"Witcher?

It's similar to a bounty hunter."

Marco frowned, confused.

“To be precise, they are similar to bounty hunters in some aspects. They both have suitable rewards and can accept any mission.

But I mainly take on quests related to hunting monsters and monsters. I won’t take on quests that go against my heart.”

Livia explained to Marco.

Marco thought about it and figured out the difference between the two, "That is to say, what you are doing is the same as the heroes in the stories who kill monsters and dragons.

It’s a great career.”

Livia was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands in denial, "That's not the same. Witchers just hunt monsters for a living, it's not a great profession."

Marco pressed on Livia's waving hand and looked at her seriously.

"No need to be modest. In my eyes, this is a great cause and a great profession. I am lucky to have someone like you when monsters are all over the continent now."

"No, no, no, don't say that. I'm not as noble as you think. I'm just..." "Knock, knock, knock." There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting Livia's words. The three looked outside the door. Deron took a step forward, leaned against Marco's side, and asked in a loud voice, "Who is it?"

Marco leaned back slightly, Hu Yong reached for the sword behind him, and ripples came from the shadows.

"Master Delong, it's me, Francis from the Sixth Squad."

"What's going on so late at night?"

"We have investigated some things based on the clues, and the commander asked me to report to the lord."

Deron turned to look at Marco, and Marco nodded expressionlessly.

Delon then looked towards the door and said, "Come in."

"yes."

The door was pushed open and a fully armed soldier walked in. The aura he exuded was similar to that of the two soldiers Hu Yong saw in the tavern, but perhaps a little stronger.

The soldier walked into the room, stopped in the middle of the room, took off his helmet and nodded to Marco, placing his left hand on his right chest.

Marco nodded and signaled the soldier to excuse himself.

"Tell me, what is it that you need to report so urgently?"

The soldier turned and looked at Livia without saying a word.

Marco was a little displeased, "Sir Livia can be trusted, just say whatever you want to say."

The soldier was still a little hesitant, "My Lord, that...

About that matter...” “What matter? Is there anything that cannot be done in my territory...” Marco was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and then lowered his voice, “Is it about that matter?”

The soldier nodded, confirming what Marco was thinking.

Marco sighed, stood up from behind the table and looked at Livia apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have some personal matters to deal with, that..." Livia stood up and raised her hand to interrupt Marco's explanation, "It's okay, Lord, you deal with the matter first. Anyway, I haven't had a good rest for several days. I'll go and rest for a night, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow morning."

Marco bowed to Livia, "Thank you for your understanding."

Then he straightened up and turned back to give the order.

"Delong, take Lord Livia to the guest room in the castle to rest."

Delon looked at Marco with some worry, "My Lord..." The sharp eyes looked at Delon, making Delon open his mouth but did not continue speaking.

"No need to say more, don't worry, this is my castle, no one can hurt me here."

Marco said confidently.

Delon took a step back in silence, knelt on one knee and bowed.

Then he stood up, walked to the door, and looked at Livia.

"Sir Livia, please follow me."

…

Livia followed Delon out of the room, Delon closed the door and looked at Livia, “Please follow me, the guest room is on the second floor.”

Livia looked at Delon, who seemed a little unhappy, and quickened her pace towards the spiral staircase. "Then what are you waiting for? Let me get there early and have a good sleep."

Delong looked at Livia in surprise, then smiled and followed, "Walk slowly, don't go to the wrong place."

In the empty corridor, the dim candlelight illuminated the dark corridor. After a while, two figures walked over from the depths of the corridor. The tall figure in front suddenly spoke, "I'm sorry, I knocked you out because of a misunderstanding.

If you need any compensation, just let me know and I will do my best to satisfy you."

The figure behind him laughed, "If you really want to compensate me, then my request is that you don't mention this matter again. It makes me feel embarrassed."

"ah?"

The figure in front stopped and looked back in surprise.

The dim candlelight shone through the gap left by the side of the figure in front and onto the face of the figure behind, illuminating a young face with brown eyes emitting a faint blue light.

"Delong, you heard me right. I don't need to make any compensation."

Deron just stared at Livia, and when Livia felt uncomfortable, he turned around.

"Let's go, we'll be in the room soon."

Livia looked at Deron's tall back, smiled faintly, and followed him.

Turning a corner, Delon pushed open a door, walked in, and lit the candle in the room with a flint.

Livia followed him into the room and stood at the door, looking around the room.

It was a small room with stone walls on all sides. A wooden table and a wooden bed took up most of the space. The bottom was covered with a thick linen cloth and a thin quilt. At the end of the bed there was a box of the same height and width as the bed for storing clothes. That was all the room had.

A sense of disappointment came over me.

"It's completely different from the luxurious and comfortable rooms described in novels."

"As expected, most of the novels are nonsense. In reality, with the productivity of the Middle Ages, how could there be the kind of life that modern people yearn for?"

Livia shook her head and complained silently in her heart.

"What's wrong?

Are you dissatisfied? "

Delong asked, looking at Livia who was shaking her head.

"Oh, no, no, I just remembered something.

This is much better than sleeping on a tree or on the grass in the wild. Please thank Lord Marco for me."

Livia came back to her senses and explained.

Delong nodded, took out two flints from his arms and put them on the table. "If everything is fine, I'll leave first. Try not to go out at night. If you have something urgent, just wait at the door for a while. There are patrolling soldiers in the castle. Just tell them if you have anything.

There will be a maid waiting at the door tomorrow morning."

Livia listened and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, I want to ask one thing, why was the lord so angry when talking about the death of those veterans?

I don’t really care, I just want to know.”

Delon showed a sad look and said in a low voice, "Those old soldiers were the old earl's personal guards. They watched me and the lord grow up. They also taught me the basic swordsmanship and horsemanship when I was a child..." "Sorry, I didn't mean to ask."

Livia looked at the sad Deron nervously, not knowing how to comfort him.

"It's okay." Delong suddenly clenched his fists, his face firm, "I will twist the heads of those bastards off one by one!"

Livia looked at Deron like this and didn't know what to say, so she could only pat him on the back to express her attitude.

Delong glanced at Livia, nodded vigorously, turned and walked out of the room.

Livia was a little confused about what was going on and watched Deron suddenly walk out.

After waiting for a while and completely losing the sound of footsteps in the corridor, he walked to the door and closed it.

He took off his coat and threw it on the box, then leaned back and lay on the wooden floor, feeling the familiar hardwood floor and sighed.

"This is exactly like my university dormitory, even smaller than the dormitory, and the living conditions are worse. I really miss the life before I traveled through time..."