Saving lives is like fighting fire.

Roger carried the weapon in his hand. Follow the clues of the brown bear when it came.

The beast had apparently come out to feed, and the area of activity was large, and Roger had to do his best to eliminate some senseless distractions, which would greatly save him time.

"Did you find it?"

"It's too late!"

John urged anxiously, with some eagerness and stiffness in his tone.

Roger understood his feelings, he didn't care much about these details, he concentrated and walked faster and faster.

What Roger didn't expect was that this thin man could barely keep up with him even when he was injured.

Finally, through a grove of trees, the smell of the smell gradually intensified, and a swarthy cave appeared on the mountain wall not far away.

"This should be it!"

Seeing the messy marks next to the cave, Roger's face sank.

There must be another brown bear living here!

"Wait here!"

Without waiting for John's reaction, he rushed into the cave at great speed.

The cave was pitch black, and the deeper you went, the stronger the stench became, but the cave was not deep, and in a few seconds Roger was at the bottom.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a black shadow curled up on the ground suddenly burst out, scarlet eyes glared at Roger, and sharp claws slapped Roger's head!

"Get out of here!"

Roger roared, and the whole person rushed forward, he didn't even draw his sword, his palm was raised.

【Alder】

A wave of qi three or two times greater than usual erupted from Roger's palm, and the huge body of the brown bear fell backwards.

Laugh at!

Sonor!

The two voices mixed together, and in the next second, a large hole was opened in the back of the brown bear's head, and the blood and brain slurry were smeared on the mountain wall behind it, and its body was paralyzed like mud.

"How's it going, did you find it?"

John's voice came from the direction of the cave entrance, followed by eager footsteps.

Roger looked around, saw the small figure beneath the brown bear, and swallowed the reminder.

"Is she there? Is she there? ”

John asked eagerly.

The cave was dark, and he had just come in from outside, and for a moment he couldn't see his surroundings clearly.

There was a foul stench in the depths of the cave, and John's body was covered in feces, but he didn't care.

"Don't worry, she's not here."

Roger comforted, but just then, John, with limited vision, threw himself into a pile of minced meat next to the cave, and when he got up, he accidentally fished out a lump of something.

"What is this?"

John shuddered and brought the thing in his hand to his eyes, and Roger looked fixedly, but his face changed slightly.

In John's hand was a blood-stained rag doll!

At this time, John also recognized the object in his hand by the familiar shape.

"No, that's not true!"

"My Jenny!"

Roger didn't speak, although he wanted to comfort the middle-aged man in front of him at this time, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words to his lips again.

The truth, though cruel, is better than false deception.

John hid his face and wept bitterly, and there was a childish sound in the darkness, which was very soft at first, and then became louder.

Accustomed to the dim light, John looked in the direction from which the voice came, where a small immature figure lay beside a large corpse.

A newborn bear cub.

The tyranny in his eyes flashed, and John lifted a boulder beside him and pounced on him like a wild beast.

The stone in his hand was raised high, and then smashed down.

Lift, smash down!

Lift, smash down!

And so on.

There was no hysterical shouting, and only the crash of stones against flesh could be heard in the dimly lit cavern, and then blood dripping until John lost all his strength.

From beginning to end, Roger didn't squeak either.

"If you eat my child, then I'll stone you to death!"

Apparently the male brown bear was injured during a hunt and was left in the burrow.

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

Roger spoke.

John clutched the blood-stained rag doll tightly, and the two walked out of the cave, the sun had already set to the west, and the mountain wind blew through John and suddenly sobered up.

"Thank you, good Samaritan."

John suppressed the grief in his heart, "I don't know your name yet." ”

"Geralt."

Roger replied.

After washing the blood from his body by the stream, John offered to invite Roger to his home.

Roger naturally agreed without hesitation.

Although there are a few more twists and turns, he can at least understand the world in the name of it.

"Our town is surrounded by woods with no borders in sight, and the townspeople rarely see outsiders."

John told Roger, "When someone asks, I'll say you're my nephew." ”

Roger nodded.

The atmosphere was extremely heavy along the way, but fortunately they were not attacked by any wild beasts again, and finally before dark, the two of them walked out of the woods.

Standing on the top of the mountain, a barely prosperous town comes into view.

Sure enough, when entering the town, Roger was interrogated, but John came forward to vouch for it, and the patrol officers did not ask Roger too much, but asked about the blood stains on John's body.

John wept bitterly and briefly recounted the story.

"Poor little Jenny."

The people around him looked at him sympathetically.

"It's so careless, how can you let a child go into the depths of the woods alone?"

There are also one or two sentences of reproach mixed in with regret.

"What a poor child, ugly and with such a tragic fate."

An old woman with gray hair sighed.

"That's fine, her appearance will suffer more when she grows up."

Hearing this, Roger couldn't help but pay more attention to it, and the people around saw Roger's fresh face and whispered a few questions.

Hearing the sheriff's introduction, the vigilance in his eyes faded slightly.

"Let's go, Geralt, let's go home."

John dragged his tired body towards his house.

The surroundings look very backward, about the same as the European countryside around the 17th and 18th centuries.

Although it was night, it could still be seen that the inhabitants of the town were in a good state of mind, and their clothes were relatively decent, compared to John's dress.

It was true that as Roger had guessed, John's house was not on the main street in the center of town, but near the edge.

The houses there are also a little dilapidated.

John knocked on the door, but there was no answer for a long time, and he was irritated in his heart, and the force of the knock could not help but be greater.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

A woman's voice came from the room, and the door clicked open, and a woman with heavy makeup poked her head out.

She was sprinkled with inferior pollen, the fragrance was pungent, her face was thick, but below her neck was still the original color, and the clear dividing line looked a little ridiculous.

As soon as the door opened, the woman couldn't wait to ask, "How's it going, how are things going?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed Roger standing beside John.

John's face froze, and he stepped forward and pushed the woman into the room.

He turned his head and squeezed out a smile at Roger.

"Today is the child's birthday, and we were supposed to celebrate together."

"But now ......"

There was a hint of understanding on Roger's face, but some doubts arose in his heart.