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At that moment, a few fast horses galloped by, their hooves raising dust high in the air.

"What's going on here? "Where's that kid?" It was Geralt, his son, and several others who had galloped over. He had received word from some of the townspeople in Maple Leaf Town and was galloping over, but by then Ron had already left for quite some time.

"Ah, that's Master Jelat from Naca Manor …" A few sharp-eyed townspeople noticed the newcomer, and their eyes were filled with fear. In Maple Leaf Town, the notoriety of Jelat was as resounding as that of the Naca Guard.

"I just received a report that someone found Ron back, eh? What about Ron? " As soon as he arrived, he knew that Ron must have already left.

"Lord Gerard, Ron just left." A citizen of the town boldly said.

"Hmph …" "You bunch of lowly commoners …" Geralt felt extremely displeased, and was about to scold her when he suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw Groot on the ground.

With a flash of foreboding, Geralt lunged forward and reached out to help Groot up. As expected, Groot had been dead for a long time.

"Grout …" Geralt cried out loud, almost fainting. The leader of the Nacar guards, the strongest of the Gourmet, had died. He had actually died.

"Who …. "Who did it?" His eyes were on the verge of spitting fire.

The townspeople were shocked to see Geralt lose his composure, and no one dared to answer him.

Geralt stood up with a thud, grabbed a townsman by the collar, and glared at him with cannibalistic eyes. "Tell me, who did it?"

"Yes …" It was … No …. "I didn't do it..." The townsman was so frightened by the angry Geralt that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Speak, who is it?" You know, the Naca Guard captain, Grout, is his nephew, his nephew.

"It's, it's that Ron …" Amongst the townspeople, one of them answered boldly.

"What?" Ron? " He had not expected to give the order to kill Ron. He had not expected his men to be killed.

Geralt stared at the town man with his blood-red eyes. "You … "Are you sure..."

"Yes... Lord Geralt, that Ron, trained in evil Necromancy, summoned a lot of skeleton-like objects, and then … "Kill Captain Gut." The townsman trembled as he spoke.

"Bastard..."

He pulled at his hair desperately, not knowing what was going on with him. In just two short days, so many things had happened.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. Grunt was an Apprentice Swordsman who was just a little bit away from beginner Swordsman. He did not know when he would break through, but he was dead, killed by a fifteen-year-old child. In other words, this child's strength was at least at the Apprentice level.

"That brat, he … He's only fifteen years old … "

The thought of having such a person make enemies in his eyes sent a shiver down Geralt's spine.

Fifteen years old, to what extent would he grow up to in the future?

An intern's strength might not amount to much in the Holy Empire, but in Maple Leaf Town, it was enough to run amok. Apart from the Holy Church, no one else dared to offend them.

If he had known earlier that things would turn out like this, he wouldn't have been so desperate. With his status, he could have come to find that kid to apologize and compensate him a little bit more. He could have settled the matter with just a dozen gold coins.

Not only did he not do it, he even sent people to kill him.

As he thought of this, Geralt glared at Kitley. This matter was caused by this silly kid. As a noble, Kitley had done a lot of bad things. Many commoners and women had been bullied by him. However, this time …

"Father …" Kittley, frightened by Geralt's stare, gave a timid cry.

Geralt gave a long sigh. Although it had all been Kitley's doing, he was still his son, and now it was no good. Besides, there was something wrong with the way he handled things.

Now that things had come to this point, the enmity between them might not be easily resolved.

"Father, what should we do now?" He knew that he had caused trouble. He had offended such a powerful figure, and with the strength of an apprentice, how many people were there in Maple Leaf Town? He was just a novice swordsman, not to mention a beginner swordsman like his father. He was arrogant in front of ordinary citizens, but when he met a true expert, he was immediately terrified.

"What should we do?"

Geralt knew that even if he regretted it, it would be useless. On the surface, this child's strength had already surpassed Naca Manor's. In other words, Naca Manor could do nothing to him.

Unless...

"Father, why don't we look for an aunt …" Kitley whispered.

