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After bidding farewell to the dwarves, the female search team continued to move eastward, trying to reach the destination before the war could find the door.

From several woodsmen and refugees met on the road, the group further confirmed the information provided by the dwarf:

A defeated general led by the "White Queen" Mi Wei of Livia and Leiria is fighting a guerrilla war with the Nilfgads in the lush forests of the Anglin area!

"I believe this is welcome news!" The poet seemed more excited and grateful. "Even if the farmers remember the coat of arms incorrectly, we are unlikely to encounter the Temurian army. Even if we meet the guerrillas, we can do it. Muddle through."

"Yes, it's possible." The demon hunter calmed the emotions of the radish under his crotch, and echoed: "However, we still don't always want to try our luck."

Regis asked curiously, "But aren't they your fellow villagers? Don't they all call you "Geralt of Livia"?"

"Correct, I call myself so to make the name more decent, and the employer will trust me more."

Hearing that, Lu Qi, who was feeding the young griffin in the cage with raw meat, could not help but nodded in agreement.

Geralt's approach is a kind of compromise to the secular.

In this medieval magical world where families and titles, fame and honor are valued, the meaning of a resounding name is very important.

"I see, then why did you choose Livia?" Regis smiled slightly, and then asked.

"I got a few sticks, wrote a few names that sounded impressive, and then drawn lots. This is a suggestion from my instructor, but this is something later. At first I insisted on naming it "Geralt. Roger Erik du Haut Bellegarde". But Vesemir thinks the name is ridiculous, arrogant, and extremely stupid. So..."

Geralt’s naming method is like a modern person, naming it "Napoleon Charlie Da Vinci Beethoven xxx", which is like a pile of unrelated celebrity names. Shocking, also very secondary.

After replenishing the picture, Lu Qi immediately shook his head, throwing out the messy thoughts, and said casually:

"I have to say, your mentor is absolutely right."

. . .

Without the interruption of the army and the cruelty of war, this journey to find Xili seems more like an outing in the wild.

However, reality always likes to pick this kind of moment when you think everything will be better, and give your face a big uppercut...

When the female search team came to the abandoned woodcutter's hut and planned to spend the night, a little red Milva in the team pulled Regis into the forest.

When the vampire came back alone and boiled some unpleasant herbs in the pot, he summoned the other members into the hut and told them a hot news:

Milva is pregnant!

"What?!" After the poet exclaimed, he and Lu Qi simultaneously looked at Geralt.

"Why are you looking at me?" The demon hunter stared back angrily, and then defended: "I haven't done anything."

"Indeed, the culprit is not among us, she has been pregnant for ten weeks."

"Nevertheless, this suddenly became our responsibility. Moreover, she must eat regularly and get enough sleep. She will soon be unable to ride a horse. So, gentlemen, husbands and fathers, this problem needs to be solved urgently."

Looking at the three people who were thinking about it, Regis immediately said:

"In fact, this problem is neither serious nor serious. It depends on the choice. Milva asked me to dispense her with a powerful potion. She seems to think this is the solution."

"Did you dispense her medicine?"

Regis pursed his lips. "If you don't tell the other fathers, make the decision? Of course not."

Geralt frowned, pressed his swollen temples, and asked a little irritably:

"Then you called us together, are you planning to let us vote? For what? Agree, and all pass?"

"You know exactly why this is." The deep eyes of the vampire met the cat eyes of the demon hunter and said: "You have also noticed that something must be done. I do it for this, I think, that's it. Is what we should do."

"Too **** right. But, you want me to go? I can't do it, I am totally unsuitable for this kind of role."

Unlike Dandrien, who was blindfolded, Lu Qi easily heard Regis's thoughts from the conversation between the two.

Obviously, Regis wanted Geralt to persuade Mirva not to destroy the child.

Thinking of this, Lu Qi stretched out his hand and patted the Demon Hunter on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"I think, Geralt, you should do this. Although Mirva is rude sometimes. But, at this time, she is a fragile woman, a mother, and needs a man with broad shoulders. Give support and comfort."

"Damn..."

After cursing in a low voice, the witcher got up, walked out of the hut, and walked towards the forest...

About half an hour later, the witcher came back alone again.

"How's it going?"

"What I can do, I have done it."

In the early morning of the next day, when everyone embarked on the journey again, Mirva rode ahead on horseback, his face calm and smiling.

For this result, the others who were slightly behind on horseback all smiled inexplicably...

. . .

After persuading Mirva to leave the child in his stomach, the female search team soon came to the Yaruga River.

On the opposite side of the river is the occupied area of ​​the Nilfgaard Empire and their destination-the Anglin area.

Among the willow trees, they found a ferry, and the unlucky boatman and his helper hiding in the bushes.

Under the successive threats of beautiful archers, vampires, and poets, the miserable punter could only succumb.

With the uneasy horses skillfully catching up to the ferry, Lu Qi did not forget to use the spiritual link to tell the little griffin in the cage not to be naughty.

As long as they cross the Yarlunga River and reach the other side of the river, they are not far from the Kaide Du Forest where the druids are located.

However, some people do not intend to let them cross the river so easily...

"The gods are on! We are done!"

Accompanied by the wailing of the boatman~www.ltnovel.com~ in the alpine forest on the other side, there was a loud sound of horseshoes, and various armors flickered in the forest.

After a while, the river embankment was filled with cavalry.

"Nivgaards! We are dead! Gods, save us!"

"That's not the emperor team, the armor color is not like the Nilfgaard..."

However, the boatman, who had messed up his hands and feet, did not hear the poet's muttering. He took up a hatchet without hesitation, then connected the ferry to the traction cable on the opposite bank and cut it off!

In the next second, Lu Qi's shout was long overdue:

"Don't cut it off!"

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