The gentle sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and onto the bed, filling it with a faint morning light, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.
Lynn sat up from the bed and stretched a lot.
At this time, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind.
"Take some more rest, okay?"
The sorceress's gentle voice was so sweet that his heart almost melted.
He wanted to do it too.
But he can't.
So he could only say it in a helpless tone.
"My good brother made a promise to others, so he stayed an extra day yesterday because he had to prepare supplies, but today it is time to set off anyway. I don't want my good brother to become a treacherous person."
Triss is a smart person. After hearing what Lynn said, she didn't lose her temper anymore.
"Okay, but before you leave, I'll give you this."
"This is..."
Lynn watched the sorceress take out a beautiful-looking long bow from her handbag.
"I asked a master bow maker from Kovir to make this specially for you. All the materials are made from Kovir. Try it?"
Lynn took the long bow from Triss's hand.
The master-level Phoenix Bow Skill instilled in him the experience, allowing him to play with it casually, and he knew that this was a rare and good bow.
The best bows come from the cold Far North, because only in the Far North grows the Fadlan wood that bow-making masters praise highly - this is the most perfect bow-making material.
And what Lynn has in his hands now is a top-quality bow made of fadlan wood and made by a master bow master. It is the best bow that any archer dreams of.
"Thank you."
Lynn placed a gentle kiss on Triss's forehead.
He was not polite, but accepted it.
She was obviously the royal advisor of Temeria, but at this moment, she was like a young girl who had just started to fall in love, smiling crazily.
She grabbed the collar of the shirt the witcher had just put on with both hands and dragged him back to the bed.
"I don't think your fellow witchers will mind waiting for you for an extra hour."
Two hours later.
After saying goodbye to Triss, Lynn walked downstairs and found that Geralt had finished preparing.
Geralt said jokingly, "I thought you wouldn't come down until at least noon, how come it's so fast?"
Lynn glanced at him.
"If you're not in a hurry, I can stay until noon tomorrow. Anyway, I'm not the one who promised to others."
Geralt laughed.
There was a little more appreciation in his eyes.
Lynn It's the first time I tasted the sweetness of a sorceress, but I can still remember the mission firmly and don't let the small head control the big head, which is good.
Then, the two joked a few more words to each other.
Afterwards, they said goodbye to Cassia and Berengar, rode away from Novigrad, and headed south.
Velen, the poorest province in Temeria, even in peacetime when it is not full of bandits and deserters, this is a place where no one goes.
Inaccessible swamps, poor villages, and rude country bumpkins are probably people's only impressions of this place.
Unless forced to do so, people would rather take a detour.
"Baron Weiserard is really not a good lord."
The two started from Novigrad and crossed the bridge connecting the north and south sides of the Pontar River. Two days have passed since then.
However, Velen is located on the south bank of the Pontar River across a river, but it is in sharp contrast to the scenery on the north bank of Novigrad.
The level of poverty in Velen is even higher than that in Kaedwen, where discrimination and prejudice are prevalent.
As a province, Velen may not be the largest province in Temeria, but its area is definitely among the top.
There are a lot of trees and other resources in the territory.
If it is developed well, it may not be impossible to develop.
But Veserad adopted a tacit and indulgent attitude of laziness.
He didn't care at all about the people in his territory who were in dire straits.
Hearing Lynn sigh, Geralt was noncommittal.
Unlike Lynn, he doesn't know much about politics.
Moreover, in his opinion, in this poor world, those who do not start wars and do not torment the people can be regarded as enlightened and benevolent lords.
When the afterglow of the sun fell on the earth, Lynn and Geralt finally arrived at the village of Midcops where Geralt and the knight from Toussaint agreed to meet.
Just like other villages in this land Velen.
This village also exudes shocking poverty from the inside out.
When the two came to the open space in the center of the village, they were somewhat surprised to find that a large group of ragged villagers with sallow faces and skinny muscles had gathered here.
"Your Excellency Knight, please let us go, please!"
"I'm so scared!"
"We don't need your help!"
Surrounded by the villagers, there was a knight wearing shining full-body plate armor.
On the helmet he wore on his head was a proudly erect feather.
"I know that everyone lives in the shadow of robbers, whether they are robbing or killing!"
"Don't worry, I, Maximus Norris Maclino, knight errant to the glorious Duchess Carolina Roberta, will root out the thugs for you and give you your freedom."
"Don't be afraid, folks, my work will be over soon and those villains will be brought to justice."
However, the knight's rhetoric did not make the villagers feel relieved.
It can be seen from the expressions on their faces that they are even more worried.
The knight also saw this.
And just when he was about to say a few more encouraging words, he suddenly saw two demon hunters pushing their way to the front from the back of the crowd.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Master Geralt, you are back, huh? Could this one be the same..."
He noticed that the young companion who came with Geralt also had cat-like eyes.
Geralt nodded and said to the other party.
"Maximus, let me introduce you to him. This is my colleague, my brother."
"Lynn, you must have noticed that he is also a demon hunter just as you thought."
Maximus said happily.
"Great, with the help of two master demon hunters, the glorious Duchess will definitely be saved now."
"Come on, come on, don't just stand outside, come in quickly and let me entertain the two masters."
Inviting Geralt and Lynn into the house behind him, the knight repeated loudly to the villagers still gathered in front of him.
"Don't worry, folks, I will eliminate those lawbreakers soon!"
The villagers looked at each other.
In the end, I had no choice but to leave.
But Lynn noticed that the villagers looked at the knight not with gratitude, but with fear and fear.
Lynn followed Geralt into the house.
He glanced around.
Compared with other places, this house is much more spacious and cleaner.
It was probably the village elder who temporarily lent his home to Maximus.
Maximus followed the two demon hunters, closed the wooden door, and took off his helmet, revealing a young but passionate face for chivalry.