Facing this scene, Paul and Aiken, the younger generation of demon hunters who have never seen the world's prejudice against demon hunters, their eyes shone with excitement, and they silently raised their heads, feeling a little carried away.
Luitpold Marquis, take off your gloves and stretch out your right hand.
"According to the previous demon hunting commission, I will give you an additional bounty of one thousand crowns."
"There is also a proposal. I will submit a draft to the king this month to abolish the booklet "Monstrum, or Description of a Witcher" and condemn Atamont's illegal behavior."
"I can't guarantee whether this will happen, but at least in my territory, Upper March, you won't see this booklet again, and we welcome you."
"Witcher, please accept my thanks."
Vesemir took a deep breath and stretched out his palm.
"We accept your generosity, Marquis Luitpold, and it will be a pleasure to work with you."
The Marquis had a smile on his face and held the former's hand.
"Happy cooperation! Please also tell me your name. You look like an experienced witcher."
"Vesemir."
"Oh, Mr. Vesemir, it's an honor to meet you."
The atmosphere on the Luitpold camp has eased, but the situation on the Grafiakan side is different.
A knight went to investigate Cevahir's carriage and found that his wife had died in the carriage, inside the golem made by Atamont.
So many knights and retinues died, enough to make Grafiakan exhausted.
An older Grafiakan knight had a sad face and kept sighing.
"It's over, Grafiakan----"
Suddenly a spearman pointed to the south of Crow Ridge, his voice trembling.
"Oh my God! What is that?"
Everyone looked towards the location he mentioned.
Under the boundless ink, a raging fire ignited.
The flames soaring into the sky burned the golden buildings like sulfur, and the billowing black smoke was like the tentacles of a black giant beast, engulfing the city bit by bit.
A black figure kept spinning over the city.
Luitpold The Marquis opened his mouth slightly and completely froze in place.
"There----there is----"
Vesemir The seven of them looked at each other with ferocious eyes and tightened their grip on the hilt of the sword again.
This is the royal capital of Kaedwen, Ad Kalai.
The fire continued to burn in the city all night.
Thick black smoke covers the sky, like a thick curtain, blocking the morning sun, making it gray.
In a huge T-shaped palace, the longer section has narrow and high windows that are almost flush with the tops of the columns supporting the ceiling.
Each window is painted, depicting nude figures and chivalric epics, and cost a lot of money to create.
The sounds of armor rubbing together sounded one after another.
The gilded door was pushed open, and several knights in silver-gold armor escorted a group of people and hurriedly hid in.
"Huh----"
In the silent palace, chaotic and heavy breathing could be heard.
"Medicine! Medic!"
"Damn it, you stupid head, put this person down quickly!"
The man yelled loudly, with a gloomy face and gray-blue eyes as sharp as an eagle.
He wears a burgundy gold-woven crown on his head, has deep facial features, and his chin is covered with a thick, knotted red-brown beard.
Wearing a brocade robe of the same color with dark patterns, rolled with fine gold edges, a pure gold chain is wrapped around his neck, and a bronze medal of the unicorn horse engraved with the royal heraldry hangs down.
He is the king of Kaedwen, His majesty Miodrag is glorious.
The royal knight obeyed the order and quickly put the man he was carrying on the ground.
The man has snow-white hair, an old and thin face, and painful amber cat eyes.
The black leather jacket on his body was burned by the flames and stuck tightly to his skin, exuding the smell of burning barbecue.
"Medicine! Medic!"
The voice of the messenger kept ringing in the palace.
Miodrag looked at the white-haired man and said in a deep voice, "Demon hunter, don't worry, I won't let you die here."
Holt Holding the silver sword tightly with his right hand, his left hand kept reaching for his pocket, and he let out a hissing sound from his mouth.
"Medicine----magic potion----"
Miodrag immediately leaned down and wanted to rummage through Holt's pocket.
"Your Majesty, this kind of thing is not etiquette. Just let your servants do it."
The white-haired old man in a white robe and a judge's hat said breathlessly, looking at Holt with eyes full of vigilance and contempt.
Kaedwen's Chief Justice of the Royal Capital.
"Shut up! Wesley! There are no servants here!"
Miodrag opened his pocket and took out several colorful glass bottles, which were hot enough to hold in the palm of his hand.
"Is that the bottle? The Witcher?"
"Black----"
Miodrag took off the bottle cap and poured all the liquid into Holt's mouth.
[Swallow] The coldness of the potion entered his body, causing the latter's frown to relax.
Miodrag secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the dangerous moment just now kept replaying in his mind.
This afternoon, he was in the study as usual listening to the butler's report.
It mentioned that a demon hunter came to the Royal Capital Court, raised questions about the Earl Grafiakan assassination case, and gave new evidence.
Grafiakan Family As a marquis in the royal jurisdiction, his status is second only to his Majesty the King, Kaedwen.
No matter what it is, in the eyes of Miodrag, it deserves to be viewed with special magnification.
So, he decided to meet this demon hunter.
There is another reason for this.
Since the publication of the book "Monstrum, or Description of a Demon Hunter", the reputation of the witcher among Kaedwen is like that of a rat in a stinky ditch.
But in the more than thirty years since Kyle Mohan was captured, Kaedwen has hardly seen the shadow of the demon hunter.
It was at a dinner party of the "Noble Gourmet" fraternity more than half a year ago that Miodrag heard this term for the first time.
The "Noble Gourmet" Brotherhood is one of the traditions of the Kaedwen royal family.
The king holds this banquet every month and invites the top dignitaries in the country to attend.
At the banquet, the king will put down his majesty as a monarch, call himself the honorary chairman, call each other colleagues, and share delicious food.
And at that banquet, a delicious delicacy appeared.
It is a bird monster larger than an ostrich.
The moa, whose scientific name is the elephant bird, is an extinct creature.
It is understood that this moa attacked the local people by the river and was killed by a white-haired demon hunter. The local mayor then served it to this dining table.
Therefore, Miodrag has a little curiosity about the witcher.
I want to see this profession that is about to disappear.
We just met, and Dracolizard Golem, a gift from Ban Ade Magic Academy in the palace, suddenly went crazy.
The dragon's flames burned the entire palace.
Even in the mansions of some high-ranking officials and nobles, news of golem riots came.
And he happened to be pursued by Dracolizard Golem.
If it hadn't been for the demon hunter's rescue, he would have died under the dragon lizard's flames.
Later, under the desperate protection of the royal knights, Miodrag escaped back to the palace.
Seeing that Holt had improved a lot, Miodrag stood up straight and rubbed the medicine bottle with his palms.
"Your Majesty, although this palace is strong, it may not be able to stop the monster outside."
The voice of the Chief Justice of the Royal Capital came to my ears.
"I know," Miodrag gritted his teeth, "Where are the wizards from Ban Ade Magic Academy!?"
The chief judge hurriedly said, "George wizard is blocking the dragon lizard----"
"Shut up! I'm talking about the wizard from the other class, Ade Magic Academy! It's Euclid! It's Atamont! Not the magic apprentice who learned the three-legged cat kung fu!"