"You know me?"
Arwen looked at Ivar with interest.
Ivar is incoherent.
"We know each other, of course we know each other."
"You are the child of King Baldwin, the biological brother of His Highness Istredd, and the second prince of Kovir country."
Arwen's expression remained calm, but he raised his head slightly and looked behind Ivar.
The dragon lizard suddenly stopped as it approached.
After Ivar felt it, the joy of surviving the disaster surged in his heart, but he was soon occupied by fear.
He could see that the monster behind him was controlled by the demon hunter in front of him.
If you want to survive, you must please the people in front of you.
"Your Highness, it's great to see you, do you know?
Your brother Istredd has been looking for you and hopes you can come back to Thyssen family."
Arwen sneered, "Look for me, how come I don't remember this?"
Ivar looked embarrassed. As an important minister of Thyssen family, he had also served King Baldwin for several years.
Later, Thyssen royal family was rebelled by Edi, and he followed King Baldwin to escape from the royal city. With the latter's death, he could be regarded as Minister Tuogu.
"That's not the case, Your Highness. There must be a misunderstanding."
Arwen did not speak and signaled the other party to continue.
"The situation was critical at that time. This damn traitor Edi has been hunting down the royal family members, relentlessly pursuing them."
"In a hurry, the late king led us to escape from the palace without even a carriage that we could ride on."
"It was the winter solstice at that time, and you kept crying in the ice and snow. This could easily reveal your whereabouts and attract pursuers."
"In order to protect you, we had to abandon you in----"
"Abandoned in the yard of a dilapidated farmhouse."
Arwen spoke and accepted the other party's words.
Ivar rolled his Adam's apple and forced a smile.
"Yes, but this is the result of nothing to be done."
Arwen sneered, "This is really kind, but I remember that I wasn't the only one crying."
At that time, Istredd was two years older than him, and not much better.
"If my guess is correct, you are from Valerie Mortimer's family."
Ivar's body suddenly froze, and his expression became panicked.
Valerie Mortimer.
She was the first wife of King Baldwin, but she died on the spot after giving birth to Istredd.
And Arwen's mother is the second queen.
According to the laws of the kingdom, both of them are actually qualified to inherit state power.
Ivar heard this and his two sides started to tremble.
That's right, many of the ministers who fled with King Baldwin had received favors from the first queen.
As for the current queen, she led her relatives to defend the royal city.
The situation of King Baldwin is very critical. His spirit is visible to the naked eye and he will not live long.
The ministers present had a tacit understanding and chose to keep the eldest prince.
After all, in this difficult moment, there must not be a situation where two kings are fighting.
Only one prince can unite everyone.
Therefore, Arwen was abandoned in a farmyard, regardless of life or death.
That year, Arwen was almost six years old, already old enough to remember things.
The ice and snow almost froze him to death.
Fortunately, a peasant woman who was going to dig food in the fields saw him, saw how pitiful he was, and took him home.
The peasant woman also has several children at home, waiting to be fed.
The peasant woman immediately took off his valuable clothes, put on thin coarse linen clothes, and took him to the town to sell the money.
The peasant woman was smiling when she came back. Arwen guessed that she must have changed a lot of money, but it was a good thing that she treated Arwen a lot more politely.
In this way, he spent three months peacefully.
The vernal equinox has arrived.
The peasant woman's husband returned home and became a soldier serving the lord.
He could tell at a glance that Arwen was extraordinary.
Behind the soldier, followed a strong and tall man.
He has gray-white hair, amber cat eyes, a cold and ferocious expression, and carries two swords on his back.
It is Vesemir, the witcher of School of the Wolf.
Later, he followed Vesemir and left Kovir, left the home named Balin, and became a demon hunter apprentice.
Later, he learned about Kovir from Vesemir's mouth, and also learned that his mother had died in the royal city.
War brings death, but it also brings Ghoul.
Vesemir has a nose like a hyena, and he came here looking for work due to the smell. He happened to bump into the soldier named Balin and was attacked by Ghoul.
After saving him, Vesemir received the reward in Law of Surprise.
Arwen·Thyssen is the unexpected son of Vesemir.
