"Hahaha."
The young demon hunters laughed out loud, sincerely happy for Arwen.
Geralt and Eskel are also very happy to see this.
They are about the same age as Arwen, and they have not yet seen through the world like Vesemir.
What's wrong with a young witcher craving for meritorious deeds!?
Even the future Geralt was ecstatic when he was awarded the knighthood by Meve, and even wandered for several days before heading south to find Ciri.
Vesemir stepped forward and took Arwen's hand, "Children, let me say a few words to Arwen."
Everyone also noticed that something was wrong with Vesemir, and they all closed their mouths.
Vesemir and Arwen came outside and found a remote corner.
The burning smell of the fire can still be smelled in the cold air.
Vesemir looked at Arwen with solemn eyes.
"Kid, I remember telling you that witchers should remain neutral, didn't I?"
Arwen said, "I know, Vesemir."
"Then why did you accept the title of baron? This will tie our identity to Kaedwen."
Arwen sighed, "I have no choice."
"If you want to quickly restore your reputation, you must have a royal witness."
"There is also the death of Atamont, which makes our situation even more dangerous."
"If you don't agree, Kyle·Mohan may not have a peaceful day.
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"I will divide Kyle Mohan into my territory, at least things like that won't happen easily."
"Also, remaining neutral does not mean that we have to sit back and watch certain things."
Vesemir frowned, thought for a long time, and finally sighed, "Stay neutral. I killed Atamont and I have already violated the Witcher's dogma. Who am I to criticize you?"
He looked a little lonely.
Arwen Although he didn't quite understand what it felt like to violate his own beliefs, he still tried to persuade him.
"But it's not all bad. At least Miodrag gave us great preferential treatment."
Vesemir raised his eyes.
Arwen explained the matter entrusted by the demon hunter.
Vesemir The more I listened, the more shocked I became.
Ten years is completely acceptable for an immortal species like a demon hunter.
By then, the situation of the witchers will definitely improve greatly.
A mission costs as little as 50 crowns, which can also help witchers quickly fill their pockets.
Maybe after a few years of work, Kyle·Mohan can repair it again.
He couldn't believe it and said, "Your Majesty really treats us so favorably?"
"Hmm."
Vesemir's depressed mood has mostly dissipated, and the picture of Kyle Mohan's rise has already appeared in his mind.
School of the Wolf is going back to the golden age.
Arwen lowered his voice, "But I always feel weird. Don't you think Miodrag's kindness to us is a little too obvious, isn't it?"
"Indeed," Vesemir frowned.
The two of them hesitated, and suddenly he raised his head and looked at Arwen's young face, and suddenly thought of something.
The third floor of the palace.
Miodrag still did not rest, but sat behind the desk.
The servants held oil lamps and brought a wooden board to temporarily seal the broken window to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.
The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the firelight illuminated the surrounding area dimly.
The royal steward Erikson stepped forward with a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, it's past midnight, it's time to rest."
Miodrag put down the letter in his hand, "Well, I understand."
"How is the writing on the repeal of "Monstrum" going?"
"Back to Your Majesty, the preliminary draft has been completed, but——"
Speaking of this, Erikson stopped talking.
Miodrag stood up and said, "Everyone, get out."
The servant in the study took the order, quickly exited the study, and gently closed the door.
"Say it, Erikson, there are no outsiders here."
Erikson frowned, "I just don't understand a little bit. His Majesty seems to be very caring about Baron Arwen."
Miodrag relaxed a lot on his shoulders, picked up the envelope on the table again, and handed it to Erikson.
The latter glanced at it, astonishment flashed in his eyes.
This letter was sent from Goth Velen at Temeria.
The signature is Aretuza Academy Principal: Tissaia·DE·Viris.
After a quick glance, it was a letter recommending Arwen.
Erikson It is hard to imagine that these words of praise were written by the current principal of the Sorceress Academy.
Miodrag turned his back, "You and I both know in our hearts that Ban Ad Magic Academy's position in Kaedwen is too prominent. The funds invested every year account for almost half of Kaedwen's finances, and it continues to increase."
"And what about these wizards? They are just a bunch of greedy blood-sucking insects lying on Kaedwen. They managed to create a golem and caused such a big disaster."
"It just so happens that we can use this Atamont opportunity to suppress them severely."
"In a few days, a sorceress will come from Aretuza to assist us in our work."
"Sorceress?" Erikson was startled.
"Well, the person Tissaia introduced is their most popular student, his name is Sabrina·Grevisig."
Erikson Keep the name in mind.
"Okay," Miodrag turned around and adjusted his cuffs, "Erikson, let's bring the topic back to the question you just asked."
"You have helped me for most of my life, and I have long regarded you as my right-hand man and best friend."
"It is an honor, Your Majesty."
"Ha, my friend, after all these years, have you seen the nature of the nobility? Especially the promotion system of the nobility."
Erikson thought for a while, "It's blood, sexual relations, and military merit."
"That's right," Miodrag said, "You can see clearly enough, so do you think Arwen's military exploits are enough?"
Erikson said, "He has done a great job in rescuing the driver, so being granted the title of Baron is indeed enough, but this treatment——"
Miodrag shook his head. "You still haven't seen clearly that the source of power is indeed the three ways you mentioned, but the most effective one is blood."
"Since blood is a legal principle, he calls himself Arwen and is unwilling to reveal his family name.
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"Oh, but I can never mistake this face. It is exactly the same as Baldwin when he was young."
"Also, his aristocratic etiquette has definitely been engraved in his bones since he was a child. It cannot be learned in just a few days."
Baldwin!?
Erikson murmured the name several times, raised his head suddenly, and a figure appeared in his mind.
Baldwin·Thyssen!
"You mean, he is----"
"Shh----" Miodrag raised his index finger in front of his mouth, making a silencing gesture.
Erikson suddenly realized, no wonder His Majesty takes such good care of Arwen.
It turned out to be the son of an old friend.
"Kakaka----"
The cold wind blew through the wooden boards, making a tooth-grinding sound.
Miodrag looked sideways, muttering to himself.
"Thyssen family's child, ha, Baldwin, now you owe me a big favor. I don't know if you damn ghost will be able to see it in hell."
"And those Hengfors bugs, huh, like to provoke people at the border?"
"Wait, you group of power seekers and usurpers, wait for my army, and wait for the wrath of Thyssen family.