Three people were raising glasses at the table in the tavern, and the two Zerecan people, Tia and Via, leaned against each other, whispering something.

Just the eyes occasionally flashed across Roger and Geralt's faces.

"They like you!"

Bolchi smiled unceremoniously. The two girls had slender figures and their appearance was not as delicate as beauty, but they had a lot of wild taste.

In addition, they are enthusiastic and bold, and their hot eyes do not hide their intentions.

"A group of poor guys were harassed by petrified lizards. The city officials raised funds to issue tasks. I think they were pitiful and took the initiative to help." Bolch stretched out five fingers.

"I paid fifty, but that greedy guy swallowed the hard-earned money you've been trying to earn, so I cut off two of his fingers as punishment."

"I'm very curious about Geralt. You should be able to tell that guy was lying. What's more important is that the price has been negotiated should not go back on the way."

"This is part of the contract and it is worthy of your hard work."

Geralt sipped the wine in his glass, "I have encountered too many similar things... Once after I finished the entrusted task, the other party swallowed half of the price."

"I was injured in that battle. The money he gave was not enough to supplement the potion, so I beat him up and then got my money back."

I drank some wine in the tavern and made some simple bandages for myself, but before I could leave, I was surrounded by excited villagers outside the tavern.

"The bastard said I beat him up and blackmailed him twice the money. He encouraged the villagers' emotions, but he hid behind him with his shoulders."

"Haha, I will never forget those twisted faces and the pitchforks with cold light."

"What happened later?" Bolchi asked.

"You drove away the mob and taught that guy a hard lesson?"

"No." Geralt smiled bitterly.

"I ran away along the chimney while they didn't come in. Although I could easily defeat everyone, there were too many of them, and I couldn't guarantee that the accident would not happen."

"And doing so will make our already difficult situation worse."

Geralt's face was not covered with sadness or resentment when he said these words. He seemed to have become accustomed to such a life.

"Similar things happen from time to time. My companions were even attacked by the client after completing the task, just because they wanted to save the desperate money they handed over to us!"

"No witch hunter died in bed, but it was even more sadly the peasant's pitchfork."

Geralt sighed, and when he heard this, Roger silently drank all the water mixed with wine. Poor White Wolf, you may not know your future destiny.

"If it were me, I would kill them all!" Via and the other two said viciously. Geralt just smiled and did not answer.

"Okay OK, don't talk about these troubles again. I'm glad to meet two friends, Geralt of Livia. Your name is well known to everyone." Bolch said, raising his glass to look at Roger.

"As for the other one, I'm sorry, this master, I haven't heard your name."

"This is normal. Only a few people know my name." Roger showed a mysterious smile.

"Tell me the name? Let me tell you?" Bolchi asked with interest.

"Someone calls me a dragon rider, um...or a dragon knight."

"Have you killed a dragon?" Bolchi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he became nervous.

"No, hear it clearly, is it a cavalry or a killer!"

Roger smiled.

"You tamed it?" Bolchi's expression was weird.

"Well, the specifics are very complicated and difficult to explain, but it's not it, it's her."

"A beautiful golden dragon." Roger added.

"That's impossible! The golden dragon is just a legend and does not exist." Geralt retorted, but soon he thought of Roger's identity and his expression became hesitant.

But he didn't notice that when Roger said this, Bolch's expression was stranger than him.

"You actually called a dragon her."

"Of course, she has her own name."

"What is it?" Bolchi tightened the edge of the table.

"That name is very long, I usually call her Ophelia."

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the wine glass in Bolchi's hand suddenly shattered. He was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed, "It's so damn, I can tolerate the mixing of water in the wine, but is this cup also fake?"

Bolchi's joke quickly diverted everyone's attention, and then he and Geralt discussed the types and distribution of dragons.

Especially focused on Geralt's adventure career.

"Come some fun!" Bolchi shouted loudly, "Come a carnival, witch hunter!"

"Hey, boss, come here!" The boss walked over quickly and wiped his hands with his apron.

"Do you have a big pot or something like that that can take a few people?"

"In addition, I also want to know where to find a young and beautiful girl." While speaking, his eyes fell on the two female warriors.

"After all, there are only two of them, and we are three of them. Although this is interesting, I don't want to be broken by the witch hunter after a woman's argument."

“So we should at least average.”

The tavern owner rubbed his hands hard and swept his greedy eyes over Via and the others.

"Enough, enough." I don't know what kind of thoughts flashed through his mind when he was talking.

Maybe doing addition and subtraction of two and three?

"That's at least enough six people... to use it together." He pretended to be embarrassed, but soon saw Bolchi's bulging wallet.

"This is for you." The boss licked his lips and agreed.

"Great, please send it to my room, remember to fill it with hot water, by the way, there is wine!"

The two Zerikan girls laughed and blinked at Roger and the others.

"Which one do you prefer?" asked Bolchi.

Faced with this question, Roger suddenly remembered that classic answer.

Only children make choices, adults, cough cough...

Then he smiled and said, "Let me leave this problem of choice to you, I won't participate."

After saying that, he stood up straight.

Bolch narrowed his eyes slightly, "What about you, Geralt."

Geralt scratched his head, his eyes swept away, as if thinking about this question.

"I know it's hard." Bolchi smiled tacitly.

“It just so happens that we have enough time to make decisions in the tub.”

"Come on, girls!"

"As for you, Mr. Roger, you can join us at any time."
Chapter completed!