[Yrden Sign Lv1:89/100]
It only takes 11 points to get new talents, so it won't be long.
"Witcher?!"
A urgent shout sounded from behind.
It's not calling him, but Holt.
Arwen hurriedly turned around, took three steps and two steps at a time, jumped over the narrow window, and stepped into the palace.
The stained glass was shattered all over the floor, but like Ghost, there was still no sound when he stepped on it.
This has become his instinct.
The white-haired demon hunter was being helped to sit on the ground by a middle-aged man wearing a crown.
Arwen did not put away the silver sword, but immediately stepped forward and pushed towards the brown-haired man.
"Get out of the way."
The man with brown hair and a crown was pushed aside, and his gray-blue pupils subconsciously condensed, as if he was shocked by the other person's ferocious cat eyes and raised brown blood vessels.
A sharp shout sounded the next moment.
"Bold! Do you know who you are pushing?"
Arwen ignored him completely and took out the potion from his pocket.
Holt just smelled it and recognized it as [Golden Oriole], which can treat difficult injuries such as bleeding, burns, and poisoning.
He opened his mouth, bit the mouth of the bottle, and drank all the liquid.
Arwen raised his right hand and whispered a spell in his mouth. Green light spots were like flying insects, wrapping around Holt's body.
The latter's cat eyes were extremely shocked, and he felt that the pain in his body was quickly disappearing.
[Healing Spell]!
Magic? How can a witcher do this?
Arwen used his mental perception to check Holt's body, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Although Holt had burns on his body, he had drunk the magic potion beforehand and did not completely lose his ability to fight.
In other words, his miserable appearance now is completely fake.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You rude fellow, what I'm asking you is, the person you pushed just now was His Majesty King Kaedwen. Even if you are a meritorious person, I will convict you of contempt for the royal power!"
"Knight! Royal knight!"
The justice spoke righteously and had a sharp tone.
The royal knight stepped forward, his armor clanking as he silently guarded the king behind him.
Arwen After listening to these malicious words, he slowly stood up, stretched his wrist, and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. Axii Sign quietly condensed and turned around coldly.
The evil spirit remaining in his body suddenly pressed against the chief judge.
The chief judge trembled, and at the same time his hair stood on end, he said with an inward look.
"Witcher, what's that look in your eyes!"
The king saw Arwen's face clearly again, recovered from his shock, scolded him, and walked out from the royal knights.
"Back off! Back off everyone!"
"Wesley! You are so brave, who allows you to give orders here, huh? It's not your turn to make the decision here yet!"
The justice took a few steps back and saluted. "Your Majesty, I am also thinking about your safety. They are——"
"Shut up, put away your prejudice, I don't want to hear any noise from you now!"
The justice backed away angrily.
The brown-haired man with the crown looked at Arwen's cat eyes without any fear at all, and held the hilt of the sword hanging on his left waist with his right hand.
"Hum!"
The long sword was unsheathed and a bright sword light flashed.
The sword has a long and slender body with edges on both sides. The hilt is made of pure gold and is decorated with red jewels.
Draw your sword?
From Arwen's point of view, this sword is not suitable for fighting.
"I am the king of Miodrag, Kaedwen, the demon hunter. Please tell me your name so I know how to call you. As you can see, I don't mean any harm."
Arwen stared at Miodrag's face.
Indeed, the other party still maintained the dignity of a king, but his tone was sincere and not aggressive.
When he opened his mouth to spit out the word Raven, his heel was lightly touched by Holt's toe.
He turned his head slightly, and in his peripheral vision, Holt's cat eyes were filled with expectation, and he was frantically gesturing to him.
Arwen responded, "Arwen, Your Majesty."
Miodrag shook his head.
"No, it's your last name. I heard the name Arwen just now when Mr. Holt called you."
Arwen looked calm and did not change his words, "The demon hunter only has a first name, not a surname."
Miodrag had deep eyes, trying to see something from Arwen's face, and chuckled after a moment.
"Okay, let's call you Arwen."
After saying that, he raised the golden ceremonial sword representing the royal family in his hand.
"Erikson? Today is the last day of October 1230?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the man in butler's clothing.
"Ahem----" Miodrag cleared his throat, "Henselt?"
"Here." Henselt saluted.
"As a prince, you come to witness."
"Yes.
"Erikson?"
"Your Majesty, I am here."
"As the royal steward, you are here to record this moment and prepare a document."
"Yes."
The royal steward faced Arwen and said, "Demon hunter Arwen, please kneel down on one knee before His Majesty."
"No, it doesn't have to be that way."
Miodrag said, "There is no solemn ceremony here. There are only a few of us. The aftermath of the aftermath of the royal capital must be dealt with immediately. There is no need for these red tapes."
"But the location and the people who should be present are there, so it's considered legal and reasonable."
Miodrag raised the long sword, Arwen silently pinched Quen Sign.
He didn't dodge and let his flat sword rest on his right shoulder.
"Your Excellency Arwen, in the glorious name of Kaedwen King Miodrag, I confer upon you the title of Kaedwen Royal Knight, the title of Baron, and the title of bravery."
"As for the position and rewards of enfeoffment, we will discuss it in detail after the king's capital is restored."
"How is that, Your Excellency?"
Arwen was startled.
Baronship?
This is not a self-proclaimed title by a bloody baron, but a title entrusted by the king, which has legal effect in Kaedwen.
With this status, not only did he become rich and powerful, but he also entered the aristocratic class and was able to eat on the table.
If Kyle Mohan is included in his territory, relying solely on his noble status, at least there will not be a large-scale attack by the mob, and he will have a stable rear.
Holt was lightly kicked from the heel again, the frequency seemed a bit rapid.
Holt also thought of this, urging him to accept it quickly.
In the future, Geralt will also have a knighthood, but he gave it up to save Ciri.
There are benefits, please accept it first and then talk about it.
Arwen performed the noble etiquette, "It is my honor, Your Majesty."
Miodrag Seeing this standard action, appreciation and exploration flashed in his eyes.
"No, Your Majesty, I object to this!"
Miodrag frowned when he heard the sharp sound.
The chief judge of Wangdu stepped forward, as if he was willing to die to remonstrate.
"Your Majesty, he is a demon hunter. How can you make him a noble baron?"
"The "Monstrum, or Description of the Demon Hunter" clearly states that we must not take it lightly when dealing with this kind of non-human race. They are bloodthirsty and violent, and everything is based on profit. This time they came to the palace, they may have done something casual."
"And Dracolizard Golem, who is usually fine, why did a riot break out when the witcher came? This is most likely the witcher's conspiracy."
"Your Majesty, I suggest that this Arwen be investigated closely. He definitely has ulterior motives."
The justice's tone was sincere, but his words were full of prejudice, as if he was certain of the matter.
""Monstrum, or Witcher Description"?"
Miodrag sneered, "Wesley, it seems that Henselt is right. You have indeed become dim and have lost your impartiality as a justice."
,,"Henselt, take him down, put him under house arrest, and strictly check his correspondence with Ben Ade Magic Academy."
The justice's eyes widened, he did not expect Miodrag to be so determined.
"No, Your Majesty, you cannot treat an old minister like this. If you really give the position of baron to a non-human race, if this spreads out, how will Northern Kingdoms view us! Kaedwen will become a joke!"
I'm like a person...