"I also admit defeat..."

The tall young mercenary had a nervous expression on his face, and spoke with his hands half raised.

The entire hall of the Black Rose Tavern immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers, loud whistles, curses, and excited shouts.

"The Gray Wolf mercenary team is such a fucking waste. Three of them fought against one, and they still lost..."

"Trash, go to hell. What's the difference between calling the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team and the Rat Mercenary Team..."

"Three losers, you still want to get ahead in Forov with your stuff like this, go ahead and dream, you deserve to be weighed down by the demon hunters forever..."

"I lost a whole gold coin. You three bastards are such wastes. Why don't you just die..."

"What a waste. It's a shame that I still trust you so much. Gray Wolf Mercenary Team, don't try to get any mission commissions from me in the future..."

"Go to hell, you three idiots, get out of Forovdo..."

The ones who were shouting and cursing like crazy were naturally the gamblers who spent a lot of money to bet on the three members of the Gray Wolf mercenary team.

Gamblers don't analyze why they lose, they only care about winning or losing, and then red-eyedly attribute all the reasons for their losses to the person they bet on.

"Haha, it's crazy. Mutants, no, demon hunters are so powerful. From now on, I will never say the word mutant again. They are real warriors and deserve our respect. I

I like them, hahahaha..."

"Huh, what a risk. I made a small profit. Fortunately, I made another investment with the demon hunter, otherwise I would have suffered a big loss today..."

"Then what's the name of the demon hunter boy? Brother Dun, right? It's a really good name. I remember him. He made me win a gold coin, a whole gold coin. Hahahaha, I like the witcher...

."

"Gordon, Gordon, you are a hero, I love you to death, hahahahaha..."

"Gordon, young witcher Gordon, your name will be spread throughout all the taverns in Forovdo tomorrow. You are famous as a witcher boy. You deserve such a reputation because I won money, haha

Ha ha..."

"Ah ah ah, I win, I win, Gordon, I love you, you can have me, I will give you free sex tonight..."

As many people in the tavern hall were scolding the three members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Team as they were in ecstasy, praising Gordon loudly and wildly.

These drunkards, who are already in a state of drunkenness, will yell because of a little amplification of their emotions, vividly interpreting the hatred and joy hidden deep in their hearts.

In particular, one of the tavern's part-time maids, who had suppressed many Gordons, let out a bold scream with excitement, making the men in the tavern burst into laughter.

"Teacher, what school of seal does Gordon use? Why do you feel there is something different?"

Among the onlookers, Xina asked Geralt at the side in confusion.

"I don't know either. Many schools of demon hunters were destroyed many years ago. Too many potion formulas and seal inheritances were lost and destroyed..."

"I can't tell what this guy Gordon is like."

Geralt shook his head and continued: "It doesn't matter what school this kid is from, as long as he is the Gordon we know."

"But this boy's strength has improved so fast. At the beginning, he was barely able to deal with night monsters. I didn't expect that he can even deal with adult human-faced monster birds now."

"There is also the method of sealing shown today. This guy is very mysterious. I think he is similar to you..."

Geralt sighed and suddenly joked.

"Teacher, you know me, I don't even know what's going on in my body..."

Seeing Geralt mention it, Xina quickly explained.

"Okay, of course I know, I'm just talking."

"I want to tell you that this guy Gordon is a bit mysterious. You don't need to delve too much into him."

"There are too many mysterious people and things in this world."

"We just need to remember that he is our partner."

As Geralt said this, the mystery of this boy Gordon couldn't help but flash through his mind.

You could say Gordon is a witcher, but there are many things he doesn't look like.

For example, I have never seen the nameplate of that boy's school; I have very limited knowledge about demon hunters; I know even less about monsters.

You might say he's not, but that kid behaves very much like him.

For example, magic potions are extremely poisonous to ordinary people. This kid drank nothing and was almost the same as me.

For example, swordsmanship. Although Gordon's swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the swordsmanship in the army, Gordon's swordsmanship is superb. Geralt is sure that Gordon will not be able to practice it at the age when he has just joined the army. Only the Witcher Academy can cultivate it.

This kind of genius comes.

So much so that Geralt now has some doubts about whether he can beat Gordon in swordsmanship.

For example, what Gordon has been doing now is accepting commissioned tasks and hunting monsters in exchange for commissions.

Is this different from other witchers?

Not at all!

Therefore, Geralt doesn't care who Gordon is now, as long as he is a good brother and good partner.

"Go over there, this guy Gordon is quite impressive tonight..."

Geralt smiled and walked towards Gordon with Xina.

In the middle of the hall, Gordon was getting the bet agreement signed by both parties from the tavern owner, and walked up to the embarrassed three people.

"Wake him up!"

Gordon pointed at the captain of the Gray Wolf mercenary team who was still unconscious on the ground, and gave instructions in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes..."

"Wake up, captain..."

The tall young mercenary responded like a chicken pecking at rice, and immediately stepped forward to shake his captain, but there was no effect at all.

"hurry up!"

When Gordon urged, the tall young mercenary immediately raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged mercenary in the face with a fierce look on his face.

The middle-aged mercenary who had five bright red fingerprints began to slowly wake up.

"Are you awake? Listen up, you three. According to the bet agreement we signed before, all the valuable things you have on your body now belong to me?"

"No objection!"

After Gordon finished speaking, he stared coldly at the three people in front of him, with one hand on the dagger at his waist.

As long as any of the three dares to have objections, Gordon will not mind ruthlessly bringing them to blood.

It's one thing not to kill people, but Gordon has no scruples about being cruel to these old oily and ruthless mercenaries.

Generally, after a duel is completed in a tavern, the possibility of the winning party getting the bet is not 100%. There are always some guys who have no spirit of contract and no so-called face at all.

After all, compared to money, the spirit of contract and face are worthless.

"No, no objection..."

"No objection..."

The three of them spoke with difficult expressions. Although they wanted to break the contract, they had to see whether the situation at hand would allow it.

In front of this young and powerful demon hunter, they had no chance to break the contract, and they did not dare to break the contract.

"That's good!"

"Then listen, first hand over the money bags you have."

Gordon spoke coldly.

It is human nature to watch the excitement. At this time, everyone in the Black Rose Tavern gathered around.

"hurry up..."

"Hurry up, hand over the money bag..."

"You three bastards who made me lose money..."

Before Gordon could speak, the enthusiastic spectators around him immediately started urging him unceremoniously.

Under such circumstances, the three of them could only obediently take out their money bags one by one, and then handed them over to Gordon's hands with extremely reluctant expressions.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Gordon shook the three money bags in his hands and roughly estimated the number of coins inside.

The total amount should add up to about five gold coins, which is pretty good.

Gordon put away his money bag, glanced at the three mercenaries with greedy eyes, and then grinned and said.

"I think the leather armor and armor on the three of you are very good. Take them off...and hand over the weapons as well."

Gordon opened his mouth again, but it was at the end of his rope!

Although the three mercenary teams were extremely sad to lose their money bags, they could still bear it.

But now if they were asked to take off their leather armor and hand over their weapons, it would really cost them their lives.
To be continued...