And it's not just Ace, another old friend of his is still with him.

The lion-headed sword named "Sward" by House shone brightly, and with a horizontal slash in mid-air, he tore a water ghost that was rushing towards him into two halves. Then he used the thick plate armor to resist the sharp teeth of another water ghost, grabbed the opponent's chin and stabbed the sword through the opponent's chest.

Using it to kill water ghosts is like letting a precious sword get covered in dust, House thought.

But it doesn't matter, old man. In the future, the Earl will definitely encounter more enemies, more dangerous enemies, and we have plenty of opportunities to show our skills.

Levin didn't know why House suddenly became so excited and could run so fast even in such thick armor.

However, this young man from Brochilon Town was not a warrior by nature. He did not have House's excitement to snatch the enemy, nor did he have Milva's strong desire to show off. The fewer enemies he had, the better.

Levin nimbly dodged the attack of the water ghosts and killed the last one with a backhand knife, ending the battle. Then he searched the beach while on guard and soon found the target of everyone.

"My Lord, I found the child's... body."

They even took some time to put the kid back together.

Lan pointed at "York Jon" and said to Leo, "Your friend, take care of yourself."

Little Leo suddenly looked miserable.

But the boy did not refuse.

The group rode back to the white fruit orchard again. The rumbling of horses' hooves attracted the attention of many villagers. They saw a group of people rushing straight towards the beekeeper's family, and they couldn't help whispering to each other.

"Has it been found...Jon of York? Is this Lord Lannister really as the rumors say..."

"No, no, I think this gentleman may be getting more and more angry and wants to go and settle the score with the beekeeper."

"I can't tell...wait, is that Leo?"

Arriving at the beekeeper's home, House, at Lane's signal, slammed hard on the wooden door, and heard the beekeeper's drunken voice from inside:

"Who is the one who got the plague? I have no honey left. The lord took all my honey as tax!"

The sweet smell of honey mixed with the unpleasant smell of alcohol hit the beekeeper in the face. He slammed the wooden door open with a ferocious look on his face, and then his drunken face froze.

House sneered, "After causing such a big disaster, your lord is merciful by not hanging you."

The beekeeper collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely. "My Lord Earl, please have mercy on me... By the way, the law has deprived the king of the right to hang me, and you can't do it either... You can't do it either, right?"

Everyone looked inside the house, and except for the beekeeper, his wife was also frightened and knelt on the ground.

She was not thin, but her exposed arms and neck were covered with bruises, pinch marks, and even tiny bloody wounds.

There was a broken wine bottle on the ground, and some glass shards were visible in the folds of his wife's clothes.

Lann's lion eyes looked at the beekeeper coldly. It was such a person who could unjustly kill a solitary witcher who traveled all over the country in the original book.

The beekeeper was stared at by those emotionless eyes and had no strength to defend himself. He really thought that Lann was here to settle the score, so he could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy over and over again.

"I'm not here to complain about your offense to me." Lann finally spoke, "I'm here to restore the reputation of the demon hunter."

Leo walked into the house holding a large cloth bag that was half his size and handed it to York June's mother.

The woman seemed to have guessed something. She opened it tremblingly and burst into a heart-wrenching cry.

"Thank you, my lord count, thank you." The beekeeper lay on the ground, not knowing whether it was for himself or for his son.

"Look up and look at me."

The beekeeper heard the count's cold voice and did not dare to disobey. He looked up while trembling, and what caught his eye was a hand glowing white.

"You're not sure it was the witcher who killed your child, are you?"

The beekeeper seemed to have lost his soul: "Yes."

"Then why do you do this?"

"The child is gone. If you catch the witcher, you can give me his horse and sword as compensation."

Lan's eyes twitched. He knew this was a normal phenomenon, but it was this kind of normality that made people draw their swords and look around with confusion.

[Axis Seal] + [Charm], at the same time his magic power value dropped like a pond with the floodgates opened.

"I have judged you, and you must repent for it. Go and tell the truth to everyone you know, and let everyone in White Orchard know the whole story. Otherwise, you will forget all the beekeeping skills. Do you understand?"

The beekeeper's face became full of guilt, and tears slowly flowed from his eyes. "I accept the trial, and I feel deeply regretful. I will confess to everyone I know, and I will let everyone in White Orchard know the truth."

The mana value usually drops to a low point after jumping off a cliff. If the magic power is used with the [Igni] sign, it is enough to reduce the Lord's Mansion in White Orchard to ashes. The two-level [Charm] is barely enough to use for this level of hypnosis.

