The next afternoon, the light was gray and the mist from the Pontal River enveloped the sky under Baron La Valerdi. The air was humid and emitted the salty smell of fish and water plants.

Members of the Sea Scorpion, the Elf Lady Loves Forest and Cantilla of Zerecan leave the Baron Castle under the escort of an officer.

The two of them had wet hair. It was obvious that they had just washed up not long ago. The sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time was wiped out. The heavy shackles under their feet were taken off, and the dirty and greasy prison uniforms were replaced with clean and tidy clothes.

The whole person is completely renewed.

"Two little bitches, you are lucky. The young master woke up in time. The master didn't plan to argue with you anymore." Officer Dylan pushed the two of them behind, slandering, "Now bring your things and get out of here. Leave the baron's collar within three days, go wherever you go, but remember not to come back! Otherwise, you will not be greeted by dungeons, but two coffins!"

"Do you eat stings for lunch? Your mouth is even more stinky than shit!" The black-haired witch hunter walked out from behind the tower not far away. A fierce light flashed in his dark golden eyes, and pinched his fingers with crisp sounds. "Now take your disgusting claws away from the two ladies. They are no longer prisoners who can torture and humiliate you. If you dare to touch it again, I promise you will become a pile of rotten meat!"

When the officer heard this, his face turned red in an instant, as if he had been held in his throat by a mouthful of food. He grinned, but when he thought of the terrible experience of hitting a ghost last time, his face changed drastically, and he swallowed this breath without even saying a word.

On the opposite side, Ms. Zerekan, who was unruly, suddenly stuck out her tongue at him and made a vicious gesture of smearing her throat.

...

"How does it feel to love Frene, Cantilla, to be free again?"

Roy watched the officer return to the castle, smiled happily, and walked side by side with the two ladies.

"I knew you wouldn't give up on us, that's great!" Cantilla hooked the witch hunter's shoulders enthusiastically and pressed them on them, "You caught the real murderer and washed away our grievances, right? The Baroness also gave a large amount of compensation."

Roy nodded, and knew that the so-called real murderer was just the devil Hem he made up for. The matter about Master Mirror was too bizarre and not enough to win the trust of the old baron.

I guess Sea Scorpion won't believe this story either.

"By the way, where has Floz been?" Roy Huanm looked around and confirmed that there were only two ladies present, and Floz, the last member of the Sea Scorpion, disappeared.

"Floz..." Cantilla suddenly lowered her head, and the smile on her face disappeared.

A trace of sadness flashed through Ai Fulin's eyes and kept silent.

At this time, the witch hunter noticed the three linen bags placed behind the woman and his nose moved.

A body bag smelled of charred.

Another exudes a strong floral scent.

Finally, with the smell of fresh corpses with mild decay.

"What's in it?"

"Froz's body..." Cantilla sighed heavily, "Last night, the servants in the castle informed the real murderer that Froz bit his tongue and committed suicide..."

"Is it a suicide?" Roy looked bad, "Isn't the people in the castle that hurt him?"

Aifulin shook his head and recalled, "Actually, he didn't want to live anymore, but he was unwilling to die unjustly. Now that the truth is revealed, he will go with Corinthians."

The demon hunter was shocked. He tried his best to challenge the person he rescued by Master Mirror, but he actually broke himself?!

"So, are the bodies of Corinthians and Amos in these two sacks?"

The Fire Spitter Corinthy was also a member of the Scorpion, but was stolen by the Baron a long time ago. The Witchhunter once saw his charred body in the square.

And Amos was once buried in the flowerbed by the dog man and woman.

"Yes, we have to leave the body and get together after we leave the city. It can be regarded as doing our last meager power for the three old friends."

The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment.

Roy looked at the deadly linen bag on the ground, and could vaguely see the outline of the deformed corpse.

He felt a little sympathy and a faint anger for the encounter with Floz.

Seeing his lover die unjustly, this guy didn't think about seeking revenge on Baron Baron who gave the cruel order?

It is undoubtedly a coward to break yourself up than to survive. It is a sign of a coward who accumulates strength to avenge his lover!

Then the witch hunter shook his head mockingly again, what qualifications does he have to laugh at this poor man?

Floz, a clown with a low status, can he rely on to retaliate against a nobleman like the baron with great power?

As the most common one among the countless civilians in Temolia, although they were regarded as a mustard by the kingdom nobles, only a very small number of people dared to rise up and sacrifice their lives to resist.

And the rebels almost all became bandits between the mountains and the fields.

...

"Go to this..." The elf lady led the way, while the witch hunter carried a sack and followed her with Cantilla.

"This is not the direction of the tavern. Where are we now?" the witch hunter asked curiously.

Love Florence did not turn around and she flirted with her short black hair that was blown by the wind in her ears, and asked irresponsible, "Roy, although Floz passed away, we all remember your kindness to wash away the wronged scorpion... I will definitely repay you in the future."

"I'll emphasize again that there is no need for any reward between friends! Wait, why is the future?"

The witch hunter's lips moved, and the girl Zerikan next to him suddenly came over and took his arm.

"Aifulin is right. The people of the dragon will repay you with kindness. You saved me from the dark dungeon. I owe you a life... Roy, I am willing to be your right-hand man and wave a sharp scimitar for you. Of course, I can do a lot more to satisfy you!"

As he said that, the girl Zerikan suddenly licked her red lips as teasingly, stretched out her hands in front of the witch hunter and turned around, showing the toned body of the female leopard under her bronze skin, with a high nose and deep eyes, plump lips, mysterious tattoos on both sides of her cheekbones, and a wild, exotic beauty all over her body.

"Although your figure is not as strong as the dragon's people, your face is very handsome."

She said seriously to the witch hunter.

