Geralt slept in Tormond's tavern for the night. As he wasn't sure when Yennefer would find him, he reluctantly rejected the Red Saintess who threw herself at him.
Early the next morning, as soon as the demon hunters woke up, a butler came to the stone castle in the middle of the town.
"Lord Geralt, Mayor Alisa invites you for breakfast," the butler said.
"It must be about the otherworldly visitors," Tormond said as he shook Geralt's hand.
Geralt nodded and carried his greatsword on his back as he got into the butler's carriage.
The town came to life in the early morning mist. The residents opened their doors and started their day's work.
Geralt observed carefully and was surprised to find that there were no humanoids here.
In the demon hunter world, as long as there was a mine, regardless of whether it was gold or iron, the Dwarves would always gather.
"There are no Dwarves in our world, but not all of them are humans. Are there giants in your world?"
The mayor, Alisa Thorne, was an old man with white hair but a strong body and sharp eyes.
The mayor's daughter, Cersei Thorne, attracted Geralt's attention even more.
Her figure was slim, but she did not lack "breadth of mind". Her skin was as fair as milk, and her soft golden hair brightened up the dim hall. Her green eyes were like spring springs, and she was shy and delicate like a newborn lamb that had lost its way on a grassy slope in spring.
However, her beautiful face had a natural charm that made men unable to resist.
This girl could become the queen of any kingdom!
Geralt praised her in his heart.
"There are not only giants in our world, but also elves and dwarves," he said.
During the meal, they discussed the customs of their respective worlds.
After breakfast, Mayor Alisa said solemnly, "There are only a hundred strong men in the town. It's not enough to protect our wealth.
Therefore, I've decided to move the gold from the vault to Winterfell, which is further south.
However, I'm worried that the team escorting the gold will encounter otherworldly explorers. I know Tormond's evaluation of you. You're a brave and righteous knight.
I'm willing to believe him.
I hope you can accept my employment and protect the gold and my daughter as they leave Lanrut Town. "
"Mayor, I'm honored to be recognized by you, but I didn't come to your world alone. In fact, I was just about to ask you to help me determine the location of my companions, "Geralt said.
Alisha stroked his long beard and said thoughtfully, "I have a rough understanding of your situation. Ordinary people might not know anything about the collision of worlds, but I am a noble, and I have my own sources of information.
A long time ago, the Northern Ice Kingdom sent us a message, warning us not to head north. It's best if we don't leave the town's territory.
Because when the celestial bodies converge, many spatial cracks will appear at the point of convergence. It is possible to travel hundreds of miles with a single step. "
"So that's how it is. There was indeed a warning about the World Chasm on the stone stele, but we didn't listen to it," Geralt said thoughtfully.
"You should understand that I'm unable to determine the location of your companions. I can only promise you that if your companions come to Lanruo Town, I'll welcome them warmly and arrange a guide to Winterfell.
Anyway, if you want to explore our world, you will eventually reach the Northern Ice Nation. "
Geralt glanced at Cersei, who had a pleading look on her face. He sighed and accepted the escort mission.
At noon, the team escorting the gold left Lanruo Town on the snow horse's sleigh.
Besides Geralt and Cersei, there were ten strong men and a maid.
There were three big chests, which weighed 250 pounds of gold. Geralt was moved.
The next week's journey was indeed thrilling. They encountered ferocious beasts and bandits.
Even explorers from the world of demon hunters had encountered a few waves of them.
In the beginning, Geralt could use his identity as a Demon Hunter to keep the explorers at a distance. However, once they saw Cersei or guessed that there was gold in the chests, a massacre would ensue.
After seven days, Geralt was the only one left in the escort team.
However, the Demon Hunter still completed his mission meticulously.
He handed the gold and Cersei over to the Winterfell Dungeon Lord.
"You're a righteous person." Cersei licked her red lips regretfully.
Geralt was pleased with himself, but he also felt regretful.
Er, he thought that Cersei was regretting that she couldn't spend a night with him, who was righteous, handsome, brave, and powerful.
During that period, they did have some ambiguous moments. Many times, when he saw her flirtatious behavior, his d * ck was so hard that his leather pants couldn't contain it.
As long as she showed any signs of invitation, he would pounce on her.
But although she was seductive and showed her admiration and respect for him, her behavior was ladylike. She even hinted to him that she was engaged to Winterfell's Young Master Robert, but she wanted to go to the Otherworld to have a look.
Geralt understood that the girl wanted to elope with him, but he also knew his own situation.
A Demon Hunter couldn't make any promises to Cersei.
He didn't even belong to this world. Moreover, he and Yennefer …
Before he left, he asked for a kiss on her forehead. Then, he took the money pouch and left.
"What a pity. Such a strong soul, why did he have to be a gentleman …" Cersei swallowed her saliva.
At this time, her pure green eyes were dyed a charming purple, and her pink lips seemed to have been smeared with blood. It was a seductive red, and her sun-like golden hair was purplish black. There was also a pair of curved demon horns on her full white forehead.
"Forget it. The wild boar is gone, but there's still the deer."
"Pom —" Cersei exploded into a cloud of purple-red smoke and disappeared at the entrance of Winterfell.
The nearby guards were like clay puppets. They didn't move at all.
.....
