The Creators: From Night City

The islands of Skellige are highly autonomous, and only the safety of the Temple of the Goddess Freya, the spiritual totem of the archipelago, can attract the attention of all family leaders.

"So that's why Yennefer was called by Mossack in such a hurry to deal with this matter together?" Geralt asked back.

"We suspect someone is behind this. Mossak said that nature is absolutely incapable of causing a tsunami of this magnitude."

At this moment, the demon hunter glanced at Jiang Bing as if remembering something. Seeing that Jiang Bing did not object, he put down his cup and said solemnly to his old friend: "You may not believe it, but when the storm hit, our ship happened to pass by the edge. Saber discovered something in the center of the storm. I think you will be interested."

Out of trust in his friend, Kratz immediately focused his attention and asked, "What did you find in the storm?"

Geralt's expression was gloomy at this moment: "Kraken"

"Sigh~~"

Kratz was indeed a man who could gulp down a large glass of mead in one gulp. His lung capacity was surprisingly large, and the way he gasped for air made Jiang Bing's gums ache slightly.

"This is troublesome." Kratz's expression was equally gloomy and uncertain, his eyes were lifeless, and he was obviously thinking intensely.

"You'd better hurry to the Sacred Forest of Sindar and tell Mossak and the others this news."

This was Geralt's original intention, so he naturally would not refuse.

"Mr. Sabul can stay here. There is plenty of mead here." Kratz extended an invitation to stay overnight.

But Jiang Bing politely refused. What a joke. Who could resist watching such a lively scene?

So the two of them successfully boarded a long ship under Kratz's arrangement and headed to Indarsfair Island on the east side.

Indalsfell is the smallest island in the Skellige Archipelago and also the birthplace of the islander culture. Before the two of them had even had time to ride the wind and waves, they had already arrived at the port in the north of the island.

The originally very simple port had been destroyed by the tsunami. When the two arrived by boat, some islanders were cleaning up the various garbage and debris left in the port after the flood receded.

"The tsunami caused by that storm was really huge." Geralt jumped off the boat and walked with Jiang Bing for several hundred meters. They could still see traces of erosion by the surging waves everywhere.

"After all, the size of the Kraken is there." Jiang Bing twitched his nose uncomfortably. A large number of fish and shrimps washed ashore by the waves had already rotted under the scorching sun, emitting a pungent fishy stench.

Fortunately, Freya's temple is very easy to find. Not to mention that there are signposts at every intersection on the road, you can find out the exact location by just asking anyone.

When the two arrived at Freya's temple, they found that the damage here was even worse. The entire ancient temple was covered with signs of being flooded. The steps were covered with green moss and a large amount of marine plankton debris. The indoor flowers, candles, pottery jars, decorative tapestries, and even the tall statue of Freya were covered with coarse salt grains left after the evaporation of sea water.

The main reason for this situation is that Freya's temple is located in a valley, deep underground, without a dome, and its height difference from the outside world is more than a dozen steps.

When the tsunami hit, the temple avoided the most deadly impact because of its unique structure, but this was also its downfall. The bowl-shaped structure caused it to accumulate a large amount of seawater, which could not be discharged in a short period of time.

Several women dressed as priestess were busy with rags, carefully wiping the salt stains in the temple to prevent them from corroding the interior of the temple. Two priests were carefully placing a large number of small statues of cats and falcons around the statue of the goddess. These things were all sacrifices offered by the believers.

As the patron saint of prophets, diviners, and psychics, cats and falcons are her sacred apostles.

"Are you two here to worship the goddess?" A woman in brown priestly attire stopped the two people who were peeking at the door.

"No," Jerlock said honestly, "We are friends of Mossak. We came to see him for something."

The priestess scanned the two men from head to toe, her gaze lingering for a moment on Geralt's cat eyes and the witcher badge on his neck.

"Are you a witcher?" the priestess answered irrelevantly.

“Obviously,” Geralt shrugged.

"Then can you help us get rid of the monster that has been lurking in the garden of Goddess Freya? The garden has been abandoned for a long time because of it."

Geralt was no stranger to trading quests for information. "Alright, Priestess, if I help you get rid of the monster in the Goddess's Garden, you'll tell me the whereabouts of Mossack, right?"

“Why do you think so?” The priestess glared at Geralt. “The goddess taught us not to use the opportunity to threaten others.”

"Master Mossak and a sorceress did come here, but after confirming that only the temple was flooded and everything else was safe, they cast a spell to divert all the sea water. After finishing this, the two of them went to Ajige Village in the east together." The priestess stated the whereabouts of the archdruid in a clear and concise manner.

