"I am a baron, a witcher! If you kill me, Kaedwen there will be absolutely no place for you!"
Arwen said indifferently, "Leo·Baron Kremer, who loved the people like his own children, died together with the cruel and ruthless Werewolf for the sake of leading the people. I will return this sentence to you."
Baron of White River's eyes were panicked and his tone was pleading, "No! Wait, I have a lot of money and a lot of gems, I can give them to you, spare my life!"
"Kill you and I will get it myself."
"What about Sienna? You also like that woman, right? I will give her to you, and from now on you can do whatever you want..."
Arwen Use both arms hard.
Baron of White River's expression was stunned, and he didn't see any fluctuations in the other person's eyes.
The other party didn't disdain Sienna's figure at all. Even if he said he would go to bed with Sienna, it was just to make him angry.
"I..."
"Crack!"
The sword blade cut off Baron of White River's shoulder blade inch by inch, penetrating all the way through the ribs and all the way to the heart.
"Ugh..."
A large amount of blood flowed from the Baron of White River's mouth, and he stared at Arwen with malicious eyes. "I curse..."
Arwen raised his right arm and hit his mouth hard with a silver-studded fist.
Broken teeth mixed with blood poured into the latter's throat, and only a gurgling bubbling sound could be heard.
Baron of White River's body leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
Arwen raised the giant sword, and the grass was dyed red with blood.
"Just hit the road when you hit the road, stop talking unlucky nonsense, and be careful next time."
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +8!]
[Quen Sign, Aard Sign experience +1!]
[Aard Sign Lv1:100/100→Aard Sign Lv2:0/1000]
[Demon hunters Signs Quen and Aard Sign Lv2 were detected. To obtain talents, Igni, Axii and Yrden Sign need to be upgraded to Lv2]
Arwen Pull out the panel.
[Igni Sign Lv1:71/100]
[Axii Sign Lv1:62/100]
[Yrden Sign Lv1:51/100]
I silently calculated the progress in my mind and figured out that if I wanted to upgrade them all to Level 2, it would take a year anyway.
Turning off the panel, his eyes came to the Baron of White River.
Squatting down, Arwen picked up the knight's sword that fell to the ground.
[Blade Perception] trigger.
[Kremer Family Knight Sword: Kaedwen is a noble two-handed knight sword customized by the royal blacksmith for White River Domain. It has seven forging impurities. It has a total length of 38 inches, a sword body of 30 inches, and a weight of 44 ounces. The center of gravity is one and a half inches away from the guard. It can handle both riding charging and thrusting as well as the slashing action of an infantry shield sword.]
"Made by the royal blacksmith?" Arwen brushed the sword with flowers, the sword whistled, and took out the oilcloth from his waist to wipe away the remaining blood stains.
"It's a good sword, but it's a bit too light for me. Erasing the family crest on the sword's grid must be worth a lot of crowns."
He accepted the knight's sword and touched the cold armor of the Baron of White River with his palm.
As a guard knight conferred by the king, the quality of this armor far exceeds that of ordinary armor.
If it weren't for the heavy armor, Arwen would really want to go along with it.
But the problem is that it is too big to store, and the Kaedwen unicorn and White River Domain coat of arms are too ostentatious.
It took some effort to disassemble the armor.
On the way, I took out a money bag, opened it and took a look, only 100 ducats.
Arwen curled his lips, Baron of White River decided that he had eaten him and had no intention of paying him.
He touched the inner lining of the cotton-padded coat and took out a letter and a piece of yellowed old parchment.
First I glanced at the letter.
"Dear Ann, the curse you taught me has really taken effect. I will come to take you and your son home soon. As for that bitch, I have already thought of a countermeasure.
I found a witcher, he will kill the monster for me, and I will put all the blame on him.
Ann, I think we can meet at my castle soon."
"Ha..." Arwen sneered. Just now Baron of White River kept talking about being infatuated, but in the end he was not clean either.
He kept a mistress outside and had an illegitimate child.
If he were an ordinary demon hunter, he might really be able to fall into his trap.
Anyway, the book "Monstrum" has been widely circulated in the territory of Kaedwen. It only needs a little publicity and all the spearheads will be aimed at the demon hunters.
What a good plan.
Arwen put the letter away silently and looked at the yellowed parchment roll.
Rubbing the paper with your fingers, the rough touch proves that it has been passed down for hundreds of years.
"Body-Tempering Alchemy... requires one of the following monster hearts, Cockatrice, Wyvern, Basilisk... requires earth milk, celandine, and ghost needle grass... I hope all compatriots will remember: those who are not strong-willed must not use this method, otherwise they will become bloodthirsty monsters, hurting others and themselves.
Finally, long live mankind! Long live the king! Drive those miserable maggots out of our territory! Drive those ugly monsters to an end!"
Arwen chanted softly, looking down word by word, his eyes gradually became hot, and he could not return to his senses for a long time, as if he had returned to the time when humans first landed in this world.
After about ten minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief
This is an alchemy prescription, which records something called body tempering plaster, which can be applied to the body to strengthen the body.
But it requires a strong enough mind.