Ivar pursed his dry lips and grabbed Arwen's trouser legs.
"Your Highness, this is all in the past. The most important thing is that you are still alive. This is God's will."
"Look at your current power. As long as you come back with me, Istredd will never disdain your identity as a demon hunter. We can take back Kovir's throne and you can become a prince!"
Arwen is unmoved.
Ivar, however, became visibly crazy.
"No--that's not true! With your skills and strength, how could you surrender to the great prince? You can definitely ascend the throne! As long as you spare me, I can work for you and be your most loyal servant."
"I have told you everything I know, please spare my life."
Ivar begged, tears streaming down his face.
Arwen shook off his hands and took a step back.
"Okay."
Ivar's face is full of joy.
The next second, a gray-white figure enveloped his body, and Dracolizard Golem's bloody mouth suddenly bit down, exploding his head.
Blood exploded and splashed all over the floor.
Without even a scream, the headless body fell to the ground, its limbs still twitching.
Arwen exhaled a breath of turbid air. Ever since he saw Ivar, he always felt palpitation in his heart.
It's the dead soul in me that can't sleep peacefully.
As the legal heir.
Why should the throne fall into the hands of others?
Regardless of Istredd's opinion, this is a despicable means.
He may not use this throne, but the position must pass through his hands.
His eyes moved to look at the shadows of the woods beside him.
"Come out."
The sound echoed in the forest.
After a moment of silence, a figure walked out blankly.
His face was gloomy.
It's Eyck of Denesle.
He listened to most of the conversation between the two. He saw Ivar's appearance as a stooge and a walleye, and he also saw the scene of him abandoning the convoy and Princess Targo.
As a knight with faith, he looked down on the other person's character and was even more humiliated that he had served him.
However, his eyes were looking at the dragon lizard.
He really couldn't believe how the witcher could be with the monster.
Is that rumor true?
Demon hunters will summon monsters and harass residents to earn rewards.
Arwen doesn't want to explain too much.
He raised his right hand, pinched Signs, and whispered a spell in his mouth.
Axii Sign.
Green magic light filled Eyck's sight, and this familiar feeling came again.
His memory of Arwen began to blur, leaving only the scene of the dragon lizard being chased away by the demon hunter after killing the abominable Mr. Ivar.
Eyck rolled up his eyes and walked down the mountain in a daze.
Axii Sign has been trained to perfection by Arwen, and coupled with his own strong mental power, he already has the ability to hypnotize memories.
Arwen waved his hand and put Dracolizard Golem into the space ring.
I patted the snow on my body and arrived at the location of the Targo team.
The convoy was in a mess, and the escaped servants and knights came back in twos and threes. Among them were unscrupulous people and some who were guilty.
Arwen solved the remaining troubles and walked to the center of the convoy.
There was a figure huddled on the snow. The figure was red from the cold, lying quietly on the snow, motionless.
The next day.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, dispelling the chill in the room.
There was only a bed, a wooden table, a few stools, and garlic wreaths hung on the round pillars.
The sun shines through the screened windows, and the noisy sounds of the street can be heard.
Obviously it is no longer Mount Mahakam.
Zerika frowned, her frowning eyebrows slightly opened, and she woke up leisurely.
A brown wooden ceiling appeared in the blurred vision, with dense stripes.
Her beautiful eyes were shocked, and she did not scream in fear like an ordinary noble lady.
Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked around.
"You're awake."
A man in black robes sat at the wooden table, his figure flickering in the flames in the fireplace.
"It's you, Witcher."
Arwen nodded to indicate the food on the table.
Zerika swallowed.
Indeed, she was thirsty and hungry now.
He folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, stood up slowly, and sat opposite Arwen.
He carefully stretched out his right hand and picked up a piece of bread. Seeing that the latter didn't move, he started to eat it with peace of mind.
Arwen looked at the other party. Even in the embarrassing situation, the woman in front of him maintained the etiquette of the aristocracy and was beautiful.
Zerika noticed the former's gaze and became a little more cautious.
After a while, she put down the food, pursed her lips, and spoke in a very calm voice.
"Mr. Wizard's Robe, may I ask, where are we now?"
