Ellander

The smell of blood on the deck, blown by the spring breeze, enveloped everyone's senses like a veil or mist.

Eckhart Knight Commander and the remaining knight retinue are cleaning up the mess.

Ivar stayed in place, daring not to look back.

The figure of Arwen quietly came to the window of the room, his heavy body making no sound on the wooden deck.

Under the spiritual perception, everyone's eyes were attracted to the war.

His left hand rested on the edge of the window, and his body leaned back slightly.

"Wait----"

A weak and trembling voice came, Zuleika stared at him with beautiful eyes.

Arwen raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect Zuleika to notice him.

The latter took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to stay.

But Arwen let go of the window edge with his left hand and made a silent gesture.

Zuleika was stunned in place, Arwen's body reflected in his pupils, his hood swaying in the wind, revealing a corner of his true face.

"I----my name is Zerika----"

Before she could finish her words, Arwen's entire center of gravity had already hung out of the window, and she was falling freely towards the water.

Zerika covered his mouth and exclaimed, quickly rushed to the window, and when he looked at the calm river, Arwen's figure had disappeared.

He----his.----

Zerika's heart was beating fast. That face was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

Who is he?

This question has been lingering in her mind.

Ivar Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around quickly.

"Zuleika, what happened?"

Zerika stood up straight and finally came to his senses, "He's gone."

"Who's gone?"

"He."

Ivar looked out the window and let out a sigh of relief.

If he could safely send away this plague god, his goal could be considered accomplished.

Although the losses were somewhat heavy, this was already the best outcome so far.

"There are no outsiders here, Ivar, how do you know this witcher?"

The underlying meaning is that she no longer needs to be called by her pseudonym.

Ivar said, "At a dinner party, there were two other demon hunters from School of the Wolf."

"Then have you seen his face under the hood?" Zerika asked.

Ivar sounded confused, his eyes immediately alert, "No? What's wrong?"

Zerika A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression showed a tired look, "No, no, it's just that these intrigues make me feel a little tired."

Ivar said with a straight face, "That's good, Miss Zerika, you are Istredd's fiancée. These things are what you have to face. In the future, there will be princes, ministers, and envoys from other countries. You will gradually adapt to it."

Zerika's beautiful eyes were slightly lowered, as if she was used to hearing this kind of words, her hands subconsciously tightened her clothes.

She knew very well in her heart that she was just a tool for political marriage, and love was an unattainable dream for her.

Even when I came to Temeria, it was because of my status that I sought assistance from other countries.

Istredd·Thyssen.

She had never met this person even a few times, and even when she did meet, she was discussing the matter of restoring the country with his father.

Just because of her kingdom bloodline, she had to go deep into dangerous situations.

Even her father, who had always doted on her, fully supported Istredd's plan for the sake of so-called power, and single-handedly urged her to walk into this pit of fire.

The aristocratic upbringing forced her to accept everything.

However, in this uncertain future, a demon hunter suddenly broke into the scene.

Not only did he kill the killer, but his face was surprisingly similar to Istredd.

This made her curious inside.

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, she walked to the bed and said, "I need to rest now."

Ivar didn't see anything from Zerika's face, and bowed and saluted, "Miss, you have a good rest. When Temeria arrives, I'll call you again."

"Hmm.

Zerika watched Ivar out of the corner of his eye as he walked out of the room, closed the wooden door, and frowned.

Ivar, Istredd·Thyssen's confidants said they were here to help her handle affairs, but in fact they were secretly monitoring her.

It's like the owner is looking at the canary in the cage.

"Dududu----"

Three long horn blasts sounded through the Pontar River and Sky Gull on the south bank came to a stop and entered the dock. The iron anchor was thrown into the water and stirred up waves, with large white foam sparkling.

The corpses and blood on the deck have been cleaned up, but the smell of blood still cannot be covered up.

Eckhart Knight Commander and Ivar looked towards the shore.

There stood rows of heavily armored knights.

They wore full-body plate armor, the armor plates polished to a shine, and a scarlet cloak. The metal armor on the left shoulder was engraved with a white rose with complicated patterns.

The flag with white stripes on a black background flutters in the wind.

The chilling breath came to my face.

The two of them gasped at the same time.

The Ace Knights of Order of the White Rose, Temeria.

At the front of the queue, a middle-aged man wearing brass-colored decorative plate armor took a few steps forward.

Seagull Linen mats have been laid on the road to disembark.

The purple cloak is waving, symbolizing his lofty status.

The ruler of Ellander, the prince of Temeria, Duke Hereward.

His eyes were deep and he saw the beautiful, dignified and generous Zerika at first sight.

He opened his arms and said with surprise, "Oh, little princess of the Targo family, you are finally here at Ellander. When she received your letter, your aunt was so excited that she couldn't sleep well for several days."

Zerika trotted forward, held the hem of her skirt with both hands, and made a dignified noble etiquette.

"Uncle Hereward, I miss you too."

Hereward couldn't help but admire, "It's really cheap for your old bald father. The daughter he gave birth to is really amazing."

Ivar also stepped forward and saluted solemnly, "Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you."

Hereward looked at him and nodded.

"Are you from the Thyssen family?"

Ivar nodded, "Exactly----"

"Wait a minute," Hereward interrupted him. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the injured knight on the boat, "What happened to you?"

Zerika told what happened to Skellige. Hereward also went on the deck. Seeing the mess on the ground, his face was sinister and his tone was furious. "Madman, Skellige those bitches----the pirates are all madmen!"

"Fortunately, you were not injured, otherwise I don't know how I would explain it to your father."

"But, you're saying that those pirates were all eliminated by a demon hunter?"

"Well, it was solved by a School of the Wolf demon hunter named Wizard's Robe".

Hereward frowned, he was still quite repelled by the demon hunters.

However, the stigma of School of the Wolf has been washed away in Kaedwen, and the prejudice in his heart is definitely not as bad as it was in the original timeline.

He looked around, the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

There are at least seventy or eighty of the Skellige pirates lying on the ground. Each one of them is extremely strong and strong, and all of them are elites. There are even crossbowmen.

And that big guy like a mountain of meat, even a good player in his Order of the White Rose would probably be difficult to deal with.

If it were an ordinary pirate, Hereward would not be surprised.

Even if he ranks five White Rose Knights, he can win.

But this is a well-trained Skellige pirate, famous for his bellicosity and roughness around the world.

How is this possible that so many people were captured by a single demon hunter, and in an extremely relaxed manner?

The news about School of the Wolf Demon Hunter flashed crazily in his mind.

Could it be?

Hereward's eyes flashed. "Where is he now? I have to thank him personally."

Zerika sighed, "Uncle Hereward, he has left."

Hearing this, Hereward couldn't help but feel sorry.

"You must be tired from the journey. Come on, get in my carriage. I will take you back to the castle first."

Ellander.

A man in black robes stepped on the gravel road and looked at the magnificent city in front of him.

This capital of the Temeria princely kingdom is more lively and sacred than imagined.

The tall city walls are made of marble, with small stone statues of the goddess Melitele inlaid at small intervals.

Farmers, businessmen, and old women who enter the city will basically stop in front of the statue to pray briefly and devoutly.

There is also a magnificent building located outside the capital.

Temple of Melitele.

Arwen walked towards that location.

Between the long corridors outside the temple, nuns in plain white robes walked by from time to time holding herbal baskets, and the air was filled with the mixed aroma of sage and chamomile.

At the end of the corridor, there is a fountain, and in the center of the spring stands the statue of the goddess Melitele.

The believers gathered around him clasped their hands and closed their eyes to pray devoutly.

Arwen took a deep breath. The whole environment was very quiet and comfortable, just like returning home.

The belief in goddess Melitele has flourished unprecedentedly in recent years.

Before each child cries for the first time after birth, their grandmother has already lit white candles in front of the statue of goddess Melitele.

The god that every mother calls out during the pain of childbirth is always the goddess who blesses fertility and good harvests.

As our future bard Dandelion once said.

As long as they are women, they will have children in their past, present and future, so Melitele will never lack happiness.

After all, things like wars and plagues don't happen every year.

Arwen stood under the camphor tree outside the temple. Just as he was about to enter, he noticed a slight sound of footsteps, approaching him quickly, and grabbed his hand.

There is a small and tender feeling in the palm of my hand.

Lowering his head, he saw a little girl in a white dress whose height was less than his knees.

There are a few strands of reddish luster in the flaxen hair, and there are some freckles on both sides of her nose and the side of her neck. Not only does it not ruin her beauty, it also adds a bit of playfulness and cuteness.

Her eyes were a clear and transparent blue, like a cloudless sky in midsummer.

Arwen was about to speak, but the cat's eyes narrowed.

The girl's pupils squirmed, as if reflecting some scene.

This strange scene disappeared quickly, and the little girl returned to normal and spoke timidly.

"First----Sir, it's really you!"

The little girl raised her face and stood on tiptoes.

Arwen's mental energy was all swept over the girl.

Just now, chaotic magic erupted from her body.

"You know me?"

"Well, well----"

The girl nodded her head heavily at first, and then shook her head hesitantly.

Arwen gently held her hand. Having the experience of taking care of Virona, his movements were very gentle.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Iola."

"Iola?"

The name instantly reminded him of something.

Iola, in the original work, will be the disciple of Nenneke.

In the future, she will take a vow of silence. One of the reasons is that she has the ability to predict.

Iola was a little nervous, "I heard Nenneke the high priest said about you, and I also dreamed about you in my dreams."

"And Xiaohei, Xiaohei is waiting for you outside the temple every day."

"I told it that you would be here soon, floating over from the big river in the north. It was very happy and flew towards that direction. It didn't see any shadow for several days."

"Something must have happened to it!"

Having said this, Iola subconsciously clenched Arwen's palm.

Arwen didn't understand, Nenneke he knew, but what the hell is this Xiaohei?

"Who is this Xiaohei?"

"It's a very beautiful big black bird. Nenneke said it was Raven. I saw it on the first day I came to the temple. It has a good relationship with me."

Arwen was startled, never expecting that Raven who followed him Blue Mountains down, actually hadn't forgotten him and was even waiting for him.

Arwen rubbed Iola's head and whispered softly, "Don't worry, your friend will be fine. Say hello to Nenneke for me first."

"Yeah, yeah.

Iola nodded obediently.

Arwen let go of the other party's little hand and walked quickly to the north.

The majestic spiritual power radiates with [Blood Intuition].

Quickly follow the dirt road into the hills to the north, where the pine forests are lush.

Not long after, he came to the edge of a wooden carriage wreckage.

The rolling logs from the carriage fell everywhere, there were several bloody scratches on the dirt road, and at the end, half of the body lay.

The limbs of the corpse were torn open alive, the abdomen was pecked open with sharp tools, and the internal organs were everywhere.

There were several corpses lying on both sides of the road. Judging from their clothes, the goods on the carriage, and the scattered axes, they must be carpenters nearby.

Arwen glanced at the blood. The blood was very fresh and had not yet coagulated. This happened not long ago.

Thinking of this, he lightly kicked the half-collapsed wooden wheel of the carriage with the sole of his foot.

"Come out, it's safe now."

Two heavy breathings broke the silence.

Soon, two men in carpenter's clothes climbed out from under the carriage, covered in mud, shivering, and extremely frightened.

"Oh, Goddess, it's so scary!"

"Kind sir, are you here to save us?"

The two of them were talking incoherently and looked frightened.

Arwen said, "What happened? Tell me directly."

One person said, "It's a monster. It's a monster flying in the sky. It had wings and flew down from the sky at once. It overturned the carriage and poor Terence was hit and killed on the spot."

"What does the monster look like?"

"When the monster came down, the wind blew so hard that I couldn't even open my eyes. I - I just hid - I didn't see clearly at all -"

Another man said, "I can see clearly, it has fur like a lion and a mouth like a vulture!"

"Martin, I told you, seeing crows is not a good sign. We shouldn't come here, we shouldn't come!"