Geralt's words would only make Hill feel like he was digging a hole, while Geralt was standing nearby waiting for her to jump.
Hill looked at Geralt, thinking carefully about the key. Geralt didn't need to stop what he was doing, he took out the eyes of the deceased and quickly disposed of them.
When Hill looked at Geralt again, he was already making dinner.
Various condiments and tableware were neatly arranged around Geralt, and he was cooking by the fire with a frying pan.
"Try it, my craftsmanship should be good..."
Geralt handed the food in the frying pan to Hill. Hill looked at the obviously different meat in the pan and retracted his outstretched hand.
"Hmph! I don't know what's going on..."
A word that made Hill frown came from beside her. This was Ella, the puppet from the past. She appeared here at some point.
The low neighing of the carrots next to Geralt also reminded Hill that she was lost in thought and ignored the changes around her.
In front of the two ladies, Geralt showed a perfect demeanor, without worrying about one thing or another, and accurately distributed all the food, even the radishes had their own portion.
Holding his dinner plate and looking at the bright red meat on the plate, Hill asked: "What kind of meat is this?"
"Feilong's meat, my treasure..."
"dragon?"
Hill thought of the Lothric Air he had taken when he came here. Its huge body and pressure could kill a coward with just one look, not to mention its terrifying flying speed.
This kind of creature actually appeared on Geralt's dining table? Hill looked at the food on the plate with suspicious eyes.
Just listen to Geralt's explanation: "It's a flying dragon, not a dragon. You have to understand the difference. Flying dragons are artificially cultivated creatures after hybridization. They don't pose much of a threat..."
Hearing this, Hill breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I thought it was the dragon of those Lothrik knights..."
"That's a flying dragon, not a dragon! Real dragons are very rare now... uh... did I let it slip? Don't tell Lothric..."
Geralt quickly swallowed the dragon meat on the plate like a thief and winked at Hill.
Well, Hill sighed, started cutting the food on the plate with cutlery, and said in a tentative tone: "I thought you would serve me crabs..."
"The energy contained in crabs is too low, so only Clint would foolishly hunt them for food..."
Geralt's disregard for his apprentice gave Hill a new perspective on Clint's living environment.
Putting the flying dragon meat into his mouth, Hill felt the unique taste. The energy contained in the muscles exploded in his mouth, running through his whole body like an electric current.
Just this one mouthful made Hill believe that he had completed a training and strengthening process.
After eating all the food quickly, Hill wiped his mouth and said, "Can you answer all my questions?"
"Yes, I will answer all your questions now. Even if I can't explain it, I won't fool you..."
"Why is there such a change, just because I saw that goddess?"
"Yes, you have met the goddess of sin, Belga, or the goddess is willing to meet you..."
Hill was a little puzzled. How could Geralt treat him like this just by seeing a goddess?
But Hill was unwilling to give up the hard-to-get opportunity, and she was prepared to ask questions about everything she saw along the way.
Hill asked: "First question, what is that disgusting frog?"
"I call it the cursed frog. It should be called the cursed lizard. It relies on the eyes of the dead on its body to spray the cursed mist. It is a very dangerous thing. As long as it stays in it long enough, even gods will die...
"
Hill did witness Geralt's death, but he was still skeptical about killing the god. After all, the frog could be wounded with a gun.
But the explanation given by Geralt was very sufficient, and the strange killing method made Hill unsure of paying attention.
Geralt answered all questions and even explained the relationship, which made Hill even more excited about the opportunity to ask. So Hill was ready to continue asking more in-depth questions.
Hill asked, "What are you doing with those crystals and eyes?"
"To make a special kind of equipment, it requires crystals from death, and the eyes of the dead can maintain its existence."
Geralt showed the crystal and eyes to Hill. At this moment, only a few thin layers of membrane remained on the eyes of the deceased that had been processed.
Geralt wrapped the membrane around the crystal, then stacked other crystals on top of it, while constantly tapping the crystal with a small hammer.
These cursed crystals are beaten into crystals wrapped in a membrane, and then the crystals become metallic.
Geralt's hands kept moving, and finally two special knives appeared in his hands.
Like a short-handled flying knife, this knife has a dark and deep blade, which exudes a strong sense of ominousness just by looking at it.
Showing the flying knife to Hill, Geralt introduced: "This is a cursed flying knife. As long as it can penetrate the enemy's body, no matter what enemy he is, he will not escape the fate of being cursed to death..."
