Chapter 37 Griffin (Page 1/2)
In April 1263, in the open field outside the White Orchard, a large griffin with colorful feathers suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed a wounded sheep, and then flew away.
This incident caused a small commotion among the villagers, but soon it was quickly calmed down because no one was injured and no one lost property.
As for Frank and others who took the initiative to cause this attack, they had already followed the griffin's trail and entered the forest to the west.
The terrain of the White Orchard is flat, not the steep peaks and cliffs of the Mahakam Mountains, and the location of the griffin's nest is just a fairly ordinary forest. Hunters often hunt game on the outskirts of this forest, so some people have witnessed the traces of griffins flying. The
griffin is extremely fast and has an air advantage. It took nearly two hours to track it all the way.
Because there was a hunter who was familiar with the local environment leading the way, Frank and others did not take many detours and soon entered the heart of the forest.
"I didn't expect the griffin to really take the bait. Master Frank, what kind of herbs did you use on that sheep that are so attractive to the griffin?"
The hunter who led the way looked only in his thirties, a strong and healthy age. However, as ordinary people, they were all afraid of the extremely ferocious monsters like griffins.
Hearing the hunter's question, Frank just responded with a few words and didn't pay much attention.
"This is a unique formula of the demon hunter. Even if I tell you, you can't recognize these herbs."
He was concentrating on using the demon hunter's senses at this time to find the way through the clues left on the griffin and the sheep. He really couldn't be distracted.
Hearing Frank's perfunctory answer, the hunter didn't take it to heart.
He was originally bored on the road and asked casually. If it weren't for the thirty orens of bounty promised by the lord, he would not participate in such a dangerous thing.
Seeing that the witcher was unwilling to pay attention to him, the hunter changed the subject and simply turned to the bard Priscilla who was following behind the two and asked:
"Miss Priscilla, you are obviously a bard, why do you want to participate in the commission of hunting griffins?"
"You can obviously make money by singing. The lord and his family like the poems you sing so much and always invite you to banquets. Why do you want to do such rude and dangerous things with the witcher? I really can't understand it."
Priscilla smiled slightly when she heard it and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
As a girl, although she started traveling everywhere at a very young age, her physical strength is still not comparable to that of hunters and witchers who often hunt.
Mountaineering is a very physically demanding thing, but even though it is hard, Priscilla has never complained.
With a trace of persistence and yearning on her face, she said in a beautiful voice:
"Mr. Hunter, as an excellent bard, I have passed the stage of learning poetry from books."
"I now understand that if I want to create a poem that will be sung by thousands of people and last for a long time, it must be a legendary story that I have personally experienced and has something to say."
"Although I have seen records about griffins in books."
"But if I don't see such a ferocious creature with my own eyes, I can't write a poem about griffins."
Hearing Priscilla's answer, the hunter couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration, and even Frank, who was walking in the front, turned back to look at the poetess.
He admired her spirit.
The hunter who led the way had obviously never met such an excellent lady, and immediately said attentively:
"Wow! Your professionalism is really admirable."
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