At two o'clock in the afternoon, the palace guard Lilar was dozing off.

He leaned against his long halberd and against the wall, trying to fall asleep without hesitation - of course it was impossible to really fall asleep, but there was no problem with closing his eyes and resting. If he really fell asleep one day, he would probably be not far from death. King Hensette was famously moody and extremely strict with his servants.

However, he still needs to be beaten. His colleagues do this. It is April, and it happens that it will not be particularly hot when wearing full-body armor. You must be lazy at this time. When it comes to summer, they will have to stand guard with sweat.

Lilar knew in his heart that in fact, everyone knew in his heart that standing guard in summer was a very stupid thing, and there was no use except to make the guards tired and hot, but—

But......

But the king likes it.

Their king likes this.

The king did not like inhuman races, so the elves, dwarves and halflings in Codwin suffered extraordinary bad luck.

Lilar still remembers the way a dwarf ran naked on the street. If it were normal, he would laugh. Because that guy must have stole someone else's wife and was discovered by the victim, otherwise how could he run wildly on the street without clothes?

However, it was not normal at that time. The guy didn't run away because he had to run away because he had to run. Behind him was a team of Codwin soldiers chasing him.

The dwarf's belly was cut open, his intestines were swaying outside, shaking with the rhythm of running. He ran a hundred meters, maybe one hundred and fifty meters, and then fell to the ground and died. When he died, he called out "Mother".

He is the material for Lilar's nightmares.

Lilar knew him. He used to wander around the tavern run by the dwarf, spending almost every child on the waitress in the tavern. He especially liked the elf with big breasts, but she died when the incident happened.

When the dwarf died, Lilar was less than thirty meters away from him. He was sure that the dwarf recognized him, and even though he was wearing a full set of armor, he still pulled down the mask. But he knew.

‘He recognized me’, the idea kept spreading in his heart. It was like ants carrying corpses, more and more. They would not give up, but would only go in and out on the corpses... until the flesh and blood on the corpses were completely empty.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes.

The April sunshine in Codwin didn't make him feel warm at all, so the guard simply gave up the idea of ​​dozing off. He was the gate guard, with only two guards here, and it might be a bit surprising to say it. But the palace also has an inner door, an inner door, and a long list of corridors.

There were guards there.

He is just a doorman.

Lilar stared at the road ahead in a daze, five minutes, ten minutes - he suddenly rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had read it wrong, he rubbed his eyes again, this time, he was sure that he had read it wrong.

The guard trembled and took out the horn at his waist and wanted to blow it, but he failed. The horn of the ox bone turned into a gathering of powder and dust as soon as he held it in his hands. He looked at his hands in shock, then turned his head to look at his companion.

"Malibu!" he shouted shrillly. "Wake up, Malibu! Blow your horn!"

As a result, his companion did not move at all and was still sleeping against the wall. This made Lilar's heart inexplicably ignite a nameless fire. He kicked the guy's thigh, and Malibu fell to the ground, making a loud noise, but still didn't move, as if he was dead.

He leaned over and lay on Malibu's body to lift his armor, and saw a skeleton face. The guard sat on the ground with his butt, and kept retreating with his limbs and ground until he pressed against the wall.

"Gods who are killed in heaven!" He cursed the born gods with the loudest curse he had ever made. "You must have fucked me with a ecstasy soup!"

Why did he say that?

Because the dwarf appeared again.

Not in a dream, not in a trance hallucination, but in a miserable reality. He walked slowly from the road to the palace, his intestines were exposed, and blood and feces were pouring out. His eyes were pitch black, his teeth were also pitch black, and his beard was covered with maggots, so he walked over.

He came to the guards, the dwarf was only as high as his chest, the dwarf looked at him, looking at him with the eyes of the dead, and a hollow echo in his throat.

Lilar held his halberd and slowly fell to the ground.

"Goddess Meritelli." His voice was extremely pious. "I pray to you, I atone for my sins, I watched a friend die, but I could do nothing, and his wronged soul came to me, please do not let him kill me, please."

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"I didn't expect you to use this method to get in."

"Or what method should I use?"

He Shenyan snorted unhappy and expressed his contempt for the witch hunter: "Get in? Kill everyone you see along the way? I don't think this is necessary, Geralt. You have to change your impression of me. I am not a bloodthirsty lunatic, at least when dealing with humans."

The witch hunter said in a tantrum: "If you don't say the last sentence, I will agree with you very much. Is that guard okay? I saw him kneeling on the ground and trembling like an epilepsy patient."

"He is fine, he is just being condemned by his conscience." He Shenyan smiled. His smile was not very friendly, but he could only say that he was calm.

"And, there are many people who are conscientiously condemned today."

They walked into the brilliant palace of King Hensette, and they entered through the gate, through the inner gate, the inner gate, and a thousand long corridors. The guards and servants screamed behind them, knelt down and begged for mercy, and cried bitterly at the evil spirits who had imagined to come for revenge. Some shouted the name of their mothers, some shouted the name of their fathers, some laughed heart-wrenchingly, while others snatched the ground with their heads and kept crying.

They walked until they came to the king's bedroom.

"This is the craziest thing I have ever done in my life." Geralt put his hand on the gate of the king's bedroom and stroked the golden door with complex patterns. "I actually want to face a king and question him."

"This is not crazy, Geralt," said the mage. "We are doing the right thing, and the right thing is often the hardest. Fortunately, I have a way to make it simple."

"Yes, you always have a way."

Geralt nodded, pushed open the door, and behind them, the screams subsided as the door closed.

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Chapter completed!