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Baron Targaryen was a middle-aged man of about forty, without a beard, pale and thin, but by no means short.

A nobleman of his age, but not married. Geralt thought it was a rare thing in the world. Generally speaking, nobles will lose themselves to maids (and occasionally male servants) when they are young, and when they are more mature, they will hang around in major taverns and brothels. In short, there are very few nobles who do not have illegitimate children.

Those nobles who only marry one wife are considered pure, and a bachelor like Baron Targaryen is hard not to wonder if he has a special hobby - of course, Geralt is just thinking about it.

The Baron's residence is located in a secluded neighborhood of High Rock, populated by artists or those with a special need for quiet. The house is a single-family house. There is no huge garden or statues that nobles like. There is only a small courtyard with a tree planted in it to enjoy the shade.

What made Baron Targaryen even more incomprehensible to the witcher was that he did not hire any servants. He usually cooked his own meals, and even did things like grocery shopping and cleaning himself.

a weirdo.

This is what Geralt gave him.

"So, Master Witcher."

Baron Targaryen coughed. It was April, and he was sitting in his courtyard with a thick blanket over him. "Have you found anything?"

Geralt didn't know what the Baron's definition of 'discovery' was. It had been forty minutes since he came to the door, and in those forty minutes he had visited every part of the baron's house. No traces of ghosts were detected.

In fact, houses that are invaded by ghosts or goblins are likely to be very eerie.

And what about the baron's house?

The light is excellent, and the sun can be seen outside from any corner of the house. The air here is pleasant, and a short distance away is the official art academy of Kaedwen. There are singing and piano sounds all day long, which is very pleasant.

Geralt made no rash assertions. You know, sometimes, ghosts are time-sensitive creatures that only appear at special times.

He pondered for a while before saying to the baron: "Maybe you need to leave here for a while. I haven't found any traces of the ghost you mentioned."

Baron Targaryen sighed, a look of pain flashing across his pale face.

He murmured to himself: "I've heard your name, Geralt of Rivia. Elves, dwarves, men, they've all mentioned your name on some occasion. Back when I was well, I used to go In my tavern days, I have heard many legends about you."

"If even a master witcher like you can't solve my problems, what's the use of moving?"

The baron smiled wryly, his face flashed with disregard for life and a kind of calmness: "...and, I think, this may be the punishment given to me by the goddess Meritelli. Punish me for those former partners. Turn a blind eye when expelled and killed."

Covering his face with his hands, he whispered, "I deserve it, Master Witcher. Thank you for your help. How much do you want?"

"Let's not mention the remuneration first, the commission has not been completed, and I will not take your money. This is the rule of the witcher."

Geralt waved his hand. "And, Baron. I'm interested in what you just confided."

Baron Targaryen dropped his hand and leaned back in the rocking chair. The heavy blankets and the bright sunshine seemed unable to resist the heavy cold, even though it was April, he was still wearing heavy padded clothes. Geralt's words made him smile wryly again.

"...well, I'll let you know if you find this helpful to my question."

"Anti-God Evil God"

The rest of the story did not exceed Geralt's expectations, at least not in the most tragic part.

In the years since Henselt came to power, the living conditions of the non-human races in Kaldwin have become increasingly difficult. Some foolish people were easily moved by the words of the king, thinking that the non-human races were all beasts, thieves, whores and liars. In reality, Henselt just wanted to take the money of the elves and the dwarves.

For several years, he has persistently fanned the hatred of inhuman races in the country. After reaching a certain critical point, the tragic massacre occurred under the king's signal.

And it happened in High Rock City. There used to be more than 1,300 non-human race residents here, but now there is not a single one. Run away, run away, die.

Baron Targaryen is a eccentric man who dislikes the company of nobles, although he is one of them. And there's a reason for that.

In his eyes, those aristocrats enjoyed a life of luxury that was unattainable by money and commoners, but they never thought about doing something for the country. Having seen the dark side of the nobles, he didn't want to be with them, and instead chose to go to the tavern in the lower district, where he was respected because of his temperament and behavior.

And those nobles of the same class as him did not like him very much. In their eyes, Targaryen was an outlier. He has the old surname and the status of a baron, but doesn't seek pleasure like them. On the contrary, Targaryen donated money to industry, to help the poor, to buy new clothes, herbs for the priests of the goddess Meritelli, and even to pay for the adoption of orphans.

A series of his actions made the nobles of Kaldwin very unhappy with him, which only intensified the number of times Baron Targaryen went to those taverns. He has many friends, all of different identities and races. Elf merchant, dwarven cook, human blacksmith... As a result, when the carnage happened, everyone he knew died.

The human blacksmith wanted to help his friend escape, but was tacitly beheaded by the soldiers with a halberd. The elf merchant wanted to leave with his family, but the guards set fire to the carriage at the gate of the city. He was forced to kneel on the ground and watch his family burn alive.

The dwarf chef was discovered by the guards during his escape...and so on.

And the Baron was completely powerless about it.

The massacre lasted for three days. During these three days, the Baron tried many methods. Buying guards, sending a group of people out of the city in their own name, or sending people away by sea, none of them succeeded. Henselt was determined to exterminate all inhuman races in High Rock, and his thirst for money **** everything else.

The Baron stayed at home in desperation, he didn't want to go out and face this again.

If another king did this, Geralt would be surprised and lamented at the king's stupidity. But he was not surprised that Henselt did such a thing. Geralt had met him long ago, and to him the king, though not a thief, was not far off.

