Roy released Guvihir in his hands.
The beggar just snorted lightly, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.
"You think I can't do anything if you don't tell me?"
Roy looked at the beggar, his eyes became deep, and then his eyebrows rose high and fell into a state of absence.
"Naviren... Outskirts of Vizima... Bandit Manor..."
How could he have fallen to such a level that he is not as good as ordinary people
He entered the story of another witcher.
"Navilen..."
"Witcher, do you know me?"
"Not only do I know you, but I also know Geralt of Rivia, a white-haired witcher."
Hearing the sound, the beggar lying in the garbage heap sat up straight from the ground.
"What! Take me to see him, this white-haired bastard ruined my happy life. And I've been looking for him for nine years!"
The beggar gritted his teeth, as if Geralt were his mortal enemy.
"Then you must first tell us the reason for letting us go, and the source of your hatred. If I remember correctly, Geralt helped you..."
Roy was referring to a story called true love like blood many years ago,
"Help?" A wry smile appeared on Nevelen's wrinkled face. He was clearly thirty-six or seven-year-old, but he had the vicissitudes of a fifty- or sixty-year-old man. The hardships of life left too many traces on him.
"That's what I thought at first, until later... As for why I let your horses go, it's simple, because I hate that white-haired guy, so I hate all witchers!"
"I see doubt in your eyes, and you want to get to the bottom of things like that guy? I can satisfy your curiosity, but please take me to him and Geralt of Rivia. "
"Tell your story if you can." Roy actually knew his experience, but Leto didn't.
The beggar cleared his throat and began to speak impatiently, perhaps waiting in his heart for someone to listen to him.
His words have been held back in my heart for a long time, but 99% of people regard it as a fictional story, and at most listen to the beginning.
And witchers are unquestionably patient listeners.
"Do you want to listen to the short version or the detailed version... It seems that you want the latter, so I have to start from the beginning."
Nevelen looked at the two witchers attentively, with their backs to the garbage heap, and spoke slowly.
"Sixteen years ago, my grandfather and father lived with my grandfather and father in a luxurious manor in the northern suburbs of Vizima. Our ancestors have never been a respectable person, let alone aristocratic - my family got rich by robbery. "
"The elders often stop passing merchants and loot them, and occasionally take their subordinates to the surrounding villages to collect some protection fees. They lived a good life and accumulated a considerable amount of wealth."
"It's a pity that I was weak and sick since I was a child. I liked to cough and runny nose. Because I was cowardly and shy, I was often bullied by the servants in the manor. When my father was alive, they did not dare to go too far. After the swordsman was slaughtered, the servants bullied me even more recklessly. My grandfather was smashed on the head by a meteor hammer since he was a child, which was not very easy to use and could not protect me."
Nevillen's voice paused.
"One day, these evil servants took me to Milt in Redania and ransacked a temple. The white-headed man later told me that the temple was dedicated to lion-faced spiders."
"These wicked servants kidnapped a priestess and then encouraged me to use her to deal with my virginity. And just like that, I became a man. When I was doing my best, the priestess spurned me and used vicious Language screeching curses!"
"The gist of it is that I'm a monster in human skin, and I'll end up wearing a monster's skin. Soon after, she was so ashamed and angry that she committed suicide."
"I ran away. The next day I got home, I woke up to find that the priestess' curse had come true - I was a strong monster with the ugly head of a beast and a sharp mouth."
"In anger and panic, I was dominated by beasts and slaughtered the entire manor, and all the evil servants died."
Nevillen smiled happily.
The witcher's face sank as they thought about the encounter with Aaron, the head of the sea scorpion, not long ago.
Aaron and Nevelon, both cursed by the priests of the Temple of the Ominous.
"Then why are you back in human form now?" Leto asked.
"This is another story, please be patient."
Speaking of pleasure, there was a trace of resentment in the voice in Nevelen's chest.
"I lived alone in a huge manor and was lost for a long time. Can you imagine how scary it must be for a normal person to suddenly become a hideous and powerful monster?"
"Until one day I caught a 'thief' who was stealing from my estate, and I had a patient and warm chat with him."
"It turned out that he was a businessman. He learned that my manor has hoarded a huge amount of wealth, and that I am a 'good beast' who can communicate peacefully. In addition, in the communication with him, I suddenly thought of fairy tales, whether it is possible to use true love To fix this weird state of mine?"
"So I offered to do business with him - he brought me young women, wine, food, and I paid him gold and jewels in his basement."
"This business has grown rapidly, and even the cobblers and shoemakers around have become regular customers."
"I have a lot of wealth, but my strength should not be underestimated. Those who dare to offend me will die in my hands."
"And I'm immune to all diseases, and I'm full of energy from morning to night."
Roy's face was weird. After seeing Aaron and Nevelen, he now wondered whether the curse of the Temple of Omen was a punishment or a blessing
In addition to the appearance of ugly and hideous, the mind will be lost, but the cursed person has many advantages that mortals do not have, including the force far beyond ordinary people.
