The caravan guard with a beard on his face said, "Stop complaining, those who eat this bowl of rice have to bear this. Fortunately, at least we are working for the royal family, and we can get a lot of rewards when we return."
Ser Royce, who was walking at the front of the group, suddenly shouted at the caravan guards.
"You guys, come here and take a look."
The five caravan guards ran over quickly, but they saw Ser Royce and four soldiers standing in front of a large pile of mushrooms, pointing and asking them.
"We don't have enough food. If we continue like this, we may run out of food before we even get out of the forest."
"Look, are these mushrooms edible?"
The caravan guards looked at each other, and then the caravan guard with a beard shook his head and stood up and said, "It's best not to eat it. I come from a village outside City of Kerack. In our village, many people die every year from eating poisonous mushrooms."
"But we Golden Lion Caravan have two people who have the ability to distinguish whether mushrooms are poisonous. One is the leader of our caravan Tyrion, and the other is the chief chef."
"It's a pity that neither of them are here."
At this time, a voice sounded from behind everyone.
"Don't worry about the food, Ser Royce."
Triss smiled and said to them.
"I can open a portal at any time leading to Vizima City, Novigrad, or other major cities in the north."
Ser Royce did not expect that the problem that he was anxious about would not be a problem at all in front of the sorceress.
He immediately felt relieved.
The journey was uneventful after that.
After walking for almost five hours in this sweltering forest that was almost driving people crazy, the group stopped.
At this time, the sky outside should have reached dusk, but in this airtight forest, it seemed even darker.
Lynn, which has night vision ability, and Triss, which can apply dark vision magic to itself, are okay.
But Ser Royce and his men clearly showed the shortcomings of ordinary people.
That is to say, at night, it is no different than being blind with your eyes open.
So, after a short period of thinking, we decided to camp where we were and rest until dawn tomorrow before setting off again.
"A sorceress needs to get enough sleep so as not to interfere with her ability to cast spells the next day. Regardless of this point, a gentleman should not keep a lady on vigil."
"Then it will be our turn, twelve men, to keep watch."
"Witcher, if you don't object, I suggest that the four of us work in one shift, exactly divided into three shifts, and take turns to keep watch, with each shift keeping watch for four hours, so that it happens to be dawn."
Lynn thought about Ser Royce's proposal.
Quite reasonable.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
So Ser Royce sent his men to prepare for the night.
They found a slightly larger open space and set up a total of thirteen tents.
The central tent is naturally that of the sorceress.
Out of respect for women, not only were the other twelve tents located some distance away from the central tent, but they also drew a circle of curtains around the central tent.
The remaining people went around to collect wood and piled it together to make a campfire.
Then, everyone took out dry food, stuck it on the branches, and roasted it on the fire.
Wait until the dry food is roasted and softened, then swallow it with water.
The taste of this dry food is not very good, it is too salty, and even though it has been softened a bit by roasting, it is actually still hard.
Ser Royce and his soldiers are professional soldiers. Although the food is terrible, no one complains.
Lynn is a demon hunter and doesn't know how to be picky.
Only Triss, the royal adviser, frowned, but still said nothing. She ate some dry food in silence, and then went back to the tent that had been set up for her.
Since they had to keep vigil at night, everyone except those on the first shift took the time to get into their tents to rest.
The first group of soldiers who kept vigil were none other than the three soldiers assigned to him by Lynn and Ser Royce.
Ser Royce is a noble, but the subordinates he brought were from common people.
Therefore, the three soldiers were polite and respectful, and saluted Lynn: "Master Demon Hunter, you will have to work hard next."
Lynn nodded.
The four of them were separated and guarded in different directions of the camp.
And there were several torches placed all around.
Only there was no torch in front of the witcher.
Torches can provide lighting for ordinary people, but the light brought by the torch will affect the performance of the demon hunter.
Due to the mutation, witchers cannot see anything in a dark environment like ordinary people.
Add a bottle of Superior Cat Potion and drink it.
The dim world in front of me suddenly became clear and bright.
Lynn Looking at the depths of the forest in the distance, the shadows of the trees are like ghosts.
But the witcher knows that no matter how strange or scary the shadow is, it is the shadow of the tree.
A witcher would not mistake the shadow of a tree for something indescribable and then scare himself.
Compared to this, for some reason, Lynn had a strange feeling at this time.
It was as if he had forgotten something particularly important.
But what is it...
No matter how hard Lynn tried to recall, it was like trying in vain to catch the smoke with both hands, and could not remember it.
The day soon faded away, and darkness enveloped the land.
In this forest where you can't even see your fingers, it seems like there is only this small camp left in the whole world.
The leaves rustled in the night wind, and the crackling sound of burning torches became the only sounds in the world.
In this way, time passed by unconsciously.
I don't know how much time passed, but finally, a burst of footsteps sounded behind me.
"Master Demon Hunter, thank you for your hard work. Is everything okay?"
A soldier came to Lynn's side and tried to open his eyes wide.
He is just an ordinary person, so naturally he can't see anything.
"Everything is fine."
"That's good. Leave the rest to me. You can go and rest, Master."
The demon hunter nodded, handed over the vigil work to the soldiers who came to replace him, then found his tent and got into it.
He took off his boots and lay comfortably in his sleeping bag.
Maybe it's because too many things happened today, I've been on the road for another day, and I'm too exhausted...
Just close your eyes and Lynn will fall into dreamland.
And instead of sleeping until I woke up naturally in the morning, I was woken up by Triss.
"How long will you sleep, young witcher?"
Hearing Triss's voice from outside, Lynn opened his eyes, got out of his sleeping bag with a confused look, and came to the outside of the tent.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky outside.
By this time it was already three poles high in the sun.