The Witcher: Darkness Falls

"Geralt, are you commemorating someone?" Leon asked, looking at the bouquet of flowers in Geralt's hand.

These are the white daisies he bought from the florist. They are very fresh and must have been picked not long ago.

“Yes,” Geralt replied calmly, “I have a friend lying in here too, so I’ll go check on him.”

Leon was a little curious, friend?

But as a demon hunter who has lived for more than 300 years, it is normal for him to have a few human friends.

After all, he had a vineyard in Toussaint.

Regis smiled and said, "It's Dandelion, a bard who is handsome, romantic, loyal and arrogant, and a close friend of Geralt and me.

He lived a life of romance and happiness. In his time, the whole world, from the royal nobles to the rural women and children, knew his name. In fact, he was indeed very talented. "

Leon was quite surprised, because he had heard of Dandelion's name, because he had read part of Dandelion's work "The Young Lions of Cintra", from which he learned the story of the legendary witcher Geralt and Ciri.

Seeing some surprise in Leon's eyes, Regis chuckled and said, "It seems that you know him. Well... you also know Geralt, then do you know Ciri?"

Leon nodded.

Regis frowned and said in disbelief, "There's no reason why you don't know me. Dandelion even promised to write my story into poetry.

We exchanged at least thirty letters, and I paid the postage every time. Not only that, I also put in a lot of money. He said that it was a support for his creation!

And you heard my name from the Schuttenbach winery.

It's a pity that I don't know any black magic, otherwise I would have to consider whether I should wake Dandelion from his century-long slumber and ask him what he did with the money he received from me for more than ten years!"

Regis looked a little disappointed, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was just joking.

Geralt chuckled and said with a slight smile: "You actually believed that bastard. When I traveled with him, my wallet was never full. Money always disappeared inexplicably and I used it to pay off his debts.

I guess the money you sent her for creative support was all used by him to pay off his debts. The money he owes is more than I have ever earned in my entire life."

Lyon listened silently on the side, and soon they arrived at their destination, Merle Lachaise Longue Cemetery.

When Lyon saw the group of tombs in front of him, he was truly enlightened today.

If he hadn't come here with Geralt and Regis, he would have thought this was some nobleman's back garden.

All the tombs are built in the mountains and forests. Each tomb has a very exquisite tomb mound, and there are also exquisite animal statues in front of the tomb door.

Leon sighed, "It's so beautiful, but aren't there too many?"

He looked around and found that the scope of this cemetery was a bit exaggerated.

Regis explained, "This was once the cemetery of the elves. Although the elves have a long lifespan, it does not mean they will not die.

The average lifespan of the elves is around five hundred years. This is not only due to their genes, but also due to their advanced medical technology.

However, except for the elven wizards, sages, and fortune tellers who have a very long lifespan, which may be as long as a thousand years, the lifespan of ordinary elves is around 500 years.

Moreover, the lifespan of elven warriors is generally over 450 years. After all, years of training cannot be completely cured by any powerful healing technique, and they will eventually become ill from overwork and die early.

At the same time, other factors such as war and disease can also lead to the death of elves."

"But it doesn't need to be so big. If it is used to build houses, the population of Beauclair can be doubled!" Lyon said.

Regis continued, “No, the elves’ view of life and death is somewhat different from that of humans.

In their view, death is just a return to nature, another form of rebirth. Moreover, they treat death as solemnly as birth.

Except for times of war, the elves' cemetery is like an underground palace, and the part above the ground alone is more exquisite than most human dwellings.

Open the door of the tomb and there will be no problem for people to live inside.

However, the original Merle-Lachaise-Longue Cemetery was not actually this large, and almost one-third of it was expanded by the later rulers of Toussaint.”

As he spoke, he pointed to a relatively simple grave in the distance on the left and said, "Over there, there is actually only a grave mound built. There is nothing underneath except a coffin. It is very different from the elf heritage in front of us."

Leon looked in the direction Regis pointed. Indeed, although the tomb over there imitated the architectural style of the elves, it was much smaller in size than the original elven buildings.

"Where is Dandelion?" Leon looked at Regis and asked, "Deeper?"

Regis shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. Geralt, lead the way."

Geralt said in a deep voice: "Come with me."

Led by Geralt, they walked straight into a cobblestone path in the cemetery, then turned left into a path with starry sky on both sides, and finally they stopped at the end of the path.

Lyon looked at the tombstone in front of him, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the gourd-shaped musical instrument carved out of stone on the tombstone.

"That's the lute, Dandelion's favorite. He carries it with him wherever he goes. He likes to play it when he has nothing to do and show off his singing skills." Regis said.

Leon was naturally familiar with the lute. Most bards would carry this thing with them so that they could play and sing to make a living.

Geralt walked forward and placed the white daisy in front of the grave without saying a word.

Regis didn't say anything. He took out a bottle of wine from his messenger bag and poured the wine out.

Lyon looked at the words on the tombstone and saw that it read: "Tomb of Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Reitenhap."

The words below are his epitaph: "There is nothing here but dry bones. If you want to understand me, read my poems."

Geralt and Regis stood in front of Dandelion's tomb for a short time, and they said nothing.

"Okay, time to get down to business." Geralt turned around and said, "Regis, feel where those vampires are?"

Regis nodded and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he pointed in one direction of the cemetery and said, "I feel like they're all gathered over there."

Geralt looked in the direction of Regis's finger and immediately frowned: "Are you sure it's over there?"

Regis nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

Geralt said solemnly, "That's the grave of Lady Anna Henrietta."