Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 49 Weiss
Ivan rode comfortably on the horse's back, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing in his face. The chestnut horse stepped lightly and happily, its hooves tapping rhythmically on the cobblestone road, making a crisp sound.

"What name should I give you?" Ivan thought to himself as he gently touched the mane on the neck of the chestnut horse that was extremely close to him.

Naming your mount is a special part of The Witcher World and you have to try it.

Geralt arbitrarily named each of his horses "Carrot", while the talented bard Dandelion gave his mount a poetic name - "Pegasus", symbolizing the Pegasus born from the blood of the siren Medusa in mythology.

"Since your hair is red, I'll name you"

"Red Hare? Not very good. This name doesn't seem auspicious for the owner."

"Coca-Cola? No, I'm afraid I'll have to pay copyright fees for that."

"Xiao Zao? That's even worse. Giving someone this name will bring divine punishment."

Roche, who was ahead, suddenly spurred his horse to greater speed, raising a cloud of dust. Seeing this, Ivan tightened his grip on his horse's flank. The bay horse immediately understood, letting out a puff of hot air from its nose. Then, with a stomp of its hooves, it sped up sharply and followed closely behind.

As the horse galloped, its mane fluttered in the sunlight, resembling a surging flame. Ivan stared at the vibrant red, his heart stirring slightly as the corners of his mouth curled up.

"From now on, your name will be 'Red Flame'." Ivan patted the chestnut horse's neck and whispered in its ear.

As if he understood, Chi Yan roared, took more vigorous steps, and chased after the wind.

The Blue Guard's camp didn't seem to be located in Vizima's trading district, but rather away from the bustling marketplace. After crossing a bridge and rounding two bends, Roche and his men finally slowed down and slowly entered a quieter area.

Judging from the map we saw when we first entered Vizima, this should be the outskirts of Vizima.

Philip also reined in his horse and rode up to Ivan.

Ivan turned to look at him, his eyes filled with confusion, his meaning clear as day: Didn't I tell you to get your feet under you before discussing my affairs with Roche? Why are you here so soon?

Philip smiled and told Ivan what he had just experienced.

"When I first arrived at the Blue Guards' camp, I happened to see them holding an archery competition. Roche asked me to participate, so I..."

"Won first place?" Ivan then remembered that Philip's shooting skills were indeed quite good. After all, according to him, when the scissor-tailed dragon captured the baron's little daughter, he was the only one among so many guards present who had the courage to shoot an arrow at it and hit its wing.

"No, I came in second." Philip spread his hands, his tone somewhat unconvinced. "I lost to Weiss, the blond beauty on horseback in front."

"It wasn't just bows and arrows, but also crossbows, throwing knives, and even just throwing stones to break distant wine bottles. I lost to her in every way." Philip sighed. "Although I never brag, I've always been very confident in my shooting skills. I didn't expect to be defeated in all aspects by a woman. It's really depressing."

"That's pretty good." Ivan followed Philip's gaze to the blonde woman standing beside Roche. She was the only woman in Roche's team, wearing an unusually revealing uniform. Her striking appearance and exquisite figure made her stand out from the crowd. "Ves?" Ivan had guessed her identity the moment he saw her. She was the woman who had stayed by Roche's side even after Temeria was destroyed, accompanying him in his unrealistic goal of restoring his country.

Weiss was a very famous marksman among the Blue Guards. Rather than saying that Philip lost to her, it would be more surprising to Ivan that he actually defeated all the other Blue Guards and won the second place.

Ivan noticed Weiss's arms. Although she was a woman, her arms were smooth and powerful. Her skin was slightly tanned from long-term sun exposure. Whenever she raised her arms, her muscles formed tight and well-proportioned curves. There were no overly exaggerated muscle masses, but one could see the explosive power contained within them at a glance.

Is this the arm of a female archer? Ivan pondered. In his previous life, he had seen too many slender and elegant female archers in movies and TV series—thin and beautiful, as if drawing the bow was just a matter of plucking the strings of a musical instrument. Of course, this wasn't the case in the real world.

If you want to draw a bow strong enough to penetrate armor, it is absolutely impossible without sufficient strength and endurance. All the famous archers in history were strongmen.

From an anatomical point of view, long-term archery practice will fully exercise the biceps, triceps and forearm muscles of the arms, and thicken the muscle fibers to meet the tension required to repeatedly pull the bowstring.

Such arms naturally would not look very slender, but how did Weiss maintain such a hot figure while having such strong arms? This kind of knowledge was probably beyond Ivan's cognition.

Wait, Ivan seemed to have seen a female arm like this not long ago.

Ivan suddenly remembered that the elf female teller at Vivaldi Bank had arm muscles very similar to those of Weiss in front of him!
When she handed the bag of gold coins to Ivan, her movements were relaxed and casual, without showing any effort at all.

So, she is definitely not just an ordinary bank teller!

Just as Ivan was thinking, Weiss, who was riding a horse in front, seemed to notice Ivan's gaze. She turned her head and glared at Ivan with anger in her eyes.

Ivan then realized that his behavior was impolite and smiled apologetically at Weiss to ease his embarrassment.

Weiss snorted coldly, then turned her head and continued to ride forward.

Philip came over with a teasing smile on his face, "Ivan, do you like Weiss's style? Tsk tsk, you have good taste."

He lowered his voice, his tone ambiguous: "But I have to warn you, although I'm new here too, I've heard that this person has a bad temper and is very hot-tempered. Be careful, one day she might nail you to the wall with an arrow."

Ivan glanced at Philip and said calmly and indifferently, "There's nothing to talk about with someone like you who can't even compare to a woman."

Philip was stunned at first, then his face flushed red, and he glared anxiously: "Hey, what do you mean by that? You have no idea how accurate her shooting is. Even if you are a demon hunter with better physical fitness than ordinary people, you will definitely not be able to beat her!"

"We, the demon hunters of the Griffin School, don't use crossbows. Only those of the Cat School and the Bear School know how to use them. So, there's no need to compete, because I don't know how to use them at all."

Ivan kicked his horse's belly and controlled Chiyan to move forward, leaving Philip with a flushed face standing there.

(End of this chapter)