Letho pulled out his sharp dagger and skillfully divided it on the corpse of the tomb witch, in a way no worse than that of a butcher who handles livestock.
Eyeballs, ears, and unknown meatballs were all neatly placed on the flat blue cloth, and a few fist-sized twisted lumps were pulled out from the monster's abdomen, and they were turned upside down in their hands.
"Good luck, this tomb witch is already a certain age, and the mutant is just used to supplement the decoction."
"Master, what are these things?"
Leto couldn't help but glance at Roy when he heard the sound. The boy calmly stabbed the dying tomb witch, and did not change his face in the bloody scene of the witcher dismantling the spoils.
What an anomaly!
Another person, even an adult, should have vomited long ago.
His courage and boldness caused a ripple in the witcher's heart.
"It's a good seedling."
Lesso pointed to the segmented objects and began to patiently explain each name and purpose to Roy, who also listened quietly, occasionally frowning in thought.
"By the way, Roy, who's in your family?" Leto asked casually.
"I live with my father and my mother."
Leto was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but speed up and quickly deal with the valuable things on the tomb witch.
After about an hour, when the alchemical gas in the tomb completely dissipated, everyone entered the home that once belonged to the tomb keeper.
The original normal human room has been transformed beyond recognition by monsters. Dirty clay is everywhere, and the space looks damp and dark. There are pots and jars and weird utensils everywhere, as if the tomb witch was refining something during her lifetime. The surrounding clay walls also had some grisly bone decorations of humans and small animals.
It looked eerie, terrifying and bloody.
When Roy looked at the innermost wall, he suddenly accelerated his pace and rushed over.
"Brandon..." Or the little fat man who loved to runny nose and pestered him, only a rotting corpse was pierced by a dark wooden stick, like a hanging flag.
His skinny and shriveled face had his eyes taken out, revealing two pitch-black voids, and his mouth was slightly open, one could vaguely see the extreme fear before birth.
Roy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, carefully removed his corpse, and held it in his arms without disdain, as if he didn't smell the pungent smell of rot and mildew.
"I'm sorry... if I had given you more patience..."
At this time, he felt a large warm hand on his shoulder,
"My condolences, you have avenged them." The witcher comforted him uncharacteristically.
Soon after, Roy buried the bodies of the blacksmith and the butcher and his son, and wrote the tombstone with the help of the witcher.
Originally, he wanted to find the grave of the butcher's deceased wife and bury the family of three together again. Unfortunately, the cemetery was severely damaged by the witch, and he couldn't find it, so he could only bury the butcher and his son together.
Pusig
Caye Blacksmith, son of Skellige
Tested his courage between life and death
Died in September 1260, in a heroic struggle with the tomb witch
The following are two epitaphs
Fletcher
Kaye Butcher
Great love is unspoken.
Brandon
Rooster Killer Friend, Future Bard Star and Master of Magic
will shine in the kingdom of the goddess
Died in September 1260.
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After tidying up the cemetery, Roy followed the witcher back to the village, and the old couple came around crying and checked.
The witcher showed the hideous and ugly witch's skull to all the villagers, and then got the reward from the village chief and One-Eyed Jack.
At this moment, the riot caused by monsters finally came to an end. But it didn't end there.
The villagers were surprised to find that the three witchers did not leave immediately after receiving the bounty, but rented a room in the tavern to live temporarily.
Without the threat of the tomb witch, the state of the villagers became very strange again, and they began to point at the witcher, slander, and dislike it very much...
"The monster has been killed, and the bounty has been given. Why haven't these three mutants left?"
"Look at their appearance, they don't look like good people. It's not good for the village chief. You have to find a way to send them away as soon as possible! Let them stay for one night at most!"
"Families with children beware! Don't sleep tonight, tomorrow night until they leave. I heard witchers like to steal children and train to be disgusting mutants!"
Roy listened to the stupid and prejudiced remarks of a group of villagers, shook his head disdainfully, then left the crowd and ran to the tavern. It happened that the three witchers were drinking and chatting with One-Eyed Jack, or one-eyed Jack was vigorously advocating. His Gwent skills.
This old captain, who has been in Skellige for decades, does not have most of the villagers in Kaye Village, that kind of superstition that rejects witchers for no reason.
"That stinky boy Roy didn't know if he started practicing Gwent from his mother's womb and made sixty crowns from Old Jack in a row."
"It just so happens that all the experienced masters are here, can Old Jack ask for your help and teach this stinky boy a good lesson for me!"
…
An hour later, Reso's unchanging poker face twitched, and he pulled a handful of gold crowns from his purse.
"Well, 15 crowns, one tenth of the commission fee."
"Okay, boy, you've won enough money, let's talk about business. You're not afraid of us at all, and you took the initiative to come over to communicate with us, what's the matter? Interested in the witcher's story? Which version do you want to hear? ?" Lesso and the two companions exchanged glances, and invariably sat around the boy's table, staring at him with piercing eyes.
like an interrogation.
Roy's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't hide his thoughts, smiled, and said bluntly, "You see it? I do have some thoughts... As far as I know, you have a long life and are healthy and energetic. Sick, but also has the power that ordinary people can't imagine... "
As a former player, who doesn't have a witcher's dream? He still remembers the witcher's adage: I want a horse as dark as the night and as fast as the wind; I want a sword as bright as the moon; I want to ride my black horse at night; I will slay evil with the sharp sword in my hand.
Traveling back once, this is also one of his desires.
"Wait... I heard right, are you envious of 'mutants'? I have to check again," Serret interrupted suddenly, and his amber eyes looked him up and down, "Roy, your Isn't your real age thirty?"
