"Calm down, ma'am."
Arwen pulled Baroness Kramer's hands away with his hands.
"If you want to lift the curse, please tell me more details."
Mrs. Kramer sobbed, "On the night of the full moon a month ago, I was telling Damian a bedtime story. After I saw him sleeping soundly, I prepared to go back to the room to rest."
"But I didn't go far out of the room when I heard a terrible sound coming from Damian's room."
"When I went back to check, my cute Damian had turned into sharp fangs and had gray-white fur all over his body. I was so frightened that I watched him jump out of the window and leave."
"When I came to my senses, my heart hurt. I could feel that Damian he was in pain."
Arwen raised his eyebrows, "Baron Kremer hasn't taken any measures this month? Rescue Damian?"
"Yes," Mrs. Kramer said with a bitter smile, "The baron secretly sent for a priest and an old witch, but they were all swindlers."
"Either you don't have the courage to face Damian, or you die at the hands of Damian."
"For a month, people in the territory have become panicked. If this matter is not resolved, his position as baronet will be lost."
"Mr. Demon Hunter, the only one who can save Damian now is you."
Arwen stared into Mrs. Kramer's light red eyes, her pupils full of hope.
After thinking for a moment, he recalled the Werewolf story that Vesemir told him.
"There are many ways to lift the Werewolf curse, but most of them require complicated preparations."
Mrs. Kramer's expression gradually collapsed.
"Fortunately," Arwen said after a pause, "The noble young master turned into a wolf not long ago, only a month. There is a simple method you can try."
"Any way, as long as I can do it, I'm willing to do anything!"
"I need five parsley leaves and hang them on my shirt. Just wear Damian for one night and they will have a suppressive effect."
"In this process, there is another very important point, which is love. It is your love for Damian. It is best to pray or something like that."
"Oh, thank you, Demon Hunter, Melitele, I will pray sincerely all night, just to lift the curse of Damian."
Mrs. Kramer put his hands together and said.
Arwen said, "Five pieces of parsley and a shirt, I think they should be in the castle. They are not expensive things."
"Yes." Mrs. Kramer said loudly, "Ella, go to the kitchen and get five slices of parsley quickly."
"Yes, ma'am."
The maid who just directed Arwen here said respectfully.
Arwen listened to the maid's hurried footsteps getting further and further away, and said, "Mrs. Kramer, should we raise the reward now?"
Mrs. Kramer covered her chest with both hands, a look of embarrassment appeared on her pretty face.
"It is much harder to lift the curse of Werewolf than to kill Werewolf."
"I... I don't have that much money in my hands right now..."
"Since you have heard the story of the witcher, you must also know that the witcher cannot afford to be early."
"Mrs. Kramer, you don't want anything to happen to Damian either."
Mrs. Kramer's delicate body trembled, and she noticed that Arwen's eyes were looking at her proud white chest.
His cheeks turned crimson, he turned his head sideways, and his voice trembled a little.
"Mr. Witcher... isn't this time... too..."
As she spoke, her voice became lower and lower, like a mosquito buzzing.
"Mrs. Kramer, this amethyst necklace you are wearing is very nice. It should be worth 1,000 ducats. Why not take this as a reward first."
Mrs. Kramer's originally nervous body suddenly stopped and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Okay..."
She took off the necklace and handed it to Arwen.
Arwen gently shook it, Mrs. Kramer's body temperature still remained on the amethyst, and he felt a wave of magic power from it.
Magic item or amulet?
Tuck the crystal necklace into the lining of your leather jacket.
"It's almost time, please allow me to take my leave."
After saying that, Arwen turned around and left.
As soon as his footsteps crossed the threshold, Mrs. Kramer made a choking sound.
"Mr. Demon Hunter, I have one more thing to ask of you. If you... if you can't lift the curse, please, for the sake of this necklace, don't kill Damian, just drive him away."
Arwen was silent for a moment and walked away.
Walking out of White River Domain Castle, the setting sun is like blood.
Arwen Carrying two swords on his back, he placed the shirt made of five parsley leaves close to his body.
"Hey! Witcher!"
Soldier Captain Martin came leading two horses, including his black mare.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The black-haired witcher pressed the luggage into the saddlebag on the mare's side.
"It took a little longer to make the materials."
"Oh, let's set off quickly. It will be dark in a while."
"Hmm."
The two got on their horses and galloped towards the alder forest on the west side of White River Town.
On the way, Arwen recalled the details just now.
He vaguely felt something was wrong.
Mrs. Kramer's behavior is full of weirdness. To be clear, he is too coquettish.
His face was clearly filled with grief for Damian, but his clothes were so revealing, which was simply against common sense.
Furthermore, he had no doubt that as long as he asked for physical repayment from the other party, the other party would definitely agree with his attitude.
Is the generation gap between Chinese and Western cultures so big?
If she were a commoner, Arwen would recognize her, but she is a baroness. What about the dignity of a noble?
"Mr. Martin, where is Baron Kremer?"
Arwen saw that he was about to reach the suspension bridge and asked.
Martin replied, "Lord Baron? He should be patrolling the town with his guards now. Since the monster appeared, White River Town has implemented the curfew."
Do you do it yourself? Is it just pretending? Or is it really true?
Arwen added, "I heard from my servants that there is a young master in the castle. Why didn't I see him?"
"Master Damian? Ha, if you put it that way, I haven't seen him for a month. He seems to have gone to the city to learn swordsmanship."
"Master Damian is the heart of the master and his wife. It hurts very much, especially the master. He has only such a son, and he will be the future Baron White River Domain."
"Hush!"
Arwen Hold the reins, turn over and dismount.
Martin The soldier commander dismounted, and the two tied their horses to the wooden stakes next to the suspension bridge.
The former pointed his finger at the alder forest across the moat.
"Go into the forest in the direction I pointed. After walking for about twenty minutes, you can see blood stains on the ground."
"To be on the safe side, I won't accompany you there. Your horse will be tied here as well. It will be safer to avoid being hurt by monsters."
Arwen glanced at Martin, who looked away.
He still understands this little trick, but Baron Kremer is just afraid that he will run away.
"Okay."
Arwen took out the necessary things from his luggage, crossed the suspension bridge, and entered the alder forest.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the crooked alder trees add a bit of a terrifying atmosphere.
His feet made a clicking sound as he stepped on the bushes.
A strong smell of blood invaded the nasal cavity.
Arwen Use your hands to move the branches that block your view.
Just ahead, the grass was flattened by heavy objects, the bitter grass was stained with blood, and many pieces of flesh could even be seen.
After just a few glances, he confirmed that these were not left on one person.
Moving his eyes, he saw a mess of plum blossom footprints on a piece of mud.
Arwen squatted down and drew with a pen on the palm of his hand, which was only a circle larger than his palm.
"Yes, based on the size of the footprints, it can be inferred that he was indeed a child before he transformed into a wolf. He should be Damian without a doubt. We have greater confidence in dealing with such a young Werewolf."
"Quack!"
The voice of Raven came from the sky.
Arwen raised his head and smiled, with a violent look in his gray cat eyes.
"Then let's get started."