"Have you been?"

The witch hunter was silent for a while, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "It happened a long time ago."

The black-haired mage smirked aside.

Geralt glared at him and sighed deeply: "Never go again."

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Half an hour later, the three of them stood in front of the "Yinlu Hotel".

This is indeed the best place to stay in Goswellen.

The hotel has four floors, and there is even a large vestibule garden, which is quite grand on this bustling street.

Just as the few people were about to step up the steps, a noise came from behind.

I saw a team of fully armed knights running from Kado Street, with their horses' hooves fast and even knocking down several citizens along the way.

Leading was a young general wearing gold and black armor.

A team of men galloped past Zach and the other two and headed towards the Immortal Island.

"Molfan?" Geralt recognized the general who led the team.

‘Is the crown prince of the Nifgaard Empire?’ Zach thought.
Chapter completed!