At the tavern's table, three people pushed glasses and changed glasses, and the two Zerikans, Tia and Viya, leaned together and talked in a low voice.

Only occasionally glances over Roger and Geralt's faces.

"They like you!"

Borch smiled presumptuously, these two girls were slender, and their appearance was not that delicate beauty, but a lot of wild taste.

In addition, they have a warm personality and are exceptionally bold, and their hot eyes do not hide their intentions.

"A group of poor guys were harassed by petrified lizards, and the city councillors raised funds to issue tasks, and I saw that they were pitiful and took the initiative to help." As he spoke, Borch held out five fingers.

"I paid fifty, but that greedy guy swallowed the hard-earned money you worked so hard to earn, so I cut off two of his fingers as punishment."

"I'm curious about Geralt, you should be able to tell that guy is lying, and more importantly, the price that has been negotiated shouldn't be reversed."

"It's part of the contract, and it's worth your hard work."

Geralt took a sip of the wine in his glass, "I've encountered too many things like this...... Once, after I completed the commission, the other party swallowed half of the price. ”

"I was wounded in that battle, and the money he gave me was not enough to replenish the medicine, not even enough for repairs, so I beat him up and got my money back."

I drank some wine in the tavern and bandaged myself briefly, but before I could leave, I was surrounded by agitated villagers.

"The bastard said I had beaten him up and extorted double the money, and he egged on the villagers' emotions while he hid behind his shoulders."

"Oh, those distorted faces and the sparkling pitchforks, I will never forget."

"And then?" Borch asked.

"You drove away the mob and gave that guy a hard lesson?"

"Nope." Geralt smiled wryly.

"I ran down the chimney while they didn't come in, and while I could easily beat everyone, there were so many of them that I couldn't guarantee that an accident wouldn't happen."

"And to do so would make our already difficult situation even worse."

Geralt said these words without any sadness or resentment on his face, he seemed to be used to such a life.

"Something like this happens from time to time, and my companions are even attacked by their clients after completing their mission, just because they want to save the desperate money that was given to us!"

"No witcher dies in his bed, but even more tragic is the death of a farmer's pitchfork."

Geralt sighed, hearing this, Roger silently drank the water mixed with wine, poor white wolf, I'm afraid you don't know your future fate.

"If it were me, I'd kill them all!" Wei Ya and the others said viciously, Geralt just smiled and did not answer.

"Alright, alright, don't talk about these troubles, it's nice to meet two friends, Geralt of Livia, your name is well known." Borch said, raising his glass to look at Roger.

"As for the other one, I'm sorry for this master, I haven't heard your name."

"It's normal, only a few people know my name." Roger smiled mysteriously.

"Name? Tell me about it? Borch asked with interest.

"Some people call me a dragon rider, huh...... Or the Dragon Knight. ”

"You've killed a dragon?" Borch's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to become nervous.

"No, listen clearly, it's riding, not killing!"

Roger smiled.

"You tamed it?" Borch had a strange expression.

"Well, it's complicated, it's hard to tell, but it's not it, it's her."

"A beautiful golden dragon." Roger added.

"That can't be! The golden dragon is just a legend, it doesn't exist. Geralt retorted, but soon he thought of Roger's identity, and his expression couldn't help but become hesitant.

But he didn't notice that Borch's expression was even stranger than he was when Roger said this.

"You call a dragon her."

"Of course, she has her own name."

"What is it?" Borch clenched the edge of the table.

"It's a long name, and I usually call her Ophelia."

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the wine glass in Borch's hand suddenly shattered, he was stunned for a moment, but then laughed, "Damn it, I can tolerate the wine mixed with water, but is this glass also fake?" ”

Borch's joke quickly diverted attention, and he and Geralt discussed the species and distribution of dragons.

Particular attention is paid to Geralt's adventurous career.

"Let's have some fun again!" Borch shouted, "Have a revelry, Witcher!" ”

"Hey, boss, come here!" The boss walked briskly and wiped his hands with his apron.

"Do you have one of those big basins, or anything like that, that can carry a few people?"

"I also want to know where to find beautiful young girls." As he spoke, his gaze fell on the two female warriors.

"It's funny that there are only two of them, and there are three of us, after all, but I don't want to be broken by the witcher because of a woman's argument."

"So we should at least average it out."

The tavern owner rubbed his hands vigorously, and his greedy gaze swept over Wei Ya and the others.

"Enough, enough." I don't know what kind of thoughts flashed through his mind when he spoke.

Maybe doing addition and subtraction of two and three?

"That's at least enough for six people...... Used together. He pretended to be embarrassed, but soon saw Borch's bulging purse.

"That's for you." The boss licked his lips and agreed.

"Great, get someone to send it to my room, remember to fill it with hot water, and by the way, wine!"

The two Zerican girls laughed and winked at Roger and the others.

"Which one do you prefer?" Borch asked.

Faced with this question, Roger suddenly remembered the classic answer.

Children make the choice, adults, ahem......

Then he smiled and said, "I'll leave the problem of choosing to you, and I won't take part in it." ”

After saying that, he stood up straight.

Borch's eyes narrowed slightly, "What about you, Geralt." ”

Geralt scratched his head, his gaze swept wide, as if pondering the question.

"I know it's hard." Borch smiled knowingly.

"Just so long that we have enough time to make a decision in the tub."

"Come on, girls!"

"As for you, Mr. Roger, you can join us at any time."

"I want to be alone for a while." Roger shrugged and refused.