Jennings camp.
The wolf head badge that fits tightly on the chest no longer vibrates violently.
Arwen reached out and picked up the magic crystal mirror.
Pull out the blanket spread on the table and wrap the magic crystal mirror tightly.
Maoyan looked around and finally landed on Viscount Jennings.
After groping for a while, I didn't get any valuable letters or documents, only some scattered gems, worth forty or fifty crowns.
He put away the giant sword, packed his things away, and walked out of the tent.
The thick fog outside began to slowly dissipate.
Looking up at the sky, the moon is exposed from behind the clouds.
Today is October 16th, a full moon.
The silver-white moonlight dissipated the fog and shrouded the camp, illuminating the messy ground in front of him. There were broken limbs and broken weapons and flags everywhere.
The splattered blood was like thick black asphalt, exuding a foul odor.
Open the panel.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +10!]
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship Lv2:1000/1000→School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship Lv3, Whirling Blade(green)→(yellow)]
[Whirling Blade (yellow): When performing School of the Wolf swordsmanship, the power of the first sword remains unchanged, the speed and power of the second sword increase by 10%, the speed and power of the third sword increase by 15%, and the speed and power of the fourth sword increase by 20%]
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship Lv3:0/10000]
"Upgraded..."
Arwen silently felt this change.
"The original two sword amplifications have become three times, and the power has also been strengthened. The effect is quite good."
When I came to the upwind of the camp, I pinched Igni Sign with my right hand.
A spark exploded on a tent, the wind helped the fire, and the buildings in the camp were basically made of wood, so it quickly ignited into a raging fire.
When we left the camp, black smoke was billowing behind us.
Returning to the uphill slope, the mare lowered her head, picking out green buds from the bushes around her and gnawing on them, making a humming sound from her mouth.
Raven has already flown back, standing on the oak tree, combing his feathers.
Arwen is playing with the stone ring in his hand. Just from the elven lines, you can tell that this item is extraordinary.
It's just that the specific effect cannot be seen yet.
And the magic crystal phantom, the culprit of "Monstrum, or the Description of the Witcher", was finally caught by him.
Blood debt must be paid with blood!
Arwen's ears twitched and he turned his head sharply.
He noticed someone approaching, silently, just like Ghost, even Raven didn't notice it.
Two figures walked out of the oak forest in the distance.
Under the moonlight, their hair was as white as two balls of butter.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only the rustling of the oak trees in the wind.
After seeing him, the two men quickened their pace and approached quickly.
Their attire is very similar, they are all wearing black leather coats, decorated with silver nail heads, and there are two sword hilts hanging on the right shoulders.
In the night, the amber vertical cat's eyes shine brightly.
Demon hunters, and two demon hunters at that.
Arwen had already clearly seen the face of the demon hunter closest to him, and his cat eyes were filled with joy.
"Geralt."
Geralt stepped through the bushes, casually swinging the branches in front of him, his eyes flashed with surprise.
More than a year ago, when he just came down the mountain, Arwen was only as tall as his shoulders.
Now I can look at him levelly.
He remembered that Arwen should be only sixteen years old now, and his body is still growing.
I'm afraid that within half a year, I will be taller than him.
"Arwen?"
Geralt's tone was mixed with worry, especially when he saw the blood stains on the latter's body.
"How is the situation now?"
Arwen raised his forehead and glanced at another white-haired demon hunter who was slowly coming.
Geralt stretched out his hand and introduced, "This is Holt. Like us, he is also a demon hunter."
His white hair was not tied back with a hairband like Geralt, but was spread over his shoulders.
His face is weathered and thin, he looks about the same age as Vesemir, and his cat eyes are sinister and vicious.
Holt.
The former School of the Wolf witcher, Ghost Reendt, now Preston·Holt.
Holt nodded to Arwen as a greeting.
Geralt continued, "Holt and I rushed to Temple of Melitele after receiving your letter five days ago. We only arrived at dark today."
"I saw the tragic scene at the entrance of the temple. Nenneke told me that it was attacked by a mob."
"He said that you were heading towards the Viscount's camp. We were afraid that something might happen to you, so we came to help immediately."
Holt took two steps forward, lowered his eyes, and looked down the hillside.
"Geralt, I think we are late. Our little demon hunter has already taken care of things."
Geralt Following Holt's gaze, the camp was filled with flames and black smoke covering the moon.
He pursed his lips, a look of disbelief flashed in his cat eyes, and his voice was deep.
"Arwen, you solved Viscount Jennings's camp by yourself?"
Arwen nodded.
Geralt frowned and grabbed the former's shoulders with both hands.
"Do you still remember what Vesemir told you?"
"If a witcher remains neutral and kills a noble or a viscount, do you know how much trouble it will cause you?"
"I know."
Geralt saw Arwen's eyes were firm and he looked deeply at the burning camp.
"No traces left, right?"
Arwen said, "There is no one alive, the fire will destroy all traces."
Geralt then breathed a sigh of relief.
Holt interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. Arwen must have his reasons for making such a choice. Let's leave here first."
Arwen nodded, "Yes, I will tell you the specific reason later."
Geralt hummed.
Arwen untied the reins from the oak tree and mounted the mare.
The horses of Geralt and Holt were also tied not far away.
The two mounted their horses and tightened the reins. When the horse's head turned, the metal rings on the harness jingled.
The three of them walked side by side, Geralt waiting for Arwen's answer.
Arwen's peripheral vision focused on the badge on Holt's chest.
The style of the badge is not in the shape of a wolf's head, but a snake's head, with scarlet eyes, a wide mouth, and sharp teeth.
Holt noticed his gaze and his voice was hoarse.
"Stop looking, little one."
"Geralt told me about you, saying that you were Kyle Mohan's genius. I didn't believe it at first. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what he said was true."
He picked up the snake-shaped badge on his chest with his right hand and said, "This badge is not what you think and has nothing to do with School of the Viper."
"It's the badge I made myself after the School of the Wolf badge was taken back and I left Kyle Mohan's wolf den."
Speaking of this, he made a self-deprecating sound.
"A witcher can't do without a silver sword and a badge."
"Otherwise, those idiots wouldn't even know who to pay the bounty to."