"As for the monster in the garden, the Mokgwa, if you're interested, you can give it a try, but don't hold your hopes too high. Many warriors have fought it before, but none have been able to kill it. If you can do it, the goddess is willing to give you an equal reward, demon hunter."

"As for you, an outsider, if you are interested, you can go in and worship Goddess Freya. The door of the temple is open to any believer." The priestess finally couldn't bear Jiang Bing's behavior of peeking at the door, and admonished him.

Jiang Bing, however, shook his head abnormally and rejected the other party with a very firm attitude.

Chapter 375 Living Acorn

In the craftsman's view, the spacious, simple and harmonious temple was filled with a faint golden mist, and the statue of the goddess Freya was condensed with a thick layer of golden light, as if it was coated with a layer of gold.

Jiang Bing knew that there really were gods in this world, and there was no need for him to do so. He still didn't want to deal with them, and it would be best not to set foot in the temple.

The two said goodbye to the priestess named Joesta and prepared to return to the intersection along the way they came. However, just after they finished climbing the stairs, Jiang Bing suddenly froze in place, staring blankly at the wooden fence at the upper left entrance.

“A cat?” Geralt followed his gaze and spotted a black cat perched on top of the fence, staring intently at the two of them.

The cat was fat and strong, with shiny fur and two amber cat eyes that looked very similar to Geralt.

Even after the two of them passed through the wooden door and turned the corner, the black cat was still squatting on the fence of the temple area, staring at them from afar.

"Is there something wrong with this cat?" Geralt's experience as a witcher made him keenly aware of any anomalies.

"There is a problem, but the problem isn't with the cat." Jiang Bing's answer was vague.

"If it's not a cat, then what else could it be?"

"woman."

Geralt struggled to think over the nonsense Jiang Bing was saying, and walked eastward along the muddy road until he arrived at his destination.

This place is very easy to identify. There should have been a small hill next to the fishing village, with some wooden racks on it for drying fish, but now most of the racks have disappeared.

The same goes for the small hills.

A huge ravine lay before the two men. The ravine was shallow, but wide enough for ten horses to run side by side.

The two men stepped on the wet liquid on the ground and soon found the archdruid in the pit.

Mossak was wearing a traditional tall black hat decorated with dried deer antlers. He was squatting on the ground fiddling with something, holding an original staff decorated with green leaves in his hand.

It was a pile of mucus, thick, turbid and full of fishy smell.

"Geralt, are you here?" Yennefer was hiding in a high place with her sleeves hugged. The sorceress who always loved beauty didn't want to touch these dirty things.

"This thing doesn't look like a product of magic." The Archdruid first made a judgment about the pile of mucus, and then stood up to greet the two of them.

After a brief introduction, Geralt went straight to stating his purpose.

"The Kraken?" the old druid tugged at his beard. "Shouldn't the king of sea monsters be sleeping soundly in the Sedna Abyss right now?"

The old druid squatted down again, nonchalantly scooped up a large piece of mucus with his palm, rubbed it in his hand, then sniffed it, and finally licked it a few times with his tongue in front of Jiang Bing's unexpected expression.

"But in that case, this mucus does match the characteristics of sea monster's body fluids."

"This is troublesome," the old druid frowned. "This means there might be a deep-sea monster lurking in the eastern waters right now. I must notify Kratz immediately and have him tell everyone not to go fishing in the eastern seas for the time being."

The situation was urgent, so the druid immediately cast a spell to summon a tit. No one knew what means he used, but after muttering to the bird for a while, the tit nodded humanely and flew away.

"Geralt, I think you should know that a series of major events have happened on the island, which really kept me busy. Please forgive me for not being able to join you in looking for Ciri." The old druid said with shame.

"It's okay, Mossak. I think Yennefer and I are enough."

"It's just that my friend Sabul wants to ask you something, and I hope you can help answer it."

"Of course, if there's anything."

Geralt turned around and motioned to Jiang Bing to talk, but found that the other party was looking up at the sky.

A falcon is circling high in the sky.

It was not until Geralt called out that Jiang Bing came to his senses, took out the acorn and showed it to the archdruid.

"I'd like to ask you if you have any information about it."

The Archdruid was indeed quite knowledgeable in nature. He could tell at a glance that the acorn in Jiang Bing's hand was extraordinary. At least he did not immediately conclude that it was an ordinary acorn.

He took the acorn, cast a spell with one hand to make a few green branches grow on the already green staff, then placed the acorn among them and listened attentively.

"Oak above!"

The archdruid's originally sad expression was replaced by solemnity, and more tender branches grew from the staff, surrounding the acorn.

But after a moment, the nature walker's magic power suddenly dissipated.

