Chapter 232 The Woman in My Mind
He has a hunchback, uneven legs, and his entire face is covered with pimples.

It looks like a much smaller zombie with black hair.

After she was dragged out, the fisherman kicked her in the stomach, head and back as if he wanted to kill her.

Don't leave any strength.

But the girl seemed to be used to it.

"Why wasn't you the one sent away?"

"what!"

"Why wasn't you the one sent away?"

The fisherman cursed loudly.

"Ah—I was wrong! I was wrong!"

The girl screamed miserably and begged for mercy.

Although she herself didn't know what she had done wrong, and she didn't smell any alcohol on him.

"boom!"

The fisherman delivered another hard kick.

The girl did not feel any severe pain in her body, but instead heard her father's screams.

"what!"

She opened her eyes carefully.

A good-looking blue-eyed man with two swords on his back stood in front of her.

The father screamed because he kicked the blue-eyed man's leg.

The blue-eyed young man with two swords on his back looked coldly at his father who was still wailing while holding his right leg.

He turned around and smiled at her gently, then stretched out a hand and gently helped her up.

"Eh~"

After taking a closer look at the girl's appearance, Ailin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Now he finally understood why the fisherman was so eager to use the accident law to pay off his debts.

Crooked mouth, slanted eyes, protruding mouth, plus hunchback and uneven legs...

It is almost the same as Quasimodo as depicted in the previous life of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”.

A dirty rag was draped over his body, and his exposed skin was covered with bruises and wounds, as well as many traces of old injuries.

In addition, he had skillfully protected his vital parts just now.

It's obvious that he was often beaten.

Ailin glared at the fisherman hatefully.

After all, this is his child!
Tiger poison doesn’t even eat seeds!
How could a father beat his own flesh and blood like this?

And from what he had cursed before, the girl usually helped with washing clothes and taking care of the children at home.

What a beast!

Ailin cursed again in his heart.

Ailin, who was born in an orphanage in his previous life and traveled through time to become an orphan in this life, hates to see such things the most.

It brought back a lot of very bad memories for him.

The fisherman was still wailing.

Ailin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then reached into his wallet with his right hand.

"boom!"

A leather purse was thrown on the ground.

"There are a hundred orens in here..."

"Don't you want to send this girl away?"

"I want it!"

Ailin said coldly.

Then, regardless of whether the fisherman agreed or not, he took the girl's hand and walked out the door.

The girl had just come back to her senses from the pain and dizziness, and realized that the strange blue-eyed man in front of her was going to take her away, so she suddenly struggled.

"I don't want to go, Dad!"

"I don't want to leave!"

Ailin wasn't paying attention and the hand holding the girl's right hand was broken free.

The girl who was beaten beyond recognition ran towards her father who beat her.

But his father didn't care about her at all.

As soon as the fisherman recovered from the pain, he pounced on the purse. Then he shook the exquisite purse, listened to the "ding ding ding" sound of the coins colliding, and couldn't wait to open them one by one and count the orens.

Seeing the girl running towards him, he was so scared that he kicked her back.

"roll!"

"I am not your father. Now you are the master witcher."

As he spoke, the fisherman bowed and smiled flatteringly at Ailin, holding his purse tightly, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

"Woo—I don't want to go! I don't want to go!"

The girl was still crying, but she no longer dared to approach the fisherman.

"Get out, you shameful little monster!" Seeing that she refused to leave, the fisherman came over and wanted to kick her a few times.

But Ailin forced him back with a look.

The young witcher resisted the urge to kill the fisherman with a sword, looked at the crying girl on the ground, and sighed.

The magic power in the body is running.

After a Yakshi seal, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

Then, not caring about the dirt, Ailin picked up the girl with his right hand, put her on the horse's back, then climbed on the horse and rode towards the village entrance.

As he passed by Vesemir, he noticed that the witcher master seemed to be hesitant to speak.

but.

In the end, the witcher master just sighed and got on his horse.

"Goodbye, my two witchers!"

