The son-in-law of Mr. Hachishaku

Chapter 264 My swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world!

In May, the scenery of Baiguoyuan becomes more and more beautiful, full of vitality, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

You can watch the warm sunshine passing through the branches and leaves, then go to the village inn to order a glass of beer, play a game of Gwent with the famous card master, and immersively enjoy this slow-paced life away from the hustle and bustle.

Of course, if you are a Temerian patriot, you probably won't like this atmosphere.

Because as long as you pay a little attention, you can notice that there are traces of war everywhere in Baiguoyuan: collapsed houses, luggage abandoned on the roadside, damaged vehicles, and panicked residents.

Temeria has been destroyed. At the same time that the Battle of White Orchard failed, another army of the Nilfgaard Empire captured the Thai capital [Vigima].

But life must go on.

Apart from not being able to express condolences for their homeland in public, Nilfgaard did not restrict the behavior of residents too much, and due to the garrison of Nilfgaard troops, the security situation in White Orchard was much better than before.

With the end of the war, commercial activities gradually recovered. As the only way to the capital, more and more businessmen appeared in Baiguoyuan.

There is a bald man who calls himself a mirror merchant and wants to come here to make a deal.

But when he reached the door of the hotel, he suddenly stopped and murmured to himself: "No, no, fate told me that I came at the wrong time."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and left without any hesitation.

Li Ang in the hotel seemed to sense something, raised his head and looked out the window, but found nothing.

"What's wrong?" Bai Lang sitting opposite asked.

"It's okay." Li Ang looked away: "I made a mistake, thought he was an acquaintance."

"Let's continue."

"The card game just now was just a joke. To be honest, you can think of me as a mercenary hired by Ciri to help. But it's a pity that we lost contact when we returned to this world together."

Geralt frowned: "So you are an alien?"

Li Ang took a sip of rye wine and said: "Strictly speaking, all creatures in this world come from other worlds, it's just a matter of time."

It is no longer clear whether there are native creatures in the world of "The Witcher". We only know that dwarves and goblins were the first species to land on this continent, followed by elves, and humans were 2000 years later than these races.

"It seems you know a lot about this world."

Geralt looked at the man in front of him with careful eyes.

Li Ang said in a casual tone: "It's okay. I've been here once before. I stayed in Toussaint, the land of wine, for a while, and I also became a teacher to a demon hunter from the Wolf School."

As soon as he finished speaking, his round pupils shrank into bunches and showed a faint golden color.

"When you go out, you have to disguise yourself."

Vesemir suddenly asked: "Can I tell you the name of your mentor?"

Li Ang avoided answering: "This is not important. Let's talk about Xili. I probably know where she is, but there is no way to reach that place directly."

Geralt was overjoyed to finally know the whereabouts of his adopted daughter, but his tone of voice remained calm.

"Tell me carefully, I'm listening."

Li Ang said eloquently: "Ciri has an elf friend named Avallac'h. He used some kind of magic to hide Ciri in a place called the Island of Mists. And if you want to go to the Island of Mists to find Ciri, you must Find this Avallac'h first."

"Avallac'h." Geralt repeated the elf's name, and then asked Vesemir if he had heard of this man.

The old witcher shook his head.

Although he did not get definite information about the elves, Geralt was not depressed.

The man in front of him who calls himself a mercenary has given enough clues, which are even a little unexpected.

As long as they reunite with Yennefer and then find a way to find Avallac'h, they can hope to reunite with their daughter. As for the authenticity of the clues, Geralt did not delve into it, because whether it was true or false, he had to try it.

"Thank you very much. The information you gave us is very useful to us. I'll treat you to this drink."

"By the way, I also want to ask you something. Have you seen it before?"

Li Ang had already guessed what the white wolf wanted to say: "Yennefer from Vengerberg, she passed here a few days ago. The night was as dark as water, wearing black and white robes, and the smell of gooseberries. She seemed to be somewhat similar to the Nilfgaardians. Cooperate. As for his current whereabouts, you can ask the garrison commander."

"Don't ask me why I know so much. I told you, Shirley and I are friends."

