Dusk falls.
There is a single-family house deep in the manor, and the rooms are quite luxuriously furnished.
One wall is covered with weapons, including bucklers, crossed halberds, and knight's swords.
The other side is occupied by a huge fireplace, above which hangs a row of portraits, and the wall opposite the door is filled with hunting souvenirs.
This manor was carefully decorated by Marquis Preston to entertain distinguished guests.
Very comfortable to live in.
Arwen is sitting on the goose down sofa with a lazy posture.
The wooden hollow window door was half open, and the cold wind from the far north blew in slowly.
Raven stamped his feet and stood on the window edge.
The firelight of the fireplace reflected its shiny black wings.
The conversation between Istredd and the three people on the tower was completely listened to by Raven.
Arwen feels calm in his heart.
Seeing his brother in this body for the first time, Arwen felt a little eager. In addition, the other party was really generous. If the other party was really in trouble, he wouldn't mind helping him.
But unfortunately, it backfired.
But that's okay, since I'm not interested in Istredd anyway, so I don't have any psychological burden when I start.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk----"
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was carefully pushed open.
She is the maid of the manor.
The maid looks to be in her twenties, has a delicate appearance and dignified manner.
She was holding a wooden basket in her hand, which contained apples and other fruits.
"Sir, Master Ryan, in order to thank you for your guidance on swordsmanship today, specially sent you the night fruit. Please accept it and taste it."
Arwen groaned and tapped his fingers on the table, indicating to the other party to put things on the table.
The maid lowered her head and quickly stepped forward. After putting the things away, she stepped back and left the room, closing the door gently.
Arwen glanced at the fruit basket, moved his fingers, and the delicate chaotic magic was pulled, and a piece of paper emerged from the bottom of the fruit basket and spread out in sight.
The handwriting on the note was vigorous and contained only a short sentence.
"Witcher, get out of here."
Without even thinking, I guessed the person who inserted the note.
Marquis Preston.
According to the conversation on the tower, Marquis Preston does not agree with Istredd's plan, but due to his identity, he cannot stop it.
So after thinking about it, if a demon hunter wants to leave, who can stop him?
Wizard?
Arwen tapped his fingers on the table, and Istredd found a helper, which made him feel a little more interested.
He blew out a breath from his mouth, and the edge of the paper began to burn black. A red light flashed and turned into a flame, which dissipated in the wind.
Time passes, harvest festival.
Ron Essette, the capital of Kingdom of Kovir.
Under the new moon, there is no cloud in the sky.
The cool moonlight shines on the castle. Looking from a distance, the lights in the royal city are charming and beautiful.
On this continent, the most commonly used ones are the Elf Growth Ring and its eight-node symbol.
Each node also represents a festival.
The Spring Festival, the Harvest Festival, the May Festival, the Festival of the Past, as well as the summer solstice, winter solstice, spring equinox, and autumnal equinox.
The Harvest Festival also symbolizes the beginning of August every year.
On the hillside to the north of Long Essette, dense birch branches twisted in the shadow of the moonlight.
Countless figures emerged from it.
Istredd was wearing armor and looking at the castle in the distance with fiery eyes.
Beside him, Marquis Preston rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to go.
Istredd spit out white hot breath.
In August, the nighttime temperature in this far north has dropped sharply.
He turned his head and looked at the man in black robe beside him.
"Witcher, what do you think of the proposal I just made?"
"Sneak into the palace and assassinate the traitor Edi. Not only can you avenge your friends, but you can also get the reward of the new king."
"As long as you succeed, I can give you wealth, status and power, um----a Earl territory, how about it?"
Arwen looked into the distance, the memories hidden in the depths kept stirring.
"Earl, you are so generous."
Istredd clapped his hands, "You are worth all this."
Under crisp applause, five slender figures walked out from behind.
They were all wearing night clothes and had masks on their faces.
"These are my dead men. They are absolutely reliable. They know how to enter the palace and where Edi is. With them leading you in, the mission will be very simple with your skills."
Arwen glanced out of the corner of his eye, thinking quite carefully.
