Easter Day 1231, spring breeze.
The snow in Grey Rock Mountain begins to melt, and the melted snow water flows into the mountain stream to form a stream.
The shrubs in the mountain forest sprout green buds, and the breeze blows, bringing the smell of soil revitalization and wild flowers blooming.
The mine was temporarily taken over by Elena, and the originally dead town at the foot of the mountain took on a completely new look after four months.
This period of time can be regarded as the most comfortable period since Arwen left Kyle·Mohan.
The birch forest clearing behind the town.
"Whoops!"
An arrow flew out, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and accurately hit the dummy eighty steps away.
"Don't stiffen your wrist and feel the direction of the wind."
Arwen The black hair on the forehead was blown by the wind.
A tall blond woman stood next to him, wearing a white cotton shirt and brown leather pants, which highlighted her curvy figure.
Her bright eyes flashed, the bandage on her right forearm had long been removed, and the injury had almost recovered.
She leaned close to Arwen, pulled out an arrow from the arrow basket, stretched out her hands to correct his posture of holding the bow, and filled the bow string again.
Especially when it came into contact with the witcher's prickly skin, it gave her a tingling electric shock.
She liked this feeling very much.
Arwen's nose lingered with the faint scent of roses from Elena's body, as well as the smell of sweat.
"Take a deep breath and aim."
The whisper of Elena came to my ears.
The cat's eyes narrowed, and his sight was aimed at the wooden stake dummy a hundred steps away.
Hold your breath and concentrate.
He gently loosened the bow string with his right hand, and the arrow shot out like a shooting star. The rotating arrow made a hissing sound.
"Hum!"
The arrow hit the dummy's head right between the eyebrows.
Elena raised his head and stared, whistled softly in his mouth, his face full of appreciation.
"Mr. Arwen, your growth rate is simply enviable."
"Thinking about your swordsmanship is terrifying enough."
"And with your current archery skills, few people in Kaedwen can match you."
"Oh my god, it only took two months, tsk tsk----"
Arwen listened to Elena's exaggerated voice and glanced at the panel.
[Elven Archery experience +1!]
[Elven Archery Lv1:100/100→Elven Archery Lv2, get white talent, Bullseye at a Hundred Paces]
[Bullseye at a Hundred Paces (White): You have a unique understanding of bows and arrows. After becoming familiar with the bows and arrows in your hands, without interference from external forces, you can increase your accurate hit rate within a hundred steps by 50% regardless of static or dynamic conditions.
I finally upgraded my bow skill to Lv2.
He had an idea in his mind, which was to apply [Rotthorn Toxin] to the arrow. As long as it hits, it will definitely cause horrific damage.
This is why he urgently needs to learn bow and arrow from Elena first.
But that's not all. After four months of training, he also developed a series of skills.
[School of the Cat Witcher Swordsmanship Lv2:123/1000]
[Deadly Rhythm (white): You have trained School of the Cat Swordsmanship to perfection. Each time you successfully attack continuously without being interrupted by the opponent, the attack speed increases by 5%, which can be stacked up to 20%, showing Ghost's cat-like killing art.]
This skill is combined with School of the Wolf swordsmanship [Whirling Blade].
In terms of swordsmanship, there should be few people in this world who can match him.
However, this is not his biggest gain.
[Yrden Sign Lv2:19/1000]
[Detected that all five host demon hunters Signs have been upgraded to Lv2 and obtained blue talents, Magic Surge]
[Magic Surge (blue): The basic strength of all Signs is increased by 20%. The moment the reaction is released, the body will automatically generate a layer of small Quen Sign that lasts for one second, which can offset a mild spell interruption.]
With a 20% increase, the value has caught up with the purple talent, especially when Signs is released, a layer of Quen Sign will be automatically generated.
If this mechanism is used properly, it will definitely be a big help.
It can only be said that it is indeed the product of all five Signs upgraded to Lv2.
Cool!
You thought it was over here?
No, not yet.
In the past four months, apart from dealing with some surrounding demon hunting commissions, I finally had time to calm down and learn some spells.
[Light Spell] is Ms. Freyja's little ball of light, a necessary magic for lighting small caves.
[Ice Crystal Spike], a distant attack spell that condenses water elements into ice spikes.
With the increase of [Low-Level Water Element Affinity], this Ice Crystal Spike is the fastest spell he can learn.