Arwen looked out the window.
"An inn at the foot of Mount Mahakam Temeria. The Duke of Ellander's castle is not far from here."
Zerika's beautiful eyes lit up and he hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Ivar, is my team still here?"
Arwen said truthfully, "Your fleet is behind the hotel, guarded by your loyal and reliable knights and servants."
"As for Ivar, I'm sorry, he is dead."
Zerika's expression was blank, but there was no sadness on his face, as if he had expected all this.
Arwen knocked on the table, "Ms. Zerika, you have asked so many questions, and it is my turn. What is the reason why the daughter of the Marquis Targo traveled thousands of miles to come here Mahakam Mountains, and is also trading weapons."
Zerika said with a hint of bitterness, "For Istredd."
Having said this, she quietly looked at Arwen.
"Do you know him?"
Arwen listened quietly without showing any change in mood.
Zerika sighed, "Istredd is my fiancé and the king of Kovir."
"Thyssen family was originally the royal family of Kovir, but Edi stole the throne. Istredd has always wanted to regain the country."
"And I, Margraviate of Talgar, have always been a staunch supporter of Thyssen family."
"My father told me that the war is coming, and we need both warriors and a lot of sharp weapons."
"There is a group of dwarves on Mount Mahakam in the south. They are brave and fierce and are born warriors."
"It just so happens that our family has a [Lead Ring] passed down from our ancestors, which is a symbol of dwarves' friendship. With this, we can get help from the dwarves."
"But the war is approaching, and my father is walking around Istredd day and night, unable to leave at all."
"And this [Lead Ring] also needs people from Targo family to go."
"My father only has one daughter, so I am here, accompanied by Istredd's confidant Ivar."
"We carried a large amount of ironware and farm tools and went all the way south, passing through Novigrad. According to the plan, we arrived at Mahakam
Mountains, these iron tools will naturally turn into sharp weapons."
"Finally, use [Lead Ring] to invite the dwarves to help you go down the mountain."
Arwen interrupted, "Weapons are controlled supplies in Northern Kingdoms. It is not an easy task to transport them back from Mount Mahakam to Targo."
Zerika raised a smile on his lips, "Of course, but the Duke of Ellander is my father's best friend. He knows about this and supports Istredd's restoration plan."
"We only need to transport the weapons to the dock of Ellander and flow westward into the sea along Pontar River, and then we can safely transport them back to Targo."
Arwen thought for a moment and said, "This is indeed a good route."
Zerika lowered his head silently, "Yes, if the plan goes well, I will become Kovir's queen in a short time."
Arwen looked at her expression and saw a different emotion.
"Why, you don't want this, queen, I don't know how many women dream of this."
Zerika fell silent.
After a long time, she slowly spoke.
"I know that I was born to be a tool for marriage. My father gave me a pampered life, and I am ready."
"Ever since I was sensible, I have to pay attention to my etiquette every day. My mother and priests taught me to read and pray."
"When I was very young, whenever there was a dinner party at the palace, my father would take me there and tell me to get closer to the prince Thyssen."
"Haha, I still remember that I was very timid at the time. A child who was about my age took me to steal the cocoa biscuits made by the queen. My father never let me eat these, saying that it would easily cause tooth decay and would make me ugly and annoying."
Arwen was indifferent when he heard this, but he had quietly dug out the memory of his young body and browsed through it quickly.
It seems that this is really the case, and in the end, the kitchen was accidentally set on fire.
Zerika sighed quietly, "I am not disgusted with the family's arrangement. After all, my father gave birth to me and raised me, but I hate war. I like to read quietly, pray and eat good food."
"Especially on this trip, most of the things I want to say and do are against my will, but I have to do it because of my identity."
Zerika looked at Arwen with some expectation, "I'm done telling my story, Mr. Wizard's Robe, what about you, you look very young."
Arwen stood up.
"Sorry, the stories about witchers are always the same. There's nothing interesting to say."
Immediately walked towards the outside of the house.
"Your people are downstairs, just shout."
"Wait," Zerika said anxiously, "Witcher, can I hire you? Escort me back to Targo."
Arwen heard this, suddenly stopped, and slowly turned back----