"This..." The smile on the face of dwarf Glenn suddenly froze when he saw this Clear Weather card, and his eyes widened, "This... how is it possible!"
"Gwent But the game created by us dwarves actually lost to a human?"
There was a brief silence in the room, and the heavy breathing of several people could be clearly heard.
"His field attack is 19 points, ha! You lose!" Vaughn shouted with an extremely exaggerated expression.
Even the knight looked incredulous.
Dwarf Glenn stroked his beard and shook his head repeatedly, "Your last card was actually Clear Weather. What a mistake."
"If you lose, you lose. Glenn, take out the money quickly!" Vaughn said with excitement, "Ha! Who said my deck is not good?"
"Hey," dwarf Glenn sighed, took out the gold coins from his pocket and put them on the table, "Here, here are 15 crowns. Dwarves will not cheat like you humans. They are willing to admit defeat."
Archer Vaughn didn't care about the other party's ridicule, but looked proud.
Seeing that Arwen was about to pocket 15 crowns, he couldn't help but said, "Hey, my deck is really good. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to earn his 15 crowns. Do you have to be considerate?"
Archer Vaughn leaned down, bringing a strong smell of alcohol.
Dwarf Glenn slapped his nose with his hand and said mockingly, "It's so shameless. Just now you mocked others for being newbies, and now you turn around and stick your face to others' butts."
Arwen stood up and put a crown on the table as rent. Vaughn's face suddenly froze.
"Guys, Gwent has finished playing. Can you tell me the news about Basilisk?"
Dwarf Glenn looked at the ugly face of archer Vaughn, laughed loudly and said, "I have no problem, kind guest."
"Draco, what do you think?"
Knight Draco glanced at the giant sword behind Arwen and nodded in agreement.
The archer Vaughn clenched the crown tightly in his palm, with a fierce look in his eyes.
He felt that Arwen should keep at least 10 pieces, or at least half.
He raised his hand and grabbed the cloak on Arwen's shoulders, "I don't agree!"
Arwen slightly tilted his head, "What do you have in mind?"
Archer Vaughn said in a cold tone, "It's just a Gwent. It doesn't count. Don't think that just because you carry a giant sword on your back, it proves that you have strength. Do you know how to bow and arrow? As long as you can shoot a snow rabbit within 100 meters, I will recognize you."
Shooting a snowshoe rabbit within 100 meters? This is definitely a difficult task for Arwen, who has never used a bow and arrow.
Knight Draco frowned, while dwarf Glenn took a sip of wine and secretly cursed an idiot.
Who in this world would carry a sword behind their back?
Huh?
Arwen let out a sigh, stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed the collar of archer Vaughn, and pulled his face directly under his hood with strong strength.
Gray vertical pupils looked down at each other, like a ferocious beast.
The badge hidden under the cloak slipped out, and the ferocious wolf head swayed in the air.
Archer Vaughn's pupils froze, and the anger he felt just now dissipated immediately.
"The Witcher..."
A low voice sounded next to his ear.
"Is this enough?"
Archer Vaughn was frightened by this momentum and didn't know how to speak for a while.
"Oops," dwarf Glenn put down his glass, "Vaughn is drunk and started talking nonsense. Good-hearted demon hunter, you have won, so let him go. We agree that you will join our team."
Arwen pushed the archer Vaughn away with a gentle push from his palm, and straightened his clothes.
"Where's the news about Basilisk?"
Dwarf Glenn said, "Sir, you are really impatient."
"But this is a team mission, and unfortunately, your teammate has been exhausted from playing cards all night."
"How about we meet in front of the hotel at three o'clock in the afternoon?"
Arwen stared at him with cat eyes.
Dwarf Glenn stepped forward with his short legs and pulled Arwen's body.
"We dwarves are the most trustworthy. If nothing else, we still have the noble knight Draco. We can't even doubt the knight, right?"
"Please, Master Witcher."
Dwarf Glenn stretched out his hand.
Arwen glanced at a few people out of the corner of his eye, walked out of the room without saying a word.
He first walked towards the hall downstairs, until he heard the guest room closing behind him, he turned around silently, thinking in his mind.
"Dwarf Glenn has a pair of axes on his waist. Judging from the force the opponent used to push him just now, his strength is not small, but currently, he is a bold person."
"The archer Vaughn looks like a clown, but he is by no means simple. The rhinoceros horn bow behind him weighs at least one hundred and twenty pounds when fully loaded."
"As for the knight Draco, the quality of the armor he wears is not much worse than that of the Baron of White River. Although it is well hidden, my senses can still smell the smell of blood. It is human blood, and it is very new."
Thinking of this, Arwen also summarized this team: it is not a good thing.
Fortunately, his room was next door to the three of them. Due to the sound insulation quality of this pub, he could easily hear the conversation next door.
Go to your room, trigger [Dual Souls], and explore quietly.
The thunderous purr of dwarf Glenn can already be heard next door.
Arwen ate some fruit on the wooden table, then knelt down on the bed and started meditating.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Arwen led the mare out of the stable.
The mare kept stamping her feet, Rouge Tavern's servants trimmed her nails, replaced her with new iron shoes, and made a cheerful sound from her nose.
"Hey, Master Demon Hunter, you're resting well, the hunting will start soon." Dwarf Glenn raised his hand and shouted.
Arwen walked forward and glanced at the three of them.
The three of them were still dressed as they were in the morning, except that when the archer Vaughn looked at him, his eyes were sinister and he kept snorting.
"Mr. Glenn, it's time to go."
"Don't worry, we have to wait for someone else."
"Huh?"
"She is the sponsor of this mission. Here she is."
Arwen raised his head and looked up, and saw a beautiful figure walking out of the corner not far from West Street.
The man was petite, had a few freckles on his cheeks, and had fair and tender skin. He looked to be in his early twenties.
Her golden hair was tied back, and a white dress wrapped her body tightly.
Although it is not very beautiful, it is better than clean.
"Mia, we have been waiting for you."
Dwarf Glenn waved eagerly.
Mia had a gentle smile on his face, "Mr. Glenn, long time no see."
"And Mr. Draco, Mr. Vaughn."
She bowed and was very polite.
Knight Draco nodded in response. As for archer Vaughn, the gloom on his face instantly dissipated, and the five fingers of his right hand shook rapidly, revealing bright and narrow eyes.
"Come, Miss Mia, let me introduce to you. This is a new member who has joined our team. He is a..."
Dwarf Glenn said this, Mia has already walked towards Arwen.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, not the fake smile of an aristocrat, and the green eyes did not contain the fear and wariness of the people she had met before, but rather surprise and a little excitement.
The same is true for the voice. While it is gentle and pleasant to the ears, it gives people the feeling of spring breeze, as if it comes from a friend whom they have not seen for many years.
"My name is Mia Sinclair, and I am the nun of Melitele. With your outfit, I guess you must be a witcher. I am very happy to see you."