The Witcher: Darkness Falls

In Grampian Castle, Lyon and his party waited quietly.

In front of them, a middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and pale face was squatting on the ground.

He smoked a cigarette and looked at the corpse of the goblin leader in front of him with a gloomy look.

"Goblin?"

The hoarse voice of the Earl of Grampian sounded slowly.

He raised his head and looked at the dwarf in front of him who was about the same height as he was squatting.

Then he stood up again and exhaled a puff of thick white smoke.

"Madison, you finally gained something today, otherwise I would have considered replacing you."

Madison said anxiously, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm incompetent."

The count waved his hand, turned around, pointed to a chair nearby and said, "Sit down, don't stand.

besides……"

He came to the main seat and sat down, looking at everyone with a gloomy look and said, "Ahem! Madison, when your men come back, remember to hang the bodies of those monsters on the execution platform for me, and then go and release those dwarves."

Madison quickly said, "I'll do it right away."

After saying that, he glanced at Leon and the others, nodded slightly, and trotted out of the castle.

"Please sit down. Why are you standing? Standing like this makes me look like I don't know how to entertain guests.

Cough, cough, cough!" Lord Grampian coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"Sir, can you find a doctor for my friend first? He has been poisoned and his life is in danger." Otik couldn't help but say.

He came here just for this purpose, to let the Count compare him with the goblin corpse and then declare the dwarf not guilty.

So that he can find a doctor to treat Retak.

After entering the city, people started throwing eggs and stones at him, and all kinds of unbearable curses were heard everywhere.

If Madison hadn't stopped him, someone would have hacked him to death with a knife.

Otik was angry and helpless.

These damn goblins appeared out of nowhere, and what made him even more speechless was that these things looked so similar to them, the dwarves.

If it weren't for Zivar's wide knowledge, even the dwarves themselves wouldn't be able to tell the difference between goblins and dwarves.

That's how Retak was bitten. He was stunned when he saw the goblin for the first time, otherwise he wouldn't have been injured.

Now, Retak has fallen into a deep coma and is in critical condition.

However, until the truth came out, no doctor in Grampian would be willing to treat them.

Even if there were no goblins, non-human races would still be discriminated against.

Non-human races often have unique skills due to their own cultural factors.

Elves are natural archers and they are also good looking.

Even if you just have their blood, there is a high probability that you will look good.

Dwarves are natural blacksmiths, warriors, and miners, and they are born to swing hammers.

The dwarves are particularly good at inventions and have a natural talent for making sophisticated equipment.

Halflings are easygoing and timid, but they are extremely skilled at farming and manage farms better than any other race.

They can always find jobs in human cities, or open a store and make a lot of money.

And what about humans?

In addition to the advantage in numbers, the differences between individual individuals are as great as those between humans and pigs.

They complain that humanoids are taking their jobs, but what they don't realize is that even if humanoids didn't exist, there would be better humanoids taking their jobs.

Because there are too many of them, but there are only so many jobs.

But no matter what, human hostility towards humanoid races has always existed.

Ottick could imagine that even if the earl declared the dwarf not guilty, for a long time no doctor in Grampian would be willing to treat Retak.

It will take time to dilute the negative impact of the goblins, but Ritak can't wait.

"Ahem! Of course, there's nothing to say about this. Let my personal doctor go." Lord Grampian said while smoking a cigarette, "You have killed the monster and deserve a reward."

As he said this, he shouted loudly: "Someone! Ahem! Someone, call my doctor! Go quickly!"

A servant ran in hurriedly and ran out immediately.

"Wait! Go with her and tell old Phil that this is an order and he can't refuse. Go, dwarf, and save your friend." Suddenly Earl Grampian shouted again.

Otik became excited and said quickly: "Thank you very much!"

After Otik left, Leon and Zivar took their seats one after another.

Lord Grampian coughed and smoked a cigarette and asked, "Monster hunter, it's rare to see you with dwarves... Um, do you smoke?"

"No." Leon shook his head.

"I smoke!" Zival was not polite at all.

The count was stunned for a moment. He fumbled around in his body for a moment, took out a wooden box from the lining, and then threw a thick, black cigarette to Zival and said, "Next, do you need a lighter?"

"I have it! Thank you!" Zival jumped off the chair, took the cigarette with both hands, then sat back down with his hips twisted, and took out two flints from his pocket.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, brought it close to the flint, and rubbed it hard. Sparks flew out and landed on the cigarette butt.

Zivar seized the opportunity and took a deep puff. The sparks quickly expanded and lit the cigarette.

"Hmm... this is the smell of all-purpose incense. Is it a specialty of Toussen?" Zivar asked with an admiring tone, exhaling two long white streams of air from his nose.

Lord Grampian laughed, but his expression became more sinister.

"Yes, it seems that you are quite knowledgeable, dwarf! Demon hunter, you really don't want to have one? This is a specialty of Toussaint!"

Leon shook his head and said, “Thank you for your kindness, but it’s really not necessary.”

Lord Grampian shook his head and sighed: "What a pity.

Come on, dwarf, tell me everything you know! I'm almost fed up with these bastards lately, they kill and eat people, they are simply devils!

Cough cough cough! "

He waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and his pale face looked a little ferocious.

The Nilfgaard Empire advertised itself as a safe and livable country, but so many man-eating monsters appeared on its territory, and there were two village massacres!

Anyone would be unable to sit still.

If this gets out, he will lose his title and be stripped of it.

Zivar immediately spilled out everything he knew, in every detail, like spilling the beans.

Lyon listened silently until Lord Grampian looked at him, then he spoke: "As you can see, this goblin has a nameplate on it, and Zival said that they were extinct thousands of years ago or even longer.

In other words, these goblins definitely did not hide in the depths of the forest and slowly multiply, but were experimental subjects that escaped from some laboratory and then multiplied rapidly.

We suspect that the 'Ryan' on the nameplate may be the location of the goblin's laboratory, or that the researcher who manages it is called 'Ryan'."

Lord Grampian took a puff of his cigarette, held his breath for a long time before exhaling.

"Ryan... cough cough cough! There is indeed a small town called Ryan in Grampian, about 20 kilometers west of the city, close to the Alba River..."

Leon nodded and said, “Then I suggest you go there and investigate.”

"Cough, cough, cough! Hahaha! Cough, cough, cough, cough!" After hearing this, Earl of Grampian suddenly burst into laughter, and while laughing, he started coughing violently again, and tears came out of his cough.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "That's the only downside. It makes me cough."

As he spoke, he started coughing violently again.

Zivar leaned close to Leon and whispered, "He might have lung problems..."

Leon nodded.

After a long while, Lord Grampian looked at Leon and said, "Shall we go investigate? Ahem! Hunting monsters, I remember that's what demon hunters do, right?"

He looked up at Leon, then at Zival, leaned back in his chair, adjusted himself to a comfortable position and said, "Then, according to the laws of the Empire, when the Empire's land, the lives and property of its citizens are threatened, the lords of each region can unconditionally conscript any citizen of the Empire to serve the Empire."

Zivar said nonchalantly: "Obviously, I am not."

Lord Grampian looked at Leon and said, "If I remember correctly, what did you say when you came in? Leon from Nilfgaard, right? Witcher!"