Upper March.
A luxurious carriage was driving on the dirt road, followed by eight knights in armor and shields.
Suddenly, a Qingqiu quickly chased from behind. The horse's hooves stepped through the puddles and splashed mud all over the ground.
The sound of horse hooves from behind attracted the attention of the knight in front. The knight closest to him clamped the horse's belly with his legs, turned the horse's body, and pulled out the knight's sword from his waist.
"Stop, rider."
A loud voice sounded.
The rider quickly reined in his horse and slowed down, and took out a coat of arms from his arms, "It's me, Hansen, Upper March's courier from the post office. I have an urgent item to deliver to Viscount Jennings."
The knight glanced at the badge and confirmed that it was from the post office, and still shouted, "Dismount! Stand back! Hold the letter in both hands!"
The messenger obeyed the instructions honestly, as if he was accustomed to the knight's shouting.
The knight spurred his horse forward, picked up the envelope, and checked the paint and seal.
"Where did it come from?"
"White River Domain."
The knight raised his eyebrows.
"Waiting aside."
After saying that, he turned around and came to the carriage, and the sound of women's laughter and moans came from the carriage.
He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the car window. The woman's voice in the car window suddenly stopped, followed by a rustling sound.
After a while, the curtains were opened, revealing a handsome face, smeared with pink and white.
Viscount Jennings looked impatient, "Knight Aston, as a man, don't you know that interrupting a gentleman's "morning exercise" is an extremely rude offense?"
"You have to give me a reason that satisfies me, understand?"
The knight lowered his head and presented the letter with both hands, "I acknowledge my guilt, but this letter was sent by White River Domain. My lord has said that as long as it is a letter from White River Domain, I will give it to you as soon as possible."
"Well..."
Viscount Jennings frowned slightly, stretched out his smooth arms, and took the letter into the carriage.
"Go down."
"Yes."
"Lord Viscount, let's continue..." A greasy voice echoed in my ears, and a naked woman was trying her best to show off her coquettishness.
Viscount Jennings showed his customary fake smile, "My little Jetta, let me read this letter first."
He tore open the envelope, scanned the line quickly, and finally landed on that sentence.
Baron of White River father and son are dead.
His pupils trembled violently, and his chest heaved slightly, but soon returned to calm.
The atmosphere in the carriage was eerily quiet, and Jetta leaned back.
Viscount Jennings was obviously expressionless, but the suppressed aura made her almost faint.
After a long time, the former opened the curtains, and the knight was still waiting aside.
"How far are we from Brunan Castle?"
"Replying to your lord, we still have four miles to go. It is estimated to be an hour. It has just arrived at noon. We have plenty of time before the two o'clock in the afternoon scheduled by the Marquis."
"Speed up!"
"Yes!"
Brunan Castle is located on a cliff between the mountains, and at a lower position, there is still a magnificent building. Even though it has become ruins, it is still majestic and solemn.
There are ruins left by the elves.
Inside the castle, crisp footsteps sounded from an arched corridor leading to the depths.
Viscount Jennings is wearing gorgeous brocade clothes, stepping on the marble floor, holding his head high.
Both sides of the walkway are inlaid with stained glass and engraved with various portraits, including angels descending and knights charging... They are beautiful and lifelike.
"Da da da..."
Viscount Jennings's footsteps became brisk and he soon came to a gate made of hemlock wood.
A middle-aged man wearing butler's clothing bowed slightly to him.
"Viscount Jennings, the Marquis is summoning you."
Viscount Jennings nodded and the butler, wearing white gloves, pushed open the door.
The space behind the door is spacious, with a long wooden table. The fire in the fireplace is burning brightly, and the firelight shines on the man sitting in the central lord's chair.
The man looks to be about forty years old, and his skin is very well maintained, but the wide bald spot on his forehead proves that he is much older than that.
The man was dressed in green and white brocade clothes, leaning leisurely on the lord's chair, playing with a silver wine glass in his hand, which was decorated with some bone fragments.
Just raising his head slightly, the aura of having been in a high position for a long time emerged spontaneously.
The absolute ruler of Upper March, Luitpold Margrave Lindenbrog.
Viscount Jennings bowed and saluted, "Jennings has met the Marquis."
At the same time, he also noticed a man with an arrogant expression sitting on the flank of the Marquis.
The man wore a blue wizard robe with tight cuffs and engraved purple buds. His black hair was neatly combed back with a hint of gray.
Jennings stared for a moment, and then he was about to speak, but saw the wizard raise his palm.
"Put away this set of red tape, there are no outsiders here, sit down."
Viscount Jennings bowed and sat on the nearest chair.
The Marquis tapped his fingers on the table.
"How is the ore at Jennings, White River Domain?"
Jennings reported, "As agreed, Baron Kremer will replenish August's ore and transport it to Brunan Castle on October 15."
The Marquis heard this and nodded with satisfaction.
"But..."
As soon as these words came out, Jennings suddenly felt two sharp eyes coming towards him.
"I just received an urgent report from White River Domain. Baron Kremer died on September 27, just 5 days ago."
"Death?" The wizard sneered, "Leo·Baron Kremer is the royal guard knight appointed by His Majesty. Because of his bravery and meritorious service in battle, he has few opponents, he was given the position of baron. His territory is so rich that even many viscounts are jealous."
Speaking of this, the wizard glanced at Viscount Jennings.
"Let's not talk about who has the guts to offend my Kaedwen glory."
"Just inside the territory of Kaedwen, tell me how many people can hurt such a good knight?"
The Marquis tapped his fingers on the table faster, waiting for Jennings's reply.
Jennings replied, "The news in the letter is that Baron Kremer died together with Werewolf who invaded the territory."
"Werewolf?"
The Marquis was obviously stunned and looked at the wizard.
"No," the wizard raised his palm slightly, and with just a squeeze, a ruby pendant from Jennings's neck flew into his hand.
"This is an amulet made by our Ban Ade Magic Academy. It has the function of warning of danger, and it also has the function of taking photos."
He whispered a spell with his lips, and the green spiritual imprint flashed before his eyes.
"Signs..." The wizard's expression gradually became sinister, and there was a cruel look on the corner of his mouth.
"What is going on?" asked the Marquis.
The wizard's voice was cold, "I think Baron Kremer did not die in the hands of Werewolf, but the demon hunter..."
The Marquis frowned slightly, but Viscount Jennings suddenly realized, "You said that, and now that I think about it carefully, I did feel that something was wrong at the time. It was the demon hunter who cast witchcraft on me!"
The wizard slammed the table angrily and screamed, "Okay, damn Monstrum, how dare you assassinate a baron canonized by the kingdom."
"From Holt back then, to Geralt not long ago, and now there is another demon hunter."
"Luitpold, I remember that white-haired Geralt was the woman who killed you."
The Marquis played with the silver cup and spoke in a low tone.
"It's a vampire bird, sir."
"Heh, if you say it is, then what can you say now?"
The Marquis raised his head, his pupils sharp, "Jennings, send the knights to arrest the demon hunter, and the judge will send him to the gallows after trial."
The wizard immediately retorted, "No, there is no need to report, just kill them. These non-human beings are cruel in nature. They are just asking for trouble by trying to capture them alive. Just let them go to hell!"
The Marquis groaned and placed the silver cup on the table with a dull sound.
"Then I'll listen to you and kill him."