"You must be tired and hungry after a long journey, and you desperately need a good food and a warm bed."

Viselmir smiled, "As a guest, I can give you the best room in the entire castle, and you still have time to let Eskar show you around the castle before dinner." ”

Roger readily agreed, and then led Eskar to the so-called luxurious room.

"It's not the same as it used to be." Looking at the bare room, Eskar looked embarrassed, which made his whole face look a little distorted.

This is a relatively independent and complete tower, and I have to say that the bed inside seems to have no other problems except for the louder noise when it turns over.

Roger was convinced that if he had taken a female companion to spend the night here, what had happened in the room that night would have been heard unmistakably throughout the castle.

"At least the walls around it are intact."

Roger didn't care, in this world, the identity of witchers was awkward, they were not recognized by humans, and they had to suffer from some inhuman race.

In addition, the number is scarce, it is difficult to keep warm, and you can only struggle on the line of life and death to earn some meager profits, and the overall situation is very difficult.

So for a witcher, a clean bed and complete walls are enough to call the environment comfortable.

"Come with me, I'll show you around, and we're going to spend the whole winter here."

Descending the stairs of the tower, the two of them walked through the castle, stopping at each place to tell Roger about the past.

It wasn't until he passed through a passage and a spiral staircase appeared in front of him that Eskar suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, the road ahead is being blocked by a collapse again?" Roger asked, a little strangely.

"Nope." Eskar shook his head, then lit his torch and led Roger towards the darkness, everything in front of him was lit up and the surroundings became clear.

Roger saw the flat table top, and the strange utensils placed on it, and in addition to the many grinding and separating equipment.

The smell of herbs filled the air, it must have been left over a long time ago, and it was clear that it was still frequented by people.

"The riot a long time ago not only destroyed Kellmohan, but more importantly, cut off the entire school's inheritance."

"Viselmir thought of a lot of methods, but unfortunately, he only restored some basic potions, and the most important mutation part could never be recovered."

"Everybody likes to joke that Lambert is the youngest demon hunter, but in reality, he should be the last."

Eskar sighed, and it was clear that he had a deep affection for the castle and, more importantly, a sense of identity.

"Isn't there a way at all?" Roger frowned.

Eskar took a deep breath.

"The trial process is inherently dangerous, and it requires a lot of preparation and screening in the early stage, and now the trial can be carried out reluctantly, but it is basically no different from murder."

"Because the odds of success are so low."

"Lambert was the last, and we've stopped all trials ever since."

"And now......" Eskar sighed.

"Our situation is getting harder and harder, and maybe one day it will disappear completely."

Eskar and Roger talked about their time training here, and he and Geralt came to Kyrmohan around the same time, trained together, and then grew together through trials.

They are not brothers, but they are better than brothers.

However, there are many differences between the two in terms of personality.

Eskar once said, Geralt I am not like you, I am just an ordinary witcher, I don't hunt dragons, I don't call kings brothers, I don't sleep with sorceresses......

He is better suited to be the Guardian of Kylemohan than Geralt.

The two returned to the hall, where the fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the Viselmirs had prepared their food.

It's basically impossible to see any sumptuous dinner here, and it's the greatest happiness to be able to eat simply.

Of course, wine is essential.

"Hmm, Roger, why haven't I seen your sword?" Swallowing the venison in his mouth, Lambert asked a little strangely.

"I don't have a sword." Roger replied without looking up.

"No sword?" Lambert's expression was slightly stunned, and then he looked at Roger carefully, paying special attention to Roger's fingers and the base of his palm.

"Are you from Kelceren Castle?"

"I've heard that it's a ...... of the griffon school"

"Ahem!"

A deep voice interrupted Lambert's next words, and Viselmir spoke suddenly, raising his glass.

"You're welcome."

As he spoke, he quietly gave Lambert a look.

The witchers of the Griffin School paid more attention to the cultivation of the power of the magic seal, and the sword was only used as a support, and Lambert had scoffed at this practice in private.

He always believed that a witcher without a sword was not worthy of being called a witcher.

In addition, there is a lot of news that Kelceren Castle has been destroyed, and the witchers of the Griffon School are rarely heard.

Viselmir obviously didn't want Lambert to mention the Griffon School on such an occasion, this guy was a mean speaker and a no-brainer of annoyance.

"No, I'm not from there."

Roger shook his head, "My situation...... It's complicated, and when I wake up, I don't have a sword in my hand. ”

"You lost your sword?" Lambert obviously couldn't accept such a reason, the weapons of witchers are their lives, and in this year, good weapons are often worth a lot of money.

"What happened, you encountered a robbery?"

Lambert had a trademark smile on his face, and this time Eskar, who had not waited for Roger to speak, interjected.

"Shut up, Lambert, it's not what you think, Roger hasn't been robbed by anyone, and I certainly don't think anyone can snatch anything from him."

He put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Roger, with a hint of undetectable respect in his eyes.

That's respect for the strong.

"He only remembered his name, and he forgot the rest." Eskar continued.

"Also, do you remember? I've said before that Roger saved my life. ”

"A caravan was attacked by a monster, I took the commission to investigate, I thought it was just a small mission, but I didn't expect to follow all the way to the destination only to find that the target of my mission has been killed."

"Heh, Eskar, you're really lucky as always, you can make a lot of money for nothing by doing nothing." Lambert shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

"Good luck?" Eskar snorted coldly.

"When I got there, the fork-tailed dragon was feasting, and my presence had obviously disturbed its interest."

As he spoke, he threw a grateful smile at Roger.

"If it weren't for Roger, I'm afraid I'd be like those poor fellows, and I'd have now become a pile of smeared on the walls of the cave."

With that, he took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to Lambert.

"It was Roger who saved me."

"With his fists."

"Smashed the fork-tailed dragon's head with one punch!"