My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 18 Very sunny

"My name is Geralt, Geralt the White Wolf."

The stranger said his name, smiled and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

A boy of about eleven or twelve years old sitting opposite him quickly changed seats and sat inside.

Geralt was wearing a worn leather jacket, the stitching on the pockets untied and hanging a little.There are also straps around his neck and shoulders, and there is a gray round metal plate with a silver chain on his chest, with a ferocious wolf head carved on it.

He carried two weapons on his back, and Crown guessed they were one-handed swords.

The child was also dressed similarly, but he was only carrying a weapon, which was a bit weird.

It would be interesting to discuss business with me.

Although Crown didn't sense any malice from the other party, he still couldn't help but put his hand into the pocket of his coat.

Touching the warm gun body, he felt much more at ease.

He sat down generously, put the medicine box on his lap, and said firmly: "You are a foreigner, you don't even know what I do. Let's talk about what business we can discuss." "

If you can't explain why, I'll just pat my butt and leave.

Geralt did not answer him directly. Instead, he shouted at the counter: "Boss, give my friend a glass of good rye beer."

"We can chat while drinking," the man smiled.

Although his hair is as white as snow, he should be only 30 years old.

The tavern waiter Abel moved very quickly. He had already come to the table with a ceramic cup: "Gentlemen, the best rye beer in our store is 20 copper dollars a cup."

Geralt reached into his arms, took out a small bag, took out 21 copper coins and handed it out: "The extra ones are your tips."

Abel's eyes lit up, he put down the pottery cup and took the copper coin with both hands: "Mr. Merciful, may the Lord of Flame illuminate your way forward."

"The world is getting darker, and the Lord of Fire may not have time to give us light."

The child muttered very quietly, but in the noisy room, Kroun heard it clearly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, 'Unbeliever?Or are they followers of other gods? '

In this world where gods demonstrate their power, unbelievers are synonymous with pagans. Crown himself is a false believer. He does not believe that gods have time to answer human prayers, but he still prays by the way when he goes to church.

Thinking of this, he lost his patience. No matter which kind of these two people they were, he didn't want to continue dealing with them.

Pagans are suppressed by the churches of all gods. Followers of other gods may not have any unique customs. If they say the wrong thing, two people may fight.

The white-haired man in front of him was strong and powerful. Coupled with the scars on his face, he looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.

Seemingly not noticing the impatience on his face, Geralt pushed the ceramic cup filled with good dark beer in front of him: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to make friends."

Do you think I believe it?Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!
Crown said nothing, staring at the white-haired man with burning eyes.

"Haha, don't look at me like that." Geralt smiled half-heartedly. "I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I smelled a herb in the box you were carrying, and I just need it." Herb?There is only one herbal medicine in my medicine box. You can smell it even though it is separated by two layers of wooden boxes. It belongs to the year of the dog!A trace of surprise flashed in Crown's eyes.

"Black sage, I just need to add some. I bought it in bulk for 50 silver coins each."

Hearing what the other party said, he sat up straight and said tentatively: "I won't sell it, but you can exchange it for blue tulip petals."

"Blood-boiling potion? Blue tulips are more expensive than sage, but this magical plant is of no use to me. I don't have any reserves."

A smile appeared on Croun's face. The other party was a mysterious person. It was a real deal!
How could ordinary people know about a medicine like blood boiling medicine?

He pointed to the door behind the man and asked: "I don't have much inventory on hand. I haven't gone out to collect medicine in the past few days. Have you asked the merchants here?"

"The prices for the Gysai products were too high. They treated me like a pig and slaughtered me. We couldn't reach an agreement."

Good news, I met two groups of people from the mysterious world!

Crown took a sip of the dark beer, considered it for a few seconds and said, "I have a business to discuss with the Giselles, and we will be able to negotiate it soon. In any case, I will leave two black sage plants for you. Can you guys wait for me for a while?"

He was also concerned about the sales of ordinary potions. Those things were very practical and no discerning businessman would miss them.

The Gisai people are a wandering people, and their knowledge is as much as the places they have been. Crown believes that the potion can be sold at a good price.

"No problem, we will stay in this pub. There are no charming girls here. I will drink until the pub closes before going to bed."

Geralt raised his glass and smiled like a man.

Nodding slightly, Crown responded with a smile: "I just ordered two more roasted lamb legs to share with my new friends later."

He slung the strap of the medicine box over his shoulders and walked toward the back door.

The small wooden door stained with black oil stains opened and closed, and Geralt's bright eyes dimmed: "Alan, do you resent me for causing you to be expelled from Kaer Morhen with me? We have no supplements now. As for the potion channel, your Green Grass Trial cannot be delayed any longer, but so far I have not found an alchemist to make a potion for you."

"Teacher, how can I resent you? Without you, my family would have been killed by the claws of monsters when I was five years old." The boy stopped eating and said with a solemn expression, "No matter what you become, No matter what, in my heart he is the hero who is upright and fearless, keeps his promise, and takes it as his duty to eradicate monsters!"

The white-haired man showed a happy smile in his eyes, but his heart felt even more bitter.

He sighed leisurely, his thoughts wandering back to the night when the change occurred.
"Teacher, teacher", the boy's call brought the man back to his consciousness.

"Teacher, why did you stop that elder brother from proposing a deal just now? For you now, black sage can no longer meet your needs, and I haven't conducted a green grass trial, so I don't need black sage."

Geralt closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he opened his eyes: "I felt a very comfortable feeling in him. How should I put it? Sunshine. He had a feeling of standing in the sun in winter. The light was warm but not strong. Everything was... very nice."

"I didn't feel anything," Alan muttered and continued to eat.

Potato stewed with mutton, pepper and thyme, the taste made the boy who had been sleeping in the open for many days cry with greed.

(End of this chapter)