Ten days later.
The witchers were riding horses on a road that was still under construction.
The road passes through Ben Flynn, a city west of Kaedwen.
Further west, there is Hengfors League, and further, there are Kovir and Poviss.
Everyone entered the city in a hurry.
It has to be said that the status of a nobleman is convenient.
After seeing the baron's noble document, the guards guarding the door smiled, bent down and saluted, and sent the witcher into the city.
In the past, this kind of treatment would have been unimaginable. It would be great to let you in, but you might have to bribe the gatekeepers to get in.
Entering the city, a stench hit your nose.
Feces, urine and feces can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and there are also fallen figures in the corners of the alleys.
They were skinny and thin, wearing only thin rags and clothes, and this year's winter in Kaedwen was particularly colder than in previous years.
What awaits them will only be frozen bones.
When everyone came to the inner city, the surrounding environment changed greatly.
The intersection has become wider and tidier, and even flowers and trees have been planted on both sides.
Under the leadership of Holt, everyone crossed Ban Flynn. After leaving the city gate, there was a village attached to the city.
Walking along a path to the end is a manor of about 3 or 4 hectares.
A stone wall surrounds the outside, and a wooden plaque hangs on the arched door.
Rocamadour.
Arwen said silently.
Nenneke once taught him that it is the transliteration of the ancient language, which means revenge.
Holt's manor.
The demon hunters came out of the royal capital and did not choose to go back to Kyle Mohan directly. Instead, they came here at the invitation of Holt.
Holt turned over and dismounted. The bandages on his body had been removed. With the witcher's super self-healing ability and magic potion, the burns had almost recovered.
He stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door, reaching out and ringing the bell hanging behind the door.
The badges on the chests of everyone following him trembled at this moment.
Arwen glanced.
The magic wave comes from the bell Holt rings.
Magic props.
After ringing it, another bell in the mansion will also ring.
It is a gadget often used by nobles and lords.
Medieval magic doorbell?
Arwen looked away and looked inside the manor.
The first is an open field surrounded by wooden fences, where there are wooden dummies, weight equipment and sand, which is a training place.
In the center of the manor, there is a black solid three-story mansion built of pine wood.
On both sides of the mansion, there are many cabins.
There are storage rooms, stables, barns, wells, dovecotes, bathhouses, and several small sheds.
Paul and Horton winked and whistled.
With this luxurious layout, it can definitely be considered a wealthy family.
However, the young demon hunter had never seen the royal palace before, so he would not lose his composure.
Geralt showed a relaxed expression. He spent the whole winter here and is very familiar with it.
Soon, the door of the mansion was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a rabbit fur coat walked out.
His brown hair was taken care of meticulously, he straightened his clothes slightly, and strode forward.
The cotton boots made a crisp clicking sound when they stepped on the muddy ground covered with ice shards.
His self-light quickly flows through Arwen and others.
When he saw the pairs of cat eyes of different colors again, he didn't show any fear at all. Instead, he smiled as if he was relieved.
" Master Holt, welcome home. You have been away for almost a month, but you haven't even sent a letter back."
"Due to your profession, we are very worried about your safety."
"Oh, and Geralt, I'm very happy to see you again, and gentlemen."
The man bent down and saluted, and said loudly.
His movements are very standard, and it looks like he has received professional training.
Vesemir twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the white-haired old demon hunter in front of him with a gloomy look, lowered his voice, and his tone was a bit sarcastic.
"Holt, damn it, I'm freezing and starving in the fortress, and you're actually hiding in this big house and living a comfortable life as a master? Huh?"
Holt heard this voice and did not refute.
After a series of events involving Atamont, the relationship between Holt and Vesemir has eased a lot.
But despite Vesemir's venomous temper, he would still mock him from time to time.
In this regard, Holt had a dull expression.
He hadn't heard this familiar tone in forty years, and he even missed it a little.
He planned to listen to a few more words and then look for an opportunity to have a fight with Vesemir.
As for this manor, it was because he had a sick leg that he bought it with the intention of retiring for the rest of his life.
I usually rely on monster hunting commissions to make a living.
As for the gold coins to buy the manor, he got it through an agent.
Relying on the latter's good business acumen, the two of them each saved a lot of gold coins.
Holt stepped forward and said, "Jonathan, these are my companions and close friends. Arrange the room."
"I see it, sir."
The middle-aged man named Jonathan in front of him is the general manager of the servant team hired by Holt.
"Anna is in the manor?"
"Yes."
"Ask her to prepare the food, and tell her to show her real skills, and bring out all the fine wines I have collected. I'm going to hold a dinner party, and I won't get drunk today."
Jonathan's eyes lit up, "I'll make arrangements right away."
Holt turned around and made an invitation gesture.
"Vesemir, young demon hunters, please follow me."
After that, he entered the mansion first.
Jonathan will arrange room and kitchen affairs.
Everyone filed in.
The front hall is very wide, and its style is very similar to Kyle·Mohan's witcher's room on the second floor, without complicated furnishings and decorations.
Paul clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, apart from the palace, this is the biggest house I have ever seen. It's so beautiful."
Horton said, "Well, there is just something missing.
Winston rubbed his chin, "I know, it's a monster specimen!"
Aiken nodded silently.
Vesemir slapped Paul on the shoulder.
"Little guy, you have to be polite when visiting other people's homes, you know?"
Paul grimaced in pain and raised his hands in surrender.
Holt said, "Vesemir, don't be so rigid."
"The monster specimen you want to see is not here. The servants in the manor also live in this mansion. If they go out to patrol or use the toilet at night, they might be frightened and faint by this monster specimen."
"Huh?"
Paul and Horton laughed, but they also understood very well.
"Not everyone can have the courage of a witcher."
Paul muttered softly, but under Vesemir's power, he obediently shut his mouth.
Arwen suddenly stood up and looked at the closed door on the right.
Holt noticed this and explained, "That is my alchemy hut. The equipment is not as good as those of professional alchemy workshops and Temple of Melitele, but the things are still complete."
"There is no problem in making [Swallow], [Golden Oriole] and other basic potions."
Arwen used [Alchemy Perception], and a strong smell of herbs and magic came out of the room. Holt led everyone through a corridor and entered a wide living room.
Grab a Igni Sign and light the tile fireplace on the left side of the room.
The crackling sound of firewood dissipates the chill.
He turned his back, opened his hands, and his tone was filled with joy.
"Witcher, welcome to my living room, which is also my collection room.
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