"That's the way it is, Master Witcher."

The baron leaned back in his chair, pale and sullen: "I'm done."

......

After saying goodbye to the baron, Geralt left his home.

There is no trace of ghosts in the baron's house, and the poor man is probably just frightening himself.

There have been many cases of this situation. As early as when Geralt was a novice witcher, he dealt with a husband who accidentally killed his wife because of suspicion, and finally went crazy because of guilt. The villagers said he was possessed by an evil spirit and that it was his wife's soul that haunted him and made him kill himself.

As a result, after Geralt applied the evil spirit oil and entered the door, all he saw was a poor man who was hanged. He suspects that his wife is having an affair with other people in the village because she is too beautiful, but there is no evidence, and he lives in remorse every day after killing his wife after drinking.

People will always be blamed for their conscience.

The witcher walked thoughtfully down the road with his sword on his back.

What happened to the Baron was nothing new to him, and it happened so many times in the world he lived in that it wasn't even surprising. Not to mention non-human races, even the local lords ordered the slaughter of villagers.

And the baron's character - Geralt didn't want to belittle this rare, conscientious aristocrat. But he had to tell the truth, that Baron Targaryen was not suitable for a nobleman, he was too sensitive and too fragile.

The commission is gone.

It was getting dark, and he strolled back to Nanna's hotel. The mage was sitting in a secluded corner drinking wine, with a book spread on a clean table. There are a lot of customers in the store, but they don't talk or laugh loudly. This is the rule in Nanna's store. All the people who come here are decent people with status, and they enjoy this kind of place quite a bit.

Because of this, the appearance of the witcher seems out of place.

Geralt was poised, even enjoying the strange look in their eyes. He walked to the opposite side of the mage with unhurried steps, sat down heavily, and sighed before opening his mouth.

He Shenyan turned the book and took a sip from the thick wooden wine glass. He raised his head in the text, glanced at Geralt, who looked unhappy, and asked casually, "How is your commission? I don't smell a water ghost on you."

"I received a commission from a local baron, I thought I had some money..."

The witcher shook his head and reached out to stop the boy who was working as a helper in the store, and asked him to get himself a bottle of wine. When the wine came and he took a sip, Geralt continued his conversation.

"The baron wrote on the commission that he suspected that he was entangled by ghosts. After I went there, I found that there were no ghosts at all in his house. He was torturing himself because of guilt."

"Oh?" He Shenyan closed the book with interest. "Sounds like a good story, let me hear it."

So Geralt told the baron's account in its entirety to the mage, sipping his drink after sip, and the consequences of Henselt's actions were obvious. Today, the territory of Kaedwen is full of squirrel guerrillas running around, attacking farmers, robbing caravans, and not killing civilians.

Racial hatred is on the rise, and who is responsible for all this?

Anyone who dared to speak was hanged.

Geralt shook his head. "I really doubt the poor man will survive this winter."

He Shenyan smiled, the baron is a rare individual among many nobles. He is much better than those who feel superior to others because of their money and their father's surname.

He picked up the wine glass and clinked with Geralt: "Don't think too much, Geralt, you're just a witcher, you can't control everything."

"I know," Geralt replied dully.

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It's true that Geralt can't control everything, but the fact that he's a crow's mouth is real. Early the next morning, two guards knocked on the door of the hotel.

Their attitude was quite formal, and they were just routine cross-examinations, but what they said made Geralt's expression gloomy: "Witcher, you went to the local Baron Targaryen's house yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"When did you leave?"

"Around five in the evening."

"Then, this matter has nothing to do with you." The guard nodded at him. "The coroner said the baron died in the second half of the night, poor man, may Goddess Meritelli bless his soul, may he rest in peace."

"The baron is dead?"

"Yeah, he hanged himself." The guard shook his head sympathetically. "I quite like this noble gentleman, at least he treats us as human beings... Well, I've said too much, witcher, don't take my words to heart."

The guards turned to leave, and Geralt sat on a bench in the lobby of the store, his expression becoming more and more frozen.

People will always be blamed for their conscience.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly jumped up from the chair, grabbed the sword and walked towards the door, which surprised Nana behind the counter. His movement stopped He Shenyan, who was having breakfast. His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the hall.

"You'd better not let your temper, Geralt. This is Kaldwin, not Novigrad, and no one from the Gregorian family will help you after sales."

"I don't believe he committed suicide."

"You went to his house yesterday, didn't you? No trace of ghosts, you said it yourself, and you said he was suffering from guilt, and I'm afraid he won't survive the winter. He may just be suffering from talking to you. Thrilling...I only have one word to tell you if you ask me."

He Shenyan picked up a piece of bread and put it into his mouth: "No one can save everyone, don't take yourself too seriously."

Having said that, when he finished his breakfast, UU read www. The mage uukanshu.com still walked out of the hotel door with the witcher.

"Do you really think there is something strange?" He Shenyan asked.

"If he wants to die, why publish that commission? It doesn't make sense."

But from Geralt's expression, you can't see too many mood swings. But he said a lot in one go.

"He died in the second half of the night, when the night spirits and a series of ghosts are most active. I did check every corner of the house carefully, but what if I missed something? If this is true It was done by the ghost... He, then this baron died indirectly by my hands."

Speaking of which, no more questions are needed. He Shenyan smiled and turned the corner: "Then, let's go to the coroner."

"You know the way?"

"What do you think?"

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