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Seeing that no one spoke, the demon hunter shook his head mockingly, and said to himself:

"I really have a group of good partners, comrades in arms who live and die together, how can I be worthy of you, a bad poet with a lute in hand, a brutal half-human half-dryant, a man who is about to live A vampire for five centuries, and a magic apprentice who tamed a griffin—and he pestered me to learn swordplay from me."

"Hey, make it clear, you owe me that." Lu Qi did not forget to correct him.

"And the leader of this team is a demon hunter who has been condemned by his conscience and is powerless to make a decision." Regis said calmly, "I think it's best for us to remain anonymous to avoid suspicion."

"Or amusing," the poet added.

Hearing that Regis and Dandelion cooperated seamlessly, Lu Qi smiled easily and made a final conclusion:

"But isn't it fun?"

In this way, a girl-hunting team with the goal of finding Ciri, and a bunch of weirdos, was established.

However, they are not the only ones targeting Ciri

. . . . . .

Aden, Wingerburg.

In a tavern.

The imperial coroner of Emperor Nilfgaard, Stephen Skellen, nicknamed "Grey Owl", stretched his waist and said casually:

"Mr. Bonnet, does it really matter if she's that special? I'd rather have her disappear altogether. I'm going to pay you a hundred florins for that."

Florin is the common currency of the Nilfgaard Empire and its subordinate provinces. One hundred florins is roughly equal to one thousand oren.

Judging from the value of the currency, we can know the difference in national power between Nilfgaard and Temeria

"If you're curious, you can check for yourself. Before or after you kill her, it's up to you. No matter what the result is, I solemnly assure you that the reward I will give you will not change."

"What if I hand her over to you alive?"

"Same unchanged."

Hearing this, the tall and thin man named "Bonnet" stroked his gray beard thoughtfully.

Facing this target person whom the Nilfgaardians were willing to offer an unprecedented bounty, he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart - who is the girl who can make the emperor of Nilfgaard so important?

"Shall I bring you her head?"

"No need." The gray owl frowned and said lightly, "What do I want her head for? Soak it in a jar of honey?"

"As evidence."

"I trust you. As we all know, your reputation is very reliable, Bonnet. That's why I approached you to do this matter."

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Seeing the smile on the tall and thin man, Stephen suddenly felt a chill down his spine, even though there were twenty heavily armed soldiers waiting outside the tavern

"Although I deserve it, there are very few people who appreciate me. If I don't bring the heads of all the members of the Mouse Gang, the Varnhagen family and a certain baron will not pay. Since you don't need Falga's head, then I think, you don't mind if I use it to make a set?"

These words made the gray owl from the south frown:

"So you can get another bounty? Where's your work ethic!"

"My lord, the means of my livelihood is not killing, but the service provided through killing. I just provide services to you and the Varnhagen family at the same time."

Glancing at the bounty hunter's left hand that had been on the sword and the scars on his left hand, Stephen nodded and agreed:

"Well said, then do it in the way you think is right. When will you come to receive the reward?"

"soon."

"What does this mean?"

"I got the news that the Rat Gang is rushing to the Bandit Road, planning to go to the mountains to spend the winter. I will intercept them on the road. Within 20 days, not longer."

"Are you sure they'll go there?"

"Someone saw them near Finn Espra." This famous bounty hunter seemed to be very familiar with the movement of the Mouse Gang, and he knew it like the back of his hand:

"There they snatched a convoy and two merchants. They were haunted around Tefi, then stayed one night in Durug, and attended a village assembly. Finally, they turned up Loredo, Falja in A certain guy was chopped into pieces there, and the method was so cruel that people could not help but shudder when they mentioned the scene at that time."

After a pause, the bounty hunter's eyes sharpened, and he added a sentence on his own:

"That's why, I want to know who this Falja is"

5 Chapter [-] Sword Dance and Openness

After leaving the river bank, the girl-hunting team began to walk towards the high place where the hills stretched.

Looking south, you can see the glistening surface of the vast Yaruga River, and to the north, the mountain road leading to the Mahakam range.

