White River Domain Castle guest room.
Arwen put the luggage on the table, pulled out the silver sword, triggered [Blade Perception], and checked it carefully.
"Silver sword, steel sword, silver chain..." Opening the wooden box mechanism, "Well... the potion is no problem either."
Suddenly, his ears heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
"Click!"
The wooden door of the guest room was opened, and a man wearing black and white clothes walked in. He held a wooden dinner plate in his palm, and a tempting fragrance wafted from the room.
Behind him, there was a guard wearing leather armor, holding a box in his hand.
He is the butler of the Baron of White River.
The butler said with a straight face and a serious smile, "Mr. Witcher, today's dinner is croutons and vegetable beef soup."
He placed the dinner plate on the table and said, "In accordance with the Baron's instructions, the fat and aconite grass you need will also be sent."
Arwen said, "What kind of grease is it?"
The housekeeper coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, there's only dog oil."
Arwen No more words.
Making sword oil is the same as refining magic potion. If you want higher quality, in addition to alchemical materials, the quality of the basic solvent is also crucial.
Just like bear oil and dog oil, just hearing the name has already made a difference.
The housekeeper ordered the guard to put the box in the corner and quietly exited the room.
Arwen ate the food in a few mouthfuls and took out the grinder and other props from his luggage.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The aroma of herbs fills the room.
Arwen took off his gloves and found a small wooden box on the table. In the box was a small piece of warm square ointment.
[Herbal Alchemy experience +1!]
[Herbal Alchemy Lv.2:689/1000]
[Alchemy Perception], the clear scent exudes from the ointment, which has a purifying effect.
Cursed Creature Sword Oil has been produced.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
A woman wearing maid clothes walked in.
She folded her hands above her belly and spoke in a respectful tone.
"Sir Raven, Baroness Kramer please."
Baroness?
Arwen raised his head and looked sideways, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
When the maid saw Arwen's vertical pupils and face, she was so frightened that she screamed and took a few steps back.
Arwen frowned slightly, pinched Signs with his palm, and a weak spiritual power came out of the cat's eye, forcibly calming the other party's emotions.
[Axii Sign].
"What does the Baroness want from me?"
"Sir... my lord... I... I don't know... I'm just a maid... working for the lord..."
Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Arwen glanced out the window.
The dim sky will get dark soon, and it will soon be time to hunt Werewolf.
Someone was sent to look for him at this time, and it was the Baroness. Could there be something hidden?
Just to be on the safe side, it's better to take a look. It's not a bad thing to get more information.
With two swords on his back and luggage, he spoke in a deep voice.
"Lead the way."
"Yes..."
Follow the maid all the way through the spiral staircase to the second floor of the castle.
The maid stood tremblingly and made a gesture of invitation.
The direction your palm is facing is the second room on the right.
Arwen stepped forward, and the wolf head badge on his chest suddenly began to tremble slightly.
There is magic!
He paused, his vigilance immediately heightened.
[Dual Souls] With the blessing, the mental power quickly captured the fluctuation of magic energy.
Looking away, he saw a string of beads hanging on the door. The surface of the beads was engraved with tiny elven lines.
It's a talisman.
The aristocratic class likes this gadget very much. As for its functions, it has various functions, including protection against cold and heat, protection against prying eyes, and even protection against fleas.
But this also greatly increases the possibility of his misjudgment of magic.
He raised the back of his hand and knocked on the wooden door.
"Please come in."
A hoarse voice came from inside the house.
Arwen With a push of his palm, the door, which was originally ajar, was opened easily.
The space inside the house is not large, with a wooden bed, a storage closet, and a set of tables and chairs.
Stepping into the room, there was a red wool blanket on the floor, a wooden sword scattered at his feet, and a wooden horse puppet not far away.
The coat of arms of Kaedwen and White River Domain hangs on the wall on the left, and there is an exquisite silver buckler facing the bed.
The dim sunlight came in from the window, and a beautiful figure slowly turned around.
The woman doesn't look very old, about thirty years old.
His facial features are dignified and his skin is delicate and white.
Especially the pair of light red eyes, with mist in the eye sockets, as translucent as gems.
Her brown hair is tied with a ribbon and spread elegantly on the back of her head.
Wearing a yellow dress, the neckline is cut very low, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. The attractive career line is half covered by a necklace made of purple gemstones, making it even more charming.
It is a very rare thing to see such a charming young woman in this Kaedwen borderland.
Arwen saluted, "Mrs. Kramer, are you looking for me?"
The Baroness wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice hoarse.
"I heard from my servants that a witcher came to the castle."
"I thought witchers lived in legends, until I met you. Your skin is so pale, especially your eyes. As the bard said, they are really scary."
Arwen twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Madam, please get down to business."
"Okay, I want to know, the Baron... does he want you to kill Nada... then Werewolf..."
At this point, Arwen clearly noticed that the other party's voice was trembling.
"That's right."
The Baroness' breathing became rapid, the whiteness on her chest rose and fell, and her voice became shrill.
"Melitele Goddess, Leo Kramer, how can you damn man be so cruel!"
"He... he is your son, your only son!"
"For your honor and reputation, how could you let others kill him! How is this possible!"
"Son?" Arwen raised his eyes, "You mean, the Werewolf in White River Domain is the son of you and the Baron?"
"Yes...Damian... my child... he must be cursed... wuwu..."
The Baroness's eyes were red from crying, her voice was pitiful, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "Please forgive me."
"No, Mr. Witcher!"
The baroness stumbled forward, bringing with her a burst of pleasant gardenia fragrance.
She grabbed Arwen's right arm with both hands, her light red eyes were full of hope, she was exhaling, and she begged to speak.
"You can save my Damian, right? Demon hunter, you can't just die without saving me!"
"How much did the vicious Leo give you, 1000 ducats? Or how much, I will give you double ducats!"
"Please, for the sake of a mother who is about to lose her child, please save my child and lift the curse on him!"