"Demon Hunter, I guess you don't want to be interfered with in your mission, so it's all good for us to follow the rules."

Arpan Zigrin said slowly, softer, less aggressive than Buchte.

But with the laughter of his companions around him, this doesn't seem like a kind of persuasion at all.

"Roger."

Geralt next to him spoke, he gave Roger a look, and then looked at Butt and the others.

"We just happened to be passing by, and we have nothing to do with the dragon, so you don't have to be nervous."

"Demon Hunter, you think we're going to take your word for it? Even the blacksmith and the bakery owner knew what it meant to be a dragon, and no one would believe it. ”

"And if you're really what you say, then it seems understandable to stay away from the battlefield under our arrangement."

Geralt pursed his lips, "I'm telling the truth, and I don't want any of you to bleed over this argument." ”

"Haha, boys, listen to what he's saying." Buchat laughed.

"Is this a charity? Like a kind of forgiveness for beggars from a king? ”

At this time, Geralt took the initiative to block in front of Roger, "Leave this matter to me to solve." He lowered his voice.

"The dwarves have always been tempered like this, they don't mean to target you, but to everyone."

"We don't have to clash with them."

"Don't worry, Geralt. I wasn't going to do anything. Roger smiled and shrugged.

"As long as no one takes the initiative to provoke me." Finally, he added.

Then he stood up, "They may be used to it, but I don't think it's right, and there's no need to be patient about it. ”

As he spoke, he stepped back.

"That's it, Geralt, it looks like we should have separated here early, because I can't guarantee anything else that's going to happen."

"Roger......

Geralt opened his mouth, but he didn't stop Roger, he looked back at the unruly dwarves and sighed helplessly.

The Marauders from Clingfield had always been rampant, and they had succeeded in slaying dragons several times, each with their weapons soaked in blood.

Roger and Geralt are added together, and they really haven't been taken seriously by these guys.

But what they didn't know was that Roger was completely different from the other witchers they had seen.

"That'...... All right! ”

"We'll see you in winter." Thinking of this, Geralt did not continue to hold on.

Because he was really worried that these open-mouthed fellows would say something rampant under the stimulation of alcohol.

He can tolerate the bad character of the dwarves, as he has several dwarven friends who are also loved and hated.

But apparently, Roger doesn't seem to be going to pay for anyone's emotions.

What's more, he has the qualifications.

"Roar!" A young dwarf let out a mocking laugh, and Geralt jerked his head back at the sound of it, staring sharply at the other.

At this time, as the leader, Yarpanzigrin also coughed lightly.

It's better for everybody to leave, that's what they want to see.

"Sit down, Geralt, let's keep drinking, where did you just go?"

Geralt turned his head sideways, he saw Roger's back in the distance, hesitated, he was about to get up, suddenly a familiar smell entered his nose.

Tempered by his restlessness, he looked in the direction where the smell came, and then saw the figure that had been thinking about it for a long time.

Forever black and white, jet-black night-like hair, delicate faces, and black ribbons tied around slender necks.

The gem on it exudes a mysterious luster, just like its owner.

"Yennefer ......"

The same dwarves also noticed the arrival of the sorceress, and they shouted loudly, especially Yarpanzigrin.

The feud between him and the sorceress was no small one.

"What smell, do you smell it?"

"Where did the stench come from......

On the other side, Roger had already moved away from the camp and chose another path to go directly into the mountains.

He didn't have to wait long, and soon the crisp sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, and Roger slowed down, and then saw Borch galloping towards him with two female warriors followed.

He knew his goal had been achieved.

"Master Roger!" Borch shouted.

"I thought you'd stay, after all, dragons aren't very common these days."

Roger didn't answer Borch's question, but looked at him with a peculiar gaze, "What about you?" ”

"Why are you following along?"

"I don't think you're a big talker, so I'm curious about the golden dragon you mentioned earlier, and her name......"

"What do you want to ask? Ask her if she is a legend, but don't you already know the answer to this question? ”

"Uh...... I wish I could be specific, and I can pay for this answer. ”

Borch was sincere, but Roger was unmoved.

"Who the hell are you? You're not a witcher. ”

The expression on Borch's face turned serious.

"What about you?"

"Who are you? And what is it...... Person? ”

Sonor!

The sound of the two female warriors drawing their knives joined together, but before Borch could stop them, their bodies flew high, and the weapons were free.

"Stand down, I'm going to have a good talk with this gentleman!"

Borch's eyes shot a brilliant golden light, and then the majestic middle-aged man disappeared, replaced by a slender golden dragon that exuded a powerful momentum!

But in the next second, before Borch could fully release his momentum, he felt his body shrink sharply, and Roger in front of him became extremely tall.

At this time, when the two female warriors got up from the ground, what they saw was Roger stretching out his palm, and on his palm, a shrunken golden dragon was coiled.

"Let me see your memories of Ophelia."

Enveloped in a grand force, Borch completely lost consciousness.

…………

"Damn, we took a shortcut to find that dragon as soon as possible, not to actively crash into an inexplicable landslide!" A fat man with a shy stomach muttered angrily.

He was Gironsteen, the governor of Nedamir.

In order to speed up the progress, they chose a so-called shortcut, but a sudden landslide cut off the large army.

In the end, those who passed the shortcut were left with only a handful of people.

There was a mess in the line, the dwarves were busy talking about the price increase, and Geralt and Yennefer were arguing.

The lovers walked together because of Di Jing's wishes, and fully demonstrated what sadomasochism is in the division and integration.

In addition, there are magician-looking guys who promote the theory of the equality of all beings, and Dandrien shuttles through them, constantly showing his presence.

Like a farce, the team moved on, and the argument did not stop.

Until over a hill, a sharp-eyed dwarf spotted a familiar figure at the end of the valley.

There is a patch of scattered white stones, which form an irregular ring, and the ground slopes slightly, leading to a jagged meadow surrounded by limestone cliffs.

A figure sat on a boulder in front of the circular stone.

Beside him, were two long swords crossed into the ground.

Roger looked up at the chaotic crowd.