"Who did you promote this kind of fallacy! Those 'mutants' are very powerful, they won't get sick and live long, so they are enviable!?" Serret sneered suddenly, rolled his eyes, and took a sip Spirits, the whole person went crazy, "I tell you, being a witcher is a curse, a kind of doom that can never be escaped, you should not envy us. I also envy this carefree life in the country. I won't be hated and hated by people for no reason, and I won't be on the road to death and escape every time I open my eyes!"
Roy's face froze, and he moved his upper body back slightly. He was not used to Serret's irritable temper, sharp words, and rich facial expressions. This guy didn't look like an old man in his seventies or eighties, but He Jie Lott's good friend Lambert is quite similar.
Leto and Oaks put their arms around their chests like a stuffy gourd, allowing their companions to speak.
"You look very pleasing to the eye, so I kindly advise you... Stay in the country, don't always think about taking risks and killing monsters, there will not always be someone standing in front of you, cutting off the limbs and leaving the head of the monster, Let you come for the last time." Serret took another sip of wine, "Wait for you to marry a wife in two years, and have children, you will know that I am for your own good."
This guy thought he killed the tomb witch just to satisfy the boy's adventurous mind
"Serret is right," Leto said, with some regret in his tone. "If you just admire the witcher's superb skills and are interested in monsters, there is no need to continue the next conversation."
"On this road, there is definitely more pain than happiness. You still have relatives, live well, and be an ordinary person. This is my advice to you."
"But you can at least protect yourselves..." Roy retorted reluctantly. Compared with the previous path of trembling experience, a more professional, comprehensive and efficient path of strength is now in front of him.
He struggled to get it in his hands.
And he could feel that the three witchers were also hesitating.
"If you have more power than ordinary people. At least it won't be like my friends and teachers... Being hunted by that offal... You can't even leave a whole corpse behind."
"You think too much... As a senior witcher, I can tell you clearly," the third witcher Oaks took a sip of beer and showed a hearty smile, "unless the celestial spheres meet again, and a large number of monsters flood in Come. Otherwise, the total number of monsters in this world will continue to decrease. They can't always find trouble in Kaye Village. After this time, the village can be calm for many years, and there is no need to worry at all."
"It's not just monsters that can threaten lives, but also people, diseases and wars."
Roy's words made the witcher suddenly silent.
After a while, Serret spoke again sarcastically, "What a weird kid, what's going on in his head? You don't look like thirteen at all, and you don't behave like that in the cemetery. Are you? Do you have persecution delusions?"
"I've never seen an idiot like you who took the initiative to lean over!"
"I'm precocious." Roy took a sip of dwarf spirit, the alcohol got into his brain, and he became more courageous.
"Whether you believe it or not, I have been able to dream a lot of terrifying things since I was a child... Bloody and ominous encounters, especially in recent years, dreams have become more and more frequent?" Roy paused, "I have a hunch, at most three years This world is going to be chaotic and lifeless. Before that, at least let me learn something useful? I think witchers are good teachers."
"Come on, kid!" Serret looked disdainful, "Don't make up stories to deceive us, and dreaming that you think you are a prophet?"
"I knew you didn't believe me." Roy shook his head and sighed, but he really didn't lie. Three years later, in 1263, the first Northern War was about to begin.
Maybe the curtain of war has been slowly opened.
"I just want to be a little stronger, even if I don't have the skills like you, at least I have the ability to protect the people I care about... Send old Moore and Susie to Novigrad to live a safer and more comfortable life. Life… "
Letho tapped the wine table with his thick fingers, "I'm afraid you don't know what it takes to become a witcher."
"I know the death rate of up to 70% in the grass trial and the defect of infertility."
Leto's expression was startled when he heard the words, and the expressions of the two witchers also became very exciting, "How can you be so clear about this kind of thing? Have you seen other witchers?"
"I said it was a dream, do you believe it?"
"Stop talking nonsense! But we probably understand your attitude." Leto said solemnly, "Little brat, now, I'll give you a chance to think again."
"No, I've thought about it seriously." What Roy thought in his mind was that, learning from a witcher, he would not become a 100% witcher in the future.
But having more of this option is also great.
Lesso looked at his two companions, they nodded at him, and then extended their thick palms towards Roy, "Tomorrow we are leaving Kaye Village, kid, would you like to go with us?"
Roy held the fan-sized hand of Lesotho, but hesitated for a long time on purpose.
"Not yet, I have to save enough money to settle my parents." Leto waved his hand to interrupt him and gave the answer he wanted.
"If you can trust the witcher, Serret and Oaks will escort the old Moores to the place you just said, Novigrad, just as they're going to do something there. You're right about one thing. , Novigrad is safer than Kaye Village."
"What do you think?" Now that he had accepted the result, Serret's attitude was completely different from before, holding the snake pendant on his chest with one hand, and said seriously, "Ox and I are old men in Novigrad. The Moores arranged for a food stall to do business and ensured that they would be stable there. Our two brothers can use the reputation of the Viper Academy to vouch for you."
"That couldn't be better."
Roy carefully observed the expressions of the two witchers and breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best result he could achieve.
"To help me like this, you need to spend a lot of money."
Leto shrugged nonchalantly, "For the Viper School, wealth is far less important than a qualified apprentice. And I'm not going to lie to you, the school has not been replenished with fresh blood for 20 years... Any accidental laws are all It's out of order. Your performance against the Crypt Witch is very spiritual..."
"A child who has never been seen before and who takes the initiative to approach the witcher, you have such a firm idea, probably the chance of passing the green grass trial will be higher?"
"Although you are a little older, something is better than nothing."