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Perelat is located in the countryside of Ebin, in the Ebin province of the Nilfgaardian Empire. It is surrounded by a vast swamp formed by the confluence of the three rivers of Velda, Leite and Eret.

At dawn, in a small wooden house deep in the swamp, the old hermit Visogota, who had lived in seclusion here for many years, suddenly woke up from his nightmare.

After waking up, he forgot the dream he had had, but a strange feeling of uneasiness prevented him from going back to sleep.

He had no choice but to get up, put on his thick mole coat, and muttered "It's so cold today" as he walked along the path, through the trees, and towards the trap he had set.

Several traps in a row were all empty, causing him to curse in a low voice:

"Damn it! It's only October, why is it so cold..."

"It's no surprise that the weather is getting colder year by year, and it's getting colder as fast as an avalanche... Ha, the elf has foreseen it a long time ago, but who would believe the elf's prediction..."

Continuing toward the swamp, he suddenly heard the neighing of horses.

Perelat is located in a swampy area and there are also dry woods, but these groves are surrounded by mud ponds, making it impossible for horses and riders who are not familiar with the road to enter them.

Just as the old hermit was thinking this, another clear neighing sound came from a small forest.

After hesitating for a while, curiosity still overcame vigilance.

He slowly approached the woods and saw a beautiful black mare with shiny hair, trapped under a tree, her reins tangled in the branches, and covered in bright red blood.

It was obviously not the black mare's blood.

Because he saw a corpse in the shallow ditch behind the mare!

The old hermit's first thought was to turn around and run away.

However, he did not do this after all. Instead, he put down the bag in his hand and approached the body alertly.

Although the black mare pricked up her ears, raised her front legs repeatedly, and stamped the ground, seemingly looking for an opportunity to bite or kick him. However, the old hermit came to the body.

It was a boy wearing a leather jacket, tight leather pants and elf boots.

He just bent down to check the condition of the corpse carefully, when the corpse suddenly let out a burst of *****!

The old hermit gasped as he carefully turned the injured boy over and witnessed the mask of dirty dirt and dried blood that formed on the boy's face.

When he finally pushed aside his hair that was tangled with blood and mud, he realized that his first impression was wrong:

"It's a girl?!"

. . .

In the wooden house, under the light of the oil lamp, a silver-haired girl with a bandage on her head and her entire thin body integrated into the fur blanket was sitting on a bed. There seemed to be no emotion in her green eyes.

"How long have I been here?"

"Five days."

"I feel much better."

"I'm very relieved to hear you say that. You can take off the bandage. Hold my hand and I will help you sit up."

With the old hermit's best efforts, the silver-haired girl survived the crisis and slowly recovered.

However, some injuries are etched on the skin forever...

After untying the bandage on his face, the old hermit looked at the scar that was hard to look away from, and tried his best to smile:

"The wound has scabbed over and is healing well."

"Do you have a mirror?" the silver-haired girl asked.

"No."

After looking at the old hermit's expression, the girl with a dull expression gently brushed the sutures on her left face with her fingers:

"Does that mean it looks scary?"

"The wound is very long and deep...and your face is still very swollen. In a few days, I can help you remove the stitches and apply willow bark plaster..."

After saying some words that sounded like comfort, the old hermit took the initiative to interrupt:

"I made pigeon soup, do you want to drink it?"

"Yes, but I want to drink it myself.

I don't want you to feed me like a useless person. "

The girl raised the wooden spoon to her mouth slowly and hard,

The old hermit just sat aside and watched quietly with interest.

He knew that after the girl recovered, they would be able to communicate smoothly, and then he would be able to figure out why she appeared mysteriously in the swamp and why she became like this.

However, the burning curiosity in his heart made him impatient...

However, it was not him who spoke first.

After drinking the pigeon soup, the girl lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. After a long time, she suddenly said:

"I have to get out of here, as fast as I can. There's someone after me, you know that, right?"

"I know." The old hermit nodded: "You have already said it in your dream. Apart from some incomprehensible nonsense, you said a lot. First I asked about your sword and horse, and then you doubted me. What kind of accomplice of Bonnet said that my treatment for you was fake mercy. It took me a lot of effort to make you understand that you misunderstood me. Then you said that your name was Falga and that you were very grateful to me."

Hearing this, Falja turned his head and looked away, avoiding the old hermit's gaze:

"Fortunately, at least I didn't forget to thank you. My mind is in such a mess that I can't tell which is a dream and which is reality. However, my name is not Falga."

"I know, you also chanted it when you had a fever."

"I am being hunted and on the run. Offering me shelter and knowing my real name will bring a smile to your face. I must sign out as soon as possible before anyone finds out..."

"Just now, you couldn't even drink soup, let alone ride a horse. I assure you, it's safe here. No one knows you are hiding here with me."

"You don't even know who I am..."

"You're a little girl on your hands, hiding from some thug! Just know this, that's enough!"

Falga still wanted to emphasize the dangerous situation she was in, but under the comfort of the old hermit's deep and calm voice, her mood gradually calmed down.

The old man in front of her reminded her of the time when she was in Kaer Morhen, sitting by the fire and listening to the old witcher lecture to her.

The same peace, the same make you want to doze off...

"Do you need me to send a message to someone? Let him know you are here?"

"I am a disaster star. Anyone who has anything to do with me will die." The girl said slightly mockingly.

"Not all!" the old hermit firmly denied: "Just like that Bonnet. You screamed his name in your dream. It was him you wanted to avoid, right? He was also the one who hurt you. ?”

"No." The girl pursed her lips and suppressed the fear and sadness in her heart: "The person who hurt my face was the Gray Owl, and his name is Stephen Skellen. As for Bonnet, he gave me The injury is more serious than this. Did you even say this when I had a fever?"

"Relax, you're weak, it's best not to get too excited."

"My name is Ciri."

"Ciri, I have to get some aconite so I can apply it to your wound."

"Wait! Can you find me a mirror?"

"I said that..."

"Please!"

Looking at the girl's firm eyes, the old hermit knew that there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Oh, okay." Xili looked at the terrible scar that appeared on the left side of her face in the mirror and said weakly: "It's pretty much what I thought, almost exactly the same."

When the old man walked away, he closed the curtain beside the bed.

After a while, the girl's suppressed cries still spread through the bed curtains to the outside of the wooden house...

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