Chapter 38 Conversation (Page 2/2)

"As for the two griffin eggs, I plan to sell one to Kalkstein to complete his commission."

"The other one, I want to keep for experiments, to see if I can tame a griffin."

Having said that, Frank turned his head to look at the messy griffin nest, then looked at the huge griffin corpse, thought for a few seconds and said:

"It's getting late today, I'll wait until tomorrow to hire someone to help me dismember the griffin's body."

"The materials on the griffin can still be sold for a lot of money."

"This kind of monster has a strong sense of territory, there should be no wild beasts around who dare to come over, it should be fine to leave the corpse for one night."

Priscilla nodded when she heard this, walked to a distance of seven or eight meters away from Frank, and did not approach anymore.

The poet lady's tone was somewhat regretful:

"I didn't expect you to complete this commission so easily, Frank."

"It's completely different from what I expected. I thought there would be a big battle like the one recorded in the poem."

"In the end, you used a trap to deal with the griffin just like dealing with an ordinary beast in the forest."

"Sure enough, there is still a big gap between reality and poetry. Those great poets all beautified the details of the story."

Frank heard this and sneered at Priscilla's regret. While leading the way with his own spoils, he said to Priscilla in a serious tone:

"You'd better give up this idea now, Priscilla."

"As a bard, you should understand the difference between reality and stories better than ordinary people."

"If you still blindly pursue romance, excitement and grand scenes in the future."

"One day, you will put yourself in an unsolvable dangerous situation."

At this point, Frank looked back at Priscilla's young and tender beautiful face, and felt that the poet lady was still too young and had not had time to accept the torture of reality.

For the cruel world of the wizarding world, this is a very dangerous behavior.

Seeing that Priscilla seemed to be lost in thought, Frank continued with a calm expression:

"Now that our commission has been completed, we will set off for Oxburgh tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"As a future partner, Miss Priscilla, I hope you can understand one thing."

"We witchers, after all, are just warriors who are slightly stronger than ordinary people. We will feel pain if we are injured, and we will die if we are killed."

"You may have heard in some stories that we witchers have often faced death and danger since our apprenticeship period."

"Probably less than three out of ten children can survive to adulthood."

"Especially after the dissolution of the witcher cult, most witchers died in the process of conquering monsters."

"The number of witchers who can survive to this day may be less than twenty in total."

"And in today's world, because the number of monsters is decreasing and humans are getting stronger and stronger, witchers are almost being eliminated by the times." "

The remaining witchers are just a group of ordinary people struggling to survive."

At this point, Frank's voice became a little sad, and the memories of the original owner involuntarily emerged in his mind.

"My teacher once told me when I was an apprentice."

"Demon hunters are not heroes, never have been."

"So, don't have too high expectations on us. We are just a group of pitiful people."