God of the shackler (3)

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a subtle luster flashed in his blue eyes. He immediately showed an apologetic expression.

"Mr quellas is not in tassel at the moment."

"He's at the watchman fortress. The Lord of the Icewind territory, lady Evelyn, had invited him to host the ceremony of the accumulated cold days to celebrate the passing of the coldest moment, but the goddess's favor had always been there. If you want to visit him, you might as well go to the watchman fortress."

"It's not convenient for outsiders to enter the current tassel.Even though you grew up here, but ..."

At this point, he bowed politely and looked up with a bright smile.

"Please don't cause me to fail in my duty."

Geralt was stunned for a moment. He found it hard to understand, but he was an honest man after all, so he could only nod hesitantly.

"I'll send you off. If you need, I can point the way."

"I'm Lancer."

The young man smiled and asked him to leave.