Lann began to untie the Magic Rune Cloth and horse armor from the Qilin.
The badges on the chests of the three Demon Hunters began to tremble slightly.
"You've equipped a horse with all these things?"
Geralt raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Though I know you're quite wealthy, and this horse indeed looks imposingly strong. But... tsk, tsk, tsk."
His mature, hoarse voice made it easy for people to sense the sarcasm when he said such things.
Lann felt that this guy must have suffered a lot and offended many for his mouth.
Under the hanging, yet-to-be-fully-removed Rune Cloth, the Qilin's eyes, like red crystals, stared at Geralt, who stood with arms crossed appraising it.
With a "huff," the Qilin snorted loudly, and a thin blue arc burst from its fur.
Lann, who was removing its gear, had his silver hair stand on end instantly.
"Hey! We agreed! Control!"
Lann slapped the Qilin's rump, complaining aloud.
"I don't have Rune Cloth to shield me here!"
