Chapter 287 286. Geralt of Rivia
“Relax, Carrot. Relax, shh~”
He has a vicissitudes of life but is still heroic and deep, with a head of neck-length breasts His long white hair makes him look a little sickly, with cat eyes, and a silver snarling wolf head necklace hanging on his chest.
Geralt of Rivia, a wolf witcher. At this time, he was calming his horse.
"Miss Eliza, could you ask your servants to put down the pitchforks? These things are not safe for living animals. The horses will be scared."
He was making requests, but the face of this wolf sect demon hunter was as unwavering as most people in this profession.
This is also the origin of the rumor circulating among the people that 'witchers are a group of emotionless and cold-hearted killers'.
Farmers who are forced to survive by monsters will be very honest, but when the monster dies, this temporary simplicity will most likely disappear with it.
Facing an emotional demon hunter, farmers will not be stingy with a few pitiful expressions and a few words of moral kidnapping. Just to escape the balance of the demon hunting commission.
Most witchers will learn Geralt's current cold expression within a year after completing training and actually entering the industry.
This expression can save the witcher from a lot of trouble.
Of course, the above professional dilemmas and sorrows are limited to ordinary demon hunters, and have little to do with a bear cub who can live in Aretuza Academy permanently.
“Put down the pitchforks, everyone, put them down!”
In the largest manor in the village, a pretty lady clutched the handkerchief in her hand and stuttered Let the servants calm down.
After these servants temporarily retreated, she cautiously approached the witcher on horseback.
"This distinguished gentleman? You are"
Not only did Geralt's face show no fluctuations, he was also very calm mentally.
He knew very well how much panic his sickly white hair and cat eyes would cause to unsuspecting farmers.
So he simply pulled out a parchment roll from the horse's backpack and handed it to Eliza.
"This has the seal and order of King Awell, please check it yourself. I am only here to work according to King Awell's entrustment. You don't need to be so guarded against me."
His voice was slightly hoarse, but had the deep charm of a mature man.
The leather rubbed, and Geralt smoothly rolled off Carrot's back.
The Wolf School is an eclectic and comprehensive school. He is currently wearing a medium-weight armor of leather armor mixed with chain mail.
It is incomparable to the heavy armor of the Bear School, which can move dozens of kilograms, but such smooth movements still made the servants who were holding the pitchforks at him slightly stunned.
Two long swords were tied to the side of the horse's belly, with only the plain hilts exposed.
He reached out and patted the restless mare again to calm her.
“Let’s make a long story short. I think the process of lifting this curse shouldn’t be too dangerous. At least it won’t make me need to draw my sword. The only important thing is that you have to give me information.”
“Message?”
The beautiful noble lady clutched the handkerchief in confusion and repeated it.
"Yes, information. Also called intelligence. Everything is good. Anyway, you have to kill this cursed person."
"Fresnet, my brother's name is Fresnet."
"Okay, you guys have to tell me the causes, consequences, and manifestations of Sir Fresnet's curse. Don't fall. This way I can find a way."
Geralt explained patiently to this noble lady who obviously had no experience with the witcher.
Although most demon hunters have a cold face, this industry is actually a service industry. Patience with customers is as important a quality as professional skills.
"Who cursed him, what curse was used, why he was cursed, and where he often flies after being cursed and turned into a cormorant, I have to know them all."
"And this information must be true and reliable. Otherwise I have to say"
At this point, Geralt shut up and paused for a while, as if to give the cursed man's relatives something to understand. time.
“Otherwise, I have to say, you may feel that becoming a cormorant is not a bad choice.”
He told a cold joke, but there was only one person who just took the Except for the servant holding the pitchfork who made a "chuff" sound, no one showed the slightest smile. Instead, he looked nervous and worried.
Geralt scratched his cheek when he saw this.
"Okay." He muttered. "This joke is indeed a bit cold."
But the cold joke has brought remarkable results.
Miss Eliza summoned many idle people in Hamm just to put together a rough outline of the incident so that the witcher's method of breaking the curse could be used.
So in this cold winter wind, a lot of people actually gathered outside the manor for fun.
Although Geralt looked like a ruthless Scarface on the outside, in fact he was almost whistling in his heart.
In the past, when investigating the situation of the mission, he had to stretch out his legs, walk through the streets and alleys, and step on the cow dung and dog excrement in the village before he could find a place in a dilapidated wooden house or a drafty tavern. I found an insider who was not too drunk.
Then he endured the other party's bad breath and stammering, as well as the assumptions caused by lack of knowledge, and got the information he wanted from the tiny clues.
And now, people waiting for him to ask are queuing up.
I have to say that the last time he was treated like this, he was helping Foltest solve the curse on his daughter.
Always be careful when working for kings, lest you fall into some invisible political whirlpool. But on the other hand, convenience is really convenient.
"Okay, are you sure you saw Sir Fresnet having a tryst with a lady for a long time?"
"tui, of course I am sure!" The farmer He tilted his head, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then spoke loudly with a confident look on his face.
“I could even hear the siren screaming clearly for how long he was stabbing the witch’s a**! They always do things in the haystack near my house! Believe me, they’re right!”
The vulgar shouting was greeted by a burst of exclamations from the peasant women. The exclamations were mixed with curiosity and desire for knowledge.
At the same time, there was also a burst of laughter from the farmers.
These reactions made the person being asked look even more complacent.
Geralt was noncommittal about this confidence.
"I'm not sure it's a witch yet."
His voice was as calm as ever.
But the person being asked scoffed.
"What else could she be if she wasn't a witch? Could it be that she is an honest woman? Lord Sir has turned into a bird! I asked you, do you understand?"
"Maybe Well, I'm just a witcher."
Very good.
Geralt thought calmly.
Things soon progressed to the stage of ‘layman questioning expert’.
This is also a part that demon hunters are accustomed to. After all, this is a world where even the princes and nobles firmly believe that "turtle-shaped stones can invalidate magic."
The more stubborn a person is about their worldview, the harder it is for them to accept a reality that they cannot understand.
The farmers’ world view is very simple, so they are particularly stubborn.
Geralt has become accustomed to 'mining for gold' in the ocean of information.
But after basically sifting through the testimonies of the onlookers, he still sighed under Miss Eliza's nervous gaze.
“Damn”
The demon hunter pursed his lips helplessly and looked at the noble lady.
“Have you never stopped the spread of rumors? Now this pile of information is true and false, I can’t tell the difference at all!”
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