Margraviate of Talgar.
Passing through a dense residential area, people were coming and going on the streets, but there were few hawkers.
A castle made of black basalt appeared in sight.
There are no complicated patterns on the surface of the city wall, only guards patrolling on time, and crossbow arrows are placed on the towering battlements. The sharp arrows emit a cold light in the sun, which is intimidating.
Unlike Ellander, this is a military city-state.
Under the guidance of Zerika, Arwen and his party entered the castle very smoothly.
"Butler, where is my father?"
Margraviate of Talgar's chief butler is a middle-aged man with a tall and straight figure and a polite smile on his lips.
"Miss, the Marquis is discussing important matters in the meeting hall."
"With whom?"
The butler didn't say anything, just looked at me.
Zerika understood what he meant and said, "Take me there, I have a customer I want to introduce to them."
"Yes."
Passing through several courtyards, and then turning into a secret passage, burning torches illuminated everyone's shadows.
Go up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the castle.
A mahogany gate with relief carvings appears in front of you.
A shield engraved with the Targo coat of arms hangs on the door eaves, and paired with the red carpet on the ground, it looks solemn and solemn.
"Stop."
Guarding the door was a sword-wielding knight who looked very young, wearing bright red armor, with a straight posture and majestic air.
Arwen glanced at his chest and saw the familiar silver hand emblem.
It's Thyssen family's person.
In other words, Istredd is in this conference hall.
Zerika Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Kieran Knight Commander, I have something important to see my father, please inform me."
Kieran smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Of course there is no problem. Who can stop this beautiful young lady from meeting her Marquis father?"
"But please forgive me for asking, who is the person next to you? You know how important the people in the council chamber are."
"No outsider can approach here easily."
"State your identity, stranger. This is just a routine matter for me. Please forgive me."
Arwen raised his eyes, revealing the black cat eyes under the hood.
"The Witcher."
Kieran squinted his eyes and touched the hilt of the sword at his left waist with his right hand, and the smile on his face disappeared.
"Tsk, tsk, it's so rare that a demon hunter actually came here."
"If you want to come here to ask for work, you've come to the wrong place."
"You should go to the tavern or the mission notice board. You might be able to find some work for a few crowns."
"Kieran! Please speak with some respect. This demon hunter is my friend and is kind to me."
Kieran did not give in at all, "No, Miss Zerika, you are a noble princess, how could you have an affair with a demon hunter like Monstrum? You were deceived by him."
"Such a sacred place should not allow mutants——"
Before he finished speaking, Kieran Knight Commander felt his eyes blurred and his throat suffered a heavy blow. His whole body hit the wooden door, and his armor made a clanging sound due to the impact.
"Woo----"
A sob escaped his throat, his pupils bulged, and he didn't see how the demon hunter took action.
Zerika was also shocked by this sudden move.
Kieran, Istredd is a famous knight with extremely fast sword speed. He has won the respect of many swordsmen in Targo and has earned the title of fast sword.
Even so, he was still subdued by Arwen with one move.
Arwen is holding his throat, and with just a little force, it can burst his throat.
Cat eyes looked down at him.
"If you can't speak, I don't mind stuffing your mouth into your asshole."
"Dengdengdeng----"
There were rapid footsteps in the meeting hall.
Soon, the redwood door was opened.
"What happened!"
A powerful voice sounded.
The first person to walk out was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and short flaxen hair.
Even in the meeting hall, he was wearing an extremely elegant breastplate, a knight's sword on his waist, and his eyes were sharp.
"Father!"
When Zerika saw this man, he ran up to him and threw himself into his arms.
Marquis Preston felt the tenderness in his arms, and a slight smile appeared on his always stern face.
"Zerika, my daughter, God bless you, you are back safely."
At the same time, a young man slowly walked out of the door.
He was wearing a black and white velvet robe, and his black curly hair was meticulously combed.
His facial features are handsome and deep, his eyes are piercing and his nose is high, exuding the aura of a noble man.
Arwen recognized him at first sight when he saw him.
Istredd·Thyssen.
Istredd is also looking at Arwen at this moment, but the other person is wearing a hood and cannot see his face clearly.
