Great Single Player of the Heavens

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to this hook-nosed man who had lived for hundreds of years and had seen a lot.

"Oh?! Where is he? Is he far away?" The poet's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

"Certainly closer than the capital of Nilfgaard, in fact, much closer. Just on Anglin, on the other side of the Yaruga River, in the Druidic Stone Circle in the middle of the forest of Cade Du."

"Anglin, that's the area just occupied by the Nilfgaardians. It's also the place where Lyria and Livia guerrillas hang out. It's considered the front line of the war. If we go there, we have to be prepared to encounter Preparation of a large number of troops..."

Lu Qi, who had collected a large amount of war intelligence along the way, couldn't help but remind his companions.

Hearing this, Milva waved his hand and said enthusiastically:

"Whether it's a bullshit front line in the war or not, at least we have a clear location. Let's get going!"

As soon as these words came out, the demon hunter was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Aren't you planning to ask for my opinion?"

"You?" The poet immediately put on an expression of disgust, "You have no idea what you are doing. Even the soup you just drank was our credit. If it weren't for us, you would still be hungry now. This pot of soup is the result of teamwork and joining together for a goal, you understand? My friend."

"How could he understand? He would only say that he is a lone wolf, but he is neither a hunter nor familiar with the rules of the forest. A wolf never hunts alone." Milva did not forget to add another blow.

"Oh, he understands." The vampire pursed his lips and smiled as usual.

"He just looks a little stupid, but I always hope that he can make up his mind and use his brain. Maybe then he can really draw some useful conclusions."

Geralt, who was being complained about a lot, immediately cursed:

"You idiots, your goals have nothing to do with you, yet you want to engage in teamwork, go to hell! And myself!"

Seeing that no one spoke, the demon hunter shook his head mockingly and said to himself:

"I really have a group of good partners, comrades who live and die together... How can I be worthy of you, a poor poet with a lute in his hand, a savage and rude half-human and half-dryant, a A vampire who is about to live for five centuries, and a magic apprentice who tames a gryphon—he even pestered me to learn swordsmanship from me..."

"Hey,

Make it clear, you owe me that. Lu Qi did not forget to correct him.

"The leader of this team is a demon hunter who is condemned by his conscience and unable to make decisions." Regis said calmly: "I think it is best for us to remain anonymous to avoid arousing suspicion."

"Or make people laugh," the poet added.

Hearing that Regis and Dandelion were cooperating so well, Lu Qi smiled easily and made his final conclusion:

"But isn't that fun?"

In this way, a girl-hunting team with the goal of finding Ciri and a gathering of weirdos was established.

However, they are not the only ones targeting Ciri...

. . . . . .

Aedirn, Vengerberg.

In a certain tavern.

The Imperial Coroner of the Nilfgaardian Emperor, Stephen Skellen, nicknamed "Gray Owl" stretched his body and said casually:

"Mr. Bonnet, does it really matter whether she is that special or not? I would rather she disappear completely. I'm going to pay you a hundred florins for that wish."

The florin is the common currency of the Nilfgaardian Empire and its subordinate provinces. One hundred florins is approximately equal to one thousand orens.

From the perspective of monetary value, we can know how much the national power of Nilfgaard and Temeria differs...

"If you are curious, you can confirm it yourself. It's up to you whether you kill her before or after. No matter what the result is, I solemnly assure you that the reward I will give you will not change."

"What if I give her to you alive?"

"Same unchanged."

Hearing this, the tall and thin man named "Bonnat" touched his gray beard, thoughtfully.

Facing this target person whom the Nilfgaardians were willing to offer an unprecedented bounty, he couldn't help but feel a little curious - who was this girl that the Nilfgaard Emperor valued so much?

"Do you want me to bring her head to you?"

"No need." The gray owl frowned and said calmly: "What do I want her head to do? Soak it in a honey jar?"

"As evidence."

"I trust you. As we all know, you have a very reliable reputation, Bonnet. That's why I came to you to do this."

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Seeing the smile on the tall and thin man's face, Stephen suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, even though there were twenty fully armed soldiers waiting outside the tavern...

"Although I deserve it, there are very few people who appreciate me. If I don't take the heads of all the members of the Mouse Gang, the Varnhagen family and a certain Baron will not pay. Since you don't need to Falga’s head, I guess you don’t mind if I use it to make a set, right?”

These words made the gray owl from the south frown:

"So that you can get another bounty? Where is your work ethic!"

"Honorable Sir, the means for me to make a living is not killing, but the services provided through killing. I am only providing services to you and the Varnhagen family at the same time."

Glancing at the bounty hunter's left hand that had been resting on his sword and the scars on his left hand, Stephen nodded and agreed:

"Well said, then do what you think is right. When will you come to receive the reward?"

"soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I got news that the Rat Gang is heading towards the Bandit Road, intending to spend the winter in the mountains. I will intercept them on the road. Within twenty days, not longer."

"Are you sure they're going to go there?"

"Someone saw them near Fen Espra." This well-known bounty hunter seemed to be very familiar with the movements of the Mouse Gang, and he knew it like the back of his hand:

"There they robbed a convoy and two merchants. They had been around Teife, then stayed one night in Durug and attended the village meeting. Finally, they showed up in Lorido, Falga in There was a guy chopped into pieces with such cruelty that one can't help but shudder when thinking of the scene at that time."

After a pause, the bounty hunter sharpened his eyes and added to himself:

"That's why I want to know who this Falja is..."

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