, go away"

Regis stood up and walked towards Milva and Dandelion who were discussing how to cook raw mutton.

"Need some spices, I have bay leaf, pepper"

"That's great, we still have some onions, carrots, celery, just add them together, a pot of fragrant mutton soup"

"I hope Alex comes back soon, my stomach is almost hungry"

Seeing the three of them cooking together, the demon hunter turned around angrily, pretending not to hear.

. . .

When Lu Qi returned to the river with the little griffin on his back, a simple campfire had already been built.

Above the flames, a pot of mutton soup exuding a rich aroma was boiling in the copper pot, which was extremely tempting.

The vampire who disappeared was sitting by the campfire, changing the bandages for Dandelion.

After exchanging glances with Regis, Lu Qi nodded, then put down the big cage, and said casually:

"Your cooking skills are good, I can smell the fragrance from a long distance."

"It's because of the good ingredients, and the spices of Regis"

While speaking, Dandelion exclaimed as expected when he saw that Lu Qi's so-called pet turned out to be a baby griffin.

"Oh my God!"

Milva, who had been looking forward to this scene for a long time, suddenly laughed.

The exclamation of the poet and the merciless ridicule of the beautiful archer also attracted the attention of the witcher.

He came to Lu Qi's side, looked at the little griffin neighing softly in the wooden box, and asked involuntarily:

"This baby griffin was domesticated by you?"

"That's right, you are so experienced with monsters, can you tell me whether it is a man or a woman? So that I can give it a proper name."

After careful study, the witcher gave his own answer: this juvenile griffin is male, about one year old.

From Geralt's mouth, he learned that the adulthood of a griffin is usually two and a half years old, that is to say, if he wants to become a griffin rider, he must at least domesticate this little griffin for a year and a half.

"Taming a griffin is very troublesome, you'd better be mentally prepared"

"Of course, otherwise, what do you think I'm doing?"

After patting the big cage containing the little griffin, Lu Qi immediately sat down by the campfire:

"May I try your craft?"

“I’ll be right soon!”

Next, while holding the bread, Lu Qi shared the delicious pot of mutton and mixed vegetable soup with several people, while sharing his experience of getting a little griffin.

It wasn't until the pot bottomed out that the few people sitting around the copper pot let out a comfortable moan.

"Ah, I'm stuffed, Dandelion, what a great idea to make soup. And Alex, thanks for the ingredients."

"Indeed, Geralt, what do you think?"

"I want to say thank you, is that enough?"

"Don't worry about it." The poet waved his hand casually, "He is like this. You have never seen him and Yennefer together, especially when they quarreled."

"Hey! I'm still here!" The witcher said with some dissatisfaction.

At this time, the vampire suddenly said:

"Now, let's talk about your troubles, witcher."

"I told you, it's none of your business."

"You don't know where Ciri is at all. Even if you continue to the south, you may not be able to get news of her from the population of Nilfgaard. Perhaps, before that, you have been shot by the Nilfgaardians. A hedgehog."

"Reggis, what's your opinion?"

Raising his chin slightly, the aristocratic Regis said in a deep voice:

"Obviously, Ciri is our target. Since we don't know where she is, we have to find out. Destiny's Child must have everything to do with magic, fate, and other supernatural elements, in my opinion, and I happen to know one people, very knowledgeable in this area and willing to help us”

Chapter 549 A Girl-hunting Squad With Strange People Gathering

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to this hooked-nosed man who had lived for hundreds of years and had seen a lot.

"Oh?! Where is he? Is he far away?" The poet's eyes lit up and he asked hastily.

"Certainly nearer than Nilfgaard's capital, much closer, in fact. Just beyond Anglin, on the other side of the Yaruga River, at the Druid Stone Ring in the middle of Caed Du Forest."

"Angelin, that's the area just occupied by the Nilfgaardians. It's also the place where the Leiria and Livia guerrillas haunt. The preparation of large armies"

Lu Qi, who collected a lot of war information along the way, couldn't help reminding his companions.

Hearing this, Milva waved his hand and said energetically:

"Whether it's a shitty front line of war or not, at least we have a clear location. Let's go!"

As soon as these words came out, the demon hunter was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Aren't you going to ask for my opinion?"

"You?" The poet immediately put on a disgusted expression, "You don't even know what you're doing. Even the soup you just drank is due to us. If it wasn't for us, you would still be hungry now. This pot of soup is the result of teamwork, united for a purpose, you understand, my friend."

"How could he understand that he would only say that he is a lone wolf, but he is neither a hunter nor familiar with the rules of the forest, and wolves never hunt alone." Milva did not forget to make up the knife.

"Oh, he understands." The vampire smiled as usual.

"He just looks a little silly, but I have been expecting him to make up his mind and use his brain. Maybe then he can really draw some useful conclusions."

Geralt, who was repeatedly complained about, immediately opened his mouth and cursed:

"You idiots, the goal has nothing to do with you, but you want to engage in teamwork, go to hell! And myself!"