The next few days were very peaceful.
Arwen was arranged by Marquis Preston to rest in a manor.
"Witcher, look at how I swing this sword."
A little boy with short flaxen hair, wearing white brocade clothes and a brown belt hanging around his waist, looks like an adult.
His facial features are childish and his dimples are slightly pockmarked with white.
He held a wooden knight's sword in his hand, raised it high above his head, made a light sound in his mouth, and slashed it down hard.
Arwen is sitting on a wooden chair in the yard.
The boy's name is Ryan, he is about seven or eight years old, and he is the youngest son of Marquis Preston.
Not long after he moved into the manor, the child came here the next day.
He was asking about the witcher.
Looking at the innocent guy in front of him, Arwen spoke in a lazy tone.
"Just so-so."
Ryan pouted, his eyes were smart and cunning, he stopped the wooden sword in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Can you give me some advice? I heard the bard say that every witcher is a master of swordsmanship."
Arwen glanced at him and said, "Remember to hold your abdomen in when you swing the sword. Your body is too stiff."
Ryan After hearing this, he thought thoughtfully, holding the wooden sword in his hand, and tried again.
Sure enough, he felt that his breath became much lighter when he swung the sword.
He showed a bright smile, walked next to Arwen, and placed his hands on the armrests of the wooden chair.
"It's true, I feel a lot better with that sword strike. You are so awesome."
"Can you tell me your story? The bard said that witchers specialize in dealing with monsters. There is a school in Kingdom of Kaedwen----um----what is it called----"
Ryan frowned and couldn't remember for a while.
"School of the Wolf."
"Yes, it's School of the Wolf. Thank you for reminding me. The demon hunters there are very powerful.
Huh? Don't witchers always carry two swords on their backs? Why haven't I seen them these days?"
Arwen said, "The demon hunter's sword is a personal item and cannot be freely viewed by others."
"Okay."
Ryan A little disappointed.
In his heart, he always wanted to be a ranger walking around the world, just like a demon hunter.
But this was destined to miss him. Marquis Preston came late to have a son. If he hadn't died young, he was destined to become Margraviate of Talgar's heir.
"Ryan, it's getting late, you should go back."
Arwen Road.
Ryan glanced at the sky and said, "Oops, you're right, I have a knight class later, I hope I'm not late."
He ran halfway towards the courtyard gate and turned his head again, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Then----can I ask you for sword skills next time?"
Arwen didn't answer in a hurry, looking at the door.
A few people walked quickly over there, and the metal armor made a clanging sound as it rubbed against each other.
The leader had long blond hair, tied in a ponytail and combed behind his head, and his eyes were sharp.
"Ryan, it's knight class time now, why are you here?"
Ryan's body trembled, and he turned around quickly and stood up, "Teacher Kieran, I'm here to ask the demon hunter for advice on swordsmanship----"
"Don't explain," Kieran's eyes were extremely gloomy, staring at Arwen's position.
As the knight teacher of Ryan, he is also responsible for swordsmanship lessons.
And now Ryan is asking others for swordsmanship in front of him.
It's just a slap in the face.
"You should always remember your identity. You should not meet this kind of person."
The words were full of sarcasm.
The last time he lost to the opponent, it was because the opponent made a sneak attack and he was careless and didn't dodge.
If he were to pull out his knight's sword and confront him head-on, he would definitely let the opponent know why he was called the Quick Sword.
Yes, it's time to get back on track.
Now, Master Ryan is right in front of us, which is the best opportunity.
Yes, that's it.
Kieran put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, thinking together, and slowly tightened the metal finger guard.
"Hum!"
The knight's sword was unsheathed, drawing a silvery cold light.
"Demon hunter, I am Kieran Samos, and I take the Silver Hand as my honor. Do you dare to accept my knight's duel?"
Ryan immediately opened his eyes when he heard this.
"Okay! Knight Duel!"
Kieran had a sneer on his lips.
If the other party dares to challenge, he will be humiliated.
Don't dare?
Then he also proved in front of Master Ryan that demon hunters are useless.
I will never come here to ask for advice again.
Becoming the knight teacher of the future prince of the kingdom will be a very powerful political resource in the future.
"Ha, demon hunter? That Monstrum who got into the sewer? When did Targo come?"
"Who will pay attention to this? However, I can see the knight commander's sharp sword again. When I suppressed the bandits last time, I only saw a silver light and couldn't see anything clearly. Then Hart was beheaded."