All he could see was that his right hand was squeezing Kieran's throat, making him frown and feel displeased.
After all, the person he holds in his hands is his.
But he controlled his emotions very well, and there was no trace of anger in his tone, which made people feel like spring breeze.
"Sir, please hold your hand high and let go of my knight.
If he offended you in any way, I apologize to you on his behalf."
Having said this, he put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed a standard and elegant noble etiquette.
I have to say that the other party is indeed able to keep his composure.
Arwen let go of his hand, Kieran fell to the ground, his blurry vision began to condense due to lack of oxygen.
He stared at Arwen fiercely, a ferocious look flashed in his eyes.
For a knight to be so embarrassed in front of his loyal monarch, and for the monarch to apologize, is simply a shame and humiliation.
"Ahem----Sir, he is a demon hunter----he is--
"Shut up!" Istredd shouted hurriedly, "Shut your stinky mouth and reflect on yourself. If it weren't for the other party's subordinates,
Have mercy, you are already dead."
Kieran Knight gritted his teeth and swallowed back the insulting words.
When Marquis Preston saw this situation, he couldn't help but look at Arwen a few more times.
There are not many people who can handle the fast sword Kieran.
"Zerika, who is this?"
Zerika's eyes were red and his tone sounded aggrieved.
"He, he is my friend. Without him, I may never come back to you."
Istredd Hearing this, an intriguing look flashed in his eyes.
Especially when hearing the word witcher.
In Kovir, being a demon hunter is not a good profession.
Back then, School of the Griffin upheld the concept of knighthood and hunted monsters around Kovir without receiving any reward.
This behavior seemed very great in the eyes of the people, but not necessarily in the eyes of the lords.
These self-righteous demon hunters actually want to remain neutral and refuse to be loyal to any force.
This matter gave many lords a headache.
When there is a dispute among the people, instead of going to the judge or the lord, they go to the demon hunter of School of the Griffin?
How to maintain the majesty of the lord?
Seeing that the people's calls for demon hunters are getting louder and louder, when the wizards sneak attacked School of the Griffin, these lords turned a blind eye and acquiesced to this operation.
Later, a book called "Monstrum, or Description of a Demon Hunter" came from Kaedwen.
The lords followed suit, saying that the monsters were caused by demon hunters, and the resistance among the people soon dissipated.
Istredd coughed dryly and said politely, "Since you are Zerika's friend, please come and talk to me in the house."
There is a long black wooden table in the meeting hall. There are many parchments on the table. There is also a map of Kovir and Poviss, which is extremely detailed. However, this map is worth tens of thousands of dollars in this era.
There were many people sitting on both sides of the long table. Arwen glanced around and had an impression of many old people. They were the ministers who followed Baldwin·Thyssen.
There are also some young people who probably joined later.
Everyone's eyes are focused on Arwen.
The atmosphere seemed extremely depressing, and some of the people who reacted a little faster had already quietly rolled up the parchment.
Arwen walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
Suddenly, many people had angry looks in their eyes.
That's the seat of Istredd.
Istredd did not get angry, but signaled Marquis Preston with his eyes.
The latter quickly asked Zerika: "What happened? How about my arrangements for you?"
Where is Ivar? Why didn't I see him?"
Zerika's eyes were red, and he told in a low voice how he went to Ellander, how he was attacked by Skellige pirates, and what Ivar did on Mount Mahakam.
According to the agreement, Zerika did not talk too much about the demon hunter, but only talked about solving the pirates and monsters Skellige.
Upon hearing this, many people in the meeting hall looked gloomy, and some of them had bad tempers, and they had already smashed their fists on the wooden table.
Mahakam The weapons forged by the dwarves are vital to them.
In the quiet environment, many people were already whispering.
"Ivar, hum! I have long disliked him. His father is a businessman. How come he didn't even give up his damn businessman style when he gave birth to a son?"
"The mouse's son can dig holes. Ha, what's the problem?"
Istredd's chest was heaving, and he was obviously emotionally unstable, but his face was suppressing anger.
He walked towards Arwen's position, squinting his eyes and smiling warmly.
