Baron Marcus's face turned cold.
Suddenly, Arwen's palms used force to lift the former's body up and press it heavily against the pillar.
"Woo!"
Baron Marcus The back of his head hit the stone bricks hard, and the severe pain caused his vision to go dark.
Arwen's other hand quickly rummaged around his body and quickly took out a small gray bottle from the lining of his brocade clothes.
His pupils shrank into needle-like shapes, his nose twitched, and he smelled a faint scent of mint.
This smell was all too familiar to him. It was the bottle he used to hold potions.
Arwen raised the bottle in front of Baron Marcus's voice with a cold voice.
"Where did you get this bottle?"
Baron Marcus was frightened by Arwen's cold voice, as if falling into an ice cave, but still smiled ferociously.
"Does it look familiar? A witcher?"
"Do you think I'll tell you?"
Arwen flipped his palms, loosened his collar, turned into iron pliers, and strangled his neck.
With five fingers exerted force, Baron Marcus's face suddenly turned red, his mouth grew involuntarily, and he breathed hard.
"Monstrum... If you have the guts... just kill me..."
Baron Marcus kept struggling with his hands, trying to open Arwen's arms.
Nenneke hurried forward, "Calm down, kid, we should send him to trial. Don't be carried away by anger. At the very least, you need to know what happened."
Arwen understands this and loosens his left hand slightly. Baron Marcus feels relieved and takes a greedy breath of air.
Before long, the former made a seal with his right hand, and his mental power surged out of his cat's eyes like a wave, impacting into Baron Marcus's soul.
With the blessing of [Dual Souls], it only took a moment to defeat the opponent's mind.
"Where did this bottle come from?"
Baron Marcus lowered his head and said in confusion, "In... in the hands of Trouser Cuff Village... a scumbag named Ian..."
Arwen felt tight inside and felt something was not good.
"Where is he now?"
"He... he lied to me... that the witcher went... to the south... I... I killed his family..."
Extreme anger surged into Arwen's heart, and his heart was pounding. Even his mutated body could not suppress this anger.
"Take a deep breath, Arwen."
Nenneke noticed something strange about the black-haired demon hunter and spoke hurriedly.
Arwen took a deep breath, clenched his right hand tightly, and the medicine bottle shattered with a sound.
"Who, who asked you to come here?"
Baron Marcus said, "Jennings...Viscount Jennings's order... he gave me manpower... to kill... the demon hunter... to destroy Temple of Melitele..."
"Viscount Jennings?"
When Arwen heard this name, the scene he saw in White River Domain came to mind.
That aristocrat with powdered face and arrogant behavior.
Nenneke looked ugly, "Viscount Jennings is the lord of Town of Frankenthal."
"Where is Jennings now?"
Baron Marcus said, "To the east... two miles away... in the camp..."
Arwen knew the information he wanted, and suddenly closed the five fingers of his left hand.
"Stuck."
Baron Marcus's neck was crushed into a knot, his eyes were protruding, filled with resentment, and blood was pouring from his throat.
The palms of his hands were released, and Baron Marcus's body slid along the pillar and fell to the ground.
Arwen turned around and walked towards the temple gate.
"Arwen?"
Nenneke shouted from behind.
Arwen didn't respond. He quickly walked out of the temple and came to the stable not far away. He untied the reins from the wooden stake and climbed on the horse.
The mare snorted, stamped her limbs lightly, and walked out of the stable.
Nenneke chased him out of the temple with an anxious tone, "Arwen, child, where are you going?"
Arwen didn't answer her words and looked around.
Thugs lying on the ground gasping for breath, dismembered corpses, cold armor, Raven gnawing on flesh and blood.
His eyes were cold.
When Kyle·Mohan, although there was heavy training every day.
But his life is fulfilling and he is full of yearning for the future.
But now, in just one month of going down the mountain, he has experienced the dangers of this world.
There was no heavy task, but it made him exhausted.
Tired.
Really tired.
It's more tiring than killing Drowner from the White Stone River for a whole day and then running back to Kyle·Mohan.
It's even more tiring than before when I worked overtime day and night and could only earn a few thousand dollars in salary.
What now?
This group of unscrupulous thugs can take a breather here.
Nobles can ride on his head and shit.
They can all live well.
But the simple village chief's hands are full of calluses. An honest man who wants his children to live well cannot live?
These nuns who adhere to the purpose of charity cannot survive behind them?
Why!?
What kind of shitty world is this!
These pig-dog-like things, beasts that care about human life, how can they stay alive!?
He tightened his grip on the reins, and the [Giant Bloodline] in his body was surging. It was obviously powerful, but it made him feel deeply powerless.
At this moment, only one thought can lead to liberation.
Kill!
Suddenly, five slender fingers grasped his hand that was tightening the reins.
Arwen lowered his gaze, Nenneke looked serious.
"Child, I know you are angry now and I know what you want to do, but anger and hatred will only blind your eyes."
"Nenneke, they, you, are all implicated by me."
"No, without you, these nobles will drive us away. In the final analysis, it is us who have shaken their interests."
"Child, do you know what you are going to do?"
"You have already killed a baron, and if you try to assassinate a viscount, there will be no turning back."
Arwen's eyes are firm.
Nenneke sighed lightly, held his palm, moved it from the reins to the saddle bag, and then moved it to the exposed wolf head sword hilt.
"Child, hold your silver sword," Nenneke lowered his head, Arwen knew what this meant and slowly closed his eyes.
Nenneke whispered the prayer of the goddess Melitele.
After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the black-haired demon hunter who still had her eyes closed tightly.
"Calm down now?"
Arwen didn't speak, didn't open his eyes, and didn't nod in response.
Nenneke raised the corner of his mouth.
She took something out of her pocket and put it into Arwen's hand.
The cold touch came through the glove, and it was a glass bottle.
[Alchemy Perception] At the next moment, he noticed a circle of snow-white magic power fluctuations, sweeping across the palm of his hand like a storm.
Nenneke had kind eyes and recited another prayer, but in the last sentence, his tone changed from tolerant to sharp.
"Melitele Goddess, please forgive his anger."
"Go on, kid, go on."
"Go kill these bastards."
Arwen raised his head and opened his snake-like yellow-gray vertical pupils.
The setting sun gradually set, and the sky turned red, reflecting the blood and corpses on the bluestone bricks.
He clenched the glass bottle in his hand, and the pale liquid kept spinning, just as the name suggests.
[Blizzard].