Chapter 291 290. Search
Early the next morning, the two of them were galloping on the road on horseback, with the cormorants in the sky leading the way for them.
The cold wind in winter is mixed with the water vapor on the lakeside, making people feel wet and cold.
The clouds in the sky persist, and the wind makes a low whine as it passes through the reeds.
Sir Fresnet in the sky seems to be having a lot of fun with the cursed lady.
The location of their tryst was centered on Hamm and spread out to several surrounding villages.
Lan and Geralt rode horses into an unremarkable small village, which was no different from other villages on the mainland.
On the muddy road covered with cow dung, dogs, cats, and poultry walked past while barking.
Two hooded knights came flying towards them. All the villagers closed their doors and watched, but no one dared to come up and speak.
Fortunately, the target of the two of them was not in this village. Jazz took his lover all the way to have a tryst, so the target was definitely not in this small village.
Geralt dragged the brim of his hood upward and looked up. His pupils shrank and focused, and he quickly locked onto a white spot in the sky.
"Go through, to the southeast not far from here."
Tilting his head slightly to explain, the white wolf pinched the carrot's belly and jumped straight over.
Lane drove Poppai to start at the same time almost as soon as he started.
He didn't want to be splashed by the 'mud' thrown from the carrot's hoof just because he was one step behind.
The young demon hunter had a funny expression under his hood.
“This old guy looks like a Scarface, but secretly he’s actually a bad guy!”
He’s not the kind of ‘bad’ person who has evil intentions and wants to harm someone. But the kind of bad guy who likes to tease people!
How old is this old guy?
Lan En was making wild guesses about the age of this old man.
Soon, the two of them passed through the village and came to a wasteland in a fallow field, with many withered branches and leaves intertwined on the ground.
This ground is between the gaps divided by field ridges. It does not seem to belong to any farmer here.
The cormorant in the sky has already landed nearby. It seems that it doesn’t want to get close to it at all. It just stands on the ridge of the deserted field, pointing at the pile of dead branches with one wing and quacking.
“A rose bush?”
The two dismounted and walked to the edge of the dead branches. Lan En’s alchemy knowledge allowed him to see at a glance what the pile of withered branches originally looked like. .
Suddenly, Mr. Lan, a young country man, looked at the cormorant with a lot of admiration in his eyes.
"Bring your lover over here to see these rose bushes growing in the cracks in the fields. In the fields! You can see them all! In public!"
Lan En does not believe that Fresnet brought his lover with him. I came here just to enjoy the flowers.
Although the men and women in this world are relatively open about sex, they do things in the fields where everyone works. Bullshit!
The cormorant squawked, turned around and faced Lan En with its butt, motionless.
Geralt also smacked his mouth meaningfully twice before calling out to Lan En.
"Okay, the customer's personal interests are not within the scope of our services."
So the two began to explore this small flower garden independently.
Neither the bear-headed nor the wolf-headed necklaces trembled, proving that there was no trace of chaotic magic left here and that it was not the birthplace of the curse.
It is impossible for the magical traces left by this curse to turn a strong human male into a cormorant and dissipate after only two years.
"Will roses wither so completely in winter?"
Lan En asked as he pulled apart the intertwined branches.
The flower branches that were originally supposed to be flexible are now as hard as small sticks, and they can shake up into ashes when pulled.
Geralt was not surprised. "Before the cormorant curse became famous, the villagers would have taken care of this flower garden. But when the news of the curse spread, they probably wanted to burn it down. The reason why they didn't start a fire now is because they didn't dare to come and get their hands on it."
"Ha, found it!"
Geralt pulled out a small piece of cloth from the hardened earth, and then pulled it out with the clod of soil.
After shaking it off, I discovered that it was a piece of low-surface black cloth with silver needlework.
“The fabrics and craftsmanship are good, at least not what women in this village should have. And the broken part was bitten and torn open by teeth?”
Geralt has the same characteristics as Blue Well, it's the same habit, or maybe witchers have this habit - they will mutter to themselves the phenomena they get with their extraordinary senses.
At the end of the sentence, Geralt held up the cloth and motioned to the cormorant.
"Is this what she was wearing at the time? Do you like to bite with your mouth?"
The old demon hunter, who has been called a well-informed man, also feels that this knight It seems to have a bit of wild fun.
The cormorants jumped and moved further away.
Geralt curled his lips, this was considered a solid move.
He complained to the young man who was watching the excitement.
“See, this is the difficulty of lifting the curse. The cursed people will always resist when they need to reveal their privacy. Communication is difficult enough, but they are still unwilling to work hard to communicate with us. ”
The young man smiled and nodded, saying that he had learned another lesson.
Then, the two men rode back to the village and started looking for people to ask if anyone still remembered what happened back then.
The villagers avoided the curse and were not prepared to have any communication with the two demon hunters.
In the end, Lan En directly found the elder of the village, and then used Baron Ham's name and safety as pressure to make him reluctantly tell the villagers what to say.
Geralt was a little surprised when he watched Lan En speak to a village elder so coldly that he broke into a cold sweat in just a few words. Although he gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them, he still cooperated obediently.
“I was just about to take out King Aiweier’s documents.”
Geralt patted his satchel.
"That thing is of no use. The people in the village don't care what the far away king said or signed. Baron Hamm, who can shake the shovel when harvesting grain, makes them even more interested. Feeling in awe.”
Lan En shrugged indifferently. During the time when he lived with old Allen in O'Riden, he got to know people like the village elder.
Geralt nodded: "Looking at how skilled you are, in fact, if there is no curse involved, you are already a qualified demon hunter who can travel around and make money."
"The problem is Here." Lan En continued.
“I think I should know everything a witcher knows, and I should be good enough, so just think of me as paranoid. Curses are an interesting knowledge. Even if I can’t use it, I should at least know it. Know how to deal with it."
"Ha, sense of crisis." Geralt commented bitterly on the young man's thoughts. "Practical and necessary feelings, my teacher has always wanted me to keep this feeling. He said, 'Although no witcher can die peacefully in bed, maintaining a sense of crisis at all times can make you die a little later.' ”
Lane agreed.
"Words of wisdom."
"Indeed." Geralt himself admitted, "But even if we are too tired, we are also human and we will feel mentally exhausted. So most of us I'll take a waitress upstairs in a pub who wants to make extra money, or there are a few favorite brothels. Anyway, even my teacher will 'relax' at the right time."
" To be honest, there shouldn’t be any demon hunters in the world who don’t engage in prostitution, right? How can they survive?”
Lan En just smiled at this topic and did not respond.
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