The refugees looked at Hermione eagerly.

They moved their feet involuntarily and gathered towards her.

It was dusk.

They didn't see Harry and Hermione's exact appearance.

But vaguely, the smell almost pierced through the darkness.

A young, clean girl who seems to have almost no life experience.

There was also a young boy beside him.

That boy looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

But...it doesn't matter.

They were obviously the kind of aristocratic children who came out alone to play and see the world. Even if the boy was not easy to mess with, the men and women who were in love would become weak as a community if one of them showed even a hint of weakness, and weak young people were the easiest to control.

As long as you hold her thighs, you can pass this level.

The refugees are like hyenas.

Hermione looked at them and pulled out her wand.

Before coming into this world, she naively thought that these people were honest, dutiful, and at least kind.

But not now.

Harry said that people in this world cannot be trusted easily.

It was not uncommon for him to be suddenly stabbed in the back when he had agreed on a commission with them and was about to deliver the task. It was easy to encounter such a thing during a witcher's long journey. He, Geralt, and Vesemir had all experienced it, and more than once.

A considerable number of these seemingly harmless people are cunning and even vicious.

Especially this group of people who are eager to escape from Velen and go to a safer place.

There is nothing that cannot be done in order to survive.

Among those who came running, there was a bright look in their eyes.

Hermione saw it clearly.

It was greed, excitement, and the look of one who saw prey - or the kind of prey that was injured and seemed doomed to be unable to escape.

They thought that their "prey" was themselves.

"Back off," she shouted.

But the refugees ignored her and did not take her seriously. What kind of threat could a young woman holding a small wooden stick pose?

Hermione didn't hesitate.

With a gentle wave, he chanted the spell.

“There are so many obstacles!”

A circle of invisible obstacles blocked their way.

The wrist then shook.

"The flames are blazing!"

A circle of orange flames leaped out, drawing a line of flame in front of the group of refugees.

Hermione said nothing more.

He stood beside the horse, staring at the group of people across the short wall of fire.

"She, she is a sorceress." Someone said in a horrified voice.

Harry looked back.

The flames turned his amber eyes into a dazzling gold.

"There are also demon hunters." The group of people became even more frightened.

Damn it…

How could he be such a nobody when he looks so easy to bully?

They were terrified and moved their feet. Some of them could not control their expressions and began to lean their heads and look further ahead.

"Put away the information in your head, Remy." Harry spoke slowly, pointing out the name of the person who had poked his head out.

When his name was called out, he became even more panicked: "You, you know me?"

Harry shook his head. "No, but I can tell you what's going on in your heads."

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The horse turned to stone and fell back into his hands, and the flames squirmed and took the form of a petrified chicken snake, coiling at his feet.

"Remi, there is a witch hunter ahead. Do you want to report our whereabouts to him in exchange for the qualification to enter Novigrad?" Harry continued, "And there are Apu, Jutka, Mike..."

He glanced over.

He looked into the eyes of each person, accurately reading out their names and their inner thoughts.

They became even more terrified.

"Don't do anything unwise or troublesome, okay?" Harry said softly, "We can't be stopped by just a few Redanian soldiers guarding the bridge and those witch hunters."

"or……"

"Do you think you can get away after telling on someone?"

He waved his hand, and the flame shrank into a small ball and fell into his palm.

"Respected witcher, we swear not to tell anyone about this sorceress." One person raised his hand, his voice trembling.

Others complied.

Harry looked at them one by one, and stopped at one person. "What about you, Stone?"

The person named looked at Harry in horror.

"You don't seem willing to make this promise." Harry said softly, with flames flying in his hands. "I guess I have to let you keep this secret forever?"

The man with the cunning face shook his head in fear: "No, no, no, respected demon hunter, I swear, I will not reveal it."

At the beginning, they still had the idea of ​​​​pretending to obey but secretly disobeying.

But now, I dare not do it anymore.

This demon hunter is so scary that he can see into their inner thoughts.

Harry waved his hand.

The crowds of people, birds and animals quickly retreated and retreated into their carriage tents.

"It seems that you are beginning to adapt to this world." Harry said softly.

Hermione shook her head and curled her lips, her tone somewhat self-blaming: "I am still inexperienced. Shouldn't I have cast the spell just now?"

Harry led her forward: "No, shocking them is the best way."

"It's just that the next place we're going to is Novigrad."

"That is the place most deeply affected by the Eternal Flame. That sect is extremely hostile to warlocks and non-human races. Finding Ciri is the most important thing. If we conflict with them before that, it would be a waste of time."

"Then should I go back and cast another Forgetfulness Charm?" Hermione thought thoughtfully.

Harry shook his head: "No."

"I just used Legilimency to confirm their thoughts. Those people don't have the guts."

"Magic can also be used openly."

"I put a month's supply of Polyjuice Potion in the Sorting Hat. You can choose Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Skeeter, or even Professor Trelawney."

They walked on the bridge.

Several witch hunters sitting on the bridge saw Harry and spat at him unceremoniously.

There were also soldiers who cursed and swore.

Hermione frowned.

Harry was unmoved. This familiar feeling even made him feel a little warm.

Wait until the end of the bridge.

"Stop." A Redanian soldier stepped forward. "No passage here."

Harry pulled two passes from his robes and handed them over.

"Monster Hunter?" The Redanian soldier was suspicious. He took the two passes and checked them carefully. "They don't look fake."

He glanced at Hermione again.

His voice became gentler: "It seems you have received a good commission, demon hunter."

"Okay, you are allowed to pass."

He waved his hand and the door behind the bridge opened.

Harry led Hermione through the outpost, walked out, conjured the horses again, and headed towards Novigrad.

"They don't like you, just because you're a witcher?" Hermione sat behind Harry, hugged his waist, and looked back at the outpost, puzzled.