The fisherman carefully protected his money bag and watched the three men leave.

Only when the sound of the last horse disappeared at the end of the alley did the fisherman put away his flattering expression and raised his purse to his ear.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The sound of metal colliding is pleasant to the ears.

This is 100 orens!
He can only earn ten orens from fishing for a year!

"What a fool! Spending so much money on a little monster..."

"Demon Hunter is nothing more than that!"

The fisherman looked at the end of the alley and sneered smugly, showing no sign of feeling any pain at having his own flesh and blood taken away:

"Hehehe... Let's go to the pub..."

“I’m going to order the most expensive beer this time!”

……

After leaving the fisherman's village, the ugly faces of humans made Vesemir, Arryn and Mary silent for a long time.

When they walked onto the main road to Vengerburg from the fork in the road, the young witcher glanced at the little monster sleeping on the horse's back and suddenly spoke:
"I'm sorry, Master Vesemir."

"I'm a little impulsive!"

“It’s your money, spend it as you wish,” Vesemir said, shaking his head. “Just remember that the witcher master needs to support the school.”

"Of course, one throw is one hundred Orens..."

"Master Ailin is really generous..."

Being teased, Ailin smiled bitterly, shook his head and said nothing more.

Of course he knew that maybe he only needed to throw one or two Orens, or even with the fisherman's appearance, he might be able to take the little monster away without spending any money.

However, it is uncomfortable to measure a child's life with money.

So he subconsciously threw the bag of money down.

of course.

Ailin could still afford to spend one hundred orens to buy a happy mood.

After killing the big griffin and taking on a detective commission, Dieter gave him 1,200 orens, but Vesemir was only willing to take 100...

Mary even used the excuse of "not going forward to fight" and blushed and refused to accept even one Oren.

Plus the one given by Ben Ade College before.

Now Ailin had nearly two thousand orens in his pocket.

This does not include the more valuable magical materials in the saddle bags.

Ailin is now considered a small wealthy man.

However, Vesemir hasn't made much money since he came down the mountain.

The day for redeeming Elsa is far away. As if sensing the impolite gaze of Arlin, Vesemir glanced at the little monster, frowned, and said:

"It doesn't matter if I spend some money to buy her, but have you thought about what to do with her in the future?"

"Kaer Morhen is not a place for ordinary children to live..."

Ailin thought for a moment and was about to speak.

Suddenly I noticed that the little monster lying on the horse's back was breathing rapidly.

Ok?
The little monster woke up.

Even though I deliberately weakened the Axis seal, I shouldn't have woken up so quickly.

Ailin looked at the little monster pretending to be still asleep with some surprise.

Vesemir and Mary also noticed what was wrong with Arryn, followed his gaze to the horse's back, then pulled the reins to stop the horse.

"Get up when you wake up. It's not comfortable to lie on the horse's back like this."

After Ailin got off the horse, he patted her bulging back.

The little monster trembled like a kitten, and obediently got off the horse with the help of Ailin.

Then he lowered his head in silence.

No crying or fussing.

After seeing this, Ailin exchanged glances with Vesemir and asked carefully:

"Do you know what your situation is now?"

"My brother and I were sold to you by my father."

The little monster hunched her back and didn't look up, so Ailin and the others couldn't see the expression on her face at the moment.

Ailin was silent for a moment after hearing this.

Although he was also born an orphan, he suddenly didn't know what to say next.

If she cries and makes a fuss, it would be convenient for him to just give her a Yakshi.

But now that the person is quiet, it doesn't seem right to use magic to knock him out.

and……

No matter what, you can't keep getting confused, you always have to communicate.

But he was sent to an orphanage when he was born in his previous life, so he didn't quite understand what it felt like to be abandoned by his loved ones after he grew up.

I don’t know how to comfort a child after adopting him in this situation…

then.

He looked at Vesemir with some embarrassment.

Vesemir is a veteran witcher who has tricked many children into going up the mountain, so he must be familiar with this process.

