"Wow!"
Everyone looked around and saw that the surrounding walls were decorated with various monster specimens.
"The plague is upon us," Paul bumped Arwen's arm with his elbow.
"Look, that's Forktail's head!"
Arwen Looking along, the ferocious sub-dragon beast still exuded a terrifying aura even though it was dead.
"Griffin! And Griffin!"
"Look at these claws, they are really sharp." Horton took off his glove, touched the dark and shiny claw tips with his fingertips, and said in a surprised tone.
Eskel walked around the room and was suddenly attracted by a portrait.
The painting is a nude portrait of a woman, only with horns and legs. She has a plump figure and attractive appearance.
Succubus.
His cat eyes narrowed, as if he had opened the door to a new world, and he stopped to watch for a long time.
The young demon hunter was noisy, Holt squinted his eyes with a look of nostalgia.
Back then, Kyle·Mohan's winter banquet was also lively like this.
Vesemir has long been accustomed to these monster specimens.
If you want to have a rich theory of truth, it is definitely not as good as Kyle·Mohan.
What's more, a new item was recently added.
Cyclops Old Spearhead's head.
Arwen walked around, walked to the long wooden table, pulled out the wooden chair and sat down, leaning lazily on the plush backrest.
The tired body finally relaxed.
During the few days in the royal capital, as a baron individually conferred by the king, countless nobles heard the news and came to offer olive branches.
There was a banquet every night, and the guests were all viscounts, marquises, young nobles, and even members of the royal family and Prince Henselt.
In short, Arwen, who doesn't like to talk much, is overwhelmed.
But correspondingly, the benefits of accumulating connections are also very scary.
At least within the territory of Kaedwen, anyone who sees him must not be polite and call him Baron Arwen.
Geralt sat next to him, nodded, and said nothing.
Arwen sat on the chair and rested for a while.
The door to the living room was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in first.
Holt glanced at him.
Jonathan said loudly, "Gentlemen, the dinner is ready. There are veal shank stewed with vegetables, rolled cutlet, fried pork, mushrooms and beans, hazelnut chicken——"
"The drinks include ice-cold Vizima championship beer, dwarf mead, whiskey, and Toussaint red wine.
"Oh, I see some gentlemen are very young, but some of them can't drink. We have freshly squeezed apple juice."
Winston jumped up excitedly after hearing this long list of dish names.
"God, this is so rich."
Horton said, "Dear Mr. Butler, we are not children."
"Yes, there is no need for juice here." Paul cooed.
Vesemir coughed, asking them to calm down, and shook their heads with a smile.
Jonathan bowed slightly and said in a gentle tone, "It is an honor for my team to be liked by the gentlemen."
After saying that, he turned sideways, and the servants came in carrying silver plates and food.
The strong aroma of meat combined with the flavor of spices will ignite everyone's appetite.
Arwen also sat up straight, looking at the delicious food on the table, trembling with his fingers.
At a noble dinner party, you basically don't have a few bites of food, you just have to deal with it and talk.
He has long been fed up with those strict constraints.
As the saying goes, no matter how good the golden kennel or silver kennel is, your own dog kennel must be more comfortable.
Today I can finally indulge a bit.
Holt got the whiskey, filled a glass and placed it in front of Vesemir, then filled another glass for himself and said loudly.
"Witchers, I wish you good health and cheers!"
"I wish you good health and cheers!"
Vesemir would not let down the fun at this time. He stood up with everyone, raised his glass high and drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone stood up, walked around the long table, and tasted the delicious food, their eyes shining brightly.
Arwen took a bite of eggplant. Although the food is simple, it tastes very delicious.
As time passed and the drunkenness grew, everyone began to talk loudly.
Paul and Horton put their arms around Arwen's shoulders and complained that Arwen left without saying goodbye when Kyle·Mohan came.
Winston put down his knife and fork and started to pluck the matsutake chicken on the silver plate with his hands, making his mouth full of oil.
Aiken also talked about Cyclops Old Spearhead. Talking about the danger of that day, everyone still has palpitations when they hear it.
Eskel also interjected a few jokes, saying that when he found Arwen, he was at Troll on the road leading to Circle of Elements.
He also imitated Troll's appearance, trembling all over and speaking tremblingly.
"Witcher----leave now----"
Everyone laughed. When Geralt and Holt heard this, they all looked at Vesemir.
After seeing the latter nodding, extreme shock appeared on their faces.
Cyclops Old Spearhead, the most dangerous part of the Trial of the Mountains, can be said to have accompanied School of the Wolf the demon hunter all his life, and killed countless apprentices, but he died in the hands of Arwen.
The atmosphere gradually became more intense, everyone drank happily and talked more and more.
The manager Jonathan has been waiting.
When he accidentally heard that the young black-haired demon hunter in front of him was actually His Majesty the current King, the glorious Miodrag Baron Kaedwen, he was shocked.
In addition to being shocked inside, I also became more respectful and cautious.
Vesemir and Holt, the two remaining old men of School of the Wolf, were coaxed and drunk by Paul, and their pale cheeks were dizzy with alcohol.
I don't know who first spoke about the pain and grievances of nearly forty years. The two of them spoke one word at a time and the other, and it was out of control.
In the end, the two stood up, pounded the table, pointed at each other's noses and yelled curses, and even rolled up their sleeves to prepare for a fight.
Fortunately, under the obstruction of everyone, the two of them only exchanged a few punches without getting angry.
Finally, Vesemir took out an ancient wolf head badge and handed it to Holt.
Holt was stunned, looking at the old guy in his hand, his body was shaking a little, and his fingers kept rubbing the sharp edges.
This is the wolf head badge he threw away in anger.
"Vesemir, you still keep it? I thought you had thrown it away a long time ago."
Vesemir lowered his eyes slightly, "Holt, you and I were both angry at that time. It was me who was most wrong. Kyle·Mohan welcomes you back at any time."
After hearing this sentence, Holt, with the help of alcohol, his strong emotions directly overcame the shackles of the sudden change.
He hugged Vesemir in a bear hug and burst into tears.
The young witcher present smiled carelessly.
Seeing that the two had completely reconciled, Arwen and Geralt looked at each other and smiled, continuing to eat meat and drink heavily..
Arwen Although I don't know what School of the Wolf's golden period was like.
But he firmly believed in his heart that such a day would come soon and would be far better than before.