Chapter 18 Very Sunny

"My name is Geralt, Geralt the White Wolf."

The stranger said his name, smiled and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

A boy about eleven or twelve years old sitting opposite him quickly changed seats and sat inside.

Geralt was wearing a worn leather jacket, the pocket seams untied and hanging down a little, he had bandages around his neck and shoulders, and on his chest was a gray round metal plate on a silver chain with a ferocious wolf's head carved on it.

He had two weapons on his back, and Crown guessed they were one-handed swords.

The child was dressed similarly, but he only carried a weapon on his back, which made his outfit look a bit strange.

It's interesting to talk business with me.

Although Clown didn't sense any ill intention from the other party, he couldn't help but reach into his coat pocket.

When he touched the warm gun body, he felt much more at ease.

He sat down confidently, put the medicine box on his lap, and said firmly: "You are a foreigner, you don't even know what I do. Tell me, what business can we discuss?"

If you can't explain it clearly, I'll just walk away.

Geralt didn't answer him directly. Instead, he shouted at the counter: "Boss, give my friend a glass of good rye beer too."

"We can drink and talk," the man smiled.

Although his hair is completely white, he should be around thirty years old.

Abel, the waiter at the tavern, moved quickly. He came to the table with a ceramic cup in his hand. "Gentlemen, this is our best rye beer. 20 coppers a cup."

Geralt reached into his bosom, pulled out a small bag, and counted out 21 copper coins and handed them over. "The extra is your tip."

Abel's eyes lit up, he put down the pottery cup and took the copper coin with both hands: "Merciful sir, may the Lord of Fire illuminate your way forward."

"The world is getting darker, and the Lord of Fire may not have the time to illuminate us."

The child muttered very quietly, but in the noisy room, Crown heard it clearly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, 'Non-believers? Or are they believers of other gods?'

In this world where gods demonstrate their power, non-believers are synonymous with pagans. Clown himself is a pseudo-believer. He does not believe that gods have time to respond to human prayers, but he still prays when he goes to church.

Thinking of this, he lost his patience. No matter which type of people these two were, he didn't want to continue dealing with them.

Pagans were suppressed by all the churches of the gods, and followers of other gods did not necessarily have any peculiar customs, so if someone said the wrong thing, two people might end up in a fistfight.

The white-haired man in front of him was strong and muscular, and with the scar on his face, he looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

As if not noticing the impatience on his face, Geralt pushed the ceramic cup of fine dark beer in front of him: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to make friends."

Do you think I believe it? If someone is too attentive to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief! Clown said nothing, staring at the white-haired man with burning eyes.

"Haha, don't look at me like that," Geralt said, smiling, "I have a very keen sense of smell. I smell a kind of herb in the box you brought, and I just need it."

Herbs? There is only one kind of herb in my medicine box. You can smell it through two layers of wooden boxes. You are a dog! A hint of surprise flashed in Clown's eyes.

"Black sage. I happen to need some more. I'm buying in bulk at 50 silver coins per plant."

Hearing the other party say this, he sat up straight and said tentatively: "Not for sale, but you can exchange it for the petals of blue tulips."

"Boiling Blood Potion? Blue tulips are more expensive than sage, but I have no use for this magical plant and I don't have any in stock."

A smile spread across Clown's face. It was confirmed that the other party was a mysterious person! How could an ordinary person know about a potion like the Boiling Blood Potion?

He pointed to the door behind the man and asked, "I don't have much stock on hand, and I haven't been out collecting herbs these days. Have you asked the merchants here?"

"The Giselles' price was too high. They treated me like a pig and slaughtered me. We couldn't reach an agreement."

Good news, we met two groups of people from a mysterious world!

Crown took a sip of dark beer, pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have a business deal to discuss with the Giselles, and it will be done soon. In any case, I will leave two black sage plants for you. Can you wait for me for a while?"

He was also concerned about the sales of common medicines. Those things were very practical and no discerning businessman would miss them.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The Gisai were a wandering people who had seen as much as they had seen in the places they had visited, and Clown believed the potion could be sold for a good price.

"No problem, we'll live in this pub. There are no attractive girls here. I'll drink until the pub closes before going to bed."

Geralt raised his glass and smiled a smile that every man could understand.

Nodding slightly, Crown replied with a smile: "I just ordered two more roasted lamb legs, and I will share them with my new friends later."

He slung the strap of the medicine box over his shoulder and headed for the back door.

The wooden door stained with black oil opened and closed again, and Geralt's bright eyes dimmed: "Alan, do you hate me for causing you and me to be expelled from Kaer Morhen? We have no channels to replenish potions now. You can't delay the Trial of Green Grass any longer, but so far I haven't found an alchemist to make potions for you."

"Teacher, how could I hate you? If it weren't for you, I would have died at the claws of monsters when I was five years old, just like my family." The boy stopped eating and said solemnly, "No matter what you become, in my heart you are the upright and fearless hero who keeps his promise and takes it as his duty to eradicate monsters!"

There was a relieved smile in the white-haired man's eyes, but his heart felt even more bitter.

He sighed slowly, his thoughts drifting back to the night when the strange thing happened. "Teacher, teacher," the boy's call brought the man back to consciousness.

"Teacher, why did you stop that big brother from proposing a deal? For you now, black sage can no longer meet your needs, and I haven't done the Green Grass Trial yet, so I don't need black sage."

Geralt closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he opened his eyes: "I feel a very comfortable feeling on him. How should I put it? Well, sunshine. He gives me the feeling of standing in the sun on a winter day. The light is warm but not strong. Everything is beautiful."

"I didn't feel anything," Alan muttered and continued to eat.

The lamb stewed with potatoes, pepper and thyme made the boy, who had been sleeping outdoors for many days, cry with greed.

(End of this chapter)