Aunt, the Salter family.

As long as the Salter family sent out their experts, they would not have to worry about killing this Ron.

"No, it's too far..." After thinking about it, Geralt shook his head. The Salter family was within the Holy Empire Empire Empire Empire, and their journey there was a long one. By the time he had invited the elites over, Naca Manor would already be razed to the ground.

"Then what should we do?" Only now did he realize how ridiculous his small influence looked in front of a true powerhouse.

"I'm afraid that there's only one way left..." Geralt looked up, his eyes shining with vengeance. He did not give up, and now that he had done it, there was no turning back.

The few people from Naca Manor picked up the corpses and returned. Although the strength of these guards weren't all that great, they had all been brought back through money. Not only were the weapons and equipment provided by the Nacar Manor, but according to Holy Empire's rules, everyone had signed a contract with them. They would have to pay pension if they were to die in battle, which was a huge amount of money.

The equipment of the dead Naga Guards are valuable goods, they definitely have to take them back.

Near the border of Flash Gold, there was a special room. This room stood alone on the side of the road. It was a place with no village and no shops.

The house was made up of a few wooden pillars. From the outside, it looked rather simple and crude.

Inside the house, there were a few long counters that looked like bars. Surrounding them were a few broken tables with chairs that were already filled with dirt.

Although this room was not big and was located in a remote area, there were many people entering and exiting. It was bustling with noise and excitement. As long as there were stools in the room, it would be filled with people.

Mercenary Tavern.

In a place where the mercenaries of the Noah Continent were the most sacred, the moment these mercenaries arrived, they knew they were safe.

The tavern was small, but it had everything. Not only did the mercenaries like the inferior rice wine, but it also provided a place for them to rest. Most importantly, this was the place to issue missions, and after completing them, they would even be able to get money here.

Many mercenaries liked to stay here every day, staring at the mission board to see if there were any suitable missions for them.

There were many tasks on the board, and they were arranged densely. There were very few that were suitable for normal mercenaries, and many of them required going to dangerous areas to complete them.

For example, if the reward for hunting the Blue Bull's horn was 500 gold coins, then the Blue Bull would be easy to hunt, but the Blue Bull's location was in the Qimo Plateau — a famous dangerous place, and compared to the hard work and risks he had put in, the reward would be too low. Of course, if the reward was raised to 5000 gold coins, then the mercenaries here would definitely be like vultures.

Mercenary missions were divided into [S] class, [A] class, [B] class, [D] class, [E] class, and so on. There were rewards for each level of the quest, and the higher the level of the quest, the greater the risk.

Of course, [S] class missions were not something that normal people could complete. Most mercenaries usually chose [D] or [E] class missions.

After the mission is completed, you can submit the mission at any mercenary bar or station on Noah Continent. The attendants of the mercenary bar have a special way to contact the mercenary association, confirm the mission is complete, and then immediately pay the reward.

The Mercenary Tavern was such a place.

Those with the status of mercenaries could get a 20% discount on their alcohol consumption. Of course, this didn't include the cost of finding a girl.

In the tavern, it was filled with murky air, the sounds of guessing, drinking and quarreling could be heard incessantly. As the wine was being drunk, many women dressed in colorful clothing were shuttling around the crude mercenaries, and many women wore snow-white clothing, attracting the lecherous gazes of the male servants. Those who were braver would go up and grab some, causing some of the women to pout coquettishly, "If the price is right, then the women here can follow you upstairs."

This place was full of women from poor families. To them, this kind of job was really too easy. They didn't have to toil hard and every month, they could earn enough money to live their families' lives.

The mercenaries here were generous, especially those who had just finished their tasks and received rewards. As soon as they left the hall, many women rushed forward. The mercenaries' money was simply too easy to earn.

Geralt and Kittredge appeared.

"Father, is this Mercenary Tavern?" This was the first time Kitley had been here, and for him it was full of novelty.

"Mm, this is where missions are accepted and issued …" Geralt nodded, dismounted, and stepped inside. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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