Today isn't your day, is it?
What will it be?
Point me to the Alderman's house.
- It's down the alley to the left... - Isadora.
We don't want your kind here, Witcher.
tell me where he is and I'll be on my way.
You don't give the orders around here...
you mutant son of a bitch.
自己走 还是用绳子牵你走 自己选
On your own or at the end of a rope, your choice.
Not a hard choice.
Yeah, fuck that. Kill him with your bare hands if you have to.
来啊 猎魔人 你不会是怕我们吧
C'mon, Witcher. You're not scared of us, are ya?
Show us what you've got.
Can you not leave it alone for a moment?
- Witchers can't be trusted. - I'm not speaking to you.
I apologize for my man's interference in your day.
Hopefully he can improve his behavior by tomorrow's market.
Come on, lads.
Beer for my friend here and one for me.
I am speaking to you now, good sir.
Want some breakfast?
My mother, God rest her, would be mortified.
Our secret, then.
So, what brings you to Blaviken, White Hair?
You came for a monster?
I was traveling by the swamp.
That would be your mistake, then.
Why wouldn't you travel by main roads?
It's hard to make a living on main roads.
And you desperately need money for new clothes.
Two more beers.
More and more, I find monsters wherever I go.
How much coin for your kikimora, then?
I killed a rat this morning with my breakfast fork.
Stabbed it in its fat little gut.
My mother nearly fainted, but what was I supposed to do?
It had been shitting in our pantry for days.
- You mentioned coin. - Yes.
Isadora said you were looking for my father.
She's a gossip, you see.
Probably went two steps into the Lord's Inn
before she was running off telling everyone
an evil witcher had arrived.
You don't scare me.
That's too bad.
And I can also tell you
that my father will have no use for this beast.
He posted a flyer.
For a graveir.
Kikimoras are useful.
You should speak to Master Irion, our wizard.
He's willing to pay for odds and ends he needs for elixirs.
I sold him our dog when it died.
Take me to him.
I got 15 crowns for the yappy mutt.
That's enough to buy some new clothes.
Come on, Roach.
Have you ever killed a succubus?
That's not a thing.
So you've killed the rest?
I think that makes you a hero.
My mother says you're the offspring of foul sorcery,
a diabolic creation, a filthy degenerate born of Hell.
Have you ever been to Hell?
I've never even left Blaviken.
Because my mother's never left Blaviken,
and if it's good enough for Libushe,
then it's good enough for Marilka.
That's my name.
What's your name?
Where are you from, Geralt?
I don't know where that is,
but I could learn, if you'd let me.
Because I'm a girl and girls can't be witchers.
Which I think is probably the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
I want more.
I have to be more,
because I don't know what to do
in Blaviken for the rest of my life,
except go to the boring old market.
And kill rats.
Here we are.
I am Stregobor.
I have a kikimora for Master Irion.
Yes, well, forgive the confusion.
Irion created this tower, but he's been dead 200 years.
So, in order to honor him, I've taken his name as my...
He create this illusion, too?
No, this is, uh... this is...
my own creation.
Helps pass time more delightfully.
Because you're in hiding, Stregobor.
How very clever of you...
Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken.
Not many of my likeness left.
I'd offer you my condolences, but...
I seem to remember that witchers don't feel...
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