After inspecting the scene, the two men went straight to say their farewells to Cassili, the mayor of Spansom. His face had turned red with anxiety.
He had finally managed to bring in a Witcher after praying and hoping for ages. If he just let them leave like this, what would become of the village?
"Master Letho, didn't we agree beforehand? If you're really finding it difficult, I'm willing to raise the price!"
The Witcher folded his arms and retorted without the slightest courtesy,
"Think carefully. I clearly said I'd make my decision after inspecting the site. Now I've decided to refuse the contract!"
"It's not just about the price. You can't spend money if you're dead! Hunting Monsters is a Witcher's trade. We follow the basic principles of a transaction: you have the right to offer a contract, and we have the right to refuse it."
"Do neither of you have even the slightest compassion? Tina and Jim, not to mention that widow and the families of the young victims—how pitiful!" Cassili pleaded, his face scrunched up. "Can't you help them and catch the killer?"
Unfortunately, he saw not a trace of pity on the Witcher's ice-cold face. His pleading fell away, a hint of resentment appearing in his eyes as his attitude instantly turned vile,
"Just as the rumors say, Witchers are all cold-blooded animals, incapable of human emotion! Get out! Don't come back to Spansom. You're not welcome here!"
Letho was unmoved by his insults.
And Roy wasn't facing this kind of unpleasant situation for the first time, either.
The first time had been at Kaye Village. Once the villagers were free of the Grave Witch's threat, they'd immediately started gossiping. Now there was this man in front of them, the second time. He didn't get his