"Hart? He is actually dead? The leader of the raiders who gave City-State of Lakviris such a headache?"
"Yes, that's him, he was killed by Kieran!"
The knight's retinues who followed were talking in low voices.
Kieran remained calm, but the joy in his eyes was self-evident.
"Are you scared, you dare to sneak attack?"
Ryan Seeing the tense atmosphere, he felt vaguely that something was wrong.
Turning around, "Mr. Demon Hunter, you can refuse."
Arwen's posture was still lazy, and he slowly stood up.
It's good to rest for a few days and stretch your muscles.
I strolled over to Ryan.
"Lend me your sword and use it."
Without waiting for the other party to respond, Arwen snatched the wooden sword from his hand.
Arwen weighed it up and provoked the opponent with the tip of his sword.
Kieran's eyes were stunned for a moment, then his face became angry and his facial features were ferocious.
He used a wooden sword to duel with him, but the other party didn't notice him at all.
"Seeking death!"
He rushed out with an arrow and swung his sword extremely fast. The blade cut the air and made a rapid buzzing sound.
This sword is quite fast, reaching the limit of human quality.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it is almost impossible to dodge.
Arwen Take the right foot as the center of the circle and dodge sideways.
Kieran had a look of astonishment in his eyes, but his reaction was also extremely quick.
With a twist of the wrist, the diagonal chop turned into a sweeping sweep.
This move pointed directly at Arwen's vital point, and rushed away to kill him.
"Go to hell!"
Kieran roared at the top of his lungs.
If you can dodge the diagonal slash, it depends on how you dodge this sword!
Arwen moves his steps and makes a quick turn.
Kieran's sword edge passed by him again.
Without waiting for the latter to react, Arwen thrust out his sword.
Kieran panicked and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
Arwen quickly lowered his body, the sword sank, and turned into an upward move.
School of the Cat The demon hunter's sword skills stabbed Kieran's throat with precision.
"Tsk!"
The dull wooden sword blade hit his throat bone hard.
"Wow!"
Kieran's vision went dark. Under the force of this force, he felt that his neck was about to be broken, and blood poured out of his mouth.
All the strength in his body was gone, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
Arwen pulled out the wooden sword, and the blade of the wooden sword was still stained with blood.
This sword only has a little strength, but it will definitely make it impossible for the opponent to even take a deep breath for the rest of his life.
It's completely ruined.
After all, it would be too cruel to blow someone's head off in front of children.
"Ride----Knight Commander----"
The two knights who followed Kieran were horrified when they saw this scene.
Because the demon hunter's speed was so fast, they didn't react at all.
In the blink of an eye, Kieran was kneeling on the spot.
They rushed forward quickly and helped the latter up.
There was a "clang" sound.
The knight's sword fell to the ground.
The knight's retinue suddenly discovered that Kieran's eyes were blank and he had fainted.
"You----"
One of the knight's servants wanted to hold him accountable, but when he saw Arwen wiping the blood stains on the wooden sword, he swallowed his words.
Just holding a wooden sword, he defeated the knight captain in full armor. Although he didn't wear a helmet, the difference between them was unimaginable to ordinary people.
What's more, if a knight initiates a duel, casualties are inevitable.
Ryan on the side was also stunned.
It wasn't until Arwen handed the wooden sword back to him that he finally came back to his senses, his eyes shining brightly.
"Okay----so awesome----"
At this moment, on the tower not far away, the duel here was watched by several pairs of eyes.
"Marquis, do you see the origin of this witcher?"
Istredd put his hands behind his back and his eyes were gloomy.
Preston stood beside him, "Judging from the duel process, this demon hunter's swordsmanship is extremely fast, and one move is fatal, just like School of the Cat's demon hunter."
Judging from the results, it is no small matter, he is a master-level figure."
Istredd took a deep breath. In the past, I should have been happy to have such a master join the team, but now I only have deep fear in my heart.
He rubbed his palms and asked, "How many gaps are there in our weapons?"
Preston replied, "Exactly two thousand."
Hearing this number, Istredd couldn't help but slap the railing with both hands.
According to the plan, Ivar will bring back these weapons from Mount Mahakam.
But now it needs to be purchased again.
At the same time, Ivar also took away a large amount of wealth, and the losses were heavy.
Two thousand weapons, calculated at 150 crowns each, is 300,000 crowns.
This price, let alone a castle, might be enough to open up a free city-state.
Even if it were reduced to one-third, it would still be one hundred thousand crowns. How could this prevent him from feeling pain?
