"Well," Miodrag said, "Although Atamont is the dean of Ban Ade Magic Academy, he committed a serious crime and according to Kaedwen law, he deserves to die."
"It is against the law to kill someone without permission. Even if you have merit in protecting him, merit is merit and crime is crime."
"Arwen, I now make the following verdict on the witcher School of the Wolf."
"In the next ten years, you must complete the wasteland reclamation mission on the Kaedwen border, including hunting commissions and other matters."
"Of course, the content of the mission will not let you die in vain. Each completed task will be evaluated by the local lord, and the royal family will give a reward of no less than 50 crowns."
"How is it?"
Miodrag left the table and walked forward.
Arwen was surprised in his heart.
This sentence doesn't feel like punishment at all, but rather a reward, a kind of monster-hunting commission in disguise.
It can even allow the witcher to quickly restore its reputation in Kaedwen.
After all, if you slay demons for those lords and villagers, it is free in their eyes. How can your reputation not rise in a big way?
The royal witcher?
As for the big nobles present, of course they are happy to see it. After all, it is paid for by the royal family and it is free labor. Who would dislike it?
"I accept, Your Majesty." Arwen said.
"Ha," Miodrag stepped forward and patted Arwen on the shoulder, "Very good, then the next step is to reward him with merit."
"The baronship I mentioned before is still valid. As for the fiefdom, do you have any favorite choices?"
"Nowadays Kaedwen there are still many unclaimed wastelands waiting to be developed. You are young and promising, and you will definitely not disappoint me if you are given the title of heroism."
As soon as these words came out, all the nobles raised their heads.
Arwen said, "Your Majesty, the fiefdom I chose is Blue Mountains Deep, Kyle·Mohan Fortress."
Strictly speaking, Kyle·Mohan is not included in Kaedwen's sphere of influence, so it is naturally regarded as a terra incognita.
Miodrag seemed to have expected it. Now, Kaedwen's territory naturally included Blue Mountains.
"Okay, Erikson, write down the fiefdom."
"Yes."
"Actaeon, you are registered."
The Royal Herald and Secretary of the Brotherhood stood up and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He saluted Arwen, "Baron, please stay after the banquet. We have to discuss the specific details of the territory and heraldry."
Arwen returned the gift, "Sorry to trouble you, Master Actaeon."
"Ha," Actaeon smiled, "This is my responsibility. Such a young pioneering baron is rare in the entire history of Kaedwen."
"By the way," Miodrag continued, "And the names of Kyle Mohan's current demon hunters, all are registered to prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters."
Actaeon said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will do a good job."
Miodrag hummed, "Colleagues, this is the end of Brotherhood of Supreme Gourmets's main matters. Congratulations to Kaedwen for having a new baron."
Everyone stood up to congratulate him.
Upper March Luitpold clapped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Demon Hunter."
Marquis Lakeside March and Earl also came forward and asked about Geralt's situation.
After learning that the latter was also in the palace, the two looked happy and prepared to take the time to meet him.
Next, the royal steward immediately asked his servants to bring delicacies from the kitchen.
As the rising star of this banquet and the youngest noble, Arwen had to drink and talk with all the adults.
During the exchange of wine and wine, we accumulated a lot of contacts.
After all, he was a baron promoted by the king himself, and the people present were very considerate of him.
Arwen Relying on his childhood memory, even if he can't speak a few words, it's still no problem to look familiar.
As the royal chief hunting officer, Jan Eichenholz also proposed hunting activities with Arwen.
Northern Kingdoms are all people who worship martial arts, and they are all clamoring and making noise.
The atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively.
Of course, except for Euclid sitting in the corner, staring at the black truffle grilled chicken on the table.
His eyes were like poisonous snakes in the swamp, making Arwen feel on pins and needles.
The banquet ended in the evening. As soon as Arwen left the royal hall, Actaeon greeted him.
Forced Arwen to carry out the preliminary registration of the territory, as well as the formulation of heraldry and territory titles.
Regarding the coat of arms, Arwen chose the wolf head as the draft.
As for the title of the territory, I first thought of White Wolf Fief, which is a small tribute to Geralt.
There were still some messy registrations. After finishing all these, it was almost midnight before I walked out of the palace.
Under the cold moonlight, Arwen raised his hand to unbutton his collar and let the cold wind blow in, alleviating his tiredness and drunkenness.
Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and complained silently in his heart.
How come dealing with these nobles is more tiring than killing monsters?
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked towards the unburnt guest room not far away.
Returning to the guest room, the room was pitch dark with no lights on.
But seven pairs of bright and sharp cat eyes looked at him at the same time.
Vesemir stepped forward, "Arwen, how's it going?"
Arwen's straight shoulders finally relaxed and he spread his hands.
"It's over, Master Vesemir, and everyone."
"Atamont has been sentenced to death. King Miodrag has issued an order to abolish the book "Monstrum" and restore the reputation of Kyle Mohan School of the Wolf."
"Really?" Vesemir's breathing became rapid, and even though his mutated body was suppressing it, his voice became a little trembling.
Arwen said, "It's absolutely true."
Vesemir showed a deep joy on his face and turned his head, "Holt, you damn bastard, did you hear me?"
Holt was lying on the bed, half of his body wrapped in bandages, and mist filled his amber cat eyes.
"I heard it, Vesemir, I heard it."
Geralt and Eskel stepped forward and patted Arwen on the shoulder.
Geralt said, "Well done, Arwen."
Eskel nodded, with a smile on his lips.
"Hey," Paul also stepped forward and punched Arwen's chest with his fist, and by the way, he also touched the fabric of the noble dress.
"Hey, you look quite like an aristocratic gentleman."
Arwen rolled his eyes at him, coughed, and imitated Luitpold's tone.
"Oh, you really guessed it. You should call me Lord Baron, do you understand? What a rude person."
As soon as these words came out, everyone except Holt looked shocked.
Horton opened his mouth wide, "Arwen, you won't lie to us again, will you?"
Arwen smiled and said, "Isn't it like that? Soon the edict will be sent to Kyle Mohan, and that place will be our School of the Wolf's territory, the kind recognized by law."
"Ha!"
Now even Winston and Aiken were no longer calm, and they all gathered around.
"If you really were a baron, wouldn't it be possible for me to be a knight?" Winston said.
Arwen said, "As long as you are willing, this is not a problem."
Winston's cat eyes flashed, and he immediately knelt down on one knee, "Winston has seen the Baron."
Arwen kicked him and cursed with a smile, "If you compliment me like this again, I will stuff your head into your asshole."