There was wine and meat, and a few people ate happily.
While eating, Regis also shared with the three of them interesting facts about his years as a barber doctor;
In return, Geralt and Maximus also chatted about their respective affairs;
Lynn Since we have just come down the mountain not long ago, there is not much to talk about.
But if you can't talk about yourself, why can't you talk about others?
When it comes to telling stories, even the high-level vampire in front of me who has lived for hundreds of years is no match for Lynn.
He just casually told a little bit about the plot of "A Song of Ice and Fire", which made the other people mesmerized.
And when Lynn talks about the end of the first part of A Song of Ice and Fire:
King Robert died of his injuries, and Eddard Stark failed in his coup attempt due to betrayal and was imprisoned.
Finally, under the persuasion of others, Ed Stark decided to give up the glory he had been holding on to and surrendered his noble head to the enemy.
In the end, he was still executed.
The knight errant immediately began to curse.
His face turned red and he was excited.
Cursing wildly, using the filthiest words he could think of.
Geralt, on the other hand, remained silent.
In Ed Stark's body, he seemed to see his own shadow.
It is also the persistence that others see as inflexible, and the heavy price paid for this persistence.
Only Regis can still maintain the same elegance as before.
However, he also let out a long sigh and said somewhat sadly.
"I thought Eddard Stark and the Stark family were the protagonists of this story. It seems I misunderstood."
Lynn nodded in agreement.
"When I first heard this story, I was just like you."
After a while, Maximus' anger finally dissipated a lot.
And because the story Lynn just told was really too depressing.
For a moment, the cabin fell into silence.
"Okay, gentlemen, let's call it a night. Everyone, you see that you have a mission, so you might as well go to bed early."
The barber doctor stood up from the ground and prepared to tidy up the place to make room for several people to sleep.
"Your Excellency Regis."
At this time, Maximus suddenly seemed to think of something, and he said, "Sir Regis, I wonder how much you know about the diseases that cause people to fall into coma? Have you ever encountered a patient in this situation?"
The barber thought for a while and asked, "Well, there are many kinds of conditions that can make people unconscious. Which one are you talking about specifically?"
So Maximus told the other party about the situation of the duchess.
"Based on my humble opinion, from your description, I think this is not a curse, but more like being poisoned."
The knight errant was stunned.
"But the doctors couldn't tell that it was caused by poisoning."
Regis explained.
"This is normal. Even doctors who have been practicing medicine for decades cannot guarantee that they know all the poisons. As far as I know, the elves who ruled this world before humans had a lot of knowledge about poisons."
"Of course, this is just my baseless speculation and should not be taken as true."
"You are too humble." Maximus sent an invitation to the barber doctor, "I have a request, Your Excellency Regis, can you please join our team. If it is you, you may be able to see what kind of poison Her Highness the Duchess has been poisoned."
Regis agreed happily without much thought.
"Well, I must admit that I am really curious about your trip. Well, then I will travel with you."
"Thank you so much... that, two masters..."
After the barber agreed, Maximus suddenly remembered an embarrassing thing.
His eager attitude just now seemed as if he didn't trust the witcher to break the curse.
But before he could explain, Lynn took the initiative and said with a smile.
"It would be better if Your Excellency Regis joins. Geralt and I have a little understanding of the curse, but we are powerless to detoxify it. If Her Highness the Duchess is really poisoned, Geralt and I can only watch Your Excellency Regis perform."
Maximus was deeply moved by Lynn's kindness and generosity.
At the same time, I was also puzzled by the rumors about witchers circulating in the north.
Obviously, demon hunters are as noble as knights errant.
Why are there still rumors everywhere in the north that witchers are just a bunch of mutated monsters without blood or tears?
Sure enough, northerners are all ignorant country bumpkins.
Maximus secretly made up his mind.
No matter what the final outcome of their journey is, he will find a few famous bards and ask them to compile the witcher's deeds into songs and spread them out.
As usual, the chirping of birds rang out in the dawn mist.
This heralds the coming of sunrise.
Regis opened the door of the cabin in high spirits and walked out first.
The second one is Lynn.
The last ones to come out were Geralt and Maximus.
The two of them looked really bad, but this was not due to illness.
But because of greed.
The barber has not touched a drop of wine.
Lynn didn't refill his glass of wine after finishing it.
Geralt and Maximus are not so restrained.
The two drank so much all night that when the sun rose, they were still looking listless when they were woken up by Lynn and Regis.
Fortunately, at least they can still ride horses and will not fall off their horses.
Regis has no horses.
At the invitation of Lynn, the two of them rode a horse together.
The group first arrived at Dillingen, where they found a barge that took them through Kingdom of Sodden.
This is an ancient country with a long history in the north, located on both sides of the Yaruga River.
It is adjacent to Brugge and Cintra in the west, Temeria and Ellander in the north, and Rivia in the east.
However, the former glory of this ancient kingdom is now gradually reduced under the squeeze of several neighbors.
Perhaps one day, like other small countries, it will completely become a vassal of a big country.
Of course this is none of the travelers' business.
A few days later, they disembarked in a town called Kagan within Kingdom of Sodden.
I replenished some supplies in the town and bought a horse for the barber doctor.
Everyone rested in the town for a night to recharge their spirits, and set off again the next day, heading south towards the Rivendell Valley.
So far, more than half of their journey has passed.
Rivendell Valley is also known as the River Valley Region and the Country of Rivers.
This is a rich land with large forests and a crisscross network of water lakes.
This place should develop into a scene full of vitality and all things competing.
However, as everyone walked along, they saw only deserted countryside.
"Maximus, are all you southerners like this? You have such good land but no one lives in it?"
"This has nothing to do with the quality of the soil or the climate environment. In fact, this place cannot be regarded as the south. This is still the land of the north." The person who answered Geralt's question was not the knight errant, but the barber doctor.
He still had that gentle look and answered carefully.
"The boundary line dividing north and south is not Yaruga River, but the foothills of Amer Mountain."
Lynn also explained.
"This land has had at least four owners, and each has been unable to bring true and lasting peace to the land."
"The kings of Temeria, Soden, Cintra, and Rivia all claim that they are the legal heirs of this land, and they often emphasize their claims with fire and sword."
"It's a pity that no one can really convince anyone."
"Not only that, but it's said that there are elven commandos roaming the Rivendell Valley... As if it wasn't bad enough that the kings were fighting each other."
Regis finally sighed and said, "The ambitions of the upper class make the lower class pay for it with their lives. This is politics. It has always been the same from beginning to end. It has never changed."
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