"Your Highness, with all due respect, there is absolutely no need for us to pay this demon hunter gold coins."
The speaker was a tall and thin man, wearing a black velvet dress, with a feminine face under his brown rags.
"Huh?" Istredd raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was waiting for the other party to speak, "Wise Osjiang, is there anything you can do?"
Austin said, "He is indeed very skilled in swordsmanship, but there is only one person."
"Your Highness, the demon hunter has mastered Signs. It is not easy to deal with him."
Preston has a deep voice.
Austin whispered, "Marquis, please don't worry. I also know something about Signs, which is a simplified version of the warlock's magic. But please don't forget that this is the foot of the Dragon Mountains.
Dimeritium, we have plenty."
Preston frowned, "I still feel it's inappropriate. Since you have promised the other party, you should do it. To violate the agreement is against the rule of the monarch."
Austin snorted coldly, "Then do you have a better way? Three hundred thousand kronor, this is already a sky-high price. Even if we take Kovir back, we won't be able to raise the money in a short time."
You want to know where there is no need to take care of the country after it is restored?
These three hundred thousand crowns must be used where they should be used!"
Istredd folded his hands and rubbed the ruby ring on his right hand with his left thumb.
Preston was about to retort, but was interrupted by Istredd.
"Tell me your plan."
Austin glanced at Preston with a proud tone.
"Follow the tide."
"Your Highness, we can give him a vital task, which is to assassinate that damn traitor."
"Didn't he say it with certainty that he hates Edi? We can make a fuss about this sentence.
It is true that we cannot afford 300,000 crowns now, but we can hand over some money as a deposit first.
Want the rest of the payment? You have to wait until His Highness takes back the throne.
We can even take the opportunity to hire him and pretend to promise benefits to him.
As far as I know, as long as there are enough gold coins, a witcher can do anything.
If he doesn't want to, it means he has other intentions.
If he accepts it, as long as he enters the palace, whether he kills Edi or not, then——"
Istredd's eyes lit up and he softly uttered a word.
"The Regicide."
As long as he has this on his back, he will have countless reasons to take down this demon hunter.
Moreover, he was able to make a name for himself and successfully took over Kovir.
What's more, he himself is the prince of Thyssen family, and everything belongs to him.
"What a perfect excuse."
Istredd's frown relaxed, he patted the railing with both hands again, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Preston listened to the conversation between the two with solemn expressions.
He has no discrimination against witchers.
When he was young, Preston met the demon hunter School of the Griffin and admired his code of conduct. Over the years, he has also followed the concept of knighthood.
There were just too many things that he couldn't do anything about.
Also, the other party just pointed out his youngest son and escorted Zerika back to Targo.
"Marquis, what do you think of this plan?"
Preston did not hesitate, "Your Highness, I still maintain my previous remarks and do not agree. Regarding the issue of money, you can make a contract and compensate slowly, or in the form of territory.
Moreover, from my perspective, this person is very dangerous and difficult.
Even with Dimeritium, I'm afraid I can't solve the opponent.
Once the other party is allowed to escape, the consequences will be disastrous."
After Austin heard this, he sneered, "Troublesome? From my perspective, you are too kind, Marquis, and you still care about his kindness in sending Miss Zerika back, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Istredd's pupils froze.
Zerika.
She has long been regarded by him as his woman and future queen.
Although there haven't been many changes since the other party came back, the thoughtful Istredd still found that Zerika would pay attention to the witcher's movements from time to time.
This move made him very angry, but he couldn't expose it.
Even though he asked the servants in the car and confirmed that Zerika was not alone with the demon hunter along the way, it was still like a thorn in his heart.
"No need to discuss it any more."
Istredd said, "All plans will be carried out according to Austin's instructions."
"As for how to deal with the witcher, you don't have to worry. I have already invited a wizard, a wizard who is definitely powerful enough."
Austin Hearing this, he bowed and saluted, "This is great. His Highness has the pearl of wisdom in his hands, and with the help of the wizard, Austin congratulates His Highness in advance on being crowned the throne."
"Haha."
Istredd felt very comfortable when he heard this.
Preston complained, but still performed the knighthood.
The three of them walked through the spiral staircase of the tower towards the ground, and the sound of three footsteps echoed.
But little did they know that just above their heads, the orange-red rubble was illuminated by the sun.
A Raven lowered its head and pecked at the insect in the crack of the bricks, flapped its wings, and flew away into the distance.