Marquis Preston coughed dryly, "Your Highness, demon hunters are impeccable experts in stealth tracking. If our people keep up, they may become a burden."
The hidden meaning of Marquis Preston is still to create opportunities for Arwen to leave here.
However, Arwen understood this good intention.
Istredd frowned, naturally hearing the hidden meaning of these words, and feeling faintly dissatisfied with Preston.
But the war was coming, and he couldn't stop him.
We can only wait until the matter is over and then come back to deal with it.
"People die for money, and birds die for food. It just so happens that I regard money as my life, so leave it to me to assassinate Edi."
Istredd showed joy on his face.
"Witcher, congratulations on making the right choice. With your joining, we will win."
"It's just that the way to enter the royal city is a bit cumbersome and requires going through the sewers. I think this shouldn't be difficult for a demon hunter.
Arwen chuckled softly and walked towards the royal city.
The five dead soldiers wearing night clothes followed closely behind.
Soon, Arwen arrived at the foot of the royal city.
The city walls are tall and majestic, and many of the battlements still have traces of flames.
According to legend, this is what was left after resisting the dragon flames.
Because tonight is the harvest festival, the curfew in the royal city has been cancelled. Even at night, there are still people coming and going at the city gate.
A huge bonfire was lit, and there was the mellow smell of barbecue, and there was singing and dancing.
There is a joyful atmosphere of harvest everywhere.
"Witcher, our road is over that way,"
One of the dead soldiers had a cold voice.
Arwen remained motionless as he returned to his homeland, feeling an emptiness in his heart.
This body returned to its hometown----
The dead soldier beside him had no patience at all.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
Arwen turned sideways, his tone full of disgust.
"No, that's your way."
When the dead man heard this, his eyes became angry.
But at this moment, when he saw clearly the face under the hood, he was really frightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Like, so similar.
He is simply carved from the same mold as His Highness Istredd.
"You!"
Arwen raised a finger and made a silent gesture.
The unknown dead man suddenly felt as if something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't breathe.
His face turned from blue to purple, his eyes rolled, and the whites of his eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes.
Blood began to squeeze out from his facial features, and he died immediately.
With a wave of his hand, he took the body away.
Arwen The sound also disappears.
The palace hall is magnificent.
The ceiling of the main hall is very high, with intricate and detailed vault decorations.
The most common ones are those naked figures.
There are no candles lit on the snow-white walls, but rows of candlesticks standing upright. The tabletops are all engraved with magic, simulating the shadow of candlelight, but it is much brighter than real candles.
The surrounding hall walls are decorated with various blankets and portraits.
Especially those wreaths made of wheat grains represent today's festival.
Yes, the royal aristocracy also enjoys the joy of the festival, but it is much more prosperous than ordinary people.
The long horseshoe-shaped table is covered with food.
Nobles came and went, but rarely came into contact with each other. They basically gathered together, drank and drank together to maintain dignity and communication.
An old man wearing a black bear suit sat on the main seat with a golden crown on his head, but the dense wrinkles on his face showed that he was no longer young.
The scantily clad maid squeezed the white hair on her chest without hesitation, leaned over, picked up a piece of venison, and placed it in front of the old man.
King Idi looked a little tired looking at everything noisy in front of him.
"Your Majesty."
A deep voice came from beside me.
He still maintained his original posture, not angry or intimidating.
"Ah, Damian, you are back."
Damian is wearing a black and red velvet dress with noble temperament.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"How are things going?"
Edi raised his hand and asked the maid to step away. He picked up the venison on the plate with the knife and put it into his mouth.
"According to the intelligence response, Zerika of Margraviate of Talgar appeared in the territory of Temeria four months ago. Their purpose should be to seek help from Mount Mahakam to make weapons."
"I have known these things for a long time. These rebellious officials and traitors should have been killed from the beginning."
Damian said with a smile on his face, "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry too much. My men have found the body of Ivar. He was that person's right-hand man. He died right under Mount Mahakam."
I asked the intelligence agency to investigate through this clue, and the results were very gratifying. Due to Ivar's greed, their mission failed and they were attacked by monsters, causing heavy casualties."
