Chastity.
Arwen suddenly understood.
Vesemir once said.
In this world, bandits will rape women, tramps will, and even well-trained soldiers and knights will pursue their primitive desires after a massacre.
It can even be said that in this chaotic world, a virgin is as precious as a dragon.
"What happened to her in the end?"
"Dead. Even if I arrange for her to return to Temple of Melitele, feed her abortion pills, and give her a leisurely job, she is still dead."
"But I have no regrets and I never meant to blame her."
Arwen sighed.
When this incident spread, it undoubtedly had a huge negative impact on Temple of Melitele.
Shana did not survive, and I am afraid that he also owed Temple of Melitele in his heart.
"In the eyes of the nobility, infanticide is a serious crime."
"After all, every baby, as long as it is raised up, whether it is ignorant or a gangster on the street, will find its final destination, which is the pit in the mine."
Nenneke turned around and did not look at Arwen's face.
"Actually, we have already anticipated this. We have been marginalized over the years. The most important thing is..."
She raised her head, took a deep breath, and looked at Arwen.
There is no blame in his eyes, but tolerance and gentleness, as if he is watching the children he once taught grow up and learn the knowledge and concepts they imparted.
She uttered a word, her voice was very soft, but in the latter's ears, it was like thunder, and her heartbeat accelerated a bit.
""Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher"."
Arwen frowned, feeling cold in his heart.
Nenneke continued, "I don't know when, Kaedwen's aristocratic circle spread the news that we taught you at Kyle Mohan nine years ago, eh..."
Speaking of this, her tone became more relaxed.
"But don't worry, we don't plan to stay here anymore."
Arwen replied, "Are you going to Temeria?"
Nenneke looked slightly surprised.
"Yes, Duke Ellander of Temeria is willing to accept us, and we plan to move there."
She saw Arwen open his mouth and knew that the other party wanted to continue asking about "Monstrum", so she spoke out first.
"Okay, let's talk about some things later. I'll take you to see the high priest first."
Arwen Seeing this, he had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart.
Nenneke reached out and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.
The room behind the door is very empty, with almost no furnishings or furniture.
Garlands of fresh flowers and dried herbs hang from the central pillar.
To the right of the bottom of the pillar is a wooden bed made of nailed boards and covered with a wool mattress.
An old woman sat cross-legged on the mattress.
Her hair is white, her face is covered with wrinkles, and the skin on her cheeks is sagging due to age, making her very old.
His head was lowered, his eyes were closed tightly under his narrow white eyebrows, and his expression was very calm, as if he was asleep.
Arwen recognizes her, she is now the high priest of Temple of Melitele.
Asumpta of Rivia.
He was just about to salute and call Asumpta mama, but was interrupted by Nenneke extending his hand.
The latter made a silence gesture to him, and the wolf head badge on Arwen's chest began to vibrate and buzz.
High Priest Asumpta suddenly trembled, then raised his head suddenly.
His face began to distort, he became excited, and vague words came out of his mouth.
Arwen leans on [Dual Souls] to identify it carefully.
"The age of swords and axes and scorn is coming, when the leaves will fall, the buds will wither, the fruits will rot, the seeds will taste bitter, and the clear waters of the valleys will turn to solid ice."
"White Frost is coming, white light will come one after another, and the world will be annihilated in the violent storm."
Arwen As a "Witcher" player, I naturally know the meaning of this.
The first half tells the story of the three wars launched by the Nilfgaardian Empire against the northern kingdoms.
The second half refers to Wild Hunt's pursuit of Elder Blood, and the fact that the world will fall into an eternal ice age.
"Those who carry silver swords... those who wander from their homeland... will come... danger will also come..."
The high priest Asumpta said the last words, his body trembled, his head continued to hang, his nervous expression gradually calmed down, and a long breath came from his mouth.
"Carrying a silver sword? Wandering away from home? Danger?"
Arwen's pupils moved, these words reminded him of a lot.
