"Targo----"
He knew very well about this coat of arms.
According to heraldic records, Margraviate of Talgar is located at the foot of the Dragon Mountains.
Due to its special geographical location, the country suffers from "white light" disasters all year round, the land is very barren, and the winter lasts from September to May of the following year, so many crops cannot be planted.
But to the north is Dragon Mountains, which is rich in mineral resources.
The most critical point is that the princely state of Targo comes from the enfeoffment of Gedanba Taisien, and Gedanba Taisien is the ancestor of Thyssen family.
Moving forward in time, the person in charge of Kingdom of Kovir is not Thyssen family, but Troyden family.
At this time, Margraviate of Talgar was already the hometown of several Thyssen people.
Through several generations of hard work, Thyssen family has repeatedly made meritorious deeds on the battlefield and is Troyden family's confidant. He was eventually canonized as a Marquis of the Border and married into the royal family.
Until the last king of Troiden, Gerald. Troiden's son died young, leaving only one daughter and no other descendants.
And this princess is the married wife of Thyssen family patriarch Edmund·Thyssen.
At that time, Thyssen family was at its peak, its power reached its peak, and the throne naturally fell into the hands of Thyssen family.
So Margraviate of Talgar can be regarded as the base camp of Thyssen family.
After Kovir Thyssen family was split by a coup, he directly raised troops to establish a princely state, and has been secretly protecting the last bloodline of Thyssen family, Istredd·Thyssen.
Arwen rubbed his chin.
According to the timeline, his cheap brother Istredd·Thyssen is relying on the help of Margraviate of Talgar to secretly win over his old subordinates and prepare to recover Kovir.
At this critical moment, people from Margraviate of Talgar actually came here and wanted to go to Temeria. Why?
Suddenly, he thought of the supplies in those five trucks, most of which were iron tools and farm equipment.
Also, Ivar's self-reported identity is an alchemy merchant, so his intention is very obvious.
Temeria Ellander On the east side of the principality is Mahakam Mountains, which is the base camp of the dwarves and has the best forging masters in the world.
Forging weapons?
Interesting, it seems that the day to raise troops is getting closer.
The women Ivar and Targo finished buying bread, discussed for a few times, and walked out of the city.
Arwen did not stay and left first.
Change into the black wizard robe and return to the convoy.
At the first moment, he felt several eyes falling on him, but they quickly moved away.
It's the ones who protect you.
Arwen turned a blind eye and returned to his car.
After taking a nap, someone knocked on the carriage gently with their hands.
Pushing open the compartment door, there was a maid.
"Your Excellency, Demon Hunter, the caravan is about to leave. Please get off the car and follow me."
Arwen followed the maid to the dock next to the Pontar River.
There is a two-masted merchant ship parked next to the pier, with three blue seagulls depicted on the flying flag.
According to the maid's answer, this Seagull was built by Redania. It has very good wave resistance and it only takes three hours to reach the other shore.
Arwen withdrew his gaze and looked at the vast and calm river in front of him.
Pontar River, the elves call it "Aevony Pontar Gwennelen", which means Aevion y Ponte Ar Gwennelen, the river of alabaster bridges, is one of the largest rivers in the north, and like Yaruga River in the south, originates from the Blue Mountains.
Boats are passing by on the river, with sails dotted in shadow, and the greenery on both sides of the river is continuous.
It is like an emerald green ribbon, flowing from east to west, completely dividing the Redania in the north from the Temeria in the south.
"Clang clang clang!"
The bell on the dock was rung.
The maid hurriedly said, "Your Majesty the Demon Hunter, the merchant ship is about to leave."
Arwen followed him and boarded the merchant ship.
Not long after, the captain shouted, "Sail!"
The more than twenty sailors on the ship moved quickly, the masts were raised one after another, and the huge canvas swelled in the wind.
The merchant ship slid out of the water, stirring up a lot of foam, like broken alabaster, reflecting a white and dazzling luster in the sun.
Redania's shipbuilding technology is well-known to Northern Kingdoms. The three-deck hull is as stable as a rock. Driven by the current, it slowly sails towards the south.
Arwen stood alone on the topmost observation deck.
His mental perception instantly revealed the personnel layout of the entire merchant ship.
A large number of them were around the cabins inside the merchant ship.
That location is the room of woman Targo.
Merchant ships gradually moved away from the shore.
"Hmm----"
Arwen swept towards the forest next to the dock.
His strong mental power allowed him to clearly perceive squirrels jumping between the branches, wild ducks skimming the water, and even hear the sound of fish wagging underwater.
Everything seemed peaceful.
But under [Blood Intuition], there are countless yellow-red dots in that hidden position. They are beating constantly, and they are the human heart.
"Mr. Demon Hunter," a gentle voice sounded from behind.
Arwen turned around and saw that the person coming was not Ivar, but a butler wearing black palace uniform.
He behaved very appropriately and bowed slightly.
"The adults in our family are invited."
Arwen raised his eyes.
"Lead the way."
Follow the steward through the middle deck where barrels and crates are stacked.
The housekeeper stepped as lightly as possible and stood at the entrance of the stairs, still making a creaking sound on the wooden boards.
The witcher has always remained silent.
The butler secretly marveled at this.
Coming to the luxurious cabin at the bottom of the stern, the cabin door is as clean as new, made of mahogany, and exudes a special fragrance.
On both sides of the door stood two soldiers in full armor.
Arwen glanced at them. After boarding the ship, the guards disguised as members of the caravan also took off their disguises.
The butler opened the cabin door, and a mixture of incense and light herbs hit his face. It smelled very good.
"Miss, the witcher has arrived."
The butler stood aside very politely and gave way to the way.
Arwen steps in.
Next to the single soft couch by the window, there was a woman sitting.
She looks to be at most eighteen years old, with fair skin and a slender neck.
The most eye-catching thing is her long flaxen hair, as smooth as satin.
The silver ribbon bound it, and it was meticulously coiled behind the head, with only a few strands of bangs hanging down in front of the forehead like stars and moons.
The long eyelashes fluttered, and the blue eyes were clear and sharp, like gems.
She wore a luxurious palace dress, with black cuffs embroidered with light blue chrysanthemums, each one lifelike.
A statue of the goddess Melitele, mainly made of jade, falls between the Twin Peaks restrained by a corset.
Beside her stood five tall and burly knights.
They wore full-body plate armor, with polished shoulder pads, and decorations similar to ordinary falcon feathers extending from the sides of the helmet. The metal masks were closed tightly, revealing only sharp eyes.
Ivar was waiting quietly aside.
The woman spoke softly with a smile, her voice was like a stream in the forest, gentle and sweet.
"Mr. Witcher, I'm glad to see you. You can call me Zuleika."
Arwen bowed slightly and performed aristocratic etiquette.
"School of the Wolf Demon Hunter "Wizard's Robe", met Miss Zuleika."
Zuleika's beautiful eyes flashed, "Wizard's Robe? This should be your code name, right? It's really appropriate."
"You said you are School of the Wolf's demon hunter, but do you know Arwen the Raven?"
Arwen was noncommittal, "Of course, he is our School of the Wolf legend, but we haven't heard anything from him since Hydra Evil God."
Zuleika stood up, his eyes full of curiosity, "Is the story about the evil god actually true? I always thought it was a mythical story compiled by a bard."
"I've always wanted to see him."
Arwen was unmoved. The Zuleika in front of her looked lively, curious, and inexperienced in worldly affairs. But as a noble lady, she was telling lies secretly.
"Can you take off your hood? I've never seen a witcher like that before?"
Arwen smiled slightly and said, "Miss Zuleika, being too curious about demon hunters is not a good thing."
"Presumptuous!"
The loud voice echoed in the room.
Zuleika A knight next to him took a step forward. The falcon emblem on his chest was more vivid and lively. He should be the knight commander of these knights. From the sound of his voice, he was also very young.
"Witcher, how dare you be rude in front of Miss Zuleika! According to palace etiquette, you must take off your hat when meeting a noble!"
Arwen slightly raised his head, and under the dark hood, a pair of venomous snake-like eyes slowly emerged.
The knight's gaze made the knight shudder, and then he felt even more humiliated.
"Are you provoking me? Miss Zuleika, I apply to challenge him to a knight's duel. In Targo, only death row prisoners are eligible to wear hoods to death!"
"Eckhart! Back off!"
Zuleika's voice sounded. It was not loud, but it really calmed the knight commander.
The latter quickly retracted his sword, and still stared at Arwen unkindly.
Zuleika folded his hands on his lower abdomen, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wizard's Robe, my knights are too rude. Don't take it to heart."
"After a long journey, I guess you haven't had decent food for a long time. I wonder if I can invite you to lunch."
Arwen got straight to the point, "Miss Zuleika, we don't have to beat around the bush anymore, let's be honest. Why did you come to me?"
"Also, you have so many guards, so this mission must not be that simple."
Zuleika was slightly startled, feeling a little annoyed.
She had full confidence in her own beauty, but she didn't expect that the man in front of her would reject her so firmly.
She walked to the cabin window, looked at the vast river, and her tone became relaxed.
"As expected of a demon hunter, he discovered the problem so quickly."
"Yes, the reason why I want to hire you is because I got a message."
"In Redania, someone hired someone to assassinate me."
"And the best hunting and assassination experts among the demon hunters, with you in the caravan, you can also prevent Xiaoxiao from getting close."
At this point, she put her hands on the window, "But you see, we have now entered the middle reaches of the Pontar River, and it only takes two hours from the border of Temeria."
"The Duke of Ellander is an old friend of my father's and will meet me on the shore."
After the words fell, the atmosphere in the room became silent.
Arwen understood what she meant, it was just that he felt that he was of no use now.
Eckhart broke the silence, "Witcher, you can now choose to leave on your own in a small boat. As a thank you, I will pay you a reward of five hundred kronor. The piece of mithril I gave you as a gift in advance."
Five hundred crowns, and a small piece of Mithril that I got before. This is indeed an exciting price.
"You are really kind and generous," Arwen sneered, "Are you so sure that the matter is over?"
"Can I think that you are threatening us?" Eckhart pressed his palm on Jian Cou and shouted angrily, "The mission is over! Take your money and leave here quickly! Miss Zuleika is willing to spend time to see you. She is already tolerant and generous to you. Don't be ungrateful!"
"Shut up!"
Zuleika yelled loudly, then quickly moved forward and came to Arwen.
"Little Miss----"
Eckhart wanted to stop him, but was pushed away by the other party.
"That's enough, Eckhart, as a knight commander, where is your humility?"
Eckhart looked ashamed.
Zuleika apologized, "Mr. Wizard's Robe, please forgive the rude words and deeds of my subordinates again. Goddess Melitele, I have no intention of killing the donkey."
"It's just that--it's just that the value of this piece of Mithril is too huge. According to the principle of equal exchange, it far exceeds the reward that should be paid."
"If you really need it, I can sell it to you at a discount within a certain period of time."
"At the same time, you can also choose anything in my warehouse as compensation. Of course, it is limited to the things in the warehouse."
"How about we just make friends?"
Zuleika sounded very sincere and his eyes were bright.
One plays a white face, and the other plays a bad face.
If this combination of punches were used by an ordinary person, she might really get her way.
As for the spirit of contract, it is as vulnerable as window paper to the interests of the nobility.
When you need to use it, take it out and talk about it.
When it is not good for oneself, he will tear it up with his backhand and make sophistry.
Arwen looked at Zuleika carefully. It is really rare for someone so young to have such a scheming mind.
"Now that I've said that, I can't sell it to the nobles to save face.
"But you might as well look out the window first before deciding whether to terminate this commission."
Zuleika Hearing this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Behind him came the exclamation of a knight.
"Miss, Knight Commander, look!"
Eckhart took long strides, and his metal boots made a heavy sound when he stepped on the wooden board.
Pontar On the calm river, at some point, fortunately, a small boat came out.
On each ship, there were seven or eight strong men who were shirtless and had red spiral patterns painted on their chests.
They had dirty braids, kinked muscles, and thick body hair. They were waving sailor swords in their hands and shouting excitedly.
Eckhart was shocked, "Damn it, it's the pirate of Skellige!"