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After some searching, I found a place where the gangsters hid their supplies. There was a warehouse on the bright side, which stored a lot of grain and jerky. However, when Geralt put all the things in the warehouse into the inventory, he unexpectedly found that there was another place. The secret door, hidden under the original pile of grain.

After opening it, Geralt went down the ladder placed there. Looking at the light from the hole, dozens of boxes were neatly placed there. Geralt opened one of them, and there was a unique smell of metal. Geralt, who was choked and coughed, took a closer look. The box was full of iron ingots. He opened all the boxes in turn, and they were all.

"My dear, which caravan did this rob?"

Geralt was rude, and after a few complaints, he put everything into his inventory.

Climbing out of the cellar, Geralt walked out of the bandits' warehouse. The soldiers were still cleaning up the captured weapons and blades, wiping off the blood stains with snow blocks, and throwing them behind him when Geralt put them in. Inventory.

Mal sat on the stool and was gobbling down something. He ate a piece of jerky in three or two bites, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed frantically. Geralt had a toothache when he saw it.

Shrinking his neck, the spirit of the knight is a good thing, but the consumption of physical strength is a bit large. Today's battle also shows this. When Mar kills the enemy, the spirit of the knight is wrapped around the weapon, and the lethality is indeed true. Powerful, knocking someone else's head is like knocking a watermelon, and it will smash one at a time.

But after the killing was so cool, it was so embarrassing to replenish his stamina. Maybe it was because the spirit of the knight had the ability to speed up digestion. Marl patted his stomach, showing a comfortable look. Seeing Geralt looking at him, His fair face turned red with a swipe, and he whispered, "Sir."

This....

Geralt shook his head. Is this the same guy who killed like a watermelon before? Too shy.

"You continue, I'll take a look."

"I'm full, sir."

"Tell me, what will happen if you consume a lot of physical strength and fail to replenish it?" Geralt asked, a little curious in his heart.

"I don't know my lord, and I haven't experienced it either. Before, when my grandfather trained me, I had enough food. Later, after I escaped with my father, I didn't practice chivalry again, so I can't tell you."

"But grandpa reminded me before that if I don't replenish my physical strength in time, the consequences will be serious."

Mal answered Geralt's question in a low voice, Nuonuo's appearance was really worrying.

"This kid, personality is a big problem." Geralt murmured in his heart.

"You should follow the Nord royal guards more in the future, and I will let him teach you the skills of fighting on the battlefield." Throw the blame to the Nord royal guards first, maybe the rough man can handle the character of this child.

"Okay sir, I will follow Uncle."

Geralt nodded and walked towards the Nord royal guard who was also cleaning up weapons and blades. After repeating his intentions in the future, the Nord royal guard looked at Geralt with unrequited eyes.

Uh... Geralt shook his body, and being looked at by a rough man made him a little hairy.

"It was decided like this. From now on, Marr will act as your attendant first and give him everything you know."

"As per your order... Your lord..." The Royal Nord guards who could not refuse replied feebly, and silently continued to wipe the blade, wiped it, thinking about it, he was still angry, and shouted loudly: "Silly boy Come here for me!"

Looking at the Nord royal guards tossing Marr with a smile, Geralt found a place to sit down, opened the attribute panel, the experience value increased, and he got a little closer to the goal of 10,000.

Geralt was sitting on a chair studying his golden fingers, and time passed slowly.

"grown ups."

After a while, Geralt woke up from the call of the Vicia Marksman. He was a little fascinated by the research he had just studied, and fell asleep accidentally. He looked at the fur coat he was wearing. This should be the Vicia Marksman. Putting it on myself, my heart warmed, and I asked:

"What's up?"

"Sir, the inventory of weapons and weapons has been completed. Among them, there are 76 intact long knives and long spears. 134 intact weapons and 13 short bows were recovered from the house. There are enough arrows for our archers to fill up. Two quivers."

"The broken weapons have also been collected according to your instructions. After returning to the territory, they can be handed over to the blacksmith to make farm tools."

Geralt nodded: "Good job, I'll go and put away these supplies later."

Saying that, he handed back the fur coat he was wearing to the Vicia marksman.

The Wikia shooter took it and put it on.

"Your meal is ready, it's time for you to eat."

"Then let's go."

On the way, Geralt put the weapons and blades sorted by the warriors into the inventory, and walked into the place to eat with Vicia Marksman.

Seeing Geralt coming in, the soldiers stood up and greeted respectfully. Only Marr stood up with a piece of jerky in his mouth and was picked up by the Royal Nord guards. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com He shouted vaguely, "Da Ren."

Geralt waved his hand casually. He was his most loyal warrior. He didn't need to engage in these vain rituals. If there were outsiders here, he would be able to earn a lot of face, but there is no one else in the house at the moment. waved his hand:

"Let's all eat, there's no need, the posture is for outsiders to see, here are all brothers, feel free to order."

Hearing Geralt's words, the soldiers sat down one after another, and began to **** the food on the plate without politeness.

"Silly boy, do it, I want the fattest piece of meat."

As soon as he picked up his own plate, everyone at the table had already started to scramble for it. To be honest, there was no shortage of food, and they thought it was more fun and lively.

"Don't consume eight ligers." Marr, who was chewing pieces of meat quickly, said embarrassedly to the Nord royal guards.

The anxious Nord royal guard slapped Marr on the head with a wooden fork.

"Where did you get so much nonsense to do it, I'm sloppy, you bastard, put down that piece of meat for me, it's mine!"

The Royal Nord guards were anxious, but instead of robbing him, they slapped Marr on the head again.

"Let's do it, Lao Tzu's meat is about to be robbed, you are cruel to see me hungry?"

After listening to the words of the Nord warrior, Marr stopped eating, stood up and joined the team fighting for food.

Seeing all this, Geralt smiled knowingly.

Maybe this is how rough men teach.

The lively dinner time is over. The soldiers packed up their houses and prepared to rest. Tomorrow is another day full of killings!

The snow is still falling outside.

Now, a month has passed!