Whether it is the fate of Geralt or Ciri, they can actually match each other.
And...
"Let's go out." Nenneke's extremely low voice came next to his ears.
Arwen nodded and followed the former out of the room.
Nenneke closed the wooden door and showed a helpless smile.
"The high priest Asumpta is old. Like the old Vesemir, she is very lethargic and has a strong tendency to get out of bed. We'd better not disturb her yet."
"I understand..." Arwen smiled and followed Nenneke towards another corridor.
"Asumpta, was Grandma prophesying in a dream just now? My badge had a strong reaction."
"Well, she often does this now. She makes some weird predictions. Some are very accurate, like tomorrow's weather, but some are hard to judge, like the prediction just now."
Arwen said, "Ithlinne's Prophecy."
"Yes, this prophecy is widely circulated, but this is the seventh or eighth version I have heard from the high priest."
"So many?"
"Yeah, but most of them are blurry, and I don't have the hearing like you witchers."
"Let me think about it, the ending of one of them seems to be about a girl, haha..."
It's Ciri!
Arwen pursed her lips and sighed in her heart.
"Temple of Melitele can have such a great influence in later generations, and his background is still profound."
"Asumpta Mother has basically predicted the direction of fate. I don't know if she predicted mine."
"The word fate..." He shook his head slightly, he didn't want to believe this.
"But goddess Melitele is most likely a real god."
"Just like Master Mirror, that devil has extremely unnatural methods."
"This world may seem like a low-level demon, but in fact, the upper and lower limits are extremely wide. It cannot be underestimated."
Nenneke nodded to the nun who was wiping the wooden chair, and then spoke.
"I see that you are dressed like this. You have just come down from the mountain. I remember the time you came down from the mountain. Wasn't it after the spring equinox?"
"Well," Arwen came back to his senses, "I went down the mountain not long after the autumnal equinox. I wanted to come down and see more of the world."
"I see, ha, when Geralt came here, he also mentioned you to me, saying that Kyle Mohan turned out to be a real genius."
"Geralt has been here? Where is he?"
For nearly two years, he had missed the presence of this mentor and friend.
The main reason is that he wants to use the giant sword to challenge the opponent in a duel. He is now confident that even if he doesn't use School of the Donkey's set, he can still fight head-on.
"Yes, he came here a few months ago to do commissioned work under Holt."
Nenneke's body paused, and the two of them came to the deepest part of the corridor.
She took out the key and opened the door. The furnishings in the room were the same as those of Grandma Asumpta, including a bed, a stool, and a storage closet.
Nenneke walked in first and looked around.
"There are not many spare rooms in the temple. If you don't mind, you can stay here first. I just cleaned it a few days ago."
Arwen glanced at it and felt very satisfied.
"How could it be, Nenneke, this is much better than where I lived before."
"That's good. Remember to change your clothes. I will specifically ask them not to wash you with soap."
"Do you still remember this little thing?"
Nenneke looked soft, walked to the window, and opened the gray sunshade.
"After all, I can be considered half of your teacher. Vesemir told me that some monsters are very sensitive to smells."
"Sorry," Arwen said in a curious voice, "Who is the Holt you just mentioned?"
"Holt..." Nenneke turned around and lowered his eyes slightly.
"His full name is Preston·Holt. This name may be unfamiliar to you, but he also has another name, Reindeer, and his nickname is "Ghost"."
"Ghost Reendt?"
Arwen murmured. The name seemed familiar to him, but his cat eyes suddenly narrowed.
[Dual Souls] The ability of photographic memory is triggered.
He knows this name, to be precise, he has seen it before!
After he and Paul became official demon hunters, Vesemir took them into Kyle Mohan's archives.
Stored there is all information related to official witchers, including those before becoming a witcher apprentice.
Among them, the name Reindeer was in the most inconspicuous corner of the archives room, and he accidentally scanned it.
"He is a witcher, the witcher of School of the Wolf!?"