Anglin, between Toussaint and Aarden, is famous for producing fine wood.

Of course, after the war broke out, this area became another stage for Nilfgaard to fight with the northern countries.

With Lu Qi's joining, the food of the group has improved significantly.

In order to tame the little griffin, Lu Qi supplemented a lot of dry food and raw meat as early as in Mayenne.

In addition, Milva, an archer who is familiar with the forest, can often hunt some animals or some wild fruits in the forest as a supplement.

During the day, the team walked carefully through the forest trails, avoiding the main road as much as possible, as well as the sound of horseshoes coming from any direction.

After nightfall, they would build a campfire and lie by it for the night.

At that time, Lu Qi will start training his own swordsmanship under the guidance of Geralt, the "Master of Swordsmanship" and "Number One Swordsman in the North".

Just because you can wield a long sword in your hand, you can claim to know swordsmanship.

The routines and skills of swordsmanship are very important, especially when dealing with powerful enemies whose strength and speed are not inferior to your own, skills may be able to determine which side the balance of victory or defeat will tilt.

"Your speed and strength are very powerful, like an extremely flexible troll. But, I have to say, your sword skills are like a piece of shit."

"Thank you for the compliment"

"After dodging, you must block, and use your sword to protect your head and shoulders! Must!"

"Even if my opponent is only one?"

"You never know how many enemies you have to deal with, and you never know the situation behind you. You must protect yourself at all times, relying on footwork and swordsmanship!"

"Turn half a turn! Thrust! Dodge! Do it again!"

Under Geralt's strict and almost ruthless teaching, Lu Qi's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and he quickly mastered a set of coherent sword moves of a demon hunter.

When Geralt showed himself this gorgeous sword move, Lu Qi, who had played "The Witcher [-]", recognized it at a glance. It was the sword dance in the game!

When Lu Qi added a [Swordsmanship lv1] skill to his skill list, he began to gradually hear the words of praise from demon hunters for his progress in swordsmanship

. . .

It is worth mentioning that Dandelion and Milva finally couldn't hold on anymore, and while they were out collecting firewood, they secretly found the demon hunter and Lu Qi, and discussed about Regis.

Obviously, they still have some scruples about having a vampire in their team.

Even though this vampire saved the lives of the two, he never did any harm to his companion

"So, are you scared? It's a bit late now."

The demon hunter first taunted the two of them, then glanced at Lu Qi who was standing aside, and asked:

"What about you, what do you think?"

"I don't care. If he wants to leave tooth marks on my neck, I will give him a sword. However, during the time spent with him, he is not the type who is very fanatical about blood."

"Yes, we are not like you. One is a warlock who knows magic, and the other is a witcher who has dealt with monsters all his life. We are just ordinary people, and we are ordinary people who are afraid of vampires." The poet said eccentrically.

"It's normal for you to be afraid. Regis is a so-called advanced vampire, very dangerous. If he were our enemy, I would be afraid of him too. But, for some reason, he became our companion. Moreover, he also Intending to help us find Ciri, that's why I'm agreeing to take a vampire with me."

"Just for this reason?"

After a pause, the witcher reluctantly added:

"No, and his integrity. Like along the way, when he reached out to us, he hardly hesitated."

"He took out the red-hot horseshoe from the fire, and held it for several seconds without frowning. Tsk tsk, what else could he do?"

"He can become invisible at will, cast spells with his gaze, and put people to sleep. He can also take the shape of a bat and fly, but I suspect he can only do this on a full moon night. But my idea, may not be accurate .He's too much. If you want to know more, you might as well just ask him."

"I think Geralt is right. Companions should be more calm. You can ask him if he will try the smell of your blood while you are sleeping. If you bite on the neck, Geralt and I will try our best to pull you away from him." Lu Qi, who was wiping the sword with a rag, said casually.

"Hehe, your words did not comfort me at all."

However, neither of them had the courage to take such a straight-to-the-point approach, but adopted a relatively more euphemistic approach.

Finally, under the poet's clumsy temptation, Regis directly pointed out the two's little thoughts:

"Dandrian, I understand what you mean. Then let me reassure you. I'm a vampire, but I don't drink blood."