But worth it.

At this time, the system's sigh came to my ears:

[Mission - Sweet Home - Completed]

Lann had no mood to stay here any longer, so he turned and left.

Only Leo was reluctant to leave. Before he left, he angrily questioned the beekeeper: "Why did you do this? Why did you ask York Jon to do this? How can he collect the debt from Mr. Snake Eyes?"

The beekeeper was still under the influence of the Axis seal. He answered blankly, "I didn't ask York Jon to go out. He disappeared on his own."

Leo widened his eyes and suddenly looked at York Joan's mother in the house. At this moment, she had completely run out of strength to cry and fainted.

"Leo, keep up." Levin saw the boy falling behind and hurriedly urged him.

Before going back to rest, Lane asked House to visit Leo's home and proposed the idea of ​​taking Leo as a servant on his behalf.

The couple didn't know what the Earl saw in Leo, but they were still grateful.

House also followed Lan's orders and proposed that the couple move to Cintra, because according to Lan's memory, Leo became an orphan because Temeria was invaded by Nilfgaard, and was picked up by the Wolf Faction.

Since you have already accepted Leo as your servant, there is no need to be stingy with even a small favor.

Unfortunately, the couple had no worries about food and clothing in White Orchard, Temeria was peaceful, and they had more than one child, Leo, so they rejected the idea of ​​going to the chaotic Cintra.

Lann did not force it. Anyway, he decided to keep Nilfgaard out of Cintra, so the Black Sun Empire would have no chance to reach Temeria, and the couple should not have died early for this reason.

The group walked back to the White Orchard Inn in silence, using wine and food to suppress the various emotions in their hearts.

Finally, after drinking a glass of Vizima beer, Milva asked Lann with a flushed face: "My Lord, the death of that boy... is it because of his mother?"

Lann shook his head. "It doesn't matter. The boy is dead. Maybe his mother wanted him to get the honey money back to make her husband happy and avoid being beaten. Maybe the child was sensible and wanted to relieve his mother's pressure. Maybe he just couldn't stand the atmosphere at home and ran away from home. He wanted to ask Kolgrim for some living expenses before leaving. I have some worse guesses, but they are not important.

The result was that the boy did not return home, but ran to the river outside the village and died. That was all. ”

Milva looked around with hazy eyes, grabbed House and Levin's glasses, and gulped down two more glasses of wine.

House's eyebrows jumped. "Once we drink this glass of wine, it will be gone. We should be frugal now."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Lann and said, "My Lord Earl, Mr. Ens specifically told us before we set out that we are no longer the same as before..."

Lann waved his hand, looked at Milva's distressed expression and asked, "Why, you seem particularly touched?"

Milva's face turned red, she blinked twice, and suddenly leaned on Lann as if she was drunk.

House and Levine both covered their faces.

Milva smelled of birch wood, which mixed with the alcohol and was surprisingly sweet.

"My father... used to be very strict with me. He trained me to use a bow, but I always disappointed him and he always scolded me and made me cry... but I know he loved me." Milva closed her eyes. "Why would there be a father like a beekeeper?"

"It's the same with little Leo's family. I went to his house with House. His parents didn't seem happy for Leo, but rather happy that there was one less mouth to feed. They even wanted a reward... Are they selling their child?"

"My Lord Count, will Cintra be like this in the future?"

Lann sighed and did not answer the drunken waitress. He just picked her up and carried her back to the room.

Time passes and dusk falls.

In Milva's room, the female shooter murmured a few words and rubbed her head against the pillow and quilt from time to time.

As the night deepened, the sounds outside gradually died down.

Suddenly, Milva's ears twitched twice like a female leopard, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

There was a hint of blur in his eyes, and if you didn't look at the slightly blushing face, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was drunk.

Milva sat up and saw the leather armor that the Earl had taken off. The dizziness on her face immediately spread.

But then she saw that her shirt and pants were intact and she curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"cut."

Milva nimbly got out of bed, put on his armor and hunched his back, climbed out of the window as if climbing a tree in the woods, and moved forward along the roof of the hotel.

When she passed by the window of Lann's room, she hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up the tempting idea.

Then she grabbed the window sill and hung her body in the air. She let go and rolled twice on the soft grass to release the impact. She stood up and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

The villagers in the Middle Ages had no nightlife, and they would not even drink too late. The guards had rested because the lord had stepped down, and the new tax collector had not yet taken office. For a while, there was not even a single person in the village.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of something collapsing and the faint cries of livestock in the village, but they soon stopped without disturbing the villagers' dreams.