"Yes, there are three of them, and they can all turn into giant bears. It took me a long time to kill them."
"Misty Mountains..." Fisher murmured, and then asked, "Dick, have you gone to the depths of the Misty Mountains?"
"No, just outside Northern Kingdoms."
"Then this is not good. Berserkers actually appeared outside Northern Kingdoms. Those barbarians have not invaded our Northern Kingdoms for 50 years. It is really a troubled time now."
"It's really not good. I finally deliberately left one alive before killing them, and the berserker happened to know Common Language.
"During the interrogation, I learned that the Misty Mountains tribe has been unified and integrated, and a new generation of Manslayer has been selected. He will soon lead an army of thousands of people to attack Northern Kingdoms."
"Dick, is your news reliable?" Fisher's eyes widened.
Dick nodded, then dug into his pocket, took out the written letter, and handed it to Fisher.
"This is my summary of this matter. I hope you can help me find an opportunity to pass it to Queen Meve so that Northern Kingdoms can prepare in advance."
Just as he said this, the door of the castle opened, and Odin III walked out with a sad look on his face.
"Dick, you are back." Odin III spoke slowly, with an unpleasant smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth.
Dick frowned secretly:
He started drinking at noon, which means he must be in a bad mood.
But if you think about it carefully, if anyone else's son surrendered to the enemy, he would not be in a good mood.
"Odin Baron, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Although..., I still have Kebi."
At this moment, Dick felt that the Odin III in front of him was no longer as high-spirited as when they first met, but more like an old man in his twilight years.
And seeing that he was not wearing any hat in such a cold weather, his temples had become much grayer in the past few days.
"Master Odin, I have something urgent to do." Fisher said at the side.
"What's the emergency?"
Fisher then relayed to Odin III what Dick said to him.
Odin III took the letter and browsed it briefly.
"In this case, Fisher, you come with me.
"Let's take a team of dozens of people and head to the nearest Dawn Furnace City first. I will contact the officials there and then personally deliver this letter to the Queen."
"Yes."
"Dick, I heard that you will leave soon after you come back. The situation is urgent, so I won't see you off."
"It doesn't matter, we will meet again in the future."
"Will we see you again?" Odin III murmured looking up to the sky.
Then he cheered up and commanded and mobilized the soldiers.
After a while, a group of people rode away.
Pushing open the door of the castle, Dick found several demon hunters sitting together in the hall.
On the other hand, Russell and Vesemir were chatting and laughing loudly, while Geralt on the side still had a cold look on his face and was lost in thought.
Seeing the two people coming in, Russell stood up and walked to Dick, "How is it? Dick, is it going well this time?"
"It's going pretty well. We can get ready and set off."
"Actually, it's not that urgent. We can stay for a few more days." Vesemir said on the side.
"How many more days? Why?" Dick was a little confused.
"The dancers in There Is a Tavern are really amazing. I haven't seen enough of their dancing."
Geralt on the side coughed twice, and then said with a serious face, "Vesemir, stop fooling around, it's been a while since we left Kaer Morhen, it's time to go back."
"Okay." Vesemir said helplessly, "But let's at least have a meal before setting off.
"Then we have to plan a route, how to go back, and where to stay. Aren't these things?"
"Vesemir, the route is very certain. We start from Odinburg, pass through Dawn Furnace City, Longsong Harbor, Ravenstern City, and finally reach the deep mountains to the northwest of Angel Falls Bay. Isn't that where Kaer Morhen is?"
"Does this require any planning? I think you are just comfortable here and don't want to go back."
Vesemir's true identity was exposed by his lover, so he didn't feel embarrassed and laughed, "In that case, let's set off now. If we want to eat, we can eat after arriving at Dawn Furnace City."
At this time Ruiwen interjected. "I'm not feeling well and I plan to rest here for another day or two. You guys should go back first."
"Is it okay?" Vesemir asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just have a cold."
"Okay, let me stay and take care of Ruiwen." Vesemir said seriously.
"I think you still don't want to leave." Geralt on the side reminded again, "I will stay and take care of Ruiwen. After returning to Kaer Morhen, School of the Coyote still has a lot of things waiting for you to deal with."
"That's not okay, Geralt. You've been so lucky lately that every sorceress who meets you is prone to disaster. I have to be on guard. Even for Little Yennefer, I have to do this."
Geralt's face twitched and he said no more.
Dick has been busy these days, and only then did he remember someone's request, "Vesemir, there is a woman who asked me to bring you a message."
"What are you talking about? Tell me." Vesemir picked his ears nonchalantly.
"She said 'Kourtney·Kardashian still hates you.'"
Vesemir After hearing these words, his cynical expression immediately faded away, and his body trembled, "Is she, is she okay?"
"Not too good. I happened to meet Lady Kardashian a few days ago and helped her solve Withered Manor's worries.
"I stayed there for a day or two, and Lady Kardashian kept coughing and coughing up blood."
"Dick, are you sure she coughed up blood?"
"Well, I feel that she must have a lung disease, and she is very weak. She probably doesn't have many days left." Dick spoke slowly.
Vesemir took two steps back in disbelief, and finally sat down on the chair with a bang.
After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Dick seriously. "Thank you very much, child."
"You're welcome, I just wanted to say something."
"Withered Manor, it turns out that she moved to the Withered Manor. It is very close to Dawn Furnace City. When the time comes, Dick, can you accompany me?"
"Okay."
"That's it." Vesemir then looked around at the others and said seriously, "Dick and I will go first. As for Russell and Geralt, we will take care of Ruiwen here for a few days in case anything changes."
After everyone heard this, they were all right.
Afterwards, Dick and Vesemir packed up and got up to set off.
Along the way, the two of them galloped wildly.
Vesemir looked so anxious that Dick couldn't say much.
But after running wildly for a while, he saw that the horse was gasping for air. Dick had no choice but to pull the reins and shouted, "Vesemir, slow down! Our mounts can't stand it anymore."