However, when Zach asked this question, the world did not collapse as he imagined.

The breeze blew on the face, the leaves rustled, and the wheat fields in the distance were still rising and falling like a tide.

"She should be back in the dense forest of Anglin, after all, she and Nifgaard are incompatible." The witch hunter shook the bottle in his hand, and the crystal clear blue liquid reflected the bright sunlight.

"If Queen Miwei was already fighting guerrilla warfare, how could Prince Anse appear in Tosente's martial arts competition in a dignified manner? This is Nifgaard's territory."

"I didn't meet Anse at the martial arts competition. I haven't seen him in six years."

"Ah?" Zach almost couldn't control his expression.

Geralt looked up and looked gloating: "It turns out that there are times when your information is omitted."

'This is all done...' The black-haired mage thought to himself. 'If there really is a designer behind this world, it would have taken great pains to fix these loopholes...'

He cleared his throat: "The last question..."

Bailang put the prepared potion back into the flat bag around his waist, and then looked at Zach with interest.

"This year is the 1273rd year of the Resurrection calendar. How did this calendar come about? What historical events are the first year of the Resurrection commemorating?"

This is something that the original author of "The Warlock" did not explain clearly.

However, the witch hunter showed an inexplicable expression: "Who knows?"

“…”

Geralt looked at the black-haired mage and continued to say, "The resurrection history was brought by the northern nation when he came to this continent by boat..."

He thought for a moment and continued: "They called that migration a "exile landing". The earliest northerners were very secretive about the details of the migration. Why they were exiled came from no detailed records, and there was no record of any historical record before the migration..."

Geralt finally spread his hands: "So no one knows what the first year of Resurrection refers to."

The witch hunter stood up from the ground and patted the soil on his body: "I thought you knew everything." He looked at the sunset in the sky: "It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Zach rubbed his forehead: "It's because I know too much."

He leaned back to the tree: "Geralt, go back first. Let me take a nap here."

"What's wrong with you today?"

"I missed home." The black-haired mage closed his eyes.

"How many days have you been in this world?"

Seeing that Zach ignored him, the witch hunter shook his head and turned around and walked towards the horses in the distance.

However, he turned back without taking two steps.

He threw the griffin's head aside, kicked away the gravel on the ground and sat down.

"What if you are eaten by a monster?"

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On the canopy above the head, a crow stood on the branch.

Blood-red eyes stared at the two people meditating under the tree.
Chapter completed!