The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again
Chapter 274 Cold and shaking
Chapter 274 Cold and shaking
"Close it! Close the door!"
There was a lot of shouting in the room.
"Why not just chop up the furniture in this house and burn it? It's not our home anyway."
So everyone got to work and soon the furniture was chopped into firewood.
The fire was lit and I felt a little warmer.
Kiusia arranged for the night watch and then lay down with the others.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
It could be a few seconds or it could be a few hours.
Cold, shaking.
Kiusha was awakened by a panicked cry.
"Captain! Captain, wake up, wake up!"
"Roy," Kiusha saw the man in front of him clearly and recognized the name of the rider he had arranged to keep watch last night. He opened his eyes dazedly and asked, "What's going on? Why are you panicking?"
"Captain Kiusha, the others are missing."
"What do you mean it's gone?"
Kiusha rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked around blankly.
When he noticed that there were only him and Roy in the room, his mind suddenly became clear.
"Roy, where are the others? Why are there only two of us?"
"I do not know."
"You don't know? You were on guard last night, and you don't know? I ask you, when did you go to bed?"
"I……"
Roy was confused.
Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the slightest bit about handing over the shift to the next night watchman.
He had no choice but to answer honestly: "I can't remember."
But soon he said again: "Captain Kiusia, could it be that they went out hunting this morning?"
Kiusha said, "There are no traces of footprints outside the house, which means they didn't go out at all."
Roy was startled and hurried to the window to look out.
But there were indeed no footprints outside the house.
"Captain Kiusha, could it be that the heavy snow simply buried their tracks?"
Kiusha instinctively wanted to refute.
If you go out to find food in the morning, there is only a short time, and even if it snows heavily, it is impossible to bury all your footprints without leaving any trace.
But the mentality of taking chances prevailed at this time.
"Indeed...it is indeed possible."
Roy also said with a sense of luck: "Then we just need to wait in the house."
Kiusha instinctively felt that it couldn't be that simple.
But the two of them still waited in the house for about an hour or two.
As a result, no one returned.
Even Roy couldn't help but mutter, "Even if he went hunting far away, he should be back by now."
But Kiusha was unwilling to wait any longer.
"Roy, go saddle the horses. Let's get out of here, go back to Kaedwen, and get away from this damn place."
Roy stood up subconsciously.
After taking two steps, he froze for a moment: "But what about the others?"
"Stop talking nonsense and go when I tell you to."
Roy responded, finally feeling a little scared.
He opened the door and walked towards the stable on the left.
Kiusha waited in the room for several minutes, but heard no movement outside.
"Roy? Roy!"
He shouted loudly and walked out of the house.
But there was no response from the direction of the stable.
The room they lived in was not far from the stable.
Besides, the snow has stopped now, and even the wind has become much quieter, so it's impossible not to hear it.
Kiusia drew his sword and walked over slowly, one foot deep and one foot shallow. He saw that the horses they had ridden when they arrived were still in the stable.
But there was no sign of Roy.
He looked around hurriedly.
But just like the others who disappeared this morning.
Even Roy disappeared without leaving any footprints.
"He should have had at least one set of footprints walking from the house to the stable."
At this moment, he seemed to remember something.
Hurrying to the open fire on the other side of the house.
He had his men build this bonfire yesterday.
The purpose was to burn the body found in the house.
After a night, the fire had long gone out and was covered with snow.
Kiusia used his sword to pry at the snow covering the fire, but then he felt it was too slow, so he threw the sword to the ground and switched to using his hands.
With a few rough scrapes, the snow was quickly swept to the ground.
Then he spread out the firewood as well.
Then, he seemed to have seen a ghost.
He was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
He stared at the charred fire, his face as pale as snow.
There was nothing in the fire.
The weather is so cold and it snowed last night, so it is impossible to completely cremate the body.
Even if it is cremated, it is impossible to leave no bone residue.
It turned out that there was really nothing in the fire.
All that was left was a pile of unburned firewood.
Kiusha was so frightened that he ran towards the stable, tumbling and crawling.
He didn't even want the sword anymore.
He just grabbed a horse and galloped back in the direction he came from.
……
During the whole journey, Kiusha did not dare to stop at all. If riding at night was not tantamount to suicide, Kiusha would have liked to spend the night on horseback.
This is an era with gods, monsters, evil spirits...
He himself had never seen one, but he had heard of evil spirits taking lives.
What happened since yesterday was really too weird.
Apart from evil spirits, he really couldn't find any other reasonable explanation.
Now, all he wants is to return to the civilized world, the sooner the better.
Even if you are not a warlock or a demon hunter, you know one common sense: evil spirits will not appear where people gather.
In this way, after spending several days, he finally left the Blue Mountains smoothly by following the marks left when he came, and arrived at a village outside the Blue Mountains.
Kiusha didn't care about the conditions of the village and knocked on the door of the village elder.
The village elder, who was disturbed, was originally looking impatient.
But when he saw Kiusha standing outside the door, wearing a suit of chain mail and leading a horse, the anger that was disturbed instantly dissipated.
As a person who has seen the world, his knowledge is naturally different from that of a farmer.
Someone who can dress like this is definitely not someone these common people can mess with.
Yes, that's right.
Even in this village, the village elder is a figure as important as the sky.
But in front of real people, they are no different from ordinary people.
What's more, the chain mail he wore was embroidered with the Kaedwen coat of arms, so he must be a noble knight.
"Sir, you..."
The village elders quickly put on a smile.
However, before he could finish his flattering words, Kiusha took out a few coins from his clothes and threw them at him.
"I'm going to requisition your room. Please prepare some water for me to take a bath and something to eat. I'm starving."
The village elders didn't care for Kiusia's condescending attitude, but they knew all these people were arrogant. What could they do? They could only forgive him like a father.
(End of this chapter)
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