[Cursed Death Throwing Knife: A throwing dagger with a blade made of Cursed Death Crystal and a handle wrapped with the treated eye membrane of the dead. It can be shot at the enemy and give a curse accompanying the Cursed Death. The unique malice from King Xin
, I made it randomly to commemorate my past, but I didn’t expect that it could retain the properties of a death curse. A malicious curse will devour itself first, and then the enemy.]
"But you survived? Maybe you did have the moment of death, but now you can still talk to me. How can this prove the effectiveness of this weapon?"
Hill expressed full disbelief, just like a host who said, ‘Really? I don’t believe it!’ That kind of clumsy malice.
Geralt instantly thought of the host, but from Hill's soul, Geralt did not sense any malice, only suspicion and curiosity.
Taking out a few fragments from his arms, Geralt showed them to Hill and said: "This is what I rely on, the blessing of the goddess of sin, Belga. This can allow me to escape a cursed death. She is the one you see."
That goddess.”
[Precious Sacrifice Ring: Made through a sacrifice ceremony, it is the mysterious ring of the goddess of sin, Belga. Among them, the ring with red color is even more special. The wearer will not lose his soul when he dies, nor will he accumulate any damage.
A curse to death. But as a price, you will lose the ring. The value of the sacrifice is determined by the person being saved.】
Hill put the fragments together and saw three different figures on the ring. Although there were three, at the first glance, he could tell from the bottom of his heart that they were three different manifestations of one person.
That figure was indeed owned by the goddess she saw. Hill gradually believed Geralt's words. Moreover, she also saw that it was the goddess who put the infant baby into Geralt's body before he came to life.
Seeing Hill's thinking, Geralt added: "Belga, the goddess of sin, is the most mysterious one among the gods. She has already understood the nature of the world and the truth of the world. She is full of understanding of the world.
All love and compassion. I don’t know why she will meet you, but as long as it is approved by the goddess Belga, you will get all the help you need, whether it is me, the Dragon Academy, or the arrogant Lothrik
…”
Hill understood the meaning of Geralt’s words, ‘The approval of the goddess Belga is one of our own’.
But Hill has no interest in this kind of recognition. For her, the blizzard of birth has taken away all her support, and now she only believes in herself.
Even if Geralt helps, even if Geralt has worked with him many times, even if he is Geralt.
For Hill, this is still not a reason to break through her defenses.
In order to avoid this boring concern, Hill asked some strange questions to change the topic.
"What exactly is this place? I can even see Lothric in the distance. Isn't the curvature of the planet too gentle? If it is a certain planet, then this planet is too big, right?"
"Why a planet? The moment the flame of creation was ignited, time and space were already broken. These are just a few of the more important locations in many dimensions. Even in the universe where the earth is located, you will see them all.
The creatures that live on the entire flat land..."
Geralt really answered all the questions without any hesitation or any hesitation. Hill couldn't even think of anything to rebut.
Faced with Hill's silence, Geralt took out several rings and handed them to the people around him. Hill, Ella, and even Carrot all had the same ring.
Hill took the ring in her hand and observed it. Except for the figure without the ring face, the rest of the ring was exactly the same as the broken ring Geralt handed her.
"This is a sacrifice ring. It can allow you to avoid death. It is also the blessing of Goddess Belga. I hope you can... forget it..."
Geralt's first cryptic sentence in the process of answering questions, Hill did not seize this opportunity to refute his promise.
Hill could also imagine what Geralt would say. The function of the sacrifice ring is to escape death, so what he said next was: I hope you can survive any disaster in the future.
What disaster had Geralt already foreseen that was about to happen?
No! Hill shook his head. Aren't the signs of disaster still obvious? There are savior friends, aliens, and even biological weapons being treacherous on the inside, and treacherous on the outside. They are already heading towards the earth.
The battle between these gods, or the battle between agents, is nothing more than determining who is dominant before the war begins.
Hill looked at the ring in his hand, slowly put it on his finger and admired it slowly.
But when Hill thought about both Ella and Carrot, he felt his mood suddenly worsen.
After casting a glance at Geralt, Hill found a corner far away from him and went to sleep. With all the supplies provided by Geralt, the sleeping environment was pretty good.
Touching his nose, Geralt was a little unsure of Hill's condition and felt that he was walking back and forth on the tightrope inexplicably.
As the night got deeper, Geralt saw a special figure, that was none other than the goddess of crime, Bella.