It was already evening and there were not many people in the hotel.
The boss obviously had a long-standing friendship with Jimmy. After the two hugged, Jimmy loudly ordered the boss to bring the best food and wine.
After a while, everyone sat together and started eating.
Until early in the morning, except for Dick and others, there were no other guests on the first floor of the hotel.
Geralt and Little Yennefer had already gone upstairs to fight [Gwent], and several of the subordinates had already rested. Jimmy and Dick had both drunk a lot of wine.
The little knight was humming a drunken tune and was constantly telling Dick and Russell about his lovesickness for Vivian.
Although Dick possesses the talent of Super Self-Healing, this talent seems to have no effect in the face of alcohol.
After a few perfunctory words, he put his head on the stool, closed his eyes, and then snored softly.
Jimmy shook his head and looked at Russell:
"I said, man, why are Geralt and Little Yennefer so close, but Vivian and I can't see any hope at all?"
Russell scratched his head and recalled Alice's lukewarm attitude towards him when Witcher Order, and his heart was full of doubts:
"How do I know? But..."
He was just about to teach Jimmy his experience as an experienced person, when he saw Jimmy's body swayed twice, fell to the wine table with a "pop", and started to snore lightly.
"Two little noobs."
Russell sighed and was thinking of sending Dick back to the room to rest.
As soon as I got up, there was a slow knock on the oak door of the tavern.
Amidst the hissing sound of the door shaft, the shadow of the night sky outside the door was cast on a rickety old woman.
His whole body was in tatters, exuding the stinky smell of old men who hadn't bathed in ten years, and a long object was wrapped in a rag behind his back.
The voice is hoarse and low, like frost:
"Good Samaritan, can you give me, this poor old man, something to eat?"
I've been hungry for many days, and I'm almost too hungry to walk."
Russell frowned and said in confusion:
"You are so hungry that you can't even walk. How could you come here?"
The old woman did not expect that the demon hunter in front of her would ask such a question. Just as she opened her dry lips full of burnt yellow teeth and wanted to explain, Russell had already turned around and returned to the dining table, took a wooden dinner plate and handed her some food.
But the old woman shook her skinny fingers and said:
"No, I want to eat the same thing you ate."
"What I've eaten... oh, there's a grilled chicken drumstick on my plate."
Russell returned to the wine table and handed the chicken legs to the old woman.
The old woman stretched out her long nails, dug tightly into the brown meat of the chicken leg, opened her mouth and swallowed all the meat on the chicken leg.
Then, she casually threw the leg bone outside the door and shook her head vigorously:
"Not enough, I'm still very hungry, not enough."
"Huh?"
"It's really not enough."
A ferocious smile appeared in the folds of the old woman's mouth, "I want that person."
She pointed to the young knight lying on the table,
"I think his meat must be delicious, young, juicy and juicy. After eating it, I won't need to eat anymore for many days."
Russell frowned and said sternly, "He is a human!"
"I know he is human, but you must hand him over." The old woman's voice became sharper.
"If you don't hand him over, I'll curse you!"
The vicious words stopped abruptly, and a silver sword pierced through her lower jaw like lightning, the tip of the sword reaching her upper jaw.
Russell had veins popping up on his forehead and shouted angrily:
"Damn it, there are always monsters who don't know whether to live or die and come to me to provoke me all day long!
Although I am the weakest among the three demon hunters, you, an ugly witch, dare to cause trouble. Are you tired of living?"
The old woman raised her hand and looked pitifully at Russell to show her surrender.
"Huh? Aren't you a monster?"
Russell was confused, took a few deep breaths, tried hard to suppress the anger in his chest, and slowly pulled out the silver sword.
After getting out of trouble, the old woman stretched out her sharp nails and gently rubbed her bloody chin, then stretched out her long tongue and licked the blood on her hands.
"Witcher, I'm just a hungry old lady, you are so cruel."
"Are you really not a monster?"
Just as Russell was about to explore, the old woman in front of her suddenly puffed up her cheeks, then quickly contracted them. A mouthful of yellow mist rushed towards Russell's face like a puff of air.
Russell Although he has a straightforward personality, he is an experienced demon hunter and has already taken precautions.
He held his breath, formed a seal with his left hand at the same time, and launched a fan-shaped Mind Shockwave straight towards the thick fog.
In an instant, the thick fog dissipated into the air outside the door.
It seems that this thick fog is not poisonous, but is just a method used by the old woman to confuse people.
When the thick fog dissipated, Russell's cat eyes reflected the scene of an old woman flying in the air on a broomstick.
It turns out this is Broom Witch!
In the blink of an eye, the witch smiled evilly and flew over the slowly flowing West River next to the hotel.
Russell was fooled, and School of the Lynx Witcher's extreme personality was aroused again.
Veins popped out on his forehead, he held a long sword and shouted:
"You old bastard, how dare you play tricks on me!"
He chased hard and crossed the small bridge over the stream in a blink of an eye.
But wherever you look, you can see the figure of Broom Witch.
Dick had already been awakened by the roar of his senior brother Russell like a wild beast.
But at this time, he did not follow Russell out to pursue Broom Witch, because there was another person's footsteps faintly heard outside the oak door of the hotel.
Dick concentrated on turning on Witcher Senses, and clearly felt that the footsteps were approaching him step by step.
He squinted his eyes and fell asleep, and saw a woman wearing black tights appearing in front of him.
Black tights accurately outline her graceful figure. She has short hair, is handsome, has blue eyes and a small mouth. Anyone who looks at her will give out a heartfelt compliment.
However, there is a beauty of sinister but destructive power between the eyebrows.
Fortunately, the woman did not approach Dick, but turned around, slowly walked to the young knight, stretched out her slender hand, and aimed at the money bag on the table next to the young knight's shoulder and forearm.
Dick snorted softly, and the woman turned her head nervously.
"Who are you?
Jimmy is just sleeping. Although he follows Five Chivalric Virtues, he has no intention of giving generously at this moment."
The tension on the woman's face disappeared instantly, and she knew how to use her own advantages.
I saw her smile, and she stood slightly, letting her graceful figure come into view. Red Hair The demon hunter's eyes.
"Witcher, I just happened to pass by and saw the Lord Knight asleep. I was afraid that he would accidentally slip off the table, so I wanted to help him. I plan to stay here in the future."
Dick shook his eyebrows slightly, "Thank you for your kindness, but if I want to support him, my hand should be on Jimmy's arm instead of reaching for his wallet, right?"
The woman smiled like a flower and her body posture seemed extremely relaxed. "I saw some dust in front of the table and wanted to help him brush it away."
Dick From the reflection of the woman's suddenly contracted pupils, he glimpsed five rays of cold light tearing open the darkness behind him.
The crescent-shaped blade drew a fatal arc. He could hear the scream of metal cutting through the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end under the stimulation of the blade wind.