The Witcher: Darkness Falls

The nights in Yamulak are much more lively than those in Danrowan, after all, it is located in the middle of a tributary of the Alba River.

At the same time, due to the hilly terrain in the northern part of Vicaro, the population also migrated southward, to the tributaries of the Alba River.

Vicvaro itself is not very large, so its prosperity revolves around three cities.

They are Dan Diafor, Yamulak, and Dan Rowan.

Daan Rowan is famous for being backed by the Blue Mountains, being rich in iron ore, and being the place where the Nilfgaard Empire once imprisoned political prisoners.

Yamulak is famous for its abundant production of hair-raising herbs, not only mandrake, but also other herbs.

Many herbalists gather here, and through them the herbs produced in Yamulak are shipped to all over the world.

After Leon and Gammill parted ways, they went to a pub to spend some time.

For him, life is for enjoyment. If he doesn't spend the money he earns, he may not have the chance to spend it after the next mission.

The profession of demon hunter will accompany him throughout his life, and it is also dangerous.

He had no choice.

Similarly, alcohol, sex, and gambling can help him relieve work fatigue and make him more stable when completing the next task.

And it just so happens that all of these are available in the pub.

What's more, Lyon now has more than 3,000 florins on him, which is definitely a huge sum of money, enough to allow him to live a life of luxury here for half a year!

At this moment, Leon was drinking alone at the bar, while his eyes were looking at the other side.

There, a group of drunkards were arguing fiercely, their faces red and they were almost fighting.

However, at the center of the argument, two people were frowning and thinking hard.

Gwent.

It’s just that the Gwent cards they used were far less sophisticated than the ones in the hands of his dwarf friend.

If we make a comparison, the one in his dwarf friend's hand, even if it is taken to the Nilfgaard Palace, can be framed by the Nilfgaard Emperor as a work of art.

Although what is in front of me is quite exquisite, it is very old. It is probably because the paper material is not good. It looks like garbage on the roadside.

“The Dwarven Gwent card is simply a work of art, and the dwarf who invented it is definitely an artist!”

As Leon watched the drunkards playing cards over there, a gentle and moving voice sounded in his ears.

Leon turned around and saw a handsome man with hair as white as golden silk, looking at him with a smile.

The man had a handsome face and a gentle and moving voice. The clothes he wore made him look like a noble knight, and the aura he exuded was also exceptionally noble.

Especially that pair of golden eyes, which are purer than gold!

The moment he turned his head, Leon lost his mind.

He admitted that the man in front of him crushed him in all aspects, including his appearance that he was proud of.

"Can I sit here?" the man asked.

"Go ahead." Leon nodded, and suddenly he wanted to treat the other person to a drink.

This idea was strange. He would only think of paying when he was with friends, like with Jeraka and the others.

But the noble man in front of him was obviously not his friend, as this was the first time they met.

But when they met, he actually felt a sense of familiarity.

"This noble and easy-going temperament really makes people want to get close to him." Lyon sighed in his heart.

Then he said, "Would you like a drink, sir? I'll treat you."

Although the other party doesn't seem to be short of money at all, after all, how could a noble be short of money?

"Thank you very much." The man nodded in thanks.

Soon the waiter brought a large glass of beer.

After seeing the other party take a big sip of beer, Leon took the initiative to say: "Let me make it clear first, I am a demon hunter, you should be able to see that, right?"

In order to avoid trouble, many people were attracted by his appearance, but when they got closer they found out that he was a witcher, so they were shocked and cursed.

Lyon didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, especially from a noble knight, which would only cause a lot of trouble.

The blond man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, his movements so exaggerated that the other nobles accused him of being uncultured.

Leon was a little confused. What was the other party laughing at?

"Hahaha, my friend, don't get me wrong, your words remind me of a friend I once had." The blond man stopped laughing and said.

Leon raised his eyebrows: “Friends?”

The blond man nodded and said, "Yes, when we first met, he emphasized the same thing as you did: 'I don't want any misunderstandings between us, so I'll make it clear in advance: I'm a demon hunter.'"

As he said this, his tone even became cold and calm, exactly like that of a witcher.

"Demon hunter?" Leon was a little surprised that the other party actually had a demon hunter friend.

The next moment he realized that it was no wonder that the other party was not surprised at all when he saw him, and even showed disgust.

At such a close distance, a normal person should have discovered his identity as a demon hunter long ago.

Since he entered the tavern, many beautiful girls have come towards him, but when they noticed his strange pupils, they walked away with a look of regret on their faces.

The other party might not recognize him as a demon hunter, but his peculiar appearance would make the other party think that having sex with him would cause them to contract some strange disease.

He even wondered whether he should take out a few florins and toss them around in his hands to attract these beautiful girls.

He couldn't just yell "I'm just a demon hunter, I don't have any STDs" right?

It's so weird.

Even stranger than if he were a demon hunter.

The blond man took a sip of wine and said, "Yes, witcher, I have a witcher friend. We are not only friends, but also neighbors in the end."

"Are there other demon hunters in Yamulak?" Leon asked. So far, he had not seen any other demon hunters except Kosia.

The blond man shook his head and said, "Not here, in the north. I'm here to travel to the south."

Leon nodded without asking any more questions.

"Come on, cheers my friend, cheers for our meeting today!" The blond man took the initiative to toast.

Leon raised his glass and clinked it with the other person, then took a big sip.

The blond man wiped his mouth and introduced himself: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Borch. People who are familiar with me call me Three Jackdaws. You can call me that too."

As he spoke, Borch pointed to the plaque on his leather armor. On it was three black birds standing in a row in a golden field.

Leon looked over and stared at the small nameplate.

"Three Jackdaws? But why do I not look like a crow?" Leon asked, "Excuse me, sir, is this your family emblem?"

Borch looked at Leon curiously and said, “You don’t need to call me sir, my friend, this is just my personal symbol.

You said it doesn't look like a crow, so what does it look like?"

Leon thought for a moment and said, "It's like a black dragon flying over a golden wheat field."

This time it was Borch's turn to be stunned, but this expression only lasted for a moment before disappearing from his eyes.

Borch immediately smiled and said, "From now on, I will change my name. Please call me Dragon Knight!"

Leon opened his mouth but didn't say anything. The blond man in front of him was very casual.

"Monster Hunter, it's your turn. What's your name?" Borch asked.

Leon quickly said: "Sorry, my name is Leon, Leon from Nilfgaard."