Edi swallowed the venison, "Where is Zerika?"
Damian hesitated for a moment, "She----she disappeared."
"?"
Edi paused with the cutlery in his hand and turned his head sharply. Those vicissitudes of his eyes were like those of a tiger that chooses people to devour, making people tremble with fear.
Damian felt this sharp breath, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
He quickly explained, "Your Majesty, I hired pirates from Skellige to intercept and kill Zerika. Everything went very smoothly. The secret agent saw Zerika getting into Blueback Sturgeon with his own eyes.
Skellige pirates received the news and successfully boarded the merchant ship.
But when the merchant ship sailed to the center of the Pontar River, it suddenly sank for unknown reasons.
Temeria's navy conducted a rescue operation and rescued most of the merchants and passengers.
Our intelligence officers found an escaped Skellige person and got some information from his mouth.
Zerika is missing and may have sunk to the bottom of the sea.
There seems to be a demon hunter in the merchant ship, and the shipwreck should be related to him."
Edi looked sinister and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"Damian, you really disappoint me."
Damian felt like sitting on pins and needles when he heard this.
"Find, find this witcher for me."
"Then, kill him."
Damian rolled his Adam's apple, and the tight facial muscles relaxed a lot.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Edi glanced at the nobles present. The place seemed harmonious, but in fact it was divided into many groups.
Needless to say, the prince's faction has long been waiting for him to abdicate.
There are also those marquises on the border and Poviss's envoys.
Everyone has their own evil intentions and wants to imitate what happened back then.
There is no way, whoever told him to take the throne was unfair and was a usurper.
Then kill, kill everyone who does not surrender.
Margraviate of Talgar who defies his will, kill!
The fish that slipped through the net back then Istredd, kill!
And the current demon hunter, kill!
As long as he kills enough, he will always be the only king of Kovir.
He couldn't suppress the crazy look in his eyes, as if he was back in time.
Fire burned the palace, the queen died in battle with her troops, and the king fled like a mouse.
The noble maid turned into a prostitute and did not stop for ten days.
The scene of lewdness and indulgence was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, a tall figure broke into his sight.
The man was wearing a black wizard's robe with no complicated patterns, but the fabric looked unusual.
The palace steward also noticed the sudden appearance of the mysterious black-robed man. He stepped forward quickly and was about to speak, but could not say a word.
"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies."
A low voice came from the man's mouth, but it reached everyone's ears accurately.
For a moment, everyone looked at it, some were surprised and some were confused.
"Who are you? This is the palace, and no one who has not received an invitation is allowed to enter."
The palace knight asked loudly.
Arwen spread his hands, "I am a demon hunter."
"Witcher?"
The speaker was dignified and handsome, with a cold light always shining in his eyes.
That's right, the eyes are glowing.
"Silencing Spell, do you demon hunters still learn this little trick? How rare is it?"
"However, with your talents, you can be considered unique if you put them to use."
He put down the glass goblet in his hand, and the red liquid swayed from it.
Arwen looked at him.
His tone was arrogant, "Zavist, Kovir court wizard."
As soon as this statement came out, many people whispered.
"It turned out to be Zavist. I have heard of him. He is a very young and talented wizard with a great reputation in the wizarding world. I didn't expect that he would actually come here and be favored by King Idi."
"Oh, my great king, Zavist has surrendered to the throne of Kovir. It is such an honor for us."
Words of praise came out one after another.
Zavist smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Come here, blast this Monstrum out quickly."
Damian beside King Idi said loudly.
As the words fell, the sound of armor scraping together and the sound of iron boots hitting the ground followed.
King Idi squinted his eyes and slowly raised his right hand.
"Wait a minute," his tone was full of majesty and his eyes were stern, "Witcher, tell me your reason for coming."
When I saw this person, for some reason, I always had a palpitating feeling in my left chest. It felt like a wild dog was trying to pull the heart out of my body.
Since you want to kill the witcher, why not start with the one in front of you!
Arwen snapped his fingers, the sound was extremely clear.
"Why am I here?"
"Edi, didn't you just want to find me?"
"As you can see, I'm here to see you off."