"It's alive." Mossak opened his mouth and announced the shocking news.

“It is sleeping, but nature can still hear its long breathing.”

The druid carefully picked the acorn from the branches and returned it to Jiang Bing without hesitation.

"It's just that the shell encasing it is too solid. It can't be awakened simply by relying on ordinary communication with nature. If you want to contact it, you need to go to the Druid Circle and use the will of nature gathered there to perform a ceremony together."

The old druid observed Jiang Bing carefully: "Although I don't know where you got it from, there is no doubt that it is an extremely special existence."

Jiang Bing understood what the other party meant.

"How are you going to solve this matter, Lord Mossak?" Jiang Bing changed the subject and asked about the sudden sea monster riot.

"Ha, in the druid way, of course."

Soon, Jiang Bing understood what the druid way meant when the archdruid spoke of it.

As we all know, druids can communicate with nature, flowers, trees, birds and beasts, and the Kraken is naturally a member of the natural ecosystem.

In short, the Archdruid was going to have a chat with the giant octopus.

To communicate with a monster of the size of the Kraken, even Mossak, as the best among druids, still needs the power of rituals. He needs to carefully prepare a druid-style natural ritual, a complicated, large-scale, and well-prepared ritual.

Geralt and Yennefer, who were well versed in mysticism, naturally assisted him.

The agile demon hunter took on errands, which included catching turtles in the sea, picking fruits in the mountains, killing monsters, digging out their internal organs, and going to the inn to look for cheese.

Ye Naife cast a spell to help the Archdruid reshape the terrain and build the altar.

Jiang Bing, on the other hand, became a person with nothing to do.

So he found an open place and started his sea fishing career.

Jiang Bing's fishing results were not ideal. The high-tech bait from the modern world was full of technology and ruthlessness. Although it almost confused the fish in the shallow waters of Indalsfair Island, he also underestimated the agility of these fish living in the magical world.

He cast his rod for a long time before he hooked a small eye mackerel.

Chapter 376 Kelby

This fish has silvery-white scales on its back, which looks like an eye from a distance, hence the name eye mackerel.

However, despite its impressive name, it is just one of the most common fish caught in the sea.

Just as Jiang Bing brought the little fish ashore, a cat's meow sounded from behind him.

Jiang Bing turned around, and sure enough, it was the black cat from Freya's Temple, squatting on a rock behind him, licking its paws and staring at Jiang Bing - with the catch in its hand.

So the fish was naturally sacrificed to the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult.

Perhaps it was the goddess Freya's blessing, Jiang Bingshi's luck turned and he started catching fish. However, most of them were small mackerel, sea bass-like fish, palm-sized red silk fish, and many small fish that Jiang Bing had never seen before.

Needless to say, the black cat behind him benefited from it.

Just as Jiang Bing was gazing at the eagle circling high in the sky with boredom, the boom in his hand suddenly sank and almost fell out of his hand.

But Boss Jiang was a man of great character. He bent down immediately and reached out to grab the fish. But before he could exert any force, the high-strength carbon fiber fishing line on the fishing rod reached its limit and broke instantly.

Under the gaze of the black cat, Jiang Bing dropped the fishing rod in his hand and jumped off the platform. Within half a minute, he climbed back up the platform carrying a nearly one-meter-long golden haddock.

What a joke! You've taken the bait set by Boss Jiang and you still want to escape? No way.

The huge cod fell in front of the black cat. In its anthropomorphic eyes of astonishment and contempt, Jiang Bing returned to his original position and continued to sit firmly on the fishing platform.

The only difference is that this time the fishing line was replaced with a high-strength metal twisted wire.

Fishing is a sport that is beneficial to both body and mind, and fishing is a profession with great powers.

It can be said that in most cases, they can catch everything except fish.

All kinds of garbage, animal carcasses, unexploded bombs from the war, crocodiles, suitcases, RMB, or RMB fragments may all be successfully brought ashore through their hooks.

Jiang Bing naturally couldn't escape the curse.

Just as he was watching Geralt calmly as he came ashore from the distant dock with a boatload of goods, the black cat behind him suddenly jumped in front of him and leaned over the sea.

Then the alloy fishing rod in his hand suddenly sank again, but this time Jiang Bing was prepared.

Amidst the sudden explosion in the air, Jiang Bing's arm instantly left several afterimages, and he swung the fishing rod in an arc, throwing the fish that had taken the bait onto the shore behind him.

However, as soon as the hook came out of the water, he found something wrong. He didn't catch a fish this time, but a horse instead.

A horse made of seaweed.

It is light brown all over and looks like a small horse, but if you look closely you can see that its body is made up of countless tiny seaweeds.