A cockcrow sounded from White River Town not far away.
The sky turned white, and the clear sunlight poured into the alder forest, casting spots of light through the branches.
Arwen pressed his knee against the side of Werewolf's face, and he kept doing this for almost a whole night.
The pale face still has blood vessels eroded and raised by toxins.
He lowered his gaze, and the burnt hair on Werewolf's body began to shorten, and the nearly 1.8 meter strong muscles began to squirm.
He stood up, and in the blink of an eye, Werewolf's body was like a deflated balloon, quickly shrinking, turning back into a ten-year-old black-haired boy, White River Domain's baron son, Damian.
The young man has handsome features, and there are large burn marks on his skin. Under the shirt made of five parsley leaves, his chest rises slightly.
Damian is still alive.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +5!]
[Quen, Igni, Yrden, Aard, Axii Sign experience +5!]
Arwen Sheathed the silver sword, leaned over and picked up a branch.
Aim the tip of the branch at Damian's bloodless lips and turn it up.
I silently pinched Signs with my left hand. If there is any unexpected situation, Quen Sign will be produced instantly.
He didn't want to be like Geralt, who fought fiercely with the vampire bird all night, only to be bitten back by the prey in the mouth, and his neck was almost broken.
Fortunately, Damian's canine teeth have been completely retracted, and it no longer has the characteristics of wolf transformation.
Werewolf curse is finally solved.
"Ugh..."
Damian had a painful expression on his face, and there were three blood lines on his chest still bleeding.
He can still sustain this injury when he transforms into a wolf, but if he is in human form, if this wound is not treated, it will kill him in a short time.
Arwen threw away the wooden stick in his hand, pinched Signs, and whispered a spell in his mouth.
Light green light spots came out of the palm and flew into Damian's wound.
[Healing Spell]!
Gentle magic swept through Damian's body, and his frown gradually relaxed.
"Hmm..." After murmuring, he slowly opened his eyes, with the same light red eyes as his mother.
"Ugh... it hurts..."
"Where is this?"
Damian climbed up with difficulty and rubbed his head, as if he had no memory of his wolf transformation.
"Who are you?" Damian stared at Arwen with wide eyes. When he saw the other person's ferocious face, he took a few steps back, "Weird... monster... vampire! Don't hurt me!"
Arwen did not answer, but took a few steps back.
At this moment, a series of rapid footsteps came from the alder forest.
Arwen looked out of the corner of his eye, Baron of White River, Leo Kramer, wearing a blue breastplate, was running towards him.
Damian When he saw this familiar face again, his face showed surprise and he ran towards him quickly.
"Father!"
Baron of White River The speed is getting faster and faster. There is no joy in the facial features, but a cold feeling.
Something's wrong!
An alarm bell rang in Arwen's heart. The left hand that had been pinching Quen Sign suddenly took effect, and light blue light spots attached to his body.
"Whoops!"
A rapid voice sounded from the forest!
"Crack!"
Arwen While dodging, the shield turned into star points and shattered.
"Zheng!"
The trunk of an alder tree not far away made a crisp sound.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black arrow sinking into the trunk of a tree, splinters flying, and the wings at the tail of the arrow still trembling.
Crossbow arrows.
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly sounded, and Arwen frowned.
Right in front, Damian's chest was pierced by a snow-white knight's sword, and blood dripped down the sword's blade to the ground.
Damian looked extremely painful, and his beautiful eyes were filled with wonder.
The gushing blood flooded his throat, and he could only make a vague sound.
"Father...Damian did something wrong..."
Baron of White River's eyes moved for a moment, but quickly returned to their cold expression.
He raised his knight's sword high, lifted Damian's body high into the air, and then swung it, bringing it down heavily.
"Woo..." A clear cough came out, Damian's body kept twitching, and the grass was dyed red with blood.
Baron of White River took off the white linen cloth from his waist and gently wiped off the blood on the sword.
Arwen sarcastically said, "You are really ruthless, you can even attack your own children."
Baron of White River dropped the linen cloth that he had wiped on his hands next to Damian.
"Demon hunter, I remember that the demon hunting commission I gave you was to kill Werewolf, but I didn't ask you to lift the curse."
"Haha, that's right. You should have met that bitch Sienna. It was he who begged you to lift the curse on Damian? Right?"
The names of Sienna, Baroness Kramer.
Speaking of this, a look of disgust appeared on his face.
Arwen did not answer the baron's question, but said, "The curse on Damian was caused by you."
"My badge responds to that room. There are many magic props in the room, the amulet at the door, the coat of arms of Kaedwen, etc..."
"But the most important thing is probably the small silver buckler hanging on the wall?"
Baron of White River said with a sinister look on his face, "Congratulations, you got the answer right, but people who are too smart usually don't end up well."
"Originally I wanted to let you go, but when you found out the truth, I had no choice but to keep you."
"The heroic demon hunter and the hateful Werewolf died together. Presumably the name of Raven will also be resounding to Kaedwen."
"Ha..." Arwen chuckled, "It's so grand and hypocritical. I must have fallen into your trap when I stepped into White River Domain."
Baron of White River raised his forehead and looked sternly, as if he had everything under control. "That's right."
Arwen continued, "But there is one more thing I want to know."
"I asked the soldiers in the town and they said you have a good relationship with Damian. Why do you want to kill him?"
Baron of White River fell into silence. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are so smart, can't you guess it?"
Arwen took a deep breath through his nose, as if he was recalling a certain smell.
"Gardenia, your lady is wearing a gardenia-scented perfume, and Viscount Jennings seems to have it too."
"That's enough!" Baron of White River shouted loudly, his face terrifyingly gloomy.
"This damn bitch has been having an affair with that bastard Jennings for a long time, and... Damian is also their child!"
"It's ridiculous that I have been sincere to her for so many years. As long as she wants, I will do it."
"Even if she secretly dislikes my appearance, I don't take it to heart. I only think that time can make up for everything, but Damian and Damian are not my kind!"
"Fuck! What should I explain to you? What do you, a witcher, know?"
"You damn bastard, Monstrum, is the same as Damian, how can you understand it!"
"Everyone come out!"
With a sound, six fully armed soldiers emerged from the alder forest behind the Baron of White River. They were wearing light blue armor and had knight swords hanging on their waists.
Arwen glanced at the crowd. On the helmets that covered their faces, the thick turrets extended to the lips. Two of the soldiers also held light crossbows.
Fortunately, Soldier Captain Martin is not among them.
White River Domain Lord's face is ferocious.
"Witcher, now it's my turn to ask you!"
"Sienna That bitch doesn't have much money. What did she use to bribe you to lift the Werewolf curse for her! Don't talk about that ridiculous mercy! You demon hunters are all unjust masters! What is it? Answer me!"
Arwen reached over his shoulder and pulled out the giant sword.
"Ha... your lady's body is very moist."
"I knew it! I knew it! This damn bitch, a born bitch! I'm going to chop off your dick and stuff it into her mouth!"