In March, the snow has slowly melted, the temperature has gradually risen, and it is time for everyone to leave.

This time they left a little later than usual, because this winter Kyle Mohan had become unusually comfortable under Roger's care, and if it weren't for the fact that the stored wine had been drunk, everyone would have been delayed for a while.

Roger packed his bags, and on his back, there were two more glaring swords, which Eskar and Lambert had prepared for him, and the equipment on his body came from Viselmir.

Although the craftsmanship is really not very good.

"If you're going to the Northwest, you should be able to travel with Geralt." Eskar said as he sorted out his things.

"Geralt is going to go there too?" Roger asked casually.

"He's been tracking someone's information......" A voice suddenly came from behind him, it was Lambert, who had already packed his bags.

Lambert squeezed out a strange smile, "Hey, Roger, you've probably heard of that name, the sorceress who made Geralt uneasy, some say she occasionally appeared in the territory of Povis, and even stayed for months at a time. ”

"It's almost around this time, so Geralt plans to try his luck."

"Hmph, I don't know what he likes about that woman? A few years ago, she had lived in Kylemohan for a while, and the two of them had been like glue in those days. ”

"But the sorceress's enthusiasm comes and goes quickly, and the women are all the same faces, and our Geralt is soon abandoned......"

"Ahem!" Eskar couldn't help but cough twice, but Lambert continued without hesitation: "They're good companions on the road, but if they meet for a long time...... Tsk, Roger, listen to me, this world is full of warm and open girls, but the only ones are sorceresses, and it is better to stay away from them. ”

"Really?"

"Could it be that one of them keeps you from getting out of bed?" Behind Lambert came Geralt's voice.

Lambert didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, and waved goodbye to everyone.

And at this time, Roger finally understood that the wooden bed in the so-called luxurious room where he once lived was ...... How it was made to look like that.

"Roger, you're going to Povis too?" Geralt asked curiously, after a winter of getting along, everyone was already very familiar, and naturally Geralt also heard the rumor about Roger.

"It's probably that direction, but I don't have any purpose, it's just a feeling." Roger mumbled.

"That's fine, we can set off together, and we can officially experience the life of a witcher." Geralt was also very happy to have someone with him, but before he set off, something suddenly occurred to him.

"Hey, Roger, you'd better control your power in front of outsiders, that's too shocking for anyone."

"After all, even if you only maintain the most basic state, there will not be many people in this world who are your opponents."

Roger nodded, and the group rolled over and slowly moved away from Kylemohan, then waved goodbye at the fork in the road.

"See you in winter!"

Kyrmohan is in the territory of Kodwin, while Geralt is aiming for Povis in the northwest. In the process, it is necessary to pass through several countries in a row, especially in the heart of Kangongen.

Unbeknownst to Geralt, it was one of Roger's most important destinations.

Life as a witcher was even more boring and difficult than Roger had imagined, and they barely entered the larger city-states, only spending the night in nearby villages and towns.

Because it was easier to get commissions there, the dimly lit bars didn't have much of a mood, and the beer was mixed with too much water, and the waitresses were hard to handle.

Along the way, the two of them were in the dust, and there was really no fun at all, but fortunately, the weather gradually warmed, and by the time they reached Kangongen, they had completely shaken off the cold.

"Bang!"

Geralt gasped and dragged the petrified lizard's corpse to the crowd.

"That's it, two hundred forest towers, the condition should be good!" He stared at the money bag in the city magistrate's hand in front of him, judging by the shape and size on the outside, Geralt didn't think that the money bag could hold two hundred rings.

Really.

"I'm sorry, respected Master Witcher, we didn't have that much."

"How many do you have?" Geralt frowned, the price was negotiated in advance, but he hadn't encountered too many similar things.

"One hundred and eighty."

The city magistrate said cautiously.

Normally, Geralt's asking price is not too high, and it is definitely worth the effort he puts in.

Taking a deep breath, his lips pursed slightly, holding back the anger in his heart, he stretched out his hand, "Give me the money!" ”

"Thank you, thank you!"

"If next time, next time we ......"

"Get out!" Geralt snorted, he would rather not earn this money than hear someone die at the hands of monsters.

The city magistrate's face was embarrassed, and with a wave of his hand, he turned on his horse and ran away with the two servants.

"That guy lied." Roger said unhurriedly with his hands on his shoulders.

"I know." Geralt smiled bitterly, he opened his mouth but then sighed, "Forget it, at least we can have a full meal at noon today." As he spoke, he shook the money bag in his hand.

Roger is noncommittal, this is Geralt's task, he doesn't want to point fingers too much, everyone has their own principles, and this is the biggest difference between Geralt and others.

"It doesn't matter what you eat, but I can't squeeze into a room with you anymore." Roger chuckled.

"Oh, sorry, it's a little less than a task, but we should have a little more on our hands if we go any further."

The two packed their bags and prepared to turn over and get on their horses, but at this moment, a neutral voice came from afar.

"Master Witcher!"

It was a man with thick curly hair and a majestic face, and he threw a ball of things in his hand as he spoke.

Syllable.

Geralt reached out to catch it, and there was a crisp sound of metal grinding inside.

"It's your money."

Roger also noticed at this time that there were two sturdy women behind the man.

They were tall and muscular, and they only wrapped their vital parts in bobcat skin, and the weather was not hot at this time, but the temperature seemed to have no effect on them.

On top of that, there was a thick smell of blood on the saber they were carrying, and the weapon had just been stained with blood not long ago.

"It's what you deserve, and that greedy guy stole him."

"So you killed him?" Geralt pinched the money bag in his hand.

"No, not really, but greed comes at a price."

"Okay." Geralt smiled and nodded, and then introduced himself and Roger to the strange man.

"I ......," the strange man pointed to the faded coat of arms on his tunic embroidered with three blackbirds, lined up in a golden field.

"I'm Borch, and people call me the Three Jackdaws. They are my personal bodyguards, Tia and Via. ”

Jackdaw...... Roger looked at the strange man with interest, and his gaze aroused the other's curiosity.

When he noticed Roger, Borch's pupils, the so-called Three Jackdaws, shrank sharply, as if greatly stimulated.

The guards around them noticed their master's alertness and nervously grasped the hilt of their knives, but they did not notice anything unusual in their surroundings.

"Haha, nice to meet you, maybe I can have the pleasure of inviting you two to lunch." Borch invited, and the corner of his eye flashed over Roger.