"You must have misunderstood me, I don't mean"

Before the poet pretended to be easy to defend, Regis interrupted him:

"I don't drink blood, it's been many years, I've given up a long time ago"

In the following time, in Regis' calm and nostalgic tone, he explained why he no longer indulged in vampirism.

It turned out that when he was young, Regis was as unrestrained as other vampires who were obsessed with blood.

However, when he missed a blood-sucking session and was brutally killed by angry villagers, Regis, who spent 50 years reborn from the grave, quit the blood-sucking habit ever since.

In addition to telling the story of not vampirism, Regis also introduced some secrets of vampires to his companions:

For example, blood is not necessary for survival, it is only a delicacy enjoyed occasionally. After being bitten by a vampire, it will not become a vampire. A vampire is not afraid of the sun, and can also walk around the world swaggeringly

Perhaps it was the vampire's openness and sincerity that dissipated the little suspicion among the companions and made everyone feel much happier.

But the joy of travel turned to awe as they made their way through an unstrategic and deserted countryside into a vast expanse of dense forest.

Because, they once again came into close contact with the cruel scene of war:

A flock of crows hovered over the forest, uttering eerie wailing; among the bushes, burnt pyres, and corpses stripped of clothes could be seen everywhere, exuding a stench.

And they had to hide in valleys and bushes.

At the same time, there were rapid and intensive sounds of horseshoes around them.

Chapter 551 Thanks to the dwarf old iron for a rune sword

"It's the same again"

Looking at the dust rising in the distance, the poet who tried his best to hide his body in the bushes frowned: "We don't know who is beating whom, and we don't know who is in front, who is behind, and who is in front of us." Offensive, who is retreating. To me, war is like a brothel on fire"

The demon hunter on the side interrupted him loudly: "You have said it, almost a hundred times!"

"There are dead bodies of elves in the bushes, they are Scoia'tael commandos." Lu Qi, the only one among them with military literacy, couldn't help saying: "The elves and the Nilfgaardians, crossing the Yaruga River, want to To attack Temeria from this route, but they are stopped. That is my opinion."

"Anyway, whoever fights has nothing to do with us. Who is the enemy and who is the companion, only we have to say." Milva directly concluded.

"Yes."

Listening to the slightly trembling ground, it gradually subsided, and the sound of the hooves of the war horses went away, and a group of people walked out of the lush bushes, led the horses carefully, and continued to move forward.

After spending a frightening night in a certain valley, after dawn, the group of people who set off again did not see the army or the sound of marching.

As a scout, Milva rode in the forefront, and the others were a little behind.

It is rare that he does not have to dodge the passing army, and the poet who talks all the time expresses his worries to his fellow companions:

"I just hope that the druids will put down their airs and help us find Ciri. I have seen the druids, they are a bunch of stubborn, silent, cold and weird hermits. They may not talk to us at all, more Don't talk about helping us with magic."

After Regis emphasized his friendship with the druid, the poet turned to share a story about the druid with others.

The general content of the story is that a druid petitioned the king of Cidaris, asking the king to order that only the subjects were allowed to use fishing nets of the specified mesh size for fishing.

Because, only in that way, all the big fish that are caught will be mature, and the remaining small fish will continue to stay in the ocean and multiply.This measure can effectively prevent uncontrolled fishing and prevent fish stocks from going extinct.

According to Lu Qi, the druid's point of view is very advanced, and it is also a means of protecting marine life in modern times.

However, in the Middle Ages, such views were not taken seriously by those in power in the court and the troublemakers.

When the king heard that the fish might become extinct after thousands of years, he politely asked the guards to send the druid out of the palace, and asked him to come to him again after 1000 years.

It can be seen from this that druids are a group of profound scholars who aim to protect nature and maintain ecological balance.

However, compared with some modern environmentalists who shout the slogan of protecting nature, but privately enjoy all kinds of non-environmental protection facilities, Druid's environmental awareness is much better

Just when the poet laughed at the druid, the beautiful archer who walked in the front suddenly ordered rudely: