Arwen raised his head and looked calmly at the person beside him.
The other person's hair was meticulously combed, the mustache under his nose was carefully trimmed, and he smelled strongly of ouzo.
He was wearing a red silk coat and several exquisitely crafted gemstone rings on his index finger, which reflected a soft luster under the light of the bonfire.
He doesn't look like a businessman, but like a nouveau riche.
The middle-aged man was holding a silver tray in his hand. He was not rejected by Arwen and sat diagonally opposite him in a very measured manner.
Take off the silver cover on the tray.
Suddenly, an extremely rich and alluring fragrance filled the air.
"Please forgive my abrupt interruption," the businessman looked at the tempting food on the tray and moved his index finger. "My name is Ivar, from Novigrad."
He picked up a table knife and removed a duck leg very skillfully.
"Look, this is a local specialty, roasted wild duck with juniper berries and apples. The belly is stuffed with spices, passion fruit and pickled sweet apples, and then slowly grilled over a low fire with fruit wood. It is a rare delicacy at the banquet. How about it, do you want to taste it together?"
Arwen put down the knife in his hand and remained unmoved.
The cat eyes under the hood were faintly sizing up the other person.
"Haha, we don't seem to know each other. I'm just trying to be polite for nothing. Mr. Ivar, what do you want from me?"
Ivar Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could feel the sharp aura like a gleam on his back.
He forced himself to calm down, took a mouthful of duck meat, lowered his head and said with a smile, "Sir, you are really quick to talk, so I won't hide it anymore."
"Let me introduce again, I am a merchant of alchemy items, and I am very interested in the corpse of Basilisk in your hands."
"Basilisk's poison glands, mutated stomach, especially the claws and scales, are all very good alchemy tools."
"How about it, are you interested in trading? I guarantee with my reputation that I will never let you suffer any loss."
"Then you have the wrong person."
Arwen picked up the wine glass, drank a sip of wine, and pointed his finger at Aiken, who was surrounded by people.
"If you want Basilisk's materials, you should go to him. The demon hunter is the hero."
"Haha----" Ivar looked at the crowd, "Indeed, the demon hunter is the hero, but according to my servant's report, you and the two of them came back together."
He turned back and fanned the air in front of his nose with his hand, showing an intoxicated look.
"Ah, I will never forget this mellow taste in my life. The 1197 Belhaven red wine is produced from Toussaint. It tastes more mellow than East of East."
"This kind of fine wine is an absolute treasure even for a Viscount. But now that I am using it to entertain you, your status is not simple at all."
"If my guess is correct, you should also be a demon hunter. As a businessman, I rarely make mistakes."
"You are still the leader among them, right?"
Ivar squinted his eyes, looking confident, "Even though you are wearing a wizard's robe, your sitting posture and frame all show your aura as a demon hunter."
Arwen put down the wine glass and said with interest, "After talking so much, what do you want?"
"Let me see, you're not here just for Basilisk's materials."
At this point, his voice suddenly turned cold.
Ivar's body shivered and he felt an extreme chill, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He hurriedly raised his hands and surrendered. "Don't be angry, Your Excellency, I don't mean any harm."
"I came to you, indeed, not for Basilisk, haha, but I also came to relieve your worries.
Arwen was stunned for a moment, chuckled lightly, and tapped his fingers on the table to signal the other party to continue.
Ivar had a happy face and lowered his voice, "According to my observation, you demon hunters always carry two swords on your back. You see, they are."
He glanced at Aiken and Lambert.
"But what's strange is that there are no double swords behind you. This is contrary to common sense."
"So, I take the liberty to ask, your two swords were stolen or destroyed——"
Arwen gao glanced at the other party, and he was indeed a little surprised by the other party's meticulous observation.
Ivar strikes while the iron is hot, with confidence in his eyes, "I have something, a piece of Mithril that is the size of an adult's fist and is extremely pure."
"I don't need to say much about its value."
Arwen looked at him suddenly, "Mithril? The size of a fist?"
Ivar nodded.
Arwen sat up straight. Vesemir once told him that the silver film on the silver sword needs to be carefully selected.
The best among them is Mithril, which is extremely rare and priceless.
Its mass density is extremely high, and its effect on monsters is unmatched by other ordinary silver.
Even if a small amount of Mithril is mixed into a silver sword, it can greatly increase the power of the silver sword to destroy evil spirits.
A fist-sized piece of Mithril is definitely rare in the world.
Ivar's words indeed successfully aroused his interest.
"Such a big piece Mithril, are you kidding me?"
Ivar seemed to have expected what Arwen would say in advance, and took out half a thumb-sized silver mineral from his arms, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of the latter.
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly and picked up the piece of silver mineral, under the perception of Herbal Alchemy Iv5.
The mineral emits a silvery halo that is brighter than the stars at night.
It is indeed Mithril.
"You are willing to accept our entrustment. This small piece of Mithril can be used as a deposit first."
Arwen looked at him and silently held Mithril in his palm.
"Tell me the details of the commission."
Ivar has a smile on his lips.
"The commission is not difficult. We just need to escort our caravan all the way south, cross Pontar River, and enter Ellander at Temeria."
Escort mission? Ellander?
Arwen's eyes flashed with suspicion.
As for Ellander, he already knew it from Aiken.
Since the Hydra Evil God incident, Nenneke searched for Arwen to no avail. Under the escort of Marquis Lower March, he successfully crossed Pontar River and headed to the destination Ellander.
Therefore, Ellander can be regarded as one of his destinations after leaving Morgraig.
After thinking about it, Arwen said, "Okay, when will we set off?"
Ivar finally couldn't restrain the expression of ecstasy on his face, "Just tonight, after the dinner is over, we will set off overnight."
Arwen said, "Okay."
As time passed, the noisy dinner ended.
Viscount Lancaster has prepared excellent guest rooms for the three of Arwen.
Arwen called Aiken into his room. As for Lambert, he was already drunk and unconscious in the room.
Arwen took out the parchment and quill, quickly wrote down the recipe, and handed it to Aiken.
Arwen instructed, "This is an improved formula about secondary mutations. After returning to Kyle Mohan, give it to Vesemir. As long as the body meets the requirements and follows the process, it will be successful."
Aiken reached out and took it solemnly. With this formula, School of the Wolf the demon hunter can definitely rise.
He suddenly realized that Arwen seemed to be leaving soon.
"Are you ready to leave?"
Arwen nodded, "Yes, I just took on a difficult commission."
"Need our help."
"No, this commission may be complicated. Remember to say hello to everyone for me."
Aiken let out an unpleasant laugh, "Of course, take care."
He patted Arwen on the shoulder.
"You too."
After saying goodbye, Arwen left the room and quickly headed towards the place agreed upon by Ivar.
Half an hour later, in the hall of the lord's castle.
Viscount Lancaster is wearing a noble dress and sitting on the lord's chair.
Below him, the old butler folded his hands in front of him and reported the news.
"Master, the man in black robe who was traveling with Aiken has left Alder Town."
"As for the caravan, my subordinates also sent people to investigate. The businessman named Ivar is not from Novigrad at all."
"Do I need to report to the Marquis?"
Since Hydra Evil God, all the kings and lords of Northern Kingdoms know the existence of Arwen.
List Arwen as the highest target of concern.
Viscount Lancaster shook his hand, "No need."
The housekeeper said worriedly, "The king and the marquis are both looking for him. If he is discovered later, it will be difficult to explain."
Viscount Lancaster thought for a moment, "Then let me report that there are three demon hunters who have solved the Basilisk problem in the territory."
He took a deep breath, "Are there not enough demon hunters these days?"
He is more afraid of offending Arwen than offending the king.
Kaedwen's Atamont will kill him whenever he wants. He is a viscount. After entertaining him with delicious food and drinks, he can just send him away. He may still leave a good impression.
On the muddy path in the alder forest, wooden carriages drove past, leaving long traces.
Arwen was resting alone in a relatively dry and tidy car.
The sound of horse hooves outside the carriage was extremely monotonous.
The spiritual power was released, instantly encompassing the entire caravan.