Geralt opened his mouth, but everything he wanted to say was finished.

"Okay, I'll go find the commander as soon as possible."

"Remember to bring a meeting gift." Li Ang drank the wine in the glass: "For example, a gryphon head or something. After all, the Nilfgaardians will not help you in vain."

Geralt said meaningfully: "It seems that you have a problem with Nilfgaard."

"I treat all guys who are not familiar with me equally." Li Ang said lazily: "My time is precious, so I want to help you save some time. As a demon hunter, you should know very well that entrusting others You need to be paid for helping, right?”

Geralt was speechless and simply stood up: "I'll go find the commander."

The old demon hunter who had been observing Li Ang said: "I'll wait for you here, and I'll have a few drinks with this little brother by the way."

Geralt nodded and turned around and left the hotel.

Leon and Vesemir were left at the wine table, changing glasses.

The old demon hunter's original intention was to get something out of Li Ang, because he always felt that this guy was mysterious and not like a good person, and the Wolf School would never be able to raise such a cub.

Unexpectedly, Li Ang insisted on being tight-lipped and refused to say who his teacher was.

Because he planned to save the surprise until the end.

The two of them drank from noon to evening, and Elsa's cellar was almost exhausted. Even though the demon hunter had strong physical tolerance, he couldn't help but feel a little drunk.

Fortunately, Geralt was back at this time.

"You are right. The commander does know the whereabouts of Yennefer, but he will not tell me until I kill the gryphon."

There was no trace of drunkenness on Li Ang's face: "Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly."

Vesemir, however, smelled of alcohol and said drunkenly: "My old bones may have to take a nap before I can fight."

"I think it's better to do this. Since you are also a witcher, then go with Geralt. I will be there to scan the formation for you, and take a look at your swordsmanship level."

"If you have a sword."

The old demon hunter was obviously pretending to be drunk for the purpose of testing.

Li Ang knew it well, but still agreed.

Always reveal some real situation to Geralt and the others to save them from guessing.

After making the decision, the three of them left the hotel in the night.

As a powerful high-level monster, the griffin beast needs to be treated with caution even by experienced demon hunters like Geralt and Vesemir.

They use their extraordinary sense of smell to find prey, and then use their sharp beaks and sharp claws to kill their prey. Worst of all, this extremely dangerous creature has no obvious weaknesses.

And they can fly, coming and going without a trace.

Geralt plans to use a special plant called buckthorn, whose scent can attract griffons within ten miles. Vesemir suggested using a crossbow to attack the griffon's wings first, and then it would be much easier to deal with it after it lands.

Li Ang said: "There's no need to bother, come with me."

After that, he led the two confused demon hunters into the dense fox forest.

Vesemir asked as he walked: "Why don't the Nilfgaardians hunt the griffons themselves? This should be simple for an army."

Geralt replied: "Although Temeria has been destroyed, there are still many resisters. If too many troops are allocated, it will affect the rule of the Nilfgaardians."

"Well, that's what the commander explained to me anyway."

Vesemir then asked: "Then why did he have to kill the gryphon?"

Geralt gave an unexpected but reasonable reason.

"Defend the people."

"The commander is a farmer. This is why he stopped his men from plundering the White Orchard. Moreover, the griffon attacked Nilfgaard's army."

Vesemir nodded understandingly. Just as he was about to say something else, he saw Li Ang, who was walking at the front, stop.

"We're here. Have you seen the cliff ahead? The griffin is on it."

"Find a way to lure it here. I'll wait for you here."

Geralt wondered: "Why don't we go to siege it together?"

Li Ang shrugged helplessly: "I want to, but it will run away as soon as it smells my scent."

The demon hunter's sense of smell, reaction speed, and perception have been greatly enhanced, but they are still far behind compared to real monsters.

For example, griffins can detect the danger of Li Ang, but demon hunters cannot.

Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that Leon has no hostility towards Geralt and the others.

"Okay, I hope you can keep it." Geralt drew out the silver sword from his back and slowly moved toward the cliff.

Vesemir did not move. Griffins are very vengeful creatures, and one bait is enough.

"We should make some arrangements in advance."

"unnecessary."

