"That's what it means, Dick.
"Of course the most important reason is that there are demon hunters like Ivan."
Speaking of this, Master glanced at Vesemir, who didn't care and even picked his nose with his little finger.
Seeing this, Master continued to explain, "Ivan is not the only demon hunter who relies on his talents and kills mercenaries at will according to his identity, nor is he the first.
"Many times the local sheriff will have a headache because of this, and the murders committed by the witchers are lightly brushed off.
"I think this is likely to cause dissatisfaction among the upper-class nobles, so those nobles..."
He lowered his voice at the end, "It will also add fuel to the fire to suppress the demon hunters in all aspects.
"I feel that Ivan was taken away this time because of the intentions of the top nobles."
"That's it." Dick nodded respectfully, but secretly complained:
This cheap master is really an old fox, he can analyze everything in detail.
Vesemir on the side yawned loudly, "Have you two masters and apprentices finished talking?"
"What's wrong, Vesemir?" Dick asked.
"Besides the 'There Is a Tavern' just now, are there any places to have fun nearby?"
"Looking for fun?"
Vesemir then tapped each other with his two index fingers and smiled rather obscenely, "Just for fun."
"There is no such thing, but there is a shop street ahead on the left, where you can also find a place to have a few drinks."
"Hey, it seems this is the only way. If you don't have fun, just drink some wine. Well, now Geralt is going to have a drink with me."
"I don't want to go."
"You really don't want to go? Don't you want to forget those sad things between you and Little Yennefer? Didn't you come out just to relax?
"Geralt, wine is a good thing, it can relieve a thousand worries. Stop being ink and come with me quickly."
Geralt heard Vesemir's eyes dimmed, and finally nodded slowly.
Vesemir laughed and waved his hands to everyone:
"That's it. I'll have a drink with Geralt first, and help him enlighten his thoughts. This young man is not yet 50 years old, but he always keeps the love between his children and his children in his heart.
"We demon hunters have a lifespan of hundreds of years. If we are trapped by this thing, how can we do it if we don't have clear ideas?"
After saying that, regardless of everyone's response, he directly put an arm around Geralt's neck and walked towards the store pointed by Dick.
From the looks of it, he doesn't look like a master and apprentice, but more like a good friend.
Dick looked away and looked at the remaining people. "Then let's go back to the fortress now?"
"Go back, I feel the wind is a bit strong this winter." said the sorceress Ruiwen on the side.
The remaining two demon hunters had no objections either.
After a while, after returning to the fortress, Ruiwen said goodbye to a few people and went back to the room to rest.
Russell looked excited and wanted to chat with Dick, but was blocked by Master.
At this time, Master looked majestic. "Russell, I want to have a private talk with Dick. You two senior brothers, please wait until tomorrow to talk."
"But..."
Dick has basically guessed what Master wants to talk to him.
"Russell, let's do this for now, let's have a good chat tomorrow.
"At that time, let's wait until 'There Is a Tavern' is cleaned and we can go there to have a drink."
"That's it, I'm going to do some activities in the yard." Russell stood up and walked out the door.
Master walked towards the stairs without saying a word, followed closely by Dick.
The two came to a room on the third floor, which was Little Odin's bedroom.
Odin III did not get angry with Dick because of what happened to Little Odin and sealed his room. This time it was still used as a temporary residence for Dick.
After entering the room, Dick randomly found a stool and sat down, while Master sat on the opposite side.
"Okay, there is no one now. Let's talk about it, my good disciple - Dick."
Master was not as kind as he was in front of everyone. Instead, he had a stern look on his face and gritted his teeth.
Seeing this, Dick stopped pretending. He didn't want to compromise with the cheap master in front of him.
In other words, he doesn't want to waste time on intrigues and delay his advancement.
He casually crossed his legs, tilted his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Master stood up suddenly. "Don't forget, I am your master.
"I rescued you from the dead and fed you with goat's milk and goat's milk to grow up;
"Finally, I gave you the opportunity to transform into a demon hunter, and I taught you all your skills. Without me, you are nothing!"
"Okay, okay, old man." Dick followed Vesemir's example and picked his ears with his index finger, "Let's talk about business, don't vent your emotions like this, I'm not a trash can."
"Okay, okay, Dick, your wings are full, and you dare to talk to the master like this.
"Then I just want to ask you one question, why is [Odin III] not dead yet?
"During your stay at Odinburg, why didn't you find a chance to assassinate him?
"We have collected a full 1000 Kelang, Lion-Hunting Kingdom money - it's very hot to hold now."
"Odin III? I don't want to kill him."
"You don't want to kill him?" Master was surprised, "Why?"
"Do you think I let you station at Odinburg just to encourage you to fall in love with that little warlock and become brothers with that little knight?"
"I said, I don't want to kill him."
Dick also stood up and stared at Master in front of him with cold eyes.
"I no longer want to live the life of being a killer. Now I just want to be a pure demon hunter, living by killing monsters and accepting demon hunting commissions."
"Hey, Dick, what joke are you talking about?
"You have done so many dirty things over the years, do you think you can get away with it so easily?"
Then Master said like a treasure trove:
"From the time you were 13 to 20, you killed 63 nobles all over the continent;
"136 wealthy businessmen were killed, and 12 knights' servants were killed, and two of these servants were also from noble families;
"And when you were killing the families of these nobles, those servants killed countless more;
"Your hands are already covered with blood. This heavy crimson stain has stained your hands, and you can't wash them off.
"Are you threatening me?" Dick narrowed his eyes slightly, looking like a sign before a cheetah in nature is about to attack.
"Threat? You can think of it this way, you were taught by me, I know all your abilities, and I understand your character."
Then he changed the topic. "Good disciple, did something happen to you recently that made you have such a change of mind?
"By the way, women, only women can change men."
"It must be that little warlock Xiya who told you something!
"It's another way of preaching that the world is full of beauty.
"I tell you again, it's all lies. This world is a huge jungle. If you want to survive here, you can only do whatever it takes. If you don't be ruthless, how can you survive?"