Harry looked at Ciri, his eyes sharpening: "Eyes and ears of the Wild Hunt?"

Ciri nodded.

"Something that can communicate directly with the Wild Hunt?" Harry demanded.

Ciri answered for him: "Of course, Imlerith, do you know him?"

"The commander?" Harry's voice deepened.

Ciri nodded again.

Imlerith, an elite warrior, is the commander of the Wild Hunt and Eredin's confidant.

He is very powerful.

So powerful that he often becomes the protagonist of Geralt's nightmares, manipulating the arrival of the demon ship called "Najjirfar".

"Is he still in Velen?" Harry asked quietly. "Will he still be there?"

Ciri shook her head: "I don't know, but Avallac'h said that Ilereth is a person who easily indulges in carnal desires, and wine and sex are the things he cannot live without in his life."

"And the old witch flatters him and provides him with many things he needs."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

so……

Is it because of this reason that Anna was targeted by the old witches?

"There is a chance that she will show up." Ciri clenched the cup.

"What chance?" Harry asked.

Ciri took a deep breath and said, "Witches' Night Meeting."

Um?

This was the first time Harry had heard the word.

"In Velen, the old witches are called the Lady of the Forest." Ciri said patiently, "Every year they hold a grand party on Bald Tree Mountain."

"Local residents will receive an invitation letter that cannot be refused."

"Not just humans, many creatures do this, especially female night demons who are the most popular."

"The old witch will select the three most beautiful guests from among these visitors and bring them to the mountain. Both men and women are welcome. When the night party is over, they will have no memory of that night, leaving only a vague and beautiful impression, as if they were reborn."

The cause and effect are there, so what will be the outcome for these three beautiful men and women...it goes without saying.

Imlerith ate them.

And forget their memories.

This is a crime!

Harry deadpanned, "It seems like his taste is a little unique, can it be for both men and women?"

Ciri spread her hands: "Even if Ilerith is summoned back by Eredin, he will not miss this opportunity. Ain'el will not give him such an indulgent opportunity."

"This is indeed a good opportunity." Harry said softly, "But Ciri, do you know what time it is outside?"

Ciri was startled and frowned: "When I was sent to the Misty Island, it was already autumn."

"At this point, there are still two months left until the end of the year." Harry shook his head. "To spend so much time waiting for the Witches' Night, to try my luck, to gamble on the chance that Imlerith may or may not come..."

This is unrealistic.

Ciri shook her head.

Time does not allow.

She raised her hand and rubbed her face. It was different from the situation before she was hidden in the Misty Island.

Before that, I need time to hide and escape from the Wild Hunt.

But now... Harry said they have the power to deal with the Wild Hunt, and there is also a dark wizard who attempts to master the power of the Hoarfrost, and is allied with the Wild Hunt, even if they are not working together. This means that they need to cut the Gordian knot and deal with these troubles that they are capable of solving as soon as possible.

Wait two months?

Too long.

"Okay, then let's go back first..." Ciri thought and shook his head helplessly.

Harry waved his wand and stuffed Caranthiare back into the hat: "No, why go back?"

"Maybe, we can't wait until the witches' night meeting, but that doesn't mean we have no chance."

If it were just ordinary Wild Hunt officers, Harry would approve of the idea of ​​going back.

But… that was Imlerith.

He already had a Caranthir in his hands, the Navigators had lost their leader, and if he captured an Ilerith, the Wild Hunt Knights would also lose their leader. Eredin had lost his left and right arms.

This is very important.

Hermione poked him gently in the waist.

Harry held her hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't use the Imperius Curse."

Hermione reversed her grip.

Ciri covered her eyes: "Harry, now is not the time to talk about love."

"We are leaving, returning to Temeria."

"Do you need me to open the portal for you?"

Harry stood up: "Let me do it. We can land precisely at the Baron's house, or even on his table."

Ciri's expression turned strange: "I don't think this is an interesting experience for the Baron."

"He will probably agree with you." Harry nodded.

Hermione waved her wand and put away the things skillfully, and Ciri was quick to grab another dessert.

"Put your hands on my shoulders." Harry reminded Ciri, "Hold on tight, don't let go."

He held out his hand to Hermione and they shook it.

Ciri clutched Harry's shoulders tightly.

He flicked his wand.

Several dwarfs nearby were struggling and trying to make as many noises as possible.

Don't go!

There are still people here, alive!

"I almost forgot about you." Harry glanced over and pointed his wand.

The four dwarfs who were guarding the sleeping princess were untied and they screamed in fear.

In their shouting.

Harry waved his wand, and with a snap, he disappeared.

Crow's Nest.

The Baron sat in the room, staring at the empty bottle in front of him, supporting his drooping cheeks with his hands. He was very proud and proud that he had quit drinking for a whole day and sixteen hours!

There was a slight snapping sound.

The baron looked up in surprise: "Demon hunter, you should have some manners."

"Sorry, I don't understand." Harry said confidently. After landing, he looked at the bottle of wine on the table. "Just finished drinking?"

Ciri rubbed her head and squatted down in pain: "Harry, you should have told me, my God, is this your teleportation spell? It's so painful!"

Much more painful than the warlocks' teleport spells.

The world was spinning and I felt like my intestines were eating my stomach.

"No, I'm quitting drinking. I haven't touched alcohol for a day." The baron slammed the table and shouted loudly, "This is Ciri? Have you found Ciri?"

"Yes, Philip." Ciri looked up, "I have been found."

The Baron looked at Harry in surprise.

But he didn't dare to utter that question from his own mouth.

Having been rejected so many times, he was afraid to ask the question himself, and the answer that came out of Harry's mouth was still a rejection.

"Baron, we should have a good talk now. How much should I be paid for rescuing your wife?" Harry said softly.

The baron was even more surprised: "Now you finally have time?"

"Demon Hunter, I can give you whatever reward you want, no matter how much."

Harry said nothing, but raised his hand and clenched his fist, leaving only his little finger exposed.

"You just sold it to me, how about 700 crowns?" The Baron immediately understood what Harry meant, took a breath, and subconsciously bargained.

Harry said, "If it were crowns, it would be eight hundred and five."

"Deal." The baron agreed readily, "As long as Anna can be rescued, I have no problem."

"So, where's Anna?"