These are the representatives of Witcher Order this time: a sorceress and several demon hunters.
There seemed to be only a few people, but the formation was quite large.
Dick knows, it's not that they don't take this matter seriously, but that they take it very seriously.
[Witcher Order] itself consists of three factions of demon hunters and the resident warlocks at Kaer Morhen.
There are nearly a hundred demon hunters, large and small, and nearly ten warlocks.
The leader of each faction is responsible for its leadership.
[School of the Lynx]Master;
[School of the Coyote]Vesemir;
[School of the Grizzly Bear]Beier;
Of course, this is only apparent.
Every time they faced a major decision, these three people would ask a warlock for his opinion.
A Northern Kingdoms[imperial warlock] resident in Kaer Morhen.
Although demon hunters are active all over the mainland and Kaer Morhen is rarely visited, after all, it is considered to be within the territory of Northern Kingdoms and was established with the support of the royal family.
The [Royal Warlock] sent by the royal family became the bridge between the demon hunters and the upper class.
The sorceress Ruiwen is both the royal sorcerer and the auxiliary sorcerer of [School of the Lynx] Trial of the Grasses, with dual identities.
In other words, Ruiwen is regarded as the eyes of the nobles, responsible for monitoring the demon hunters and mediating the conflicts between the demon hunters and ordinary people.
If a problem occurs within [Witcher Order], just like what happened to me now, solve it internally first;
If it cannot be resolved, it will be reported to the royal family.
Just as he was thinking about it, the castle door was opened, and Fisher and several soldiers came in with a group of Odinburg residents, and then stood on both sides of the long table.
The soldiers are responsible for maintaining order.
"Dick, please sit at the end of the long table." Ruiwen instructed, and then she sat in the center of the long table.
Dick followed suit and sat across from Ruiwen.
"Dick, long time no see." Master said, and then he found a seat to the left of Ruiwen's main seat and sat down.
"Master." Dick said in a deep voice.
Dick wanted to use his nostrils to look at people according to the original behavior, but the original person seemed to have a respectful attitude when he was around Master.
So Dick decided not to add any unnecessary fuss and just let nature take its course.
"Although I am your master, you should also face problems.
"A sorcerer apprentice named Xiya at the magic school reported you, saying that you seemed to be doing some mischief during your time at Odenburg.
"Originally, besides sending the warlock Ruiwen, Magic Academy..."
Speaking of this, he looked at the sorceress next to him and said, "I still want to send a few more sorcerers, but I was persuaded by Xiya. I don't know what's going on with you."
"But according to the procedure, we still have to review you. Of course, you should already know the two people opposite me."
"Hello, Mr. Vesemir, Geralt." Dick said hello to the two demon hunters on the right side of the main seat.
"Hello, Dick." Vesemir looked cynical, stroking his beard as if he didn't care.
Geralt nodded gently with no expression on his face.
Then Vesemir said a wise saying from a certain love saint of the Three Kingdoms, "By the way, Dick, are there any dancers in this city?"
Then he blinked again.
"Ah?" Dick opened his mouth slightly, "... I'm not sure about this."
"Vesemir!" Geralt, who was next to him, spoke, his voice low and hoarse, but different from Dick's senior brother Kayn's neighing like a poisonous snake.
His voice sounded like he had just smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and it sounded very magnetic.
When I opened my mouth, I started to sound like a smoker.
"The most important thing for us now," Geralt looked at Dick with a sharp gaze, "Is to solve the trouble in front of us."
"I understand." Vesemir said nonchalantly.
"But Geralt, this is wrong. No matter what, Dick is also of the same kind as us. You cannot use the word 'solve'."
"Moreover, Dick, like you, was given a title by the king. To a certain extent, he is also the pride of our Witcher Order."
"I used the wrong word." Geralt crossed his arms and nodded.
But judging from his disdainful expression, he probably didn't think so.
Dick can basically guess what Geralt is thinking at this time:
A crane is on the same level as me, the best demon hunter student in School of the Coyote. This is a joke!
"By the way, Dick, Russell and Ivan went to a nearby pub to drink. Anyway, you can see them in a while." Master on the side interrupted, breaking the awkward atmosphere on the court.
Ruiwen raised his head, looked around, and finally looked at Dick: "Everyone, the chat is over, now we are going to start your trial."
"Okay, Ruiwen."
Master took the words and took out a scroll from his waist pocket, "Dick, I will not care about our master-disciple relationship anymore."
After unrolling the scroll, he began to read slowly, "The demon hunter Dick was reported by the Magic Academy quasi-warlock Xiya. After several days of investigation, it was found that you committed the following crimes during the few days of Odinburg.
"1. On weekdays, he relies on his identity as a demon hunter to bully Odinburg merchants and eat Overlord Meal 16 times in various shops.
"Because the store resisted, the number of people beaten reached 8 times, and a certain store was repeatedly beaten 6 times.
Speaking of this, Master looked away from the judgment scroll, looked up at Dick and smiled slightly, "In the end, this store owner was killed by the monster before Jatu attacked the city."
Dick frowned slightly, knowing that he was talking about the owner of the breakfast shop who was killed by Broom Witch before.
Master lowered his head and continued reading:
"Two, you forced yourself into a house 6 times. The reason is that you want to eat freely after meals?"
Master glanced at Dick in surprise. The latter had a serious face with no unnecessary expression.
But Dick is also complaining crazily in his heart:
It turns out that you really have nothing to do, and this approach is no different from that of a street kid.
But Vesemir laughed when he heard it, "After eating the Overlord meal, after beating someone to warm up, and then taking a walk, it's very reasonable, hahaha."
Seeing the expressionless faces of several people around him, Vesemir put his hands behind his head again and looked up at the ceiling, looking like he was out of his body.
Master rubbed his temples and handed the scroll to Vesemir on the other side, "You should read it. For my own disciples, sometimes I really can't speak."
Vesemir took it nonchalantly and handed it to his disciple Geralt casually.
Geralt took it expressionlessly and continued in a smoky voice:
"Third, he neglected his duties, refused to accept the monster hunting commission, and declined the task 6 times, causing a nearby fisherman to die due to Drowner that was not cleaned up in time;
"Three farmers in nearby villages were killed by self-explosion because they failed to clean up the Rotfiend that suddenly appeared in the fields in time."
Then he raised his eyes and looked at Dick, "During the Odinburg offensive and defensive battle, these farmers' families were treated as Jatu's cannon fodder and blocked in front of the siege vehicles, and they all died."
He lowered his head again, "Four, in 'There Is a Tavern', due to alcoholism, there was a conflict with the mercenaries. A total of 3 mercenaries were killed and 3 restaurant tables were damaged. No compensation was given.
"The last one, suspected of child trafficking with monsters?"