It was unlike any pub Hermione had ever seen.
There are very few wine barrels.
Even the shabbiest Hog's Head pub has plenty of barrels.
There were some rotten-looking food hanging on the wall, as well as some incomprehensible decorations.
She poked her head in.
It exudes a kind of "clear stupidity" that is self-evident in the eyes of people of this era.
People born in times of peace are completely different from those born in times of chaos.
Several people sitting in the corner exchanged glances.
A very young looking demon hunter, with a clean complexion and only a tiny, almost negligible scar on his face that looked more like a fall.
Demon Hunters are tough opponents.
But he only has one.
And young...
"Young" is not a good word in a place like Weiren. It means inexperience and easy to deal with.
He didn't even have a weapon.
The back is bare - rumor has it that the witcher hangs his two swords there.
The lady following the witcher...
They thought it was a sorceress at first.
After all, the only ones who can hang out with the demon hunters are those guys.
But it doesn't look like it.
They had heard rumors about sorceresses, that those guys were mean, cautious, and unkind, but this lady looked so innocent, and her eyes were so clear. They dared to guarantee that even the noble women in Novigrad and Oxburgh could not have such innocent and clear eyes.
The daughter of some big shot?
I encountered some troubles, so I found a demon hunter - although those deformed guys are scary, they are indeed professional in solving problems, but the price is not cheap.
Not the Bloody Baron's daughter.
They had seen the young girl before. Her appearance was considered outstanding in a place like Weiren, but she was nothing compared to the one in front of them.
Even more noble than aristocrats.
They determine each other's thoughts.
Staggered to his feet.
This is Velen, a place where laws, morals, and other human-related things are not covered.
A young, unarmed demon hunter, a beautiful noblewoman without guards, and she could easily pull out gold...
What a suitable prey.
"Hey, brother, where are you from?" A man came over and the smell of alcohol filled the air as soon as he opened his mouth.
Harry looked over.
He was a rare fat man, nearly five and four-fifths feet tall, considered a strong man in Velen. He was wearing leather armor and had a long sword hanging from his waist.
"I don't have time to deal with you right now." Harry glanced at them, shook his head and continued looking at the map.
"Hey, what's this lady's name?" someone whistled, "Why is she with a freak?"
"Isn't it nice to be with normal people?"
They laughed.
"I heard that witchers can't have children. Is that right?" Seeing that Harry didn't move, someone laughed even more wildly, "Hey, lady, why don't you come with us..."
Harry knocked on the table, interrupting them: "Hermione."
Hermione pulled out her wand.
She remembered what Harry had just said.
"It's no different here than the Middle Ages. We've abandoned all preconceptions about laws and rules..."
Don't be soft-hearted.
And these guys even insulted Harry.
"Shut your mouth!" Hermione said fiercely.
The group laughed even more wildly: "A small wooden stick, what is this? Is this your weapon? It's as small as you, lady."
Cleaned up.
Hermione chanted the spell.
The person who was laughing the happiest was mumbling, unable to speak, and bubbles were coming out of his mouth.
"It's the sorceress!" someone spoke.
"Hey, you evil guy." Without hesitation, they drew their weapons and put away their teasing expressions. "Hurry up and undo your magic."
Hermione waved her wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
A red light shot out and hit a man, knocking him away. The long sword flew up and stuck hard into the wall.
The pub was silent for a moment.
Suddenly, they screamed in fear and fled in all directions.
The boss experiencedly shrank under the counter to protect his head.
Two men rushed forward, slashing with their swords, stabbing at Hermione.
The other person has no past.
He lunged at Harry.
A demon hunter without weapons - no matter how powerful he is, what is he...
He just pounced.
The long sword was raised high.
Harry looked back and raised his hand in a gesture.
Alder!
The seal stirred up a gust of wind, blowing the man backwards.
He then snapped his fingers, and the cup that had just been drunk on the table twisted into a sharp knife. It flew out with a whoosh, breaking through the air and piercing the throat of the man who was still flying backwards in the air.
With a "puff", blood spurted out.
Then with a "clang" sound, the knife and the corpse were nailed to the wall, and only the tail of the knife was trembling, making a lingering sound.
In the blink of an eye, he died.
The remaining three people, including Hermione, didn't react and just stared at the corpse.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
Wasn't the killing a bit too decisive?
"Letting them go will cause trouble." Harry said succinctly, "A very rich but soft-hearted couple, even if they covet them, they won't get into too much trouble. At most they'll get beaten up."
Hermione understood.
The world is different and the rules are different.
Put yourself in their shoes. If you were a robber or a thief, you would definitely enjoy harassing such people.
Having money means big profits.
Good heart means a good heart.
If you fail, at most you will be beaten up.
If successful, it's a lot of money.
She raised her wand.
The Transfiguration spell was cast, and the table turned into vines, entwining the three people.
Killing people is usually what black magic represents.
but……
It is not that white magic cannot harm others.
Hermione waved her wand again, her hand trembling slightly, and like Harry, the three cups on the table turned into knives, and she aimed at the necks of the three people and stabbed them fiercely.
This was the first time she had done this.
The accuracy is not good enough.
After repeated stabbings, the three men's breaths finally stopped.
Harry didn't help.
Bang!
She lifted the magic, and the three bodies fell heavily to the ground.
"Not feeling well?" Harry waved his hand and another glass of wine flew over from the counter and was handed to Hermione.
Hermione's face turned pale. She took the glass and took a big sip. She was still a little trembling, but shook her head firmly: "No, I'm just not used to it. It's just like the first time I saw the Dementors. It will be fine after a while."
She thought of something.
She raised her wand and cast the Patronus Charm, and the silver-white lioness landed and tangled around her feet.
Her face gradually regained color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Four bodies.
This was their first day in this world, and also the first time they met someone.
"Can we continue on tonight?" Harry asked her.
Hermione nodded: "Of course it's no problem, I'm not injured."
She clenched her fists.
I'm not that fragile.
You've been prepared for this, haven't you?