Regarding this, Arwen thinks that he should be able to bear it.
After all, there is a purple talent [Dual Souls].
He glanced at the Baron of White River's unwilling and malicious eyes.
"No wonder, with a height of just over 1.7 meters, he has such great power. He must have used the formula on this parchment."
"Body-Tempering Alchemy, this thing has never appeared in the "Witcher" game."
"However, in that barbaric period of time when monsters were everywhere, it was not impossible for wizards to find other ways before they created demon hunters."
Carefully place the parchment paper into the inner lining of your leather jacket.
"To be on the safe side, after obtaining the materials, it is better to go to Temple of Melitele before trying again. There are the most powerful alchemists in Northern Kingdoms there, and they may get information about this alchemy formula."
"Moreover, this recipe has not been widely circulated, and the hidden dangers are definitely not limited to the above mentioned. If it can be successful, and paired with my [Giant Bloodline], I don't know how powerful the physical body will be."
At this point, he clenched his fists with anticipation in his eyes.
He immediately stood up and continued to clean the battlefield. There was nothing good about the six guards.
Apart from 200 ducats, the two light hand crossbows are still worth some money.
After taking them together, Arwen first returned to the place where Werewolf was eating.
The elf, naked and covered in mud, was still lying in the same position.
Arwen's eyes were slightly lowered. It was the girl among the three elves. She had woken up and her eyes were looking at the sky blankly.
Her skin was purple from the cold and covered with goosebumps. Her slightly bulging chest rose and fell slightly, and her heartbeat was extremely weak.
He opened his lips slightly and even breathing was very difficult. Soon, he would die completely.
Arwen recalled what he saw in the dungeon. War between races has always been cruel. Even women and children will face the butcher's knife.
"Quack quack..."
Raven flew back, hovered in the air, and landed next to him.
After two years, coupled with the original memory, School of the Wolf Demon Hunter's doctrine is undoubtedly engraved in his bones.
Remain neutral, but do not ignore innocent people.
Squatting down, he took out the [Swallow] potion from his pocket, took off the oak cork, and poured it into the elf girl's mouth.
"This is a magic potion exclusive to witchers. It is highly poisonous to you, but it also has a healing effect. Whether you can survive depends on whether you can survive the next hour."
After feeding a third of the bottle, Arwen got up, left here, and came to the edge of the alder forest.
Looking from the cat's eye, looking across the moat, the gate is closed, and behind the tall wooden wall are four watchtowers.
In each watchtower, there are four more soldiers standing. It can be seen that Baron of White River has made arrangements before coming here, and the entire White River Domain is under martial law.
Sneak into White River Domain and kill a lot? Kill the Baroness too?
This risk is too great, even if the baron is at the end of the lord hierarchy, a noble is a noble.
If the baron's family is wiped out, the Kaedwen royal family will definitely suffer consequences. A palace wizard is sent here to investigate, and it is very likely that traces of him will be found.
Besides, only the Baron and his wife could really see his face. He was not a murderous maniac, and he had a better choice.
After reading this, he took out the affair letter from the Baron of White River.
In this world, women also have the right to inherit.
As for that snobbish woman, after seeing this letter, it is easy to distinguish the pros and cons.
The death of an illegitimate child is not worth mentioning in front of the entire White River Domain ground.
Arwen Thinking about this, a rattling sound came from above his head.
Raven tilted his head and looked to the left.
There were sparse sounds, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the bushes.
A black mare slowly came into view, with a heavy saddlebag hanging next to the brown horse mattress.
Beside it is a middle-aged man wearing a green cotton coat.
It was the timber merchant who was rescued by Arwen from Vodyanoi.
"Witcher, you are still alive."
The timber merchant led the horse and walked quickly, his face full of joy.
Arwen was also surprised, "Theodore Reed? Why are you here? And my horse?"
The timber merchant handed the reins to Arwen, and a snort came from the black horse's nostrils.
"It's a long story. He's my brother-in-law. Do you remember? He was the soldier captain Martin who stopped us at the gate when we entered the town."
"I remember."
"Hey, he came to me quietly last night in the middle of the night and said he saw the baron lurking towards your position with fully armed soldiers, fearing that something might happen to you."
"Although I am a businessman, the most important thing in business is integrity, not to mention you saved my life."
"So I secretly took your horse out and waited nearby."
Having said this, he glanced behind Arwen and noticed the knight's sword and hand crossbow on the latter's waist.
"The Baron and the others..."
Arwen did not answer.
The timber merchant swallowed and trembled, "Then you should leave quickly, the sooner the better. Just pretend I have never seen you."
Arwen raised his lips and handed Baron of White River's affair letter to the timber merchant.
"Give this to the Baroness and tell her that the Baron killed Werewolf."
The latter quickly glanced at the content written on the letter and his eyes widened.
If this letter is done properly, he can benefit a lot from it.
Arwen got on the horse, tightened the reins, and clamped his legs. The black horse took a few steps forward when a voice suddenly came from behind.
The timber merchant took off his hat and said excitedly:
"Witcher, I wish you a safe journey."
Arwen lowered his hood and nodded in response, "You too, Mr. Businessman."