Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 287. 286. Geralt of Rivia

"Relax, Carrot. Relax, Shh~"

He has a vicissitudes of life but is heroic and deep. His long milky white hair that reaches his neck makes him look a little sick, cat eyes, and a silver roaring wolf's head necklace hanging on his chest.

Geralt of Rivia, the Wolf Witcher.At this time was calming his horse.

"Miss Eliza, would your servants please put down the pitchfork? It is not safe against a living thing. Horses are afraid."

There was a request in his mouth, but the expression of this wolf demon hunter was the same as most people in this profession, without any fluctuations.

This is also the origin of the rumor that 'demon hunters are a group of ruthless killers without emotion' that is circulating among the people.

Farmers who are forced to survive by monsters will be very simple, but when the monster dies, there is a high probability that this temporary simplicity will also disappear.

In the face of an emotional demon hunter, the peasants will not be stingy with a few pitiful expressions and a few words of moral kidnapping.Just to escape the final payment of the hunting entrustment.

Most witchers would learn Geralt's current cold expression within a year after completing their training and actually entering the industry.

This expression can save the witcher a lot of trouble.

Of course, the above-mentioned professional difficulties and bitterness are only limited to ordinary demon hunters, and have little to do with a cub who can live in Arethusa Academy permanently.

"Put down the pitchfork, everyone, put down!"

In the largest manor in the village, a pretty lady clutched a handkerchief and stuttered to calm down the servants.

After the servants retreated temporarily, she cautiously approached the witcher on the horse.

"This honorable sir? You are"

Not only did Geralt have no fluctuations on his face, but he was also very calm psychologically.

He knew very well how much panic his sickly white hair and cat's eyes would cause to uninformed farmers.

So he simply pulled out a scroll of parchment from the horse's rucksack and handed it to Eliza.

"It has King Ewell's seal and orders on it, please check it yourself. I am only here to work on the commission of King Ewell. You don't have to be so guarded against me."

His voice is slightly hoarse, but it has the deep charm of a mature man.

The leather rubbed, and Geralt smoothly rolled over from the turnip's back.

The wolf school is an eclectic and comprehensive school, and he now wears a medium-weight armor mixed with leather armor and chain mail.

It can't be compared with the Xiong School's heavy armor that can move dozens of kilograms, but such smooth movements still make the servants who were holding the pitchfork to him a little bit dumbfounded.

He tied two long swords to the side of the horse's belly, with only the plain hilts exposed.

He reached out and patted the restless mare to calm it down.

"Let's make a long story short. I don't think the process of getting rid of this curse should be too dangerous. At least it won't make it necessary for me to draw my sword. The only point is that you have to give me information."

"information?"

The beautiful noble lady clutched the handkerchief suspiciously and repeated.

"Yes, information. Also called intelligence. Anything is fine, anyway, you have to get this cursed one."

"Fixnet, my brother's name is Feixnet."

"Well, you have to tell me the ins and outs of Sir Freixnet's curse, and the intermediate performances, without missing a single thing. Only then can I find a solution."

Geralt patiently explained to this noble lady who obviously had no contact with witchers.

Don't look at the cold faces of most demon hunters, but this business is actually a service industry.Patience with customers is as important a quality as professional skill.

"Who cursed him, what curse he used, why he cursed, and where he often flies to after being cursed and turned into a cormorant, I have to know everything."

"And the information has to be true and reliable. Otherwise I have to say"

At this point, Geralt shut up and paused for a moment, as if to give the relative of the cursed one time to understand.

"Otherwise I have to say, you may then think that becoming a cormorant is not a bad choice."

He told a bad joke, but no one smiled except for a servant who was holding a pitchfork just now who gave a "poof".

Instead, he looked tense and worried.

Geralt scratched his cheek.

"Okay." He murmured. "This joke is really cold."

But the bad joke had brilliant results.

Miss Elisa summoned many idle people in Hamm, just to piece together the outline of the incident, so that the witcher's method of breaking the curse could be used.

So in this cold winter wind, a lot of people actually gathered outside the manor just to watch the fun.

Although Geralt looked like a ruthless Scarface on the surface, in fact he was on the verge of whistling.

In the past, when investigating missions, he would have to walk across the streets and alleys, stepping over the cow dung and shit in the village before he could find one in a dilapidated wooden house or a leaky tavern. Not yet a drunk insider.

Then endure the bad breath and stuttering of the other party, as well as the speculation caused by ignorance, and get the information you want from the tiny clues.

And now, there is a long line of people waiting to ask.

It has to be said that the last time he was treated this way, he helped Foltest solve the curse on his daughter.

Always be careful not to fall into some invisible political vortex when working for kings.But on the other hand, convenience is also really convenient.

".Well, are you sure you saw Sir Freixnet having a long run with a lady?"

"Tui, of course I'm sure!" The farmer tilted his head, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then said loudly with a face full of confidence.

"I can hear how long my lord screamed while stabbing that witch! They always do business in that haystack near my house! Believe me!"

The vulgar shouting ushered in a burst of exclamation from the peasant women, which was mixed with curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

At the same time, there was a burst of laughter from the farmers.

These reactions made the person being questioned look even more complacent.

Geralt was noncommittal about this confidence.

"I'm not sure it's a witch yet."

His voice was as calm as ever.

But those who were questioned laughed.

"What else can it be if it's not a witch? Could it be that it's an honest woman? Your lord has turned into a bird! I wonder if you understand?"

"Maybe, I'm just a witcher."

well.

Geralt thought quietly.

Things quickly progressed to the stage of 'a layman questioning an expert'.

This is also a part that demon hunters are accustomed to. After all, this is a world where even princes and nobles believe that 'turtle-shaped stones can invalidate magic'.

The more stubborn the worldview is, the more difficult it is for a person to accept a reality that he cannot understand.

Farmers have a simple world view, which makes them extraordinarily stubborn.

Geralt was used to 'digging for gold' in the sea of ​​information.

But after basically sifting through the testimonies of the onlookers, he still sighed under Miss Eliza's nervous gaze.

"damn it"

The witcher pursed his lips helplessly, looking at the noble lady.

"Haven't you stopped the spread of rumors? This pile of information is now true and false, and I can't tell the difference!"

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