Arwen is unmoved.
Holt curled his lips, pointed his finger at the hilt of the giant sword behind Arwen, and spoke quietly.
"The giant sword behind you belongs to Bernjof, right? I didn't expect Vesemir to be willing to let you take it out."
"Bernjof is his best friend and partner. This giant sword is his only remaining relic."
"Little guy, Vesemir values you very much."
Arwen After hearing this, he believed what the other party said.
He looked at Geralt, and Arwen told him his information.
"You two, I found some news in the Viscount Jennings camp. This news is very detrimental to us. It is about the Kyle Mohan massacre."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two demon hunters beside him suddenly turned cold.
Arwen took out the flat object wrapped in a blanket.
Open it slowly and you will find the magic crystal mirror.
The mirror surface is polished from a complete piece of crystal, and the frame is made of iron, plated with a layer of silver, and engraved with the four elements of earth, air, water, and fire.
"Magic communication tool."
Holt's eyes flashed with a sense of solemnity.
"Well," Arwen clutched the mirror, "When I sneaked into the camp, I happened to see the shadow of the wizard in the mirror talking to Jennings."
"They talked about their plan to drive out Temple of Melitele this time. They used the mob to instigate the temple priests to take action, and then used their power to suppress them to completely eradicate Melitele without leaving any one behind."
Geralt looked up and saw Arwen's serious expression. After confirming that he had not deceived her, surprise filled his cat eyes.
Temple of Melitele is one of the few witchers School of the Wolf can completely trust.
"There is also the book "Monstrum, or Description of the Demon Hunter" from that year, which was also created by the wizard behind the mirror. He used public opinion to incite the mob, in order to achieve the purpose of destroying Kyle Mohan."
Geralt grasped the reins tightly with his hands, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his sudden change of body was suppressing the anger in his heart.
Arwen Turn over the mirror. The back of the mirror is smooth and clean, with a black flying bird decoration engraved on it.
The strange thing is that flying birds do not have legs.
Gently stroke the outline of the flying bird with your fingertips.
"I think this flying bird pattern should be the coat of arms of the wizard behind it."
"Flying bird," Geralt stretched his head to confirm carefully and said in shock.
"I've seen this coat of arms, it's a footless bird, Holt, it's in your manor, Rocamadour manor."
Holt just glanced at the footless bird, his voice was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard.
"Geralt, I told you that the legless bird is a very common heraldry. There are countless of them across the entire continent. This doesn't mean anything?"
"Indeed," Geralt rubbed his chin, "In my travels over the past year, I have seen several nobles using similar coats of arms."
"No."
Arwen suddenly spoke, looking closely at Holt.
Ever since he saw Holt, his attention has been on him.
Coupled with the effects of [Dual Souls] and [Blizzard], no matter how subtle the changes in the muscles on Holt's face, he could not escape his perception, including his eyes.
Although the other party concealed it very well, he still caught a slight change in his eyes.
The moment Holt saw the mirror, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
But after seeing the legless bird, he quickly returned to his previous indifference.
This is obviously contradictory.
Arwen said categorically, "You know who he is, Holt, you know."
Holt frowned when he saw the other party's determined tone.
Arwen said, "I heard your story from Nenneke, and I also know what you have done over the years."
"You are a demon hunter who escaped from the Kyle Mohan massacre. You have seen the wizards who attacked the fortress with your own eyes. You know who they are."
Geralt's eyes were locked on Holt.
Holt sneered, "Little guy, did Temple of Melitele tell you a lot?"
"I did see the wizards who attacked the fortress back then, but they all wore the same hoods as yours, and I couldn't see their faces clearly."
Arwen sneered, "What about your manor? Rocamadour, which is the transliteration of the ancient language, means revenge."
"You are a demon hunter. I have seen your information in the archives, Reindeer."
"Others can say that Geralt and I are not good at learning ancient languages due to time constraints."
"It's not like you, a demon hunter teacher who has lived for hundreds of years, doesn't know what this means, right?"
"At this point, do you still want to hide it?"
Holt's cat eyes quickly condensed, he gasped heavily, and his clenched fists made a sound of phalanges colliding.
Geralt At this moment, he also realized what the white-haired demon hunter in front of him was hiding.
"Holt, you must make things clear today."
Holt glanced at the two of them, especially after looking at Geralt's forcing cat eyes, and slowly lowered his head.
Once the seeds of doubt are sown, trust will instantly disintegrate.
"Hey... they are really two difficult guys. Why, why can't they just go according to my arrangement?"
"You want to know the answer, okay, then I'll tell you."
"The mirror in your hand belongs to Atamont, from Atamont of Asgort, the dean of Ben Ade Magic Academy, and the famous wizard Kaedwen."
""Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher" was written by him."
Geralt clamped his legs on the horse's belly and stepped forward, staring at him angrily with cat eyes and roaring in a low voice.
"You deceived me. You knew all this but said you didn't know. Holt, raise your head and look into my eyes!"
Holt did not raise his head, he did not dare to look at the other party's sharp eyes.
Geralt paused, widened his eyes, and gritted his teeth as if he understood something.
"You're using me!"
Holt raised his head suddenly, his cat eyes condensed.
"Yes, Geralt, I intend to use you, but I never intend to harm you."
"You need to give me an explanation." Geralt's eyes were cold.
Holt was startled, and then his Adam's apple rolled violently, and the whites of his eyes turned red.
The full moon was in the sky, shining on his pale and ferocious face.
The atmosphere became anxious.
After a long time, the strong emotions overwhelmed his mutated body, and his body began to tremble, and his tone was filled with sadness and regret.
"Thirty-six years, exactly thirty-six years! Do you know how you got here? I've had enough of this miserable existence!"
He poked his heart hard with his finger, "Especially when I see you, Arwen, you young demon hunters, I hate myself!"
Then he pointed to the east and roared fiercely.
"I should be like Bernjof and the others, and die in battle with those apprentices in Kyle Mohan!"
He took a breath and his voice became lower and lower.
"I shouldn't have run away, Vesemir, I shouldn't have run away."
"I regret, yes, I regret escaping from Kyle Mohan."
"If I have another chance, I will definitely stay there, and I will never let you accuse me of being a coward or a coward!"
"I want to atone for my sins, do you understand? But I... but I never have a chance..."