10. Teressa's necklace?

With the Dragonfly arriving, Ron ended his meditation. As the evening sun set, the female Witcher had a bored expression on her face. "Looks like it was more challenging than she thought."

Dragonfly waved her hand to indicate that it didn't important "The story of someone's chicken being stolen was far more important than the others. Fortunately, without anyone noticing, I captivated them all with Axii. Then, at the end of the conversation, which caused a lot of trouble, what I realized was that four people disappeared from the village."

Ron nodded, "Yes, Givilt, Hagen, Griffa and Teressa these four names have an interesting story. Givilt and Hagen compete for a woman named Teressa, and Givilt wins. In Hagen he marries a woman named Griffa, who is three years younger than Teressa."

Ron scratched his back a little, "Then Griffa gets sick and, interestingly, with the village witch not at home, they decide to go straight to another place on their own. They disappear in the village by stealing a horse-drawn carriage, but their destination is not the road out of the village, but the back road with the crops."

Dragonfly thought for a while, "Since the route to Murivel includes the main road to the village, their purpose is… Why would four villagers try to get to Montecalvo in a hurry? Okay, I get it, even though Phillippa Eilhart is one of the most powerful sorceresses ever seen in Temaria, that doesn't mean she'll help them unconditionally. On the contrary, she might kill them with such boredom, since she was bothering him by not helping at all." Dragonfly paused for a moment, then nodded, "I don't think we have time to think about that now. I'll have to track down at once."

With these words, Ron said, "If we had a blood nail or the worst clothing of these four, it would be very easy to find out what their severity was. With a little Pyromancy, I could easily see what was going on."

Dragonfly grinned, "Well, lucky you, I needed their clothes to track them down, and then I found ripped boots in a man named Givilt's house."

For a moment, Ron imagined Dragonfly sniffing the boots, then he inadvertently compared it to hounds and could hardly control himself not to burst into laughter. Trying to keep his face as cool as possible, he said, "Well, great, now if we light a bonfire and then light your shoes on the fire, we might know what's going on."

Dragonfly pulled the boots out of her bag and handed them to Ron, "Also, contrary to that silly thought in your head, I just need to keep it close at hand, we're just stopping by for your magic stuff or I've easily traced it by now."

Ron just shrugged, knowing he had been caught.

"Anyway, now let's light a fire and see what's going on."

Ron was very careful when pronouncing words in the ancient language, having previously made prophecies about himself, large and small, to find out. The biggest of these was about what to eat tomorrow, and he knew very well how deceiving fire could be, with his other teachers and especially Master Marcellus teaching him well. Fire used to tell people to take the violence and the most improbable move, and if one was fooled by it and made an irregular and hasty use of pyromancy, it had serious damage up to the death of the wearer.

Ron finished and threw the boots into the fire. He waited for the boots to burn well and then began to form sentences in another ancient language.

The landscape of his eyes changed. He was in a forest that was trembling slightly from the fire. In front of him were four people whose carriage had overturned. Both of the horses had freed themselves from the carriage and fled.

The sick Griffa immediately flashed before Ron's eyes. His body seemed lifeless, and as soon as Ron saw signs of his illness, he observed symptoms that had gone from a simple cold to pneumonia. Now this part of the two elders' stories was sitting down.

Ron shifted his focus to the distant shouts. He saw Givilt and Hagen fighting, both struggling to stand, breathing heavily. Their faces were bloody from the fight, Ron stopped looking at the fight for a moment and his eyes went to another woman. The woman hid in a corner and, with the effect of shock, was staring at the two of them silently. Her hands were constantly stroking the necklace around her neck, she. Sometimes he would sway in his seat, while Ron paid no more attention, starting to witness the fight. "Hagen, why don't you understand! Teressa chose me and we both got married. Your wife is dying here and you're still dealing with Teressa's necklace?"

The man named Hagen, who was more muscular than the other but whose face was full of various wounds, was breathing like an ox. "That necklace, that necklace cursed Griffa. I need to get that necklace, if I take it to Montecalvo my wife can get well again! Don't you still understand? This woman cursed my wife! She cursed me just because I abandoned her and started a new life! Even now look at him, do you see the pleasure in her eyes? How make her happy to two of us fight."

At these words, Ron stopped paying attention to the two of them and observed Teressa, a genuinely happy smile on her face. However, her curiosity was in the necklace around her neck. The necklace looked quite ordinary. He couldn't tell if it was a magical artifact since he was in the pyromancy right now, but he didn't really think it was.

Ron noticed that the chill of the fire was slowly disappearing. The fire was going to die out at any moment, he looked around, hoping to see what else he could see in those seconds, but the only thing that caught his attention was the overturned car near the main road and the two fighting under a tall tall stone.

Knowing that he could stand no longer, Ron immediately disconnected before the fire died down, and his vision returned to where he was.

"What happened, did you find anything?"

Ron frowned, not learning much from the events. "All I could learn was that on a main road their carriage tipped over, the horses ran away, and two men fought under a tall boulder. Givilt and Hagen were fighting for the necklace around Teressa's neck."

Dragonfly thought for a moment, then turned back and said, "You'd better get your horse, it could be a long way at any moment."

Ron was thinking the same thing. It was a mystery how far they had traveled, but just in case, he left his mark on the lower back of the rock he was sitting on here. Then he walked to the barn to get the Mustang.