Unknowingly, Geralt left the Seven Hells.
Hmm, after everyone crossed the boundary marker, they entered the Seven Hells, and all they saw were Undead.
After leaving Winterfell and walking south for half a day, the Demon Hunters came across an impregnable pass that stretched across a canyon.
"Geralt, fight with me. No matter if you win or lose, you can leave." There was only a warrior in golden armor on the 30-meter-high wall.
"Why do we have to fight?" Geralt looked around and asked curiously.
"I want to see the otherworld's top swordsmanship. We'll only use swordsmanship. Only duels, no life and death, "the warrior said.
"Does every explorer who comes here have to spar with you?" Geralt drew his two-handed sword from his back.
He also wanted to see the swordsmanship of this world.
"Not every explorer can see the Twelve Zodiacs. Yes, I'm Richard Hope."
Richard was defeated.
His opponent's strength and reflexes were better than his, and his swordsmanship was concise and experienced. It was a true killing technique.
"Geralt, this is your fortuitous encounter. Continue on your path! The Seven Gods are watching you. May the Holy Mother bless you. "
Richard didn't answer Geralt's questions. He only personally sent him out of the pass and left a meaningful blessing.
After that, Geralt came across another 11 checkpoints. Only six towers had owners.
Their swordsmanship was better than the other. Geralt only won three rounds, and the other three were terrible defeats.
Especially at the second last checkpoint, the one-armed Jaime Lannister in the Golden Lion Armor.
Geralt had the urge to give up on the sword and go home to farm.
It was too much of a blow.
His opponent only faced the setting sun and stood on the tower with his back facing him. He couldn't even hold his sword.
In the end, the Golden Lion's strange aura disappeared, and they still fought.
It was very awkward. Geralt felt that his opponent was like an old instructor, practicing swordsmanship with a child who was learning swordsmanship for the first time.
"In the future, you can try to forget the swordsmanship, or even the precious combat skills you learned from countless life and death battles," the Golden Lion said.
"Using the sword instinctively?" Geralt frowned.
"No, using your heart to hold the sword and using your will to fight."
"I don't understand." Geralt didn't snort, nor did he think that his opponent was fooling him.
It was just that his swordsmanship was too strong.
"Let me ask you, how much weight can you carry?"
"One ton shouldn't be a problem." The inhuman Demon Hunter gave him an inhuman number.
"What about your reflexes? How many stabs can you make in the blink of an eye? "
The Demon Hunter thought for a moment. "Not more than ten stabs."
"Let me ask you again. If an enemy uses two tons of strength and stabs you 20 times in the blink of an eye, crushing you, will you kneel down and kowtow to him out of fear? “
"Of course not. No one can make me feel fear. I will kneel to show my respect, but I will never cowardly kowtow to my opponent, "Geralt said firmly.
"Then, do you understand?"
"Sigh, what do you want to say? Just say it to me. I really can't understand the way you otherworlders think, "the white-haired Demon Hunter said helplessly.
Jaime was embarrassed. He recalled himself in the past.
This conversation had appeared between him and the Dragon Queen. It seemed that he wanted her to say it directly …
The world thought that he broke through to become a demigod with the Divine Comedy. This wasn't wrong, but it was also very wrong.
The essence of the Divine Comedy was a poem, a poem written by Yimont Targaryen about heaven, hell, and the mortal world.
Of course, the Divine Comedy could help Jaime increase his knowledge and accumulate experience. However, the old Yimont himself had to go through the back door to become a saint. How could he write a secret manual that could let others become gods directly?
The Divine Comedy was like a phone that stored the phone numbers of all the big shots in the world!
If he dialed "Hell — Seventh Floor — Cersei," he could communicate with Cersei, who was being tortured in hell, face to face, kill her inner demons, and start a new life. If he dialed "Heaven — Seven Gods — Warrior," he could connect to the God of Swords Danny and ask for advice on swordsmanship.
"Human strength is limited, and so is the speed of movement. In theory, transcendence is also close to the peak of physical techniques. With limited speed, strength, and technique, there is naturally a limit to swordsmanship when wielding the iron sword in one's hand.
This limit is the boundary between mortals and gods.
The mind can be infinitely wide and encompass the world; the mind can be infinitely fast and reach the boundary of the universe in an instant; the will of man is infinitely strong and powerful, able to withstand all the suffering and pain in the world.
Thus, by wielding the sword in one's hand with one's mind and will, one's swordsmanship has broken through the limit. "
"It makes sense and is thought-provoking. I have a deep understanding of it, but …" Geralt sighed. "I don't know what to do."
"Didn't I teach you before?"
Geralt was stunned and muttered, "Forget the moves and experience, hold the sword with your heart, and swing it with your will."
"Yes."
"Why do you want to teach me swordsmanship?" Geralt was puzzled.
"The intersection of planets is dangerous, but also an opportunity. For mortals, we can exchange battle techniques; for higher-level beings, they can exchange laws.
The so-called exchange is to take out something precious and exchange it for something of equal value. "
"I don't have anything precious to give you." Geralt frowned.
"It's not you, it's your world. The will of your world has already opened the door to the great beings of our world.
If you still don't understand, you can continue south. In the City of Everwinter, someone will explain it to you in more detail. "
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