"How do I live? You don't need to worry about it. I just want to change my way of living."
"Damn it, it must be the sorceress named Xiya who led you into trouble, right? No, I have to find an opportunity..."
"What are you going to do? I tell you, if you touch her I will kill you."
Master first looked incredulous when he heard this, then looked angry, and finally burst out laughing and started applauding at the same time.
"Okay, okay, you have indeed become more capable.
"But don't forget that the list of your criminal records over the years is all with me.
"If you submit this list, let alone that you want to stay with that little warlock, even if you want to be a demon hunter, there will be no place for you. There will be no place for you in this world."
"Humph," Dick laughed angrily, "But don't think that you are the only one who has that list.
"If they catch me then, I will report all the details of how you secretly colluded with other kingdom nobles and how you killed each noble over the years. You will not be fine by then."
"You," Master pointed at Dick, "Dick, let's talk slowly after you calm down. I do have a bad attitude today."
After saying that, he opened the door and turned around to leave.
"Wait a minute."
"Is there anything else? Dick?" Master said coldly.
"You just said that you brought me back from the pile of dead people, transformed me into a demon hunter, and taught me all my skills.
"But why didn't you mention that you adopted a total of 30 war orphans back then?
"The 30 of us have been playmates since childhood.
"When I was 8 years old, I successfully transformed into a demon hunter through Trial of the Grasses.
"I won't talk about the pain during this period, but among the 30 people who were transformed that time, I was the only one who succeeded.
"If I die, maybe the person standing in front of you now is not a demon hunter named Dick, but Dak? Duke? Who knows?
"And wouldn't you say the same thing to them?
"You just treat me as a sword, a sharp sword that you can use easily." Dick concluded,
"In addition, Kayn also does various assassination missions for you. But as far as I know, he has stopped listening to you in the past few years."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Master's face was ashen.
"What I mean is that Kayn is strong enough to break free from your shackles, and you don't necessarily reveal the list of nobles he killed to the nobles.
"When a person is strong enough, there is no need to be restricted by others. So I don't want to listen to your orders now."
"What, Dick? Do you want to try to see if my body has aged or not?"
Speaking of this, Master frowned and slowly moved his hand towards the steel sword behind his back, and Dick did the same.
The atmosphere in the room became stagnant.
But neither of them drew their swords, because the keen Witcher Senses clearly heard the footsteps in the corridor.
After a while, "dong dong," a rhythmic knock on the door sounded.
The two of them put down their hands in tacit understanding, and their expressions instantly became warm.
Master winked, Dick opened the door, and Fisher was standing outside the door.
"Oh, Master Master, you are here too."
"Long time no see Dick, let's chat with him. Are you looking for something from Dick?"
"Yes, didn't you say that Dick will make three more commissions in Odinburg? This has been completed once today, and there are two more.
"I was inspecting Odinburg just now, and I happened to have a new commission to give him."
"This is business, so I'll leave first."
"Then don't talk for a while, I can come later."
"No, no, no, our master and apprentice have a deep relationship, and we will return to Kaer Morhen together in a while. There will be a long time to come." Master said meaningfully.
Finally, he patted Fisher's arm gently, turned around and went out, closing the door.
"Why do I feel that something is not right about this atmosphere? Did I come at the wrong time?" Fisher joked.
"No, you came at the right time. Tell me, Captain, what's the entrustment?"
"Hey, Dick, don't make fun of me. What kind of captain am I in front of you?
"Just a few days ago, wasn't there Leshen in Black Forest east of our Odinburg?
"None of the nearby woodcutters can cut wood there.
"The woodcutter headed by Banyan was so anxious that he couldn't cut any more firewood and his newly married wife wouldn't be able to support him anymore."
"Huh? Banyan got a wife?"
"Yes, Jatu came here a few days ago, and there are family members of the soldiers who died in the battle. Banyan has been a bachelor for so many years, and then he married one of the widows."
"Then I should congratulate him. Do you want me to get rid of Leshen?"
"Yes, Dick.
"Of course the commission fee will not be small," Master took out a money bag. "These 300 Kelang is contributed by Odin III, and the woodcutter will contribute some more. As a commission, you are welcome to accept it."
"Although I haven't seen Leshen, it seems difficult to deal with. You'd better find your fellow witchers to deal with them together."
"Thank you for the reminder."
Dick collected the money and put it in his pocket. After chatting with Fisher for a few words, he began to kneel down on the bed and think quietly:
Originally, I didn't want to break up with Master so quickly, but seeing his intentions and the kindness and power in his words, I still wanted to continue to be the sword in his hand.
But I didn't want to live in a muddle-headed way while I was still alive. With the help of Golden Finger, my strength has skyrocketed. It can be regarded as a big horse-drawn cart, running very steadily.
How can a dignified man live in depression for a long time?
Although his current overall strength may not be as good as this Master, it is extremely difficult for him to kill him.
And according to what Kayn said before, maybe I can really discuss it with him. If this Master is stupid and offends me again...
Without thinking too much, Dick rummaged through the space bag again, looking for items to deal with Leshen tomorrow.
Leshen, as a high-level monster, likes to stay in its own territory.
But when its territory is violated, it will retaliate crazily.
Although it was Jatu who took the lead in cutting down trees and invading the land that caused the backlash from Leshen, but now that this monster has threatened human life, it can only be eliminated.
Leshen is afraid of fire, so my Fire Signs is enough for the time being.
And now there is no Magic Bombs. Do you want to use that bottle of [Blizzard] potion then?
This potion is also very precious, forget it, let's talk about it.
By the way, Fisher just suggested that you find a companion to go with you. Isn't the new tool man Russell just right?
Just as he was told, Dick walked out of the room and asked a maid at the stairs in the corridor for the location of Russell.
"Master Russell is sitting on the long table downstairs drinking alone."
"Thank you very much."
"You're welcome, Master Dick."
Dick walked downstairs and saw Russell sitting at the corner of the table. There were two side dishes in front of him and a big wine pot, drinking by himself.
Dick sat next to him and patted his back gently. "Russell, what's wrong? You were hurt by love just like Geralt."