As for [Fireball Spell], although it can be released, the time it takes to sing is still far less satisfying than Igni Sign.
In short, in the past four months, his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The only bad thing is that I didn't find any alchemical materials to repair Dracolizard Golem's damaged wings.
According to the records about Dracolizard Golem in Atamont "Experiment Records", the repair materials are very precious and even require the wing membrane of a living dragon lizard.
So, I had to put this aside for now.
"Why are you so dazed?"
Elena stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his face, with firm and heroic features and beautiful eyes with an inquiring look.
Arwen came back to his senses and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Nothing, I just feel that the spring breeze is indeed more comfortable than winter, Elena, the spring breeze."
When Elena heard this, his body trembled slightly and he looked at Arwen's own light.
Behind Grey Rock Mountain, the sun gradually sets, dyeing the birch forest orange.
Raven stood on the branch, tilting his head.
"Yes, it's spring.
She murmured.
Suddenly, Arwen turned sideways and looked behind him.
Not far away, there was an oak cabin, with smoke already billowing from the chimney.
The wooden door was pushed open, and a woman wearing gray linen clothes walked out.
"Lord Baron, Commander, dinner is ready. Wash your hands and eat quickly.
The woman said loudly, her face no longer dull as before, and she became much more energetic.
It's Mana, the crazy woman from the mine.
Arwen and Elena looked at each other, walked side by side towards the wooden house, washed their faces and hands in the water tank next to the yard, and then entered the room one after another. Mana wore an apron and brought out a large pot of hot potato stewed pork from the kitchen. White bread was placed on the wooden table.
Mana's sanity gradually began to recover after finding Piers's silver medal.
Elena took pity on her and made her their housekeeper for four months, helping them take care of some groceries.
With his excellent cooking skills, he successfully conquered their taste buds.
With work and goals, Mana's eyes have light and hope for life.
Arwen The cat's eyes looked at the pork in the bowl.
This was brought from the mountains a few days ago. It weighed a full 400 pounds, and he showed off it for a while.
The miners and residents passing by had their eyes widened and their jaws dropped in shock.
After this hunting experience, Arwen completely agrees with it.
Hunting and fishing are indeed men's romance.
The atmosphere of the dinner was very harmonious, the fire in the fireplace kept beating, and the dim firelight reflected on the faces of the three people.
Arwen ate all the potatoes and pork in the wooden bowl, wiped off the remaining juice in the bowl with the remaining bread, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The sky was getting dark, Mana had a small appetite and finished eating early.
As a woman, she noticed something was wrong with Elena's atmosphere at the dinner table.
So, after cleaning up the kitchen, I immediately went back to my room to rest.
Arwen came outside the wooden house and felt the cool night breeze.
A soft voice came from behind, along with the faint scent of roses.
"Are you planning to leave without saying goodbye?"
Arwen turned his head and looked at the beautiful figure behind him.
Elena was wearing a thin linen pajamas, her long golden hair was draped lazily on her shoulders, and she was even leaning slightly against the entrance.
"The things here are over. There is news from Temple of Melitele that they are about to leave for Temeria. It's time for me to go back."
Elena lowered his gaze, "Can you not leave? Stay, His Majesty values you very much. Kaedwen There will definitely be a place for you in the future."
Arwen groaned and shook his head silently.
He had promised Vesemir before to escort the nun to Temeria.
This is one of them. The most important thing is that you will pass Kestrel Mountains on the way.
The fortress of Order of Witchers was there back then.
He is very interested in the legacy left by Alzur.
"Wait a minute----" Elena stood up straight, knowing the determination of the man in front of her, turned around and entered her room.
After a while, when she came out again, she had a delicate package in her hand.
"This is for you."
She handed the thing into Arwen's hand.
The latter's eyes were slightly surprised, and he opened the package at the former's signal.
It is a folding bow that is dark green in color and has natural runes carved on the bow arms.
The wolf head badge on the chest began to buzz.
"This is a magic longbow." Arwen said in a surprised tone.
Elena has beautiful eyes and soft eyes, "This is an elven long bow with wind speed runes engraved on it, which can increase the speed of arrows shot out."
"Hope this helps."
"This is too expensive." Arwen frowned.
Elena suddenly stepped forward. As a woman from the north, her personality is relatively open, and she does not have the reserve of the Eastern woman in Arwen's memory.
She stood up on tiptoes and kissed Arwen on the cheek.
