Zach lay on the ground and fell from the sky several meters high, causing his internal organs to swell. Fortunately, the soft mud did not hurt him.

The smoke-filled sky occupied the field of view. Just as she was about to get up, the white wolf's head leaned in from the side of her vision.

"Are you still alive?"

Seeing that Zach was not seriously injured, he seemed relieved, then looked back at the air behind him and said in his signature low voice:

"Well... I fell down from such a high place and was not injured..."

"My legs and feet are very good." Zach sat up as he said.

He turned his head and looked beside him. The sparse trees in the swamp were still burning. The huge Fentite monster was lying on the ground a few meters away. He had long since his body and head were separated. It was obvious that he could not die anymore.

Dark red blood stained the large area of ​​grass red, and the deer's head cut was cut off. A fairly intact eye was still staring at the sky without any attention.

Zach breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a vague pain in his chest and behind his head. He coughed twice and prepared to continue sitting on the ground slowly.

Geralt, who was waiting aside, was already impatient. He dragged a small wooden stake that had been burned halfway through the side, and sat on it, and a series of soul-torture questions came to his face:

"Excellent battle, but we can keep it for later and chat..."

"You're looking for someone to follow me...I can also put it..."

"Soter, tell me now, where is Xiri?"

"How can I find her?"

"And who are you?"

"Why do you know where Siri is?"

"Hey, what's your relationship with her?"

‘What a loving father, I am so eager to be a father,’ Zach complained.

He wiped the mud on his face, and then grabbed the black hair that was covered in mud on the back of his head: "Can you move a stool for me?"

Seeing Geralt unresponsive, his amber eyes still staring at him intently, Zach slowly said: "This is very complicated, we need to make a long-term plan..."

From a long-term plan, this word made Geralt, who was already irritated, a little angry.

Seeing that the other party was about to exude fragrance, Zach, who was sitting on the ground, put his elbow on his knees:

“In short, I come from other worlds…”

"Love..." Unexpectedly, the first sentence of the warlock in front of him was so sensational, and Geralt opened his mouth and wanted to interrupt him.

But Zach didn't give him this opportunity:

"Geralt, you have been to other worlds yourself, and you have also seen slave humans in the elves capital. You also know that even humans in this world come from other worlds."

Geralt shut up. Although he didn't know why the other party was so familiar with his experience, he was right. Human beings do not exist only in this world.

Although this is a secret knowledge that ordinary people do not understand, these are common sense for the witch hunters who have lived for a century and have been surrounded by warlocks and scholars.

He could not refute the warlock in front of him.

Although his face was still full of distrust, his desire for news of his beloved daughter still made him nod patiently and signaled to "warlock" to continue speaking.

Seeing that Geralt was at least not scared away directly, Zach was more confident in what he said.

He carefully used the common words of the world and continued with precision:

"And I am not a warlock, I am... a mage, but I am not exactly the kind of mage in your world. I come from an advanced country ruled by mages..."

"As for Xiri, before I came to this world, I passed by a stream of energy outside the world. I think it's very likely Xiri." After a pause, the black-haired mage said slowly: "I may have a way to help you find her."

After knowing that he was in the world of "The Warlock", Zach had some guesses about the green energy encountered in the void.

In the world view of "The Witcher", there are not many people who can travel between the worlds. At the moment when the Wild Hunter Legion has been destroyed, Xili, who has [Ancient Blood], is almost the only possibility.

Moreover, the green energy was very consistent with the characteristics of the [Ancient Blood] in his memory.

The witch hunter's eyes stared at Zach, and the amber vertical pupils, which looked like cat's eyes, slowly turned into a round shape.

Zach knew that it was caused by high concentration. The other party seemed to want to see through his heart, tear down all possible lies, and dig out the deepest truth.

Geralt was really skeptical about what Zach said.

The other party's words were too imaginative, and no matter how he looked at this man, he was not much different from the "warlocks" he knew.

What is "an advanced country ruled by wizards"?

If these people were allowed to rule the country, they would cause chaos in the world and collapse!

On the one hand, Geralt has always had no good feelings for the warlock group, and of course he is better for the warlock because of "special reasons".

But overall, these ultimate egoists who are full of conspiracies and tricks rarely care about others, and are more concerned about themselves with the excuse of benefiting the public.

He had suffered a lot of losses from a warlock. Perhaps the young man in front of him was also a lie and tried to manipulate his warlock for the sake of ulterior motives.

Some latte bastard has done that more than once.

On the other hand, his identity is indeed unpredictable to Geralt.

He can use [Mutual Transfer] very skillfully. The small [Meteor Shower] released by his own strength impressed him even more.

Maybe he is not as powerful as the ones he knows, but he is already a very strong spellcaster! Even if he claims to be a member of the Warlock Council, it will not be surprising.

Since attending the Warlock Summit on Sinnied Island 6 years ago, Geralt believes that he has met all the famous warlocks in the world, including the great warlocks in the Warlock Society, the high-level warlocks of the Warlock Council, all 11 members of the Warlock Association, and the idle warlocks who cannot count both hands.

However, he had never seen him at all, and even heard of Zach Stuart!

If the other party has not changed his body to disguise his identity, then the "traveler from another world" he calls himself may be possible.

After all, he has visited several other worlds himself.

Besides, this guy looks like he is in his early twenties, and the male warlock he knows always likes to turn himself into an old man to look mature and majestic.

Of course, except for that latte bastard.

"You'd better not lie to me..." After a moment of muttering inside, Geralt finally spoke.

"... All the warlocks who deceived me, especially the warlocks, are now buried in the ground. Let me tell me now, where is Xiri going? And you said you want to help me and give me a reason to convince me!"

Seeing Geralt temporarily listen to his words, Zach breathed a sigh of relief. A good start could make the conversation smoother afterwards.

Zach is ready to be as open and honest as possible to communicate with the "White Wolf".

Geralt is a good man, but his cynical character and stormy life make it difficult for him to trust others, especially warlocks, especially warlocks.

And the more handsome you are, the less trustworthy you are.

Geralt is a long line and the key to his own plan. Any lie will lay hidden dangers for the trust between the two.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly expressed his guess:

"I traveled through the void and between different worlds, and naturally I also had my own ride. In short, it was similar to the Doomsday Ship Nagilfa to the Wild Hunting Legion."

"Then...Ciri hit it and was bounced away..."

Geralt's eyes widened.

"Even if it was unintentional, I was responsible for the disappearance of Xiri..."

Geralt opened his mouth wide.

"Although I'm not sure, I may be able to track down where Xili is, and I will do everything possible to help you find her."

Geralt had already stood up from the stake.

"Of course, it's not free for me to help you. I have several conditions. First, you and your friends will follow me to join a war ten years later, at least..."

"Destroy a world."

Geralt sat back on the wooden stake.

Zach slowly stood up and patted the soil on his body: "I have warned you a long time ago, this is very, very complicated."

He walked straight to a distance and picked up Hawasa's body.

"Let's find a place with less mud and a lighter taste to chat slowly."

Geralt opened his mouth several times and finally asked a question:

"What are you doing that thing?"

"Dissolve. Creatures that are only level 0 but can immortalize are rare in all planes."

“…”

"Let's go, unless you want to eat these roasted rotten foodies."

"I can eat it, you will die if you eat it." As he said, Geralt stood up and walked to the body of the Fenter monster, picked up the steel sword and inserted it back behind him.
Chapter completed!