Vesemir Was Beaten Until He Coughed Blood

"Viscount Hudson?"

Where did you learn this name from?

Bob stopped what he was doing and asked in surprise.

This family is indeed related to the Viscount ... Vesemir was overjoyed and quickly asked:

"More than a decade ago, I accepted several commissions from the Viscount to deal with the monsters in the mine, and I got along well with Viscount Hudson."

"When I arrived at the Hundred Fruit Garden yesterday, I planned to visit him at the castle, but I found that it was just a ruin."

What exactly happened there?

"More than ten years ago..." Bob paused for a moment.

Vesemir quickly replied, "Yes, it should have been fifteen years ago."

Upon hearing this, Bob carefully examined Vesemir's appearance for a few seconds and suddenly realized what was going on.

"You're the demon hunter who got beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the Rock Troll!"

Um?

He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the Rock Troll!!!

Master Vesemir had this experience?

Ailin and Huus immediately perked up their ears.

How could I forget about this... Vesemir's face darkened, and he regretted asking so directly.

He glanced at the two young witchers at the wooden table, heads bowed, seemingly casually fiddling with their plates, but actually their entire attention was on him, and quickly explained:

"It was an accident, an accident..."

"Before entering the mine, I thought I would only have to deal with a few Ghoul, but I didn't expect that there was a large camp of Rock Troll behind the mine, with more than a dozen Rock Troll inside."

"During the battle, I used the Alde Sign to connect two places that were not originally connected."

Bob seemed to realize he had misspoke and nodded repeatedly in defense of him:

"That's right. After that, the mine was abandoned by Lord Hudson because there were too many Rock Troll."

After thinking for a moment, Ailin and Huus' expressions became even stranger.

They had all witnessed the Alde Sign of Vesemir; it was extremely powerful.

If the rock mass is relatively thin, it is indeed possible to directly destroy one wall of the mine.

But that's not the key point; it's...

The demon hunters, who were originally there to clean up the mine, ended up completely destroying the client's mine.

This is really something!

Your explanation is worse than no explanation at all... Vesemir looked at Bob helplessly.

Bob scratched his head, gave an awkward laugh, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Eh~"

Vesemir sighed, and without further explanation, began to recount:

"Later, I managed to escape from the enraged Rock Troll."

"I messed things up. I was too ashamed to face my employer, but my injuries were severe."

"Besides, I should explain the situation inside the mine to prevent others from accidentally wandering in, so I returned to Viscount Hudson's castle."

He paused here, as if recalling the scene.

"Viscount Hudson is a truly remarkable nobleman."

"Not only did he not hold me responsible for destroying the mine—which is something nobles usually would, and would hold—he also had a pharmacist treat and bandage my wounds free of charge."

"In the end, they even gave me the money I was paid for hunting a few Ghoul."

"Wow!" Huus couldn't help but exclaim, "This... this is amazing!"

"That's the kind of man Mr. Hudson is!" Bob his head, looking proud, his wrinkles deepening with pride.

Vesemir nodded, and continued:

He said, "A brave soldier shouldn't have to bear the bitter consequences of defeat. You've done your best, and you've completed the task I entrusted to you. Other trivial matters are none of your concern!"

"Viscount Hudson is truly an extraordinary nobleman!" he exclaimed again.

"Who mentioned Mr. Hudson?" A woman who looked to be in her thirties came out of the kitchen.

"Mary, do you still know him?" Bob asked jokingly.

The woman, who shared the same name as the little witch in Kaer Morhen, only glanced at her for a few seconds before exclaiming in delight:

"You... you're that Vesemir... the demon hunter who got beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the Rock Troll?"

When Vesemir heard his name, he had just started to smile, but when he heard the second half of it, his face quickly darkened again.

"Hahaha..."

A sudden burst of laughter rang out in the hotel, only to be abruptly cut off by a sharp gaze.

Ailin covered her trembling mouth.

Judging from Vesemir's current expression, Huus, who has lost control of himself, is unlikely to have an easy few days ahead.

"It's me." Vesemir nodded helplessly. "You were the Viscount's cook back then, weren't you? I recognized you when I was drinking the soup just now."

Upon hearing this, Mary looked at Vesemir carefully again, then shook her head with a touch of melancholy:

"Back then, you and I looked to be the same age. Fifteen years have passed, and you haven't changed at all, but I..."

"That's a bit of a tangent. Lady Rena passed away many years ago. I was her maid, and I learned how to make soup from Lady Rena."

"Ah, is that so?" Vesemir sighed.

However, he had experienced this many times before, so after calming himself down a bit, he got back to the main point:

"What happened to Viscount Hudson? Why is his castle in such a state of disrepair? Where are the Viscount and the children?"

Mary and Bob exchanged glances, looked around, and then gestured for them to wait a moment.

Because of the conflict between the King's Guard and the Witcher, no one has come to their door yet.

Bob simply closed the door, since only five people, Vesemir, had stayed there in the last few days anyway.

In small towns like Hundred Fruit Garden, hotels and pubs are often combined; otherwise, the low customer traffic would make it difficult to survive.

After closing the main door, Bob and Mary carefully closed the wooden windows as well.

"Bang!"

The last window was closed, and the first floor of the hotel instantly became dark.

Seeing how careful they were, Vesemir also became serious and patiently waited for them to finish everything.

A moment later.

The two returned and sat in the empty seats next to them.

They first looked at Ailin and Huus, their eyes questioning Vesemir.

"It's alright, they are all trustworthy," Vesemir nodded.

Bob and Mary exchanged a glance, and then Bob spoke up:

"Vesemir, we all know you have a good relationship with Viscount Hudson, so we're willing to tell you this, but what about the others..."

Vesemir understood what they meant and was about to reassure them again.

"I suddenly remembered that Bont and Fred haven't gotten up yet," Ailin suddenly said, pulling Huus away from his seat. "Huus, let's go upstairs and call them."

Huus obediently left his seat, clearly aware of the innkeeper and his wife's hints.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

Under Bob and Mary's apologetic gazes, Ailin and Huus walked up the wooden stairs.

It's nice to hear a story, but since it's Vesemir's private matter...

Ailin, of course, wouldn't be so tasteless as to eavesdrop, so after saying goodbye to Huus, he planned to go back to his room and meditate for another hour.

"Squeak~"

As the door slammed shut, Ailin's keen witcher senses suddenly picked it up.

"... It all started eight years ago when the Viscount brought back a couple from the battlefield..."

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