Under night.

In the bush-covered valley, the sound of flowing water is clear and sweet.

The sky is exceptionally clear, and the stars seem to be blinking brightly at all the creatures on the earth.

On a relatively dry ground, Geralt and Dandelion, wrapped in cloaks and blankets, were chatting about another of their companions.

"She is really a beautiful girl," the bard murmured: "You are very feminine, Geralt. She is tall and has a good figure, and she walks like she is dancing..."

"Although for my taste, her butt is a bit small and her shoulders are a bit too strong, she is really feminine, especially the pair of... apples on her chest, which almost burst her shirt.

Already..."

"Shut up, Dandelion."

The witcher's indifference did not stop the bard from talking endlessly.

It wasn't until a blond girl wearing a gray shirt and carrying a long bow appeared that she interrupted the bard's slightly exaggerated teasing:

"Poet, are you talking about me? Did you just stare at me when I turned around?"

Smiling, Dandelion lied without changing his face: "Your archery skills astonished us. You will definitely not be able to find an opponent in the archery competition."

"Yes, I have heard these words a long time ago, as well as what you want to say next."

"I read a book that said that the best archers came from the grassland tribes of Zerikan. I heard that some archers would even cut off their left breasts so as not to interfere with their archery. It is said that it would block the bowstring."

"This must be made up by some poet." Glancing at the dazed demon hunter beside him, the tall blond female archer took off the longbow on her back and said with disdain:

"Do you think I shoot with my chest? Just pull the bow string to my face, and then stand sideways, like this, nothing will touch the bow string. Cutting off my left breast is pure nonsense, it must be some

It was thought up by an idle bastard who was obsessed with women's naked bodies."

As if he was completely unaware of the other party's accusations, Dandelion bowed slightly and continued:

"Thank you for your kind comments about poets and poetry, and thank you for the bow lessons. The bow is such a good weapon. You know, I think wars will develop in this direction. In future wars, people will be far away from each other.

Fight at distance.”

"They will invent a weapon with a very long range and fight each other without being able to see each other with the naked eye."

If Lu Qi were here, he would definitely give the poet a thumbs up and praise:

Are you a great prophet?!

However, standing in front of him was Milva, who regarded bows and arrows as his second life.

The bard was full of wild speculations, but what he got was the ridicule of the beautiful archer.

Just when the two of them wanted to discuss this topic in depth, Geralt, who was sitting aside and wondering what he was thinking, finally spoke up:

"Quiet for a while! My ears are almost calloused."

Hearing this, Dandelion and Milva looked at each other and then sat down...

The reason why these three people got together was not an accident, nor was it a beautiful encounter.

A few days ago, Geralt, who was preparing to search for Ciri, learned from Dandelion that the Nilfgaardians seemed to be looking for a silver-haired girl.

Therefore, Geralt wanted to go south to find the Nilfgaardians and ask them to tell them any news or intelligence about Ciri.

If necessary, he also planned to go to the emperor who was nicknamed "the white flame dancing on the enemy's grave" and question him as to why he wanted to find Ciri.

After learning about his friend's plan, Dandelion complained that "you are simply a madman". However, he still followed the witcher and set off together.

However, when Geralt and Dandelion had just left Brochlon Forest, crossed the Ribbon River, and arrived near Brugg Fortress, they happened to encounter the Nilfgaardians and Brugg defenders.

fighting.

Just when the two were about to get involved in the war, Milva, a human female archer sent by the Dryad Queen Eisna, appeared in front of the two like a savior.

With the help of this good-looking female archer, the three of them passed through the complex terrain, passed through the burning forest, and successfully escaped the battle.

Seeing that he could not persuade the two of them to return to the forest, Milva decided to take them from the east, bypassing the war-torn area and reaching the Yaruga River.

But before that, the three decided to spend a night in this quiet and deserted valley...

...

After looking up at the stars in the sky, Milva immediately turned around and looked at the silent demon hunter:

"I want to know what your plan is. We are surrounded by Nilfgaardian armies, as well as bandits, rebels, and the burning forest. What is your plan?"

"My plan has not changed. I will remain neutral, wait until this battle is over, and then go south, to the Yaruga River."

"That girl, in the south?"

"I don't know. I can only confirm it myself. If she is not in the south, then I will turn back and go north."

"Is this your plan?" Milva sneered and said, "Go to die among the Nilfgaardians? And beg others to let you go and let you go back to the cold north?"

She was answered with silence.

"Come closer. You too, Dandelion. Let's stay together for warmth."

The three people who formed a temporary team sat together and listened quietly to the sounds around them.

After a long time, the silence was broken:

"I want to tell you something, but you have to promise me not to laugh first."

"Say it."

"While at Blochlon, I had some strange dreams. At first, I thought they were just baseless fantasies and that there was something wrong with my head. You know, I got a beating on Thaned Island.

Damn it, but I always have the same dream, it’s the same every time.”

Upon hearing this, both Dandelion and Milva remained silent, quietly waiting for Geralt's next words.

"In my dream, I saw Ciri. She was riding a variegated horse through a dirty village. The villagers pointed at her and called her by some strange name."

"She was not alone, there was someone walking with her. There was a girl with short hair holding Xili's hand, and Xili smiled at her, but I didn't like that smile, and I didn't like the heavy makeup on her face.

..."

"And what I dislike the most is that wherever she goes, someone will die..."

Milva, who clung to the Witcher like a cat, asked keenly: "Where is she? Is she not in Nilfgaard? Or..."

"I don't know." The demon hunter struggled to say these words, and then added: "But I have had this dream several times. The problem is that I don't believe it."

The poet tightened the blanket in his arms and said casually: "Oh, you are such a fool, I believe in this kind of dream."
Chapter completed!