"Roy..." Aifolin explained, "Cantilla's hometown is in the east of the far blue mountains. The people are brave and good at fighting, skillfully mastering combat skills, loyal and reliable. It is no exaggeration to say that every Zerekan is an excellent mercenary. Many big merchants and government officials hope to hire a Zerekan bodyguard."

"Then?"

"Don't worry, the most important thing is that Zerekan's people are simple. Because you saved Cantilla's life, she is willing to become your mercenary for free to repay her life."

"I missed a little bit. The dragon's daughter is no match for it except on the battlefield." Cantilla confidently raised the sturdy chest in front of her chest and promoted herself.

"Uh, this is sure that he is a bodyguard and a little wife who warms the bed?"

Are Zerekan's women so bold?

Roy complained in his heart, avoiding Cantilla's extremely aggressive look. He thought of the Three Jackdaw Bolchi who had had an intersection with Geralt. The legendary Jinlong in human form was also accompanied by a pair of Zerecan sisters.

The two sisters are not only very skilled, but also quite skilled in some skills. They even had a refreshing four-person bathing game with their master San Han Hang and the experienced White Wolf.

"Sorry, Cantilla, the witch hunter doesn't need a bodyguard follower..." Roy took a deep breath. He really couldn't imagine hiding behind a woman when he was fighting against the water ghost and corrosive demon in the wild. What kind of man is he still?

He shook his head.

"The witch hunter dislikes Cantilla? I think I will become a burden and drag you back?" In order to prove herself, the woman of Zerekan unbuttoned the buttons of her clothes and exposed a delicate skin. Only then did Roy realize that a centipede-like hideous mouth crawled under her delicate collarbone. Then, down, a round edge was patterned with a green scorpion, lifelike, looking both sexy and dangerous.

"This wound was left by me hunting poisonous scorpions in Zerekan... The scorpion is bigger than a buffalo, and its strength is better than an adult man, but I killed it alone, and this tattoo represents merit. In addition, in recent years, I have also killed thugs with ill-hearted hearts and cunning beasts... As long as I give me a scimitar and a pair of crossbows, I will definitely be a qualified warrior!"

"Cantilla, I never question your ability. You are an excellent warrior. There is no doubt...well...button your clothes first!" Roy turned his head and said solemnly, "In my opinion, two friends can sit by the campfire and drink and chat together, while the mercenary and employer are superiors and subordinates... that is inequality and not suitable..."

"I don't mind what kind of relationship it is." Cantilla suddenly wrapped her strong muscle arms around Roy's arm. "As far as I know, the witch hunters often fight dangerous creatures, and that's exactly what I want - hunt more monsters, get more merit, tattoo beautiful tattoos, and something more meaningful than that?"

Zerikan's girl said, her gray pupils seemed to be glowing.

"But you have a better way out, what do you think of me?" The witch hunter calmly pulled his arm out of the girl Zerikan's arms. He didn't want a woman to compete with him for experience.

"Didn't the Baroness compensate you a little money? Why don't you use this money to reorganize the Sea Scorpion Acrobatics Group?"

"It's too late..." Aifulin pursed her red lips, with a hint of reluctance on her pretty face, "The members of the group died and they were separated, and only the two of us were left, and we couldn't even make up a complete performance. I also discussed with Cantilla, and after the Floz and his wife were buried, they would go their separate ways."

"Cantilla has no other reliable acquaintance in the Northern Kingdom, and it would be great if you were willing to accept her."

"This matter must be discussed with Resso and the others!" Roy pondered, "But I love Folin, why did you suddenly separate after several years of friendship?"

"My companions won't mind two more people in the team, and it's no problem to take you to Novigray in one trip. Freedom City is extremely developed in business, and there will never be a lack of work there. And in the next few years... I think there will be no big problems, and life and entertainment are much richer and more exciting than Barons."

"Sorry, Roy, I have other plans," Aifulin sighed at the sky, his eyes firming, "I'm going to go home!"

"go home?"

"Aifulin comes from the edge of the world among the northern population," Cantilla explained to her sister, "she should have mentioned it to you."

When the witch hunter heard this familiar and unfamiliar place name, he rubbed his temples and his memory rolled in his mind.

The Hundred Flowers Valley, Dore Bretanna, is located under the Blue Mountains, east of the village of Caye in Posada, in Roy's hometown.

The Hundred Flower Valley belonged to the elves centuries ago. After humans entered the occupation, they turned it into the eastern border of the Kingdom of Aden and drove the indigenous elves, Ein Heidi, into the Blue Mountains.

However, to this day, the elves still often go down the mountain to make trouble in human fields, learn their planting techniques and find ways to regain the land.

Therefore, the two forces of humans and elves have been fighting in Baihua Valley for many years, and as the Northern War approaches, the battle becomes more and more intense.

When it comes to the Valley of Flowers, we have to mention another person, the Elf Warlock, Francisca Fandabe, the future Elf Queen.

It is also one of the main brains of the elves of the Baihua Valley now.

...

"Why do you suddenly want to go back?" Roy asked, "because Floz and Corinthie?"

The elf lady was silent, suddenly stopped and her eyes turned directly forward.

The demon hunters then discovered that they had walked into a narrow alley.

He followed Aifulin's gaze, and when he swept through the innermost wall of the alley, the dark golden pupils suddenly shrank into a prism.

Suddenly there were four uninvited guests on the wall.

They squatted steadily on the wall that was high, leading by a...elf, with a faint dark blue in her black hair, her facial features and angular, her eyes large and bright, and a pair of pointed ears, a tight green cotton armor, and a slender sword hanging around her waist.

Roy held down the trembling pendant and tightened his body quietly.

Observations told him that all four of them were elves from the mountains, belonging to the most typical ancient race and pure bloodline.
Chapter completed!