"Slay a monster, then dig out long-abandoned treasures from its lair..."
The two men and a cat walked outside as Lann smacked his lips and talked.
"Isn't that a bit too clichéd? Only old novels write like that, no one's buying those kinds of stories now."
"But this is reality, Mr. Lann. Rumble rumble~"
Geralt spoke with a voice devoid of any inflection as he shook the high-level Wolf School diagrams in his hand.
"Reality doesn't care whether a certain plot is popular in the market; if it happens, it happens."
Geralt always had this ability: he could speak in a hoarse, deep voice without a hint of emotion, making listeners feel he was being sarcastic.
As Lann pursed his lips, he confirmed once again that this guy's career was bound to be full of suffering.
"Speaking of which, isn't the Wolf School's knowledge system the most intact?" Lann took the opportunity to stand by the shallow banks of the river, letting the water wash over his boots.
"And your diagrams are lost too?"
