Dandelion chuckled and said, "Yes, Master Dorregaray, a very interesting man."

"He advocates the balance of all things. Humans should not interfere with all creatures in nature. Even water ghosts, ghouls, and evil ghosts are within his protection."

"An extreme protector of endangered animals, he should appear in my poem as the villain of the story, how interesting, haha."

Geralt was speechless for a moment. There really are all kinds of birds in the forest. It goes without saying that a witcher, who makes a living by hunting monsters, must be one of the most hated professions of this magician.

He took a look at the magician who was still chattering outside the king's tent, and quickly pulled Dandelion into Yennefer's tent, so as to avoid being caught by the tail and entangled by this guy. It would inevitably lead to another verbal sparring, which would be too troublesome.

However, one has to sigh at the current status of wizards and sorcerers. Even when facing kings and nobles, they have no fear, as they have the support of the most powerful sorcerer brotherhood in the northern continent. Even the kings of various countries and the lords of their fiefdoms have to give them some face, and it is impossible to just fabricate a crime and judge them like they would ordinary people.

The two men had been drinking in the tent. Halfway through, Yennefer came back and drove the two drunk men out of her tent.

The journey is about to begin, and the sorceress must pack her luggage. As a lady, she has a lot of luggage to carry.

Geralt didn't care about it. He and Dandelion walked arm in arm to the haystack in the stable and continued drinking. It was a quiet place where no one would disturb them. Even though there was the smell of horse manure all around, it made him feel more comfortable than those hostile or contemptuous looks.

Although King Niedamir was only the king of a small country called Kangongen, he was quite arrogant. After he was ready to set off, it took him more than an hour just to pack up the supplies for the camp, filling up twelve carriages.

Including the accompanying dragon hunting team members, soldiers, and members of the Holopol reconnaissance team who were exploring the road ahead, there were about 150 people in total.

The group formed a large team and marched into the Great Kestrel Mountains. Under the guidance of the local guide, they climbed from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, which took them about six or seven hours. It was not until the sun set that they found an open space to set up camp and rest.

They were about one-third of the way to their destination, the green dragon's lair.

Leaving aside the various encounters along the way, in the early hours of the next morning, a figure dressed in black, almost completely blending into the darkness, quietly entered Yennefer's tent.

The person who came was the demon hunter Wayne.

He originally wanted to look for Geralt in the tent, but he didn't find the famous White Wolf Geralt. He only saw a big dog with white fur lying next to the wooden pillar in the middle of the tent, seemingly taking a nap.

The big dog seemed quite alert. As soon as Wayne opened the curtain of the tent, he reacted. He immediately stood up from the ground and stared at Wayne at the gate, as if he was ready to pounce on him at any time with a shout.

In order to prevent the big white dog from waking up the people around.

Wayne didn't think twice and instantly pushed an Axis seal over. The big white dog immediately rolled his eyes and fell into coma.

Just as he was considering whether to knock the dog out, he suddenly recovered from his coma with a firm will, opened his mouth, and said in Geralt's voice:

"Hold on, Wayne, it's me."

Wayne's head was stunned for a moment. He looked at the big white dog on the ground in shock, then looked at the sorceress who was sleeping soundly not far away. He thought, what kind of play is this? You guys are really playing it fancy.

Geralt was also a little embarrassed at this time. If possible, he really didn't want to show such an ugly appearance in front of his good brother. However, Wayne came to him dressed like this, he must have something important to discuss, so he had no choice but to expose himself.

"Let's go out and talk. Don't wake up Yennefer. She has a bad temper."

Fortunately, Wayne was receptive enough. He looked at the big white dog talking to him and was stunned for just a few seconds. Then he reacted and moved aside the door curtain to let Geralt crawl out first.

Under the cover of night, the man and the dog came to a secluded place a few hundred meters away from the camp and began to talk in a low voice, telling each other all the information they had.

Wayne did not hide anything and told Geralt everything about Borch, the green dragon and the baby dragon, and then told him about Borch's request and his thoughts.

He believed that if it was Geralt, this justice-minded and principled witcher, he would not object to what he was going to do next.

The big white dog sat on the ground, frowning like a human, and asked, "In other words, your goal now is to drive away those ordinary people, and preferably drive away King Niedamir and his soldiers as well."

"Leave only those guys who are bent on slaying the dragon, and let them have a fair duel with Borch on the top of the mountain?"

Wayne nodded. In his opinion, those soldiers and the citizens of Holobel were all victims who were coerced by those in power.

Even if they succeed in slaying the dragon, they will not gain any benefits. If a battle breaks out with the dragon, they will be the first to sacrifice. These people are just a bunch of pitiful creatures. There is no need to fight them to the death.

Geralt thought about it, nodded, and said, "Okay, I will cooperate with your actions."

"However, you must remember that you'd better not reveal your identity as a demon hunter, and don't let the golden dragon cause unnecessary casualties."

"After we're done, it's best to get Borch and his family out of here as soon as possible. If the news of the dragon spreads, it will surely attract more greedy hunters and countless mercenaries who are crazy about wealth."

"Don't worry, I will."

Wayne waved goodbye to Geralt, then quickly walked into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Geralt looked at Wayne's departing back. A helpless look appeared on the dog's face. He sighed, stepped on four legs, and quickly ran back into Yennefer's tent.

Tonight is destined to be restless. He must stay by Yennefer's side and protect his goddess.

Half an hour later, the whole camp suddenly became chaotic. Some guards on duty ran around the camp, shouting in fear: "It's on fire! Come and put out the fire! Come and put out the fire!"

"Our supplies were burned! The stables were on fire, and many horses were killed!"

"Traitor, there must be a traitor! We were ambushed, someone must be trying to stop us from going up the mountain."

When Geralt and Yennefer, whose magic had been lifted, walked out of the tent, they saw a chaotic scene. Some people were busy putting out the fire, some were chasing the escaped horses, and some soldiers were hurriedly putting on their equipment and guarding outside Niedamir's tent, fearing that an assassin would suddenly rush out and assassinate their king.

In such a chaotic scene, the young king did not dare to show up casually. Only the fat butler Gilenstiern, who was fat all over and dressed in tattered clothes, was still trying to maintain order in the camp.

Unfortunately, they were halfway up the mountain at this time, and there was a severe shortage of water nearby. There was simply not enough water to put out the fire. It was also night time, and they were deep in the mountains and forests. No one dared to run around, because those who did so would most likely become food for wild beasts and monsters.

By the time the sun rose and they were scrambling to put out the fire, more than half of the camp had been burned, especially the food, horses, and carriages. Most of these supplies for the journey had been lost in the darkness.

This was a huge blow to the dragon hunting team, which was still excited and arrogant yesterday.

(End of this chapter)