Demon hunters all live in Rocamadour.
Oh, by the way, this manor is no longer called Rocamadour, and the plaque at the gate has long been removed by Holt and used as firewood in the kitchen.
As for the new name, no one was interested in naming it, so they simply left it empty and hung a plaque with a wolf's head on it outside.
As well as the corpses of Kyle·Mohan's seven heroes, they were all collected and placed in coffins.
The atmosphere seemed oppressive and silent, especially Vesemir and Holt.
Arwen glanced across the coffin engraved with Matthew·Miller.
He found out from Vesemir that he was the demon hunter brought out by Bernjof.
No wonder, no wonder when I was holding the giant sword and gathering strength, he said "teacher"——
The cat's eyes flashed, and strong alchemical fluctuations surged out of the coffin.
Their bodies were made into golems, so they didn't have to worry about their bodies decaying.
In fact, as long as he is willing, he can rely on Atamont Ring to regain control of them and stand up.
In that case, School of the Wolf's combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be improved to another level.
But this is undoubtedly what Vesemir they don't want to see.
The soul of the hero should not be disturbed anymore and should be buried properly in Kyle Mohan's cemetery.
Life is back on track.
During the day, it was training time for demon hunters. Holt was wearing a cotton coat and holding a wooden sword in his hand, teaching everyone School of the Cat's sword skills.
Vesemir watched from the side, and from time to time came forward to discuss with Holt.
The issue under discussion is none other than the vicious feint in School of the Cat Swordsmanship.
At night, people often hear a sharp sound.
Anna, the chef of the manor, is obese and has a high voice. He is also very moody and often loses his temper and yells.
But for the sake of her ability to make delicious food, everyone had to forgive her.
Training during the day and eating at night, my life was quite comfortable.
Time flies, December arrives, and the peaceful life of the manor is disturbed.
The sound of horse hooves came from far away, and five knights in armor came uninvited. The war horses wearing metal harness stopped at the gate of the manor.
The silver-white armor is engraved with the gemstone crest representing Upper March.
Luitpold's knights did not break in rashly and guarded the gate of the compound.
A blond woman walked out and quickly entered the courtyard.
She wore a woolen coat and a bearskin cloak, which was covered with snow.
Even wearing thick winter clothes and high leather boots stepping on the snow, it is still difficult to hide her tall figure.
Her facial features are dignified, her nose is high and her eyes are deep, and her skin is as white as snow.
Especially the pair of green almond eyes are particularly eye-catching.
He carried a black hornwood long bow on his back and a dagger on his waist.
He looks about thirty years old, but he has a handsome appearance and a radiant face.
"Gentlemen, excuse me."
She behaved generously and bowed first, making everyone feel like a spring breeze.
At this time, the witcher was conducting afternoon training in the yard and had already noticed her.
Geralt whispered, "It's Elena, the commander of the Marquis's security department Upper March."
At the last banquet, Geralt also told them about how to get to know Marquis Upper March.
After killing the vampire bird, the commander gave him a lot of help.
Vesemir patted Arwen on the shoulder and motioned for him to negotiate.
Arwen nodded and walked out of the fence.
The blond woman slightly untied the laces of her cloak, revealing the lace collar of her cotton coat, and bowed again, breathing white air from her mouth.
"Commander Elena Fiachla de Meso, it is an honor to meet you, Baron Arwen.
Arwen returned the favor, "Me too, Commander Elena."
Elena looked at Arwen, who was only wearing a thin cotton top, with steaming heat constantly gushing out of his body.
Appreciation flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"The Baron is training now?"
Training is rare among nobles. For them, getting up early is a difficult task, and they also need to be accompanied by a maid.
Arwen said, "As you can see, let's get straight to the point."
Elena straightened his back and liked Arwen's direct style of doing things very much.
It was much more comfortable than those fat-headed nobles looking at her with strange self-light.
"Baron Arwen, in accordance with the laws regarding demon hunters promulgated by His Majesty King Miodrag on November 15th."
"The demon hunters of Kyle and Mohan School of the Wolf will assist Kaedwen in completing the work of border reclamation in the next ten years."
"That's what you call a demon hunting commission."
Arwen frowned, "You mean, a monster has appeared?"
Elena nodded, "Yes, it's just to the north Grey Rock Mountain. If you ride there, it's about half a day's journey."
"Grey Rock Mountain is the mine that Upper March discovered two years ago. It is rich in various ores and gemstones."
"According to the news reported by the local mayor, there are monsters in the mine, hurting many miners, and the mine has been suspended for ten days."
"If we continue, the damage will be very great, and we need professional demon hunters to deal with it."
Arwen crossed his arms over his chest, thought for a moment, and gave a reply.
"I understand, please wait a moment."
After that, he turned around and returned to Vesemir and the others.
"Come on, everyone."
Everyone had already stood up straight, and their lazy eyes became sharp.
Witchers themselves have powerful hearing.
Although Arwen and Elena were a hundred steps away from them, they did not deliberately lower their voices, and they heard the conversation clearly.
"Arwen, let me go."
Horton was the first to raise his hand and said that he had long wanted to complete a demon hunting commission alone.
"Why? I want to go too."
Aiken held the wooden sword in his arms and took a step forward.
Paul is also eager to try.
Vesemir said, "Okay, you three-legged cat swordsmen don't go out and embarrass yourself.
"Ah, Master Vesemir, you promised to let us move freely after we come down from the mountain." Horton said dissatisfied.
Aiken and Paul also looked complaining.
"Yes, Master Vesemir, this is what was promised."
As for Winston, it doesn't matter. He is very satisfied to be able to eat dinner cooked by Aunt Anna these days.
Vesemir emphasized stubbornly.
"I'm talking about after the vernal equinox, and it's still a long time before the vernal equinox."
"And we will be going back to Kyle Mohan soon, so we can't let our old friend stay in this manor forever."
The old guy Vesemir talks about is the corpse of the Seven Heroes.
"Well," Holt nodded in agreement. "Blue Mountains The mountain has been blocked by heavy snow and the road is steep, but it's not impossible to walk. It's time for me to go back and take a look."
"Young men, you can't expect us two old bones to pull these coffins back to Kyle Mohan, right?
Having said this, the young demon hunters could no longer refuse.
Looking at the heads of several people hanging down, Vesemir shook his head and laughed.
"Want to hunt monsters? Blue Mountains has them all."
"There happens to be a Basilisk that often hangs around Kyle Mohan. I also saw it getting upset, so I gave it to you to practice with."
Basilisk is already not weak among monsters.
The young witcher's cat eyes lit up.
"Really?" Horton said in a high tone, "This is a deal."
Vesemir nodded, "I have never lied to you."
Seeing this, Arwen knew in his heart that Paul and the others could not be assigned this task.
The light moves to Eskel and Geralt.
Eskel looked into Arwen's eyes and waved his hand.
"Don't look at me, Arwen. I promised the old man a long time ago that I will spend this winter at Kyle Mohan."
Geralt shrugged, "I have been down the mountain for almost two years, and I plan to go back and have a look."
Arwen The corners of his mouth twitched.
Busy, everyone should be busy.
All of you should go back to Kyle Mohan and let him, the baron, go out to work.
But after thinking about it, killing monsters and mutating them is not unacceptable.
"In that case, I'd better go.