However, he didn't expect that after Vesemir noticed his gaze, he turned his head very naturally and started talking to Mary, obviously not wanting to get involved in this matter.

Mary also smiled apologetically at Ailin, showing her attitude, although Ailin had not intended to count on her.

"How to do?"

"How should I put it?"

"What should I say?"

Ailin thought hard.

At this moment, something happened that the three people could not have imagined.

The little monster suddenly spoke.

"I...I can wash...wash clothes, I can...cook, and I can take care of children. Can you please not separate me and my brother..."

The little monster had a hoarse voice and was trembling with fear, not daring to raise his head.

"and……"

"I... I eat very little, just a little bit of leftovers every day..." Seeing that the three of them hadn't said anything, the little monster suddenly changed his words, "No... no... Just give me a little food every two days..."

"Don't separate me from my brother..."

"Don't separate me from my brother..."

"I...he is the only relative I have left..."

She seemed to have heard Vesemir's words about separating her from her brother, and kept trying to persuade the three of them.

But from beginning to end.

The little monster never raised his head.

"Or... bring her to Kaer Morhen as well..." Mary was a little reluctant and looked at Arryn cautiously, "There are only Lady Vera and I in the castle. Sometimes it's quite inconvenient."

Aelin had no objection.

So he looked to Vesemir.

Vesemir was being watched by two juniors, could he still veto?

Besides...

Such a tragic life story...

Even Ailin felt pity when he saw this, let alone the witcher master who was already not young anymore?
“Then take it with you…” Vesemir sighed.

As if to convince himself, he explained:
"Next time Mary comes down the mountain, Ms. Vera will indeed need someone to serve her..."

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

The little monster hunched over, still with his head down.

But in the bright spring sunshine...

"pat~"

"pat~"

The words of gratitude flowed out from the gaps in my dry and yellow hair along with the crystal tears...

Drop by drop.

Smashed on stone.

Ailin sighed again, gently lifted the little monster onto the carrot, and then climbed onto the horse.

The little monster wiped his tears, trying his best not to let them get on the saddle, then lowered his head and sat down obediently.

So sensible...it makes people feel distressed.

According to Ailin's experience, children of this age are so good at reading people's expressions.

The little monster must have suffered much, much more than Ailin could imagine.

Unfortunately, the sufferings in life do not discriminate against age.

I rode on the road for a long time.

Ailin suddenly discovered.

Although I kept calling her "little monster" in my heart, there was no way the girl could really be called that.

then.

He asked softly:
"I forgot to ask..."

"May I have your name?"

The little monster sniffed and whispered hoarsely:

"Ye...Niff, my name is Yennefer..."

Yennefer?
Ailin was stunned.

He also has a Yennefer in his mind.

Born around 1175, she was a sorceress from the capital of Aedirn, Vengerberg.

She is one of the five members of the Warlock Council that governs all wizards in the Northern Continent, and is also a member of the Coven of Sorceresses that controls world politics after the disintegration of the Brotherhood of Warlocks.

Moreover, she is proficient in potions and alchemy and is also a famous wealthy woman in the world of demon hunters.

It can be said that he has both power and money, and is extremely powerful.

of course.

The reason why Ailin remembered it so vividly was mainly because Yennefer was the heroine of the book "The Demon Hunter" and also the heroine of the Witcher game.

In the original novel and the game, the protagonist, the witcher Geralt, is basically either looking for Yennefer or on the way to find Ciri with Yennefer.

Natural and unforgettable.

The three elements of Vengerberg, Yennefer, and tragic life story were instantly connected in his mind, and he woke up from the influence of the Axis Seal so quickly...

He subconsciously looked at the little monster who was hunching over and lowering his head.

The dull and yellow hair is just due to malnutrition, but the natural color should be black.

If you think back carefully, the little monster's eyes are indeed violet.

verified.

It was definitely the Yennefer in his mind.

Instinctively, he glanced at the little monster again and thought:
"This hundred orens is really worth it!"

(End of this chapter)