So is there anyone in the witcher world who specializes in - the path of the cursed one's power
"In total, I dated—" Nevelen snapped his fingers, his smug face full of pride, "five, five pure human girls. It was the happiest and most beautiful period of my life. It's a pity that they only stayed in my manor for a year, and then left with a generous dowry from me to find an honest man to marry and have children."
"None of them were my true loves, until the last girl, Verina, who came suddenly, and stayed with me, admiring the roses of Nasser in the courtyard, dancing with me in the moonlight... She had nothing else The girl's greed doesn't dislike my rude and ugly appearance at all. With her accompanying me, I also let go of the idea of becoming a human being."
"I thought life would go on happily ever after. But here comes the bald man."
Nevelen covered his face with his hands, and said in a gruff voice, "He persevered and told me about the curse and how to lift it. After an unfriendly exchange, he left my manor, but the next day He turned back again."
"Fight in the yard with my Verena."
His voice began to tremble, "At that time, I saw Verina's real body for the first time, she was a vampire banshee."
The Vampire Banshee is an extremely dangerous low-level vampire, whose agility surpasses that of the Gorefiend.
It's tricky, even for Leto.
"Isn't that very good?" Roy said solemnly, "Aren't vampire banshees and humans in monster skins a perfect match?"
"But I was terrified at the time..." Nevelen struggled with his head on his face,
"It's a weird thing for one monster to be afraid of another monster."
"I don't know if it was the old man's sorcery - I helped him kill Verena... by mistake. Verena's blood smeared all over my body, and I returned to human form."
"At that moment, I came to my senses - she loved me..."
"But the big mistake has been made. I lost my lover and got my body back."
Nevillen choked out.
The witchers looked stunned, because they had experienced it themselves, and they were sure of it, "True love and blood can break the curse."
"I didn't react at all, and the witcher just walked away."
"After that, my nightmare began. I recovered the sick body I had before, and I no longer had the power to protect the property of the manor, and soon another group of people seized my manor and property. I was forced to Escaped, wandered all the way, and moved to the suburbs of Vizima, and began to live a miserable life."
"I was frail and sick. I had no other skills besides cheering for my robbery companions. I didn't know how to make a living. I gradually became a beggar. Even so, I was squeezed and bullied by my colleagues."
"I've lived a life that's hardly human, and I've been thinking about it for a long time..."
He raised his head and looked at the two witchers, with a flash of red in his eyes, "I realized that the culprit was that white-headed man, Geralt of Rivia the witcher. Without him, Verena and I would He has been living happily ever after.”
"Do you think I should hate him?! Should I be cruel to the witcher?!"
Roy glanced at Leto, who was silent.
Geralt helped Nevelyn lift the curse and killed the Vampire Banshee. From the witcher's point of view, he did nothing wrong.
But it really destroyed the peaceful life of Nevelen.
What is right and wrong? Roy didn't want to judge.
But nothing could cover up the numerous crimes that Naveron had committed during the robbery.
This guy just got what he deserved.
"Why are you lame..." Roy pointed to his obviously twisted right leg,
"Another witcher named Belengar, who broke his leg when I was teasing him."
The boy was thoughtful, as if he had heard of this witcher somewhere.
"In Vizima?"
"This was two years ago..."
Roy nodded.
"Your experience is very strange, but all these evil consequences..." He emphasized, "Why don't you blame yourself!"
"Think back to the days when you put on your robber armor to do bad things, the people you killed and the priestesses you insulted..."
"How miserable are you?" the young witcher shook his head. "Can you be more miserable than the innocents who died at your hands?"
Nevillen lowered his head, his face turned ugly.
The other party pierced through the shell of his innocent in one word.
"But it was all persecuted by vicious servants, and I was so thin that I couldn't resist!"
"What happened later, I got to where I am now," Nevelen retorted, craned his neck in the rubbish heap, "the white-haired witcher is to blame!"
"Now, let's do it, tell me where that bastard is, and I'll find him to settle the account!"
"What if you find Geralt?" Roy shook his head. "You can go back to your old life by questioning him face to face?"
"Or, you still want to put on the skin of a monster?"
Nevillen licked his chapped lips, slightly frightened,
"You have transferred all your resentment towards the injustice of life to the witcher, but you ignore your own mistakes! Look at what you have done over the years, you only know how to complain, and you are not even a beggar!"
"But I'm not a judge, so I don't have time to judge your past merits and demerits!"
Nevillen's heart jumped when he heard the words, "You guys, what are you going to do to me?!"
"Let's talk about it now, you let our horses go for no reason..." The young man paused and exchanged glances with the bald man, "You must be punished!"
"Snapped-"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sheathed long sword swung horizontally and slapped Nevillen's side face heavily, stunning him directly into the foul-smelling garbage heap.
"Come on, Leto, and see if you can get your 'old man' back!"
"I thought you were going to break his other leg," Leto said half-truly, "so he might get more money."
"I didn't let him lose money, it's already calculated..."
Roy looked back at the miserable man in the garbage heap again, and couldn't help sighing that good luck made people,
When he was a monster, he was more nourished than a human being.
What the hell is this!