"Lord Dursley, how about... we just go back? He's probably not coming out."
The man with acne on his face shook his head. "He's been in there for almost half an hour already. He must be dead."
The lumberjacks gathered at the edge of the forest, silently staring into the gaps between the trees.
Lord Dursley wiped the sweat from between his sparse eyebrows with his already sweat-soaked handkerchief.
"We should wait a little longer," he said.
"Why wait?" The acne-faced man looked terrified, always anxiously glancing into the forest. "There's a wicked bear in the logging camp, have you forgotten, Lord Dursley? Anyone who goes in there is just walking to their death."
"Have you forgotten how many people died in there? What are we waiting for?"
"We agreed to wait for him, didn't we?" Lord Dursley whispered hesitantly.
"An agreent with a living person is an agreent," another胖胖的 lumberjack said. "But he's already dead, that's as certain as the sun in the sky. He went in to die from the start, just like those hunters before him."
"I don't doubt that for a second, but what I'm worried about is if he didn't die imdiately, but escaped, and brought the wicked bear out with him..."
At this, the acne-faced man shivered with fear.
The faces of the others also paled.
The fat lumberjack shivered, as if he were naked on the peak of Mount Blue at the start of the New Year.
"If you ask , Lord Dursley, we shouldn't have looked for a witcher in the first place. We should have gone straight to the Eternal Fire. The sacred fla can dispel anything, including that wicked bear."
"My dears, is this how you ask for help? You call soone over, then abandon them and run away yourselves?"
The fat lumberjack slowly turned around, looking at the stranger who had suddenly appeared behind them.
The newcor had thick, curly brown hair, wore a dark brown tunic under a heavy cotton coat, and boots, carrying no visible weapons.
But next to the stranger were two young won.
They moved lightly, full of confidence.
The girls had blue striped tattoos from their outer eye corners to their ear tips, and their strong thigh and gluteal muscles were covered in lynx fur.
Their bare arms erged above chainmail gloves, and the hilt of a sabre protruded from their similarly chainmail-clad shoulders.
In taverns in so places, there would always be people passionately debating and quoting extensively on whether won were suitable to be soldiers.
But when people actually encountered female warriors, no one in their right mind would dare to provoke them.
The crowd, originally standing behind, automatically dispersed, moving away from the stranger and his two female guards.
The fat lumberjack shivered again.
But this ti, it wasn't because of the wicked bear.
"Sir, you don't understand, there's a..."
"A wicked bear, I heard you say."
The stranger nodded. "You also found a witcher, and let him go in alone."
"But you don't know how fierce that wicked bear is. It killed three of our n, and several hunters Lord Dursley later hired from nearby villages also never returned."
"It seems you no longer need to worry about any wicked bear."
The stranger crossed his arms over his chest, gesturing with his eyes for the others to look.
Everyone turned their heads, only to see rustling sounds coming from between the trees in the forest, as if sothing was being dragged across the ground.
Then, people saw Lynn erge, dragging the owlbear's head.
They stared, dumbfounded, at the owlbear's head, which the witcher threw onto the ground, larger than a small cat's body. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI~Fire
"This is that wicked bear, but it actually has a more accurate na: it's an owlbear, a creature that ca with the Conjunction of Spheres," Lynn said, brushing dirt from his hands. "As we agreed, you owe my paynt, Lord Dursley."
Dursley hastily pulled out a coin pouch.
Lynn opened it and checked; it was all shining Novigrad crowns, with no silver or copper coins mixed in, nor any clipped edges—all perfectly intact.
Novigraders, compared to other parts of the North, were relatively wealthy, so they never even thought of cheating in this regard.
"Glad to be of service. I look forward to our next cooperation."
After speaking with Lord Dursley, Lynn's gaze shifted to the stranger and his guards.
"Greetings, esteed sir, and ladies. I am Lynn, a witcher of the Wolf School."
"My regards, Sir Lynn. I..." The stranger pointed to the faded crest on his tunic—three black ravens embroidered in a row on a golden field. "I am Borch. Others also call 'Three Jackdaws.' These are my bodyguards, Tea and Vea. That's what I call them, as their real nas are too hard to pronounce."
"Are all three of you from Zerrikania?"
"No, they are Zerrikanians, but I am not." For soone traveling with guards, Borch seed approachable. "It's been a long ti since I've been in the North. I didn't expect to et a witcher."
I also didn't expect to et a living golden dragon here, Lynn thought to himself.
Yes, that was right.
This nobleman, who called himself Borch, or Three Jackdaws, was actually not human at all.
But a dragon.
A golden dragon, which the world believed did not exist.
And his true na, of course, was not Borch, but Villentretenrth.
Though that na, in the common tongue, ant Three Jackdaws.
Zerrikanians worship no gods, or rather, they revere dragons as their deities.
Therefore, Borch was, in Zerrikania, a truly god-like being.
As for the two young won, one should never be deceived by their youth and beauty.
They were even more adept at manipulating n's emotions than n themselves.
Since you're here, that ans...
Lynn recalled the plot from the novels and quickly figured out the other party's objective.
"What are you thinking, Sir Lynn?"
"Nothing, just lost in thought. My apologies."
"In that case, if you're not busy, I have a suggestion." Borch rubbed his nose.
"The famous Pearl of the North, Novigrad, isn't far from here. I know a tavern in the city called 'The Spur' that has excellent food. I'm going there now to eat and stay the night. Would I be so fortunate as to invite you along?"
Lynn shrugged.
He had no reason to object.
"A good suggestion. I accept."
Borch bead, saying cheerfully: "Then let's go. I'm starving."
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