Chapter 17 The unruly people of Kaedwen
left Kaer Morhen Castle. Wayne followed Geralt and spent three full days before crossing the cold and rugged Blue Mountains and entering the Kingdom of Kaedwen. .
This was Wayne's first time camping in the wild like an ordinary demon hunter. The cold weather and the terrible and dirty environment made him, a young man who had always lived in a civilized society, suffer a lot.
Thanks to the secret haven that Geralt and his friends had established in the mountains over the years, and the fact that the number of monsters in the primeval forest in winter was much reduced, they were able to safely walk through the Blue Mountains along the routes they had already explored.
But when he and Geralt were preparing to go on a demon-hunting mission in the villages of the Kingdom of Kaedwen along the way, they were hit hard by the cruel reality.
"Get out of our village, you disgusting mutants."
"A bunch of bastards born of sorceresses and monsters dare to defile our land, get out." "
Hide the children, demon hunters. The human bastards are coming, and these monsters will come and steal our children."
After trekking in the wilderness for a whole day, he found a dilapidated village, and Wayne was about to find a villager to find out the situation.
He was immediately insulted and driven away by many villagers in the village.
They spoke so viciously that it was as if the two of them had killed their entire family.
Moreover, it was not just curses. Only a few minutes after the two of them entered the village, a middle-aged bearded man wearing a leather jacket and holding an iron sword led five young people holding pitchforks and hoes. They gathered around.
Seeing their ferocious expressions as they were holding murderous weapons, Wayne's hand unconsciously grasped the steel sword on his back and pulled out half of it.
Geralt on the side was very calm. He patted Wayne on the shoulder and told him not to be nervous. He walked directly to the bearded man in the leather jacket and said in a deep voice: "Hey, friend, it's best to let him go.
" Those farmers you have, stop it."
"We are demon hunters. We are here to find commissions, not to fight." "
And if we really want to fight, a few pitchforks can't deal with me."
Although the bearded man looked rude and brutal, He had been wandering around outside for several years when he was young, and he had heard about the strength of these mutant freaks in front of him.
He knew very well that even if a dozen soldiers were sent, let alone these villagers holding pitchforks, they would not necessarily be a match for a demon hunter.
What's more, there are still two on the opposite side.
After listening to Geralt's warning, he waved to the young men holding pitchforks and hoes not to be impulsive, and squinted his eyes to carefully look at the two witchers in front of him.
When he saw their amber cat eyes, Geralt's long white hair, and Wayne's long elf ears, a look of disgust appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
"Get out of the village, witcher, there is no commission you are looking for here."
Geralt did not force himself upon hearing this. He shrugged, turned around, and whispered to Wayne:
"Don't be surprised, Wayne.
" The Kingdom of Kaedwen is the country that hates non-human races the most among almost all the northern kingdoms." "Most of the
people in this country are rude and barbaric, and do not respect etiquette. Their king Henselt is even more so. You can imagine him Become a wild boar, a robber, and a violent drunkard instead of a king." "
This king has no great achievements, but the entire north knows that his favorite thing to do is to persecute inhuman races and find ways to kill those in the city. dwarves and elves."
"As witchers, we are also not welcome here, so I rarely look for commissions here." "Let's
go, continue walking west, along the Ponta River, about half way It will take about a month to leave the Kingdom of Kaedwen."
Wayne nodded speechlessly and was about to leave with Geralt.
Suddenly, she saw a staggering old woman walking out of the village. She walked quickly to the bearded man just now, pulled his sleeves, and shed tears, as if she was begging for something. The two argued for a few words until the old woman was paralyzed on the ground, holding the bearded man's legs and crying continuously. The bearded man sighed, helped the old woman up, and shouted towards Wayne and Geralt: "Hey
, Witcher, wait."
"We have a commission here."
Wayne and Geralt looked at each other. Seeing that there was a job coming, they turned and walked back to the bearded man, quietly watching their expressions change. The old woman who turned from sorrow to joy.
Before Geralt could speak, Wayne asked first,
"What is your commission?"
Seeing Wayne being so active, Geralt glanced at him in surprise, and suddenly remembered that this guy was in Kaer Morhen. When I was young, I couldn't help but feel a little amused that I had to take on tasks every day to be motivated. I felt that this was one of the few childlike temperaments that Wayne had.
The middle-aged bearded man glanced at Geralt, who was obviously older. Seeing that he had no objection, he turned to look at Wayne, who looked like a teenager, and said in a rough voice: "Two young people in our village are missing
. , I entrust you to find them."
He supported the old woman with tears on his face next to him, with a hint of regret in his voice.
"This is the mother of the brothers, Misha. Three days ago, her two sons went to the southern forest to cut firewood and never came back." "There have been
wolves in the southern forest."
"Although They may have turned into the dung of wild wolves, but whether they are dead or alive, we need accurate information, rather than letting the living people have empty hopes." At this point, the bearded man added with some embarrassment
:
"Of course, farmers like us are poor and don't have that much money." "
Misha can only collect five ducats at most. She only has those two sons. If those two children die, Misha will Sha probably won’t live until next year.”
After hearing this, Wayne glanced at the old woman with a sad face and felt some sympathy in his heart.
Ducats were the currency of the Kingdom of Kaedwen. He didn't know much about the purchasing power of five ducats, but after thinking about it, the poor farmers who were digging in the fields probably couldn't afford much money.
After Big Beard finished talking about the commission, a task prompt appeared in his mind.
Trigger the mission, [Looking for Misha’s missing son], expert level.
Do you want to accept it?
Wayne was overjoyed that it turned out to be an expert-level mission. According to the system's instructions, ordinary-level missions were relatively simple and were daily tasks that did not even require combat.
The expert-level missions are more difficult, and are difficult for ordinary people to complete. There is a high probability that they will have to engage in dangerous battles.
As for master-level tasks and epic-level tasks, they are very rare and difficult tasks that may not be encountered for several years, and may even affect the direction of the world.
Although he really wanted to take over this mission directly, he was now a teammate with Geralt and could not have his own way.
So, Wayne turned to look at Geralt and asked the white wolf for his opinion.
Seeing him looking over, Geralt's paralyzed face showed no expression, but he still nodded with some difficulty.
Wayne breathed a sigh of relief. After choosing to accept the task in his mind, he smiled at the bearded man and Misha beside him and said, "We
can accept this commission." "
But, I'm a little tired from this journey. Now, you must provide us with a temporary resting place and prepare a decent lunch." "
When we regain our strength, we will carry out this commission."
(End of this chapter)