Li Ang confidently took out a gorgeous long sword inlaid with precious metals and gems:

"Master, don't you want to see my swordsmanship? I just want to take this opportunity to open your eyes."

Vesemir looked at the Sword of Night and Fire in his hand: "I hope this is not a decoration."

Demon hunters are accustomed to focusing on practicality. The old demon hunter is somewhat disdainful of such an exaggerated thing, even if this sword is ridiculously expensive.

A few minutes later, with a high-pitched and angry cry, Geralt's dexterous cat-like figure appeared in their sight.

And above his head is a half-eagle, half-lion hybrid monster.

Although Geralt continued to use the terrain and agile movements to move around in the dense forest, he still could not escape the gryphon's gaze. What's interesting is that this monster only has one eye left, and the other has become a bloody hole.

The pain and anger caused the gryphon to completely ignore the other two, and only wanted to kill Geralt.

"Let's go!" Vesemir drew out his silver sword and prepared to support his disciples.

However, the next second, he heard the roar of the air being torn apart.

Li Ang turned into an almost unrecognizable afterimage and appeared in mid-air in an instant.

The straight sword cut through the moonlight, and the raging flames boiled up, melting the clouds and reflecting the night sky red.

The gryphon that was swooping down was unable to avoid it, and its body was completely split into two.

Immediately afterwards, the flames climbed onto its wings like bone-eating maggots and quickly covered its body.

With a final unwilling roar, two huge fireballs with a burnt smell fell to the ground.

Li Ang, who landed with him, walked slowly to the old demon hunter and showed off: "How about my swordsmanship?"

The stunned Vesemir came to his senses: "You call this swordsmanship?"

"Return to nature." Li Ang said plausibly: "Just tell me whether it was hacked to death by a sword."

Geralt stood next to a fireball that was still burning and said in wonder: "Whether it was hacked to death or burned to death is open to question."

Although the demon hunter can release flames through the Igni Seal, neither the range nor the damage can be compared with Li Ang's sword just now.

"So...you are actually a warlock?"

"Although I am very interested in sorceresses, I am not. My profession is rather complicated and it is difficult to explain it to you. You will understand it slowly."

Li Ang's sincere attitude made the two demon hunters give up the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of things.

For now, everything Li Ang does is to help them, showing that they can be trusted for the time being. If he continues to ask questions without knowing what is good, it will make people unhappy.

So Geralt took the initiative to change the subject: "I hope the commander can accept this greeting gift instead of treating it like a roast chicken."

Vesemir cut off the blackened griffon head with his sword: "Let's go back and deliver the mission first."

Then, the three of them embarked on their return journey.

Since he completed the commission without much effort, the demon hunter felt very relaxed and even had time to discuss the reason for the appearance of the gryphon on the way back.

As we all know, griffins usually live in high mountains, hunting marmots, blue sheep and other creatures, until later they discovered an easier prey: domesticated livestock, and their owners.

But even so, the behavior of the White Orchard Gryphon is still unusual.

It attacks humans so frequently that it doesn't even look like it's hunting.

"It's a pity that we didn't have time to find more clues." Geralt said with a hint of regret.

Vesemir was more open-minded: "We don't have that much time."

Demon hunters are not killing machines that just kill monsters when they see them. They study the habits and behaviors of monsters and sum up their experiences so that they can use more suitable methods to deal with similar incidents next time.

Seeing that the two people were discussing so seriously, Li Ang became kind-hearted and decided to tell them the truth.

"It was retaliating. The Nilfgaardians killed its mate, or they attacked the female griffons while they were sleeping and smashed their eggs."

Vesemir suddenly realized: "No wonder."

A griffon has only one mate throughout its life. If one of them is attacked, the other will fight and die for it. For this reason, they are generally considered to be a symbol of courage and loyalty, and many princes and nobles like to use their images as family crests.

"I now strongly suspect that your profession should be prophet or prophet or something, otherwise how could you know so many things." Geralt said confidently.

Li Ang paused for a moment and said, "You can understand it this way."

Knowing the plot well, he can indeed be regarded as a half-assed prophet.

(End of this chapter)