Today was a happy day for Shadalak, although it took a whole day to go on the road.

Shadalak is the lord of the Hobbits. His family first led a group of Hobbits to settle in the land of spirit deer. Therefore, his ancestors changed their surnames from "Old Deer" to "Like Deer". They have always been very traditional hobbits and like a peaceful and peaceful life, but they always need some unexpected surprises in life to have a taste.

But Shadalak, like other hobbits, is very repulsive of expeditions and adventures. His favorite thing is to listen to the travelers passing by Shire telling him his stories, or stories they heard from other places.

Especially the wizards passing by from the Shire region, they have endless knowledge, so they also have the most stories. Gandalf, a wizard who is kind to others, is very willing to share the stories with the Hobbits, so they and Gandalf have always been very good friends.

But the travelers passing by are always ups and downs like life, so whenever they can't stand it bored, Shadalak will pull a truck of good 'Brown Leaf' tobacco to go to Brie.

This is the center of the Western continent, with people from all over the world, and the most stories are, and tobacco is the key to prying open these people's mouths. Of course, as one of the few channels for Brie to obtain top tobacco, everyone also welcomes this timid Hobbit Lord and cherishes this friendship very much.

Today, Shadalak met two human friends on the road. Their behavior and language were very different from other humans known to Shadalak, especially the "London Lord", who looked like he had never seen before (Asians, I don't know if there is any in the Arda world)

"Hmm? Ronan, don't you want to go in?"

Ronan showed a reluctant smile on his face: "Uh, I need more confidence..."

Shadalak glanced at the inside of the hotel and understood it in seconds. He patted Ronan on the shoulder and said, "Accept reality, my friend, this is the best hotel in the whole of Brie. If you still don't want to enter, I think you can only stay in Lord Brie's room tonight."

There was a burst of laughter from the hotel. The passengers and the drinkers had long noticed the two of them. Their clean clothes, luxurious clothes and serious cleanliness were fully demonstrated. They even had a few people who were betting on them to bet on a few minutes to get in.

"The Lord of Brie will not give his room to you, little white-faced."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Come in quickly, this is already the best building in the entire Brie except the Lord's Longhouse."

"Oh, you can't be so cunning. We're still betting, what are you doing when you interfere with it? This game doesn't count, this game doesn't count!"

"How can you cheat? They are coming in soon."

"If the Lord of the Liquor Deer had not come, they would come in? Will everyone drink less when the Lord of the Liquor Deer came?"

"Hahahahahaha, right, my friend, I'm very happy to meet you today. I'll invite you to a glass of wine for each of you!"

"Long live the strong deer!"

The arrival of Shadalak ignited the atmosphere of the entire hotel. With his kind invitation, the two of them reluctantly entered the lobby. They couldn't stand it at that moment, but I have to say that thanks to humans for their precious odor adaptability, they could no longer smell this strange smell in about thirty seconds.

"Welcome, I haven't seen you for a long time." The fat boss of the hotel was the most enthusiastic and walked out from behind the counter. This was Mr. Butterju, the owner of Yuema Hotel.

"Well, I'm here again. Are there any special characters coming here today?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid there isn't. The stories of those characters are usually their secrets. If Gandalf comes, he might be willing to tell you something, but it would be too difficult to tell them in person."

"Yes, then they haven't come during this period?"

"I've been here and left soon."

The drinkers finally couldn't wait any longer and slapped the table and called out, "Boss, we're here soon!"

The boss smiled and replied, then called out to his two friends, then took a few beers to Shadalak and Ronan. Of course, Harry did not leave, but his wine was intercepted by Ronan.

"Children cannot drink alcohol."

Harry looked sad, but it was useless.

The boss was startled: "Oh, this is a kid. I thought he was a hobbit. Sorry, I think this might be more suitable for you, honey water, and some juice."

Shadalak pointed at Ronan and introduced: "This person I met on the road. His name is Ronan and Ronan. He is the owner of the hotel, the greedy butter chrysanthemum."

The boss lamented repeatedly: "You are making things difficult for me to say this. I can't reach greed. At most, I just want to make more money. By the way, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

Shadalak threw away a few silver coins, "a hobbit room."

The boss laughed and collected the money and looked at Luo Nan.

Ronan: “…”

He completely forgot about this, what should he do? He didn't bring any money!

"Uh, you didn't bring money?" The boss looked at Ronan with an incredible look on his face. He was afraid he was not a fool. How could he not bring money when he went out? He dressed so well and dressed so cleanly, but he ended up being a nobleman who didn't know anything?

It’s not that Ronan has no precious metals, but he really has no silver, so he can only use gold. To be honest, these golds were saved up when he was in Cairo.