Her crimson eyes, her green eyes were like a pool of spring water, and her chest was rising and falling slightly.
"I know, I know you won't stay here," her voice paused at this time, "But----you can leave tomorrow morning, okay?"
Arwen feels the moisture on her cheeks.
In this case, just one word.
Do it!
The next morning.
Arwen prepared his luggage, put his two swords on his back, and placed the long bow and arrows given by Elena next to the saddle.
Fasten the belt and check the magic potion in the wooden saddlebag box.
After confirming, get on your horse.
Both hands tightened on the reins, the mare's hooves trembled, hot air was sprayed from her nose, and she was eager to try.
Elena was sitting on a wooden bench, watching this scene quietly.
She squinted her eyes and saw the black-haired witcher leaving.
She didn't get up to say goodbye, and her voice was slightly hoarse.
"Arwen, nice to meet you."
Arwen lowered his hood and said, "Me too. See you later."
After saying that, he stepped up his horse's belly and headed towards the position Temple of Melitele.
Heading south for about three days, he saw a canyon with pleasant scenery and flowers all over it, as well as Town of Frankenthal.
Along the familiar willow forest, we returned to Temple of Melitele.
However, when he led the horse into the courtyard outside the temple, he clearly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.
At this time, the nuns were supposed to be performing evening prayers, but there was no sound at all in the temple.
I sniffed and smelled the smell of myrrh and cinnamon.
These two plants are often used to make antiseptic objects.
Tie the mare into the stable and knock on the temple door.
The door opened quickly, revealing a young nun. Her face was pockmarked. She was slightly shocked when she saw Arwen, and then let him enter the temple. She obviously knew him.
Arwen nodded and looked towards the center of the hall.
Under the statue of the Melitele goddess, there is a row of lush white lilies.
He saw a familiar figure, it was Nenneke.
Nenneke arranged the flowers carefully. She did not wear the coarse white nun's robe that she usually wears today.
Instead, he put on an extremely solemn and complicated pure white sacrificial robe.
The collar and cuffs are embroidered with the unique pattern of Temple of Melitele.
She seemed to have noticed something and turned around. Her face looked tired and she struggled to squeeze out a gentle smile.
He said a standard courtesy, "It's been a long time, Baron Arwen."
Arwen hurriedly stepped forward and returned the greeting.
"Nenneke, stop teasing me now."
Nenneke straightened up and wiped his hands with a linen towel, his voice pleased.
"This is no joke. The king canonized a demon hunter as a baron. This is unprecedented."
"Vesemir They must be very happy."
Arwen said, "It's a mixed blessing."
Nenneke raised his eyes, "Is it that neutral rhetoric?"
"If you have something, you have to give it up. For so many years, your status in the north has been worse than that of homeless people. With this noble status, there will always be changes."
"Just like now, the residents in Town of Frankenthal don't dare to scold you Monstrum in person, because you are really qualified to send him to the gallows."
Arwen shrugged and looked around, "What happened here?"
Nenneke Hearing this, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded and he sighed softly.
"High Priest----She has returned to the embrace of the goddess."
Arwen The cat's eyes narrowed, "Asumpta Nanny, she----"
Nenneke nodded.
"When?"
"Don't feel sad. Just four nights ago, she passed away peacefully, in a sweet dream. That's nice, isn't it?"
With nostalgia in his eyes, Nenneke picked up a lily and handed it to Arwen's hand.
"She will die of old age. Even with the blessing of the goddess and top-notch alchemy technology, human lifespan is limited after all, and she has already expected it."
"So, she passed on the position of high priest to me five days ago."
Speaking of this, her eyes became firm and dignified, with a hint of majesty at the same time.
"The nuns and priests recommended me. Although I prefer to stay in the alchemy workshop and deal with herbs, I have to shoulder this heavy responsibility."
Arwen looked at the flowers in his hands and made a prayer gesture.
"Rivia's Asumpta, you are a wise lady."
After praying, his eyes returned to Nenneke, "Then I can also call you high priest from now on?"
Nenneke waved his hand, "I would rather not do this."
"The situation on the northern border is getting more and more delicate now. Even though Kaedwen's exclusion of us has eased slightly, this is still not a place to stay for a long time. Those of us who believe in the goddess need a new, stable shelter."
Arwen put the flowers back at the feet of the statue, "I know, that's why I came back."
"Ellander."