Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The Witcher and His Cabin ()"

On the wine table in the tavern, three people pushed glasses and changed glasses, and two Zerikan people, Tiya and Weiya, leaned together, talking in a low voice.

Only the eyes occasionally flicked across the faces of Roger and Geralt.

"They like you!"

Borch smiled presumptuously. The two girls were tall and slender, and their appearance was not that kind of delicate beauty. Instead, they had a lot of wild taste.

In addition, they are enthusiastic and bold, and their fiery eyes make no secret of their intentions.

"A group of poor guys were harassed by petrified lizards. The city officials raised funds to issue tasks. I thought they were pitiful and offered to help." Borch stretched out five fingers as he said.

"I paid fifty, but that greedy guy swallowed your hard-earned money, so I cut off two of his fingers as punishment."

"I'm curious about Geralt, you should be able to tell that guy lied, and more importantly, the price that has been negotiated should not be changed halfway."

"This is part of the contract, and it is worthy of your hard work."

Geralt sipped the wine in his glass, "I have encountered too many similar things... Once, after I completed the entrusted task, the other party swallowed half of the price."

"I was injured in that battle. The money he gave was not enough to replenish the potion, not even the maintenance cost, so I beat him up hard, and then got back the money that belonged to me."

I drank some wine in the tavern and made some simple bandages for myself, but before I left, the tavern was surrounded by excited villagers.

"The bastard said that I beat him and extorted double the money. He encouraged the villagers' emotions, but he hugged his shoulders and hid behind."

"Oh, I will never forget those distorted faces and the gleaming pitchfork."

"And then?" Borch asked.

"You chased away the mob and gave that guy a hard lesson?"

"No." Geralt smiled wryly.

"I ran away down the chimney before they came in. Although I can easily defeat everyone, there are too many of them, and I cannot guarantee that accidents will not happen."

"And doing so would make our already difficult situation even worse."

There was no sadness or resentment on Geralt's face when he said these words, he seemed to be used to this kind of life.

"Similar things happen from time to time. My companions were even attacked by the client after completing the mission, just because they wanted to save the desperate money that was handed over to us!"

"No witcher dies on a bed, but a farmer's pitchfork is sadder."

Geralt sighed. Hearing this sentence, Roger silently drank the water mixed with wine. Poor white wolf, I'm afraid you still don't know your future fate.

"If it were me, I would kill them all!" Wei Ya and the two said viciously, Geralt just smiled and didn't answer.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these annoying things anymore, it's a pleasure to meet two friends, Geralt of Rivia, your name is well known." Borch said, raising his glass to see To Roger.

"As for the other one, I'm sorry, Master, I haven't heard your name before."

"It's normal. Only a few people know my name." Roger showed a mysterious smile.

"Name? Let's hear it?" Borch asked with great interest.

"Some people call me Dragon Rider, um... or Dragon Rider."

"Have you ever killed a dragon?" Borch narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to become nervous.

"No, listen clearly, it's riding, not killing!"

Roger smiled.

"You tamed it?" Borch asked with a strange expression.

"Well, the specifics are very complicated, and it's hard to say clearly, but it's not it, it's her."

"A beautiful golden dragon," Roger added.

"That's impossible! The golden dragon is just a legend, it doesn't exist." Geralt retorted, but soon he thought of Roger's identity,

The expression couldn't help but become hesitant.

But he didn't notice that Borch's expression was weirder than his when Roger said these words.

"You actually called a dragon her."

"Of course, she has her own name."

"What is it?" Borch squeezed the edge of the table.

"That name is very long. I usually call her Ophelia."

Boom!

There was a crisp sound, and the wine glass in Borch's hand suddenly shattered. He was stunned for a moment, but then laughed loudly, "Damn it, I can bear the wine mixed with water, but is this glass also fake?"

Borch's joke quickly diverted everyone's attention, and then he and Geralt discussed the types and distribution of dragons.

Special attention was paid to Geralt's adventure career.

"Let's have some more fun!" Bolch yelled. "Let's have a blast, witcher!"

"Hey, boss, come here!" The boss walked quickly and wiped his hands with his apron.

"Do you have that kind of big pot, or something similar, that can hold a few people?"

"In addition, I also want to know where I can find young and beautiful girls." While speaking, his eyes fell on the two female warriors.

"After all, there are only two of them, but there are three of us. Although this is very interesting, I don't want to be beaten by a witcher because of a woman's dispute."

"So we should at least average."

The tavern owner rubbed his hands vigorously, his greedy eyes swept over the two of Wei Ya.

"Enough, enough." He didn't know what kind of thoughts flashed through his mind when he spoke.

Maybe adding and subtracting two and three?

"That's enough for at least six people... together." He put on a look of embarrassment, but soon saw Borch's bulging purse.

"This is for you." The boss licked his lips and agreed.

"Great, ask someone to deliver it to my room, remember to fill it with hot water, yes, and wine!"

The two Zerikhan girls laughed and winked at the two of Roger.

"Which one do you prefer?" Bolch asked.

Facing this question, Roger suddenly remembered that classic answer.

Only children make choices, adults, ahem...

Then he smiled and said, "I'll leave the selection problem to you, and I won't participate."

After speaking, he stood up straight away.

Borch narrowed his eyes slightly, "What about you, Geralt."

Geralt scratched his head and looked across, as if thinking about it.

"I know it's hard." Borch smiled knowingly.

"Just enough time for us to make a decision in the bathtub."

"Come on girls!"

"As for you, Mr. Roger, you can join us at any time."

"I want to be alone." Roger shrugged and refused.