"I already understand what happened. Although something unpleasant happened before, no matter what, you brought my fiancée back safely. I have always been generous.
Demon hunter, what reward do you want? As long as it is within my ability, I can satisfy you."
Arwen leaned back and found a comfortable position.
"Reward?"
"No, that's not what I came here for."
"I know what you are lacking, weapons, I have them."
As soon as this statement came out, there were many mocking voices in the hall.
"Ha, Demon Hunter, do you know where this place is? This is the meeting hall of Margraviate of Talgar. You must be responsible when you speak here."
"Weapons? What weapons do you have? I have just sent people to check your convoy. In addition to some dry food and raw materials in the car,
Apart from daily necessities, there is nothing!
Oh, and there is a dwarf, damn, even the dwarfs don't stay in the south now, they come to us!"
Istredd still kept smiling, "I think you should know what you are talking about?"
"It's clear."
Arwen looked directly at him with sharp cat eyes, raised his right hand, and pointed at him with his index finger.
"You, Istredd·Thyssen, want to take back Kovir's throne, don't you?"
Istredd heard the other party call out his name, and his expression suddenly changed, becoming cold and sinister.
Until the country is restored, his current name is taboo and cannot be mentioned anywhere, including here.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall became tense.
Arwen looked at the other party's ugly expression and sneered.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Are you making a deal? Naturally, you need to know some information about the other party."
Arwen sat up with his back straight, brushing his right hand across the table, and the space ring on his fingertips flashed with silver light.
"Space ring!?"
Many people present recognized this magic item, with surprise in their eyes.
At the same time, there are also many people with greedy eyes.
A knight's sword clattered onto the table.
Arwen turned his hand over and made a please gesture.
Istredd lowered his gaze and looked at the knight's sword on the table. The sword's blade shone coldly under the firelight of the fireplace.
He quickly grasped the hilt of the sword. The bandage on the hilt fit the human hand, making it very comfortable to hold.
His fingers brushed the blade of the sword, and the cold sword energy made him shudder.
"Okay, okay, okay, Marquis Preston, come and take a look."
Zerika's father came quickly and took the knight's sword from Istredd's hand.
With just a slight flick of the sword, Zerika's father's voice contained suppressed excitement.
"It's a good sword."
Everyone present was also shocked. Many of them were martial artists. Whether their weapons were good or bad could be seen at a glance.
Istredd's eyes returned to Arwen. The gloom just now was gone, and even his tone became much more eager.
"What should I call a witcher?"
"Wizard's Robe."
"Mr. Wizard's Robe," he took a deep breath, "How many other weapons like this do you have? I will pay a high price to accept them all."
"Not much," Arwen raised two fingers.
"Twenty?"
"Two hundred?"
"Two----Two thousand!?"
Istredd's tone became a little trembling.
Arwen nodded, "Yes, that's probably the number."
Istredd couldn't help but exhale, not hiding his joy.
"Mr. Wizard's Robe, this is the best news I have heard recently. Thank you very much for coming."
"However, I still have a question. Witchers have always remained neutral. Why do you want to help me?"
Arwen shook his finger, "You are wrong, this is a transaction, not help.
As for the reason? My friend hates Edi, is this reason enough?"
Istredd was stunned for half a second, and then laughed loudly.
"Haha, of course, there is no more perfect reason than this!"
"Mr. Wizard's Robe, as long as the weapons you take out are the same as the ones you have now, I will give you one hundred and fifty crowns for each one."
"Sir, this price----is it subject to discussion?"
The man with a big belly suddenly stood up. Apparently the Minister of Finance Arwen was also slightly surprised by Istredd's arrogance.
One hundred and fifty kronor, this price is quite high, three times what Arwen expected.
This Istredd is really generous.
But----
Arwen An imperceptible coldness flashed across his eyes.
Istredd stretched out his hand and said in an impatient tone, "How about this price?"
Arwen reach out and hold it.
"Then wish us good luck with our transaction?"
Istredd squinted, not revealing any flaws in his figure, "Of course, Marquis Preston, I may have to borrow your castle hall tonight. I want to celebrate this moment, haha----"