Egypt has been a gold-producing country since ancient times. There are many abandoned gold mines near Cairo, which are all low-grade ores mined in ancient times. They are of no value to modern people, but it is quite easy to refine for Ronan, who possesses alchemy, but the abundance is too low and it takes a lot of effort.

The gold was extracted to distribute it to the teabu Araghan who had helped him. Later, he became addicted to mining and saved a little more. Unexpectedly, it came in handy here today.

Ronan secretly took out the gold nuggets from another world, then used alchemy to refine them into the shape of gold coins, printed his avatar on the front, and printed the hexagram logo of alchemy on the back, and threw it to the store owner.

"Pure gold?" The shop owner was shocked. How could anyone use pure gold coins? The pure gold is too soft and cannot withstand wear, so the usual gold coins are alloys mainly gold, and the black heart is that other metals are mixed with gold.

And this pattern is no matter how you look at it, is it the kind of guy in front of him? Can this old man actually use his avatar to make coins? Or is it such an exquisite gold coin... Could it be that he is a king?

Shadalak glanced at the gold coin, frowned and picked it back from the shop owner, then threw a few more silver coins over, and then threw the gold coin back to Ronan.

"It's good to carry this thing with you, but it's not great to take it out."

Ronan nodded and put away, but fortunately the tavern was noisy and dim and no one paid attention.

Several people found a table to drink, and as they drank, a businessman came over and toasted respectfully, and then said to Shadalak: "Mr. Lie Lie Deer, today I brought my story. Don't know you?"

Shadalak nodded, and then the merchant began to tell his bizarre experience. It was normal at first, but then it became strange. The merchant encountered various demons and ghosts on the road like a decayed god. He was either out of wits or a kind-hearted ranger or wizard. In short, he was shocked in the end.

Shadalak heard it expressionlessly, shook his head helplessly, then took out ten copper coins in the merchant's expectant eyes and handed them to him, commenting: "It's nothing wrong to do artistic processing of the story, but please perfect it a little before taking it out."

After hearing Shadalak's comments, everyone around him laughed. The merchant himself didn't think anything. After receiving the money, he returned to the pile of people without any feeling.

Then there was a down-and-out vagabond, then a mercenary with a rust sword, and a woodcutter with an axe. In short, they told their stories to Shadalak, and then took the reward from Shadalak, and in the end, only the woodcutter received a silver coin reward.

"Oh!" Shadalak sighed, drank the beer in one go, and sighed: "These people, I don't know if they make up stories well."

Ronan touched the gold coin in his pocket and suggested, "If you don't mind, I can tell you some stories."

"Oh? About you?" Shadalak became interested.

Ronan shook his head: "Of course it's not about me. No one is willing to take out his private affairs for everyone to entertain."

"What kind of story is that?"

"About the witch hunter."

"What is a witch hunter? Are wizard hunters?"

"No, in fact, they were originally a kind of human warriors who were subordinate to wizards. After undergoing inhumane potion transformation, they had power and lifespan far beyond ordinary people. Later, they became hunters who accepted the people's entrustment and then eliminated monsters and evil spirits, so they called themselves witch hunters."

"Hey? Is there such a person?" Shadalak, who had not seen much but had a lot of knowledge, was immediately confused. He had never heard Gandalf say that they had such subordinates.

"I'm pretty sure there are, do you still want to listen to the story?"

"Of course!"

"Then we start, and the story starts with the most legendary of all the witch hunters, Geralt, the witch hunter who is called the White Wolf.

And the story I want to tell today is an insignificant link in his countless adventures. The name of this story is 'Stone Heart'."

Any story with style must have a style name. At least the name "Stone Heart" hit Shadalak's heart at once and also hit the hearts of countless listeners.

"The matter starts with a mysterious commission received by Geralt in the White Wolf. At that time, he received a commission from Oujild, the leader of the wild boar army in the north, to go to the sewer of the royal city to hunt a monster that lured and killed an innocent girl. The monster is said to be a cursed prince in a certain country, turned into a toad, and was poisonous."

"Our white wolf ignored these rumors. After a lot of battles, he killed the monster at the cost of poisoning after experiencing a hard battle. But what is surprising is that the monster actually turned into a young man before he died."

Shadalak asked, "So the rumors are true, that monster is indeed a prince?"

"Yes, not only that, but at this moment, the army of soldiers, who were also fully armed, were sent by the king of that country to search for their sons. They were so angry that they saw the prince who was broken and the seriously injured demon hunter, so they could only restrain the prince and take Geralt away with the ship."

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

"I heard that all this has a reason, and Bailang didn't know this reason, but he always felt that all this was inseparable from the Ogilde who entrusted him with his affairs. But what could this happen? He is now in prison and will be taken back to that country and executed soon. All the truth seems to have no meaning."

"But at this moment, he met an old acquaintance he had known before, who called himself the mirror master..."
Chapter completed!