The Death Knell

Xili took off her clothes, and there was no one in the women's bath. She swam around in the pool very relaxedly.

After moving for a while, she quietly leaned against the stone wall at the edge of the bath.

She was thinking about her future and the unknown world.

But just as she was humming and scrubbing her arms, a crow flew from a distance, stood on the wooden fence of the bath, and stared at her with its black eyes.

Shirley covered her chest and retreated into the water.

"Lady Yennefer!"

She felt that the woman on the other side of the crow's perspective must have snickered again.

"Are you sure you want to deal with the bloodthirsty banshee for us?"

Geralt handed a bottle of cursed oil to Su Ming and watched him take it and apply it on the giant sword. This oil can effectively deal with monsters born from curses, such as corpse babies.

It was already the third day. Geralt walked around the city of Novigrad and finally discovered the tomb where the monster lived.

Under the former church of the Eternal Fire, this once crazy sect is now empty of people after losing the support of the king.

Their crazy beliefs and witch-hunting activities are as if they never existed.

But the crosses in the city still prove this history.

"That's right, you just need to stay away and watch. A living dead is no match for me." Su Ming finished applying sword oil and inserted the sword directly into the stone ground.

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Meditation. Demon hunters have to meditate before taking action. Am I imitating it very much?"

It turned out that Su Ming was kneeling on the floor at this time, with his hands on his thighs and his eyes closed. Although he couldn't see his expression with the helmet on, he looked very relaxed.

Geralt exhaled.

"If you need to wait for the monster to appear, you can indeed meditate. But it is already night, and the bloodthirsty banshee will appear soon."

Su Ming just wanted to feel the feeling of a demon hunter. If he didn't meditate before killing the boss, he always felt that something was missing.

Besides, they are blocking the monster's door now, and the banshee won't dig a hole in the ground to escape.

Just as he was about to answer the question, a blood-red figure covered in naked flesh rushed out of the tomb and pounced directly on Geralt.

After all, in her opinion, people wearing armor don't look like living creatures at all, without flesh and blood.

Xili was about to try out her newly acquired weapon, but Su Ming was faster. He immediately pulled out the giant sword stuck on the ground and swiped it, just like swatting flies with a door panel, knocking the banshee in. inside the wall.

The whole church shook, the broken statue seemed to fall down at any time, and dust suddenly spread everywhere.

"Well, it's very average, probably at the level of a human-bat."

Su Ming turned his head and commented to Geralt.

Geralt leaned against the wall, leaning on the ground with his silver sword. "I've never seen what kind of monster you are talking about, the man-bat, but the banshee is not dead yet."

Regarding this banshee, it was caused by a tragedy that year. Geralt tried his best not to think about it.

All he needs to know is that this commission is worth 3,000 orens.

If the banshee hadn't kept killing people and making the whole city panic, the consul wouldn't have spent so much money.

Su Ming was always paying attention to the movements of the banshee. He was very sure that the blow just now broke a quarter of the opponent's bones, and her speed of getting up would inevitably slow down.

There was dust everywhere under the abandoned church, and the only lighting at this time was the torch held by Ciri.

"Now that I'm here, I'll use the sword skills of a demon hunter to learn the secrets of my Bear School."

Su Ming quickly rushed to the far wall, and the banshee got up just in time. He raised his sword high and chopped off the monster's shoulder.

"Congratulations on getting rich! Good luck! Everything goes well! Good health! Prosperity every year! Happy family!"

Every time he said a word, he slashed the monster with his sword. In fact, when the first sword was struck, the monster split into two parts along the line of shoulders, heart, and crotch. The Night Sword was too sharp.

But he still insisted on finishing his New Year greetings.

So the two demon hunters watched him chop the monster into minced meat.

"Is the Bear School so violent?" Ciri scratched behind her ears. She didn't quite understand the Bear School's style, but it looked like Skellige's berserker.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. The vertical chop is indeed one of the starting moves of the Bear School, but repeating this sword attack cannot be called a swordsmanship."

Geralt felt hopeless.

After a long time, Su Ming put away his weapon, took off his helmet, drank water and rested. There were too many New Year greetings, and his mouth was dry.

"I keep the head specially for you. Take it to work. I don't have any iron hooks on me."

He held his helmet in one hand and the monster's head in the other, handing them to Geralt.

"You will teach Ciri bad, that is not a swordsmanship." Geralt hung the monster's head behind his belt and complained somewhat helplessly.

"Wrong, this most simple move completely contains the good wish to kill the enemy. The heavy sword has no edge, and is ingenious and useless. When your realm completely crushes the enemy, even if you keep slashing, That is also extremely exquisite swordsmanship.”

Su Ming immediately retorted, because Xili's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, as if checking who was right.

This time it was Geralt who couldn't understand. The other person obviously spoke a foreign language and he couldn't understand it at all. But he did understand the explanation behind it, and it sounded somewhat reasonable.

But this requires a complete grasp of the monster's movements and habits. Only a master can attack like this without getting hurt.

"It's too early for Xili to learn this, and it doesn't suit her path."

"No, this set of swordsmanship is recommended to you. One strike costs 999, and it will be maxed out in three seconds. You only need to experience it for three minutes, and you will fall in love with this set of swordsmanship just like me."

Geralt turned around and left. Is this a joke? Hurry and collect the bill, and then return to Kaer Morhen.

The money was obtained smoothly, and the consul did not want the banshee's head. Geralt hung the monster's head on the saddle and prepared to return to the inn owned by his friend Dandelion to spend the night.

Dandelion is now settled in Novigrad. He and his girlfriend, two poets, renovated the Vanilla Inn, now called the Chameleon Inn, located on a not particularly prosperous street.

The business is almost the same every day, neither good nor bad. Many people come here to drink and watch performances, and very few people actually stay overnight.

Su Ming and others have been living there these days, and some of the stories Su Ming told seemed to inspire the poet's creative enthusiasm.

He was writing recently, but was criticized by his girlfriend as "like talking in sleep".

But after returning to the hotel today, Geralt was keenly aware of a familiar smell as soon as he entered the door.

Even among the smells of alcohol and sweat, the aromas of clove and blackcurrant are still evident.

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