Nine carriages and more than a hundred people.
This number of people is very large compared to ordinary caravans.
Among the nine carriages, five are used to escort goods and four are used to carry people.
The carriages carrying people are all hung with magic amulets, which can block the prying eyes of the wizard's spiritual power.
Arwen Use the pillow as a backrest.
Really cautious.
His mental power swept through the goods, but he did not find the existence of Mithril.
But think about it, this precious thing cannot be put together with ordinary goods. It should be kept close to you.
Time flies by under the grinding wheels.
Eight days later.
The caravan arrived at the important hub city in the south of Redania, Rinde.
Compared with the dilapidation of border towns, this city located in the north of the Pontar River is much more prosperous.
The caravan stopped at the edge of the city, and Ivar found Arwen.
"The journey has been long, and you have worked hard too."
Arwen nodded, not feeling bored at all.
Morgraig has long been accustomed to this kind of alone time.
Ivar said, "The caravan has been traveling for so many days, and the supplies are already scarce. We need to go into the city to resupply. The meeting time is probably noon. If you can't stay idle, you can also go to the city for a stroll, as long as it doesn't delay the time."
"Hmm.
Arwen said, sweeping his peripheral vision towards the carriage in the middle of the caravan.
In the past few days, someone has been waiting beside the carriage when it came down.
These people look casual when standing, but their hands are covered with calluses, and they are guys who use swords all year round.
Even though he was covered by a coat, he could still detect the close-fitting chainmail under his mental perception.
The eyes of these guards were also on me from time to time, as if they were guarding against something.
As for the owner of the car, he has not gotten out of the car these days. His food, drinks, and toilets are all delivered by servants, even the bath water.
Arwen curled his lips under the hood and walked towards the city in front of him.
Entering the city gate of Rinde, heavily armed guards checked every passerby and repeatedly emphasized that magic is not allowed in the city.
Since Heribert became the king of Redania, a law has been promulgated.
He hates magic extremely, and believes that the current chaos in all countries is caused by magic.
Also, there are folk taxes such as head tax, commercial tax, tithe, etc. Why can wizards hide in magic towers without paying taxes?
Want to use magic? You have to pay magic tax!
If you don't hand it over, then Dimeritium will be put in jail.
The council leader of Rinde city strongly agreed with Heribert's words and stood firmly by his side.
Therefore, in Rinde city, the wizard's life is very difficult.
Arwen entered the city and passed through a hidden street.
The black wizard robe on his body was replaced by a rough linen cloak, and his face also changed accordingly.
Magic: Change of Appearance.
As for the magic tax? That's long been forgotten.
In this way, he walked back to the street smoothly.
The surroundings were filled with the sounds of business, southern merchants selling pottery, and rough curses coming from the tavern not far away.
I made some random inquiries and found that no one knew a woman named Yennefer or Yennefer.
I searched around and found it wasn't there.
Although he was slightly disappointed, he was still a little interested in Yennefer. After all, she was the heroine in "The Witcher 3".
According to the timeline, Rinde is where Geralt and Yennefer first met.
It was also Djinn trapped in a sealed jar that completely intertwined the fate of the two.
But unfortunately, there are still at least a few years left.
Yennefer should still be somewhere in Vengerberg now.
At this moment, his own light noticed a figure in front of the bakery.
Ivar did not bargain with the bread boss like a businessman.
Instead, he stood respectfully behind a woman wearing a dark gray cloak.
The woman wore a wide hood, not revealing a trace of her appearance. The calmness in her movements and the graceful aura she exuded could not be concealed.
There is no doubt that this woman is the real mastermind behind this caravan.
Arwen entered the city first, keeping his mental focus on the direction of the convoy just for this moment.
In order to pick up a basket of white bread on the stall, the woman's slender ring finger reflected the luster of metal.
Although it flashed by, the pattern on the ring was still caught by Arwen.
It is a shield with a red background. On the right side of the shield, there is a half eagle pattern engraved on it.
Arwen The cat's eyes narrowed.
He had already memorized heraldry by heart.
It is the coat of arms of the north Margraviate of Talgar----