Before long, after Triss leisurely opened the portal, a holy white figure with an arcing electric sound came rushing from afar like an illusion.
The location wasn't far from the village outside Novigrad, and there were still farmers bending over to till the large expanse of cultivated fields.
The appearance of the Qilin startled them immensely.
They shouted loudly, then dropped their tools, tugged the straw or cloth hats off their heads, and ran into the distance.
Running away at the first sign of unusual circumstances — this was essential knowledge for the survival of civilians in the Magic Middle Ages.
It was a world unfriendly to common people, and even to Demon Hunters.
On high mountains outside, there were griffins; traveling to the fields at noon might mean encountering incessantly dancing day spirits, while going near water might mean meeting groups of water ghosts and swamp witches....
Thus, a house, a sturdy door on the house, was the place where a farmer felt safest.
