This time we are gonna end our story with last part.
Geralt walked to the door to the other side of the room, behind which the staircase led to the second floor. "Caedmil Vattghern" he was addressed by an elf sitting behind a massive table. "I was expecting you sooner, but as I can see, my unconventional messenger handled it. Well, I will not lie to you, I want to kill you, for what you have done to us "the elf revealed in the smile his tiny teeth. "Then why did not you send the assassins instead of the" invitations "or even better the arrow in the back? I could reject the invitation, but the arrow hardly. " Suppose I wanted to meet you and talk a little bit, "the elf said, putting his hands under his chin. "I was warned by superiors before you. You have to excuse me for not telling his true identity. Well let's say that despite the warning, I underestimated you. You've made it for us a bit difficult. " Us? "Geralt asked. "Why would you Aen Seidhe have a reason to work with the Order of the Roses?" "The Order was just a tool. They only provided us the means to conduct experiments. We just had to provide them a couple of crippled mutants. As you know, you already have the honor. " How many are there so-called good ones? "The witcher asked. "I said too much, I'd rather answer one question by you. How am I supposed to solve this situation? I failed my master and my only point is to bring your head to him. " What about this: you pull your pants, beat yourself with your belt, you promise to be good, then you sneak out somewhere, you find a nice sheelf and you'll live happily ever after, "Geralt smiled. "Well, I think this will not work out," Geas grinned. "We probably have to count on a traditional solution," he said, pulling a sword from the scabbard resting beside the table. "Are you not listening to the voice of reason?" Geralt asked, straining the belt by two-pinch. "Pity." The Elf quickly jump over the table. When he landed, he tried to hut Geralt under his belt. The witcher countered the attack slightly, and with the piruette he fled from another swing aiming at head this time. Then the witcher attacked through a short, economical cut. The sword ran into an oblique blockade. The elf stepped forward and stabbed from his knees. Geralt cleared his blade and grabbed Geas with a powerful cut across his chest. The attack was so strong that it had put him back on his feet just to be able to fall back on his knees. "I have to admit that the belt would probably be a better choice," he said, and buried his face in a dusty floor.
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