Chapter 87

As a witcher, besides the ten-plus years of training in Kaer Morhen, Geralt had been mixing in the Northern Kingdoms for fifty years.

Long-term life at the bottom of society allowed him to see many good people with noble character, but more were despicable, shameless, and unscrupulous rotten people.

This was not entirely their fault. After all, in such a chaotic bottom environment, even if you could control yourself not to hurt others, you couldn't control other people's crimes.

If you want to survive, you have to use fierceness or barbarism to protect yourself. People who are too kind have long been eaten up by others, leaving not even bone dregs.

He had long been accustomed to all kinds of abuse, mockery, and provocation. Those rotten people were like dog shit on the ground. If you really argued with them and stepped on them, you would only splash those filthy things all over yourself, making yourself uncomfortable.

So Geralt didn't take the mockery of Yarpen's dwarf team and the Crinfrid Reavers to heart at all.

He led his mount Roach and Yennefer's black horse to the temporary stable to feed them water and forage.

But as the saying goes, peers are enemies. Although Geralt didn't pay attention to them, the people in the dragon-slaying team wouldn't let him go.

The youngest member of the reavers, Kennet the Butcher, walked to Geralt's side, spat on the ground, and said: "White-haired witcher, you'd better warn your sorceress lover that dragon-slaying should still be left to professional people. Otherwise, she will offend too many people."

Watching Roach eat fresh forage in large mouthfuls, Geralt turned around expressionlessly, holding his steel sword in his hand, his amber cat eyes looking at Kennet the Butcher, and said lightly: "We haven't set off yet, and you have already started dividing the spoils? Dragons are not so easy to deal with. Just one mouthful of dragon fire can burn you until only bones are left."

"Of course, you can offend a powerful sorceress and a witcher who can use a sword before setting off. There are too many fools in this world, and you are not missing."

"My task this time is only to protect Ms. Yennefer. I am not interested in your backstabbing business."

"But if you try to hurt this lady, you have to see if your necks can dodge the sword in my hand."

If it were just him alone, Geralt would definitely not warn them so directly, and wouldn't even participate in this hunter operation.

But this matter related to his goddess Yennefer. No matter what, Geralt would not allow others to hurt her.

However, as a famous ruthless person in Redania, the Crinfrid Reavers trio were not the kind of people who were afraid of things. For money, they dared to do anything. They also did a lot of work like robbers and bandits in secret.

As the boss, Boholt, immediately gave a wink to the two brothers, and the others understood. The second brother, Nistuk, quietly took out a crossbow from the luggage on the side, loaded the crossbow bolt, and the youngest, Kennet the Butcher, had already taken out a boning knife and stood behind Geralt.

Geralt frowned. He didn't expect these three brothers to be so bold and actually want to do it here.

This place was only tens of meters away from the king's tent. If he was not careful, he might be regarded as an assassin assassinating the king and be surrounded and killed by dozens of fully armed soldiers around.

However, even facing the famous Crinfrid Reavers trio in Redania, Geralt was not afraid. He pressed the scabbard of his steel sword against the ground, held the hilt with his right hand, and slowly pulled it out, revealing the cold-shining blade made of meteorite iron inside.

As one of the most powerful swordsmen in the North, he had quite a lot of confidence in his swordsmanship.

Geralt narrowed his amber cat eyes and stared at the three brothers who were trying to attack him.

Although being besieged would put him at a disadvantage, as long as he caught a flaw, his sword could take a life.

Yarpen and his dwarf subordinates retreated to a few meters away with great tacit understanding, showing an attitude of not helping either side. For this sudden battle, these bearded dwarves were quite happy to see it.

Whether it was the witcher or the reavers, whichever of them suffered casualties was one less competitor for the dwarves, allowing them to gain more benefits in this dragon-slaying operation.

And just when the battle between Geralt and the reavers was about to break out, a loud voice suddenly entered everyone's ears.

"This is a despicable siege, bullying the few with the many, sneaking attacks from behind, seriously violating the Knight's Code."

"Under the witness of the gods and the Knight's Code, you despicable reavers, if you want to besiege that damn mutant, I will not stand by and watch."

The person who spoke wore a shiny silver full-body plate armor and held a heavy two-handed sword in his hand. Although the full-coverage metal helmet couldn't see his true face, everyone present knew that this was Eck from Denesle, a powerful knight full of idealism, a lunatic with a crazy pursuit of justice.

Seeing his intervention, the dwarf Yarpen spat on the ground disdainfully, knowing that this battle couldn't be fought.

If the reavers trio against the witcher could feel they had a 50% chance of winning, then with the addition of a powerful knight like an iron can, the three brothers would only be sending themselves to death.

Sure enough, the boss of the reavers, Boholt, saw this, immediately gave a wink to his two brothers, laughed, and said: "What are you talking about, Knight Eck? How could we commit the despicable act of bullying the few with the many? We are all righteous warriors, called by the king to eradicate the evil dragon."

"It's just that the witcher's tone was too aggressive, and we wanted to persuade him."

Unfortunately, the stubborn Knight Eck didn't know what it meant to save face for others, nor did he know what it meant to be smooth. He didn't buy the reavers' set at all and still said righteously: "Put away your despicable lies, reavers. You don't deserve to call yourself righteous at all."

"It is precisely because the world is full of bastards like you who are blinded by greed and full of lies that our world will become so ugly."

"Although I think witchers are also evil existences, mutant creatures not allowed by the gods, at least they will protect the public and understand the most basic right and wrong."

"But despicable mercenaries like you, for the sake of money, will even betray your relatives. Loyalty, glory, compassion, and trustworthiness are like toilet paper to you, which will be discarded after use, making it full of filth."

"Seeing you makes me feel disgusted. Get out of my sight. If it weren't for the king's permission, I wouldn't travel with people like you at all."

Being scolded by Knight Eck without any cover, even the reavers brothers who never cared about face felt extremely angry.

However, they also knew that arguing with this stubborn guy was meaningless. This guy was like a stone in a dung pit, smelly and hard, and he was an idiot who didn't need any benefits.

Coming here to slay the dragon this time was not for making a fortune at all, but just for the so-called bullshit justice, just so that the nearby residents would not be harmed by the evil dragon, which was simply unreasonable.

So, the reavers trio secretly cursed Eck a few times, then hugged their weapons, left the temporary stable, and prepared to find a place to rest.

The official dragon-slaying operation had not yet begun and had to wait until tomorrow morning, after King Niedamir issued the order, before officially setting off.

And the reconnaissance team of Hooborg had already set off in advance. They were guides hired by the king, responsible for helping the members of the dragon-slaying team find the dragon's nest.

(End of chapter)