Geralt moved his neck with a sinister look in his eyes.
"School of the Wolf's blood cannot be shed in vain. What happened back then must be settled and we must be given an explanation."
Holt listened to the two men's determined voices and subconsciously pursed his lips.
He did not expect that the two future demon hunters in front of him would sympathize with him, a traitor.
At this moment, what Vesemir once said to Bernjof flashed through his mind.
"A witcher is a lonely hunter, but he also needs the help of his companions."
It is this concept that makes those demon hunters and apprentices of School of the Wolf stick to Kaer Morhen.
This has made him suffer so much these years, and he wants to redeem himself through revenge.
The cat's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear.
"Vesemir, they are all apprentices taught by you, I am not as good as you."
Arwen Seeing that the hearts of the three people were tied to a string, they nodded silently.
"If we want to end this matter and wash away the injustice done to us, we must know the specific story of the matter, and..."
"Motive," Geralt's white hair was blown away by the cold wind, "This is Atamont's motive against the witcher!"
"That's right," Arwen raised his forehead and focused his eyes on Holt.
"Holt, you have been pursuing this matter for so long, and you must know more secrets than we do. We need this specific information."
Holt straightened his rickety back, Maoyan no longer hesitated, as if he had regained the feeling he had in the past in front of Kyle·Mohan's long winter table.
Vesemir and Bernjof held wooden wine glasses in their hands and talked loudly about their harvest in the past year.
During the banquet, the official witcher kept walking around, holding venison and roast chicken in his hands, while the apprentices kept making noises and fights on the side.
All of this can still be returned.
"I will, I will tell you everything I know..."
Holt looked serious.
"If you want to know the motivation of Atamont, you have to go back 60 years ago, that is, 1170."
"At that time, the king of Kaedwen was still King Dagread, but he had reached the end of his reign."
"This king Vesemir must have mentioned to you that during the great pioneering era, it was he who promulgated the law that demon hunters could carry out entrusted tasks in the jurisdiction."
"He is also a king who is very tolerant of witchers."
"During that period," Holt said with a nostalgic look, "It was really the golden age of School of the Wolf. Wherever there were people, you could receive commissions, and the reputation of demon hunters was not too bad."
"Until someone appeared, her name was Cevahir Herada."
"Cevahir?"
Arwen paused when he heard this name.
"What's wrong?"
Geralt looked at him and noticed something unusual about him.
Arwen said truthfully, "I heard this name from Viscount Jennings and when I talked with Atamont. Viscount Jennings called him Lady Cevahir."
"At that time, they talked about the plan to destroy Temple of Melitele, and it seemed that Cevahir was the most happy and dedicated."
"Who is this Cevahir? The wife of Atamont? The sorceress?"
Holt shook his head, "No, Cevahir is not Atamont's wife, but Wife of Marquis Grafiakan."
"Marquis Grafiakan, among the entire Kaedwen nobles, can be considered to be among the best."
Arwen looked slightly moved.
Marquis, according to the title system, is the highest title below the king.
According to the enfeoffment system, the marquis controlled the real power and military power, which can be regarded as a state within a state.
Geralt fell into silence, the Marquis has already been contacted.
One of them is the ruler of Upper March, Margrave Luitpold Lindenbrog.
It can be said that dealing with him is quite difficult.
Holt Seeing that the two of them stopped asking questions, they continued.
"Arwen, you just thought that Cevahir was the wife of Atamont. It was not completely wrong."
"As for why she hates Temple of Melitele, just listen to me and you will understand."
Arwen and Geralt both raised their eyes and looked at him, and Holt spoke eloquently.
"Back then, Cevahir was only seventeen years old, in her prime, so naturally she didn't have the illustrious life experience she has now."
"As for Atamont's age, no one knows."
"However, at that time Atamont was already a famous warlock at Ban Ade Academy."
"The two met by chance."
"Cevahir is like a young girl in a fairy tale who falls in love with a graceful mage, and the mage also falls in love with her at first sight."
"Soon, the two fell in love."
"I just don't know why, but the two later separated."
"A few years later, news came that Cevahir married Lao De·Marquis Grafiakan."
"As for Atamont, she has not completely severed ties."
"Not long after, Marquis Grafiakan passed away, and Cevahir was pregnant and later gave birth to a son."
"The official at that time also gave a reply, calling him a posthumous son who can legally inherit the title Earl. As for the position of Marquis, as long as he grows up smoothly, it will be his."
"The Marquis is dead?" Arwen rubbed his palms, "Isn't this verdict a bit too hasty?"
Holt understood what Arwen meant, "At that time, there were rumors in the aristocratic circles that this child was the illegitimate son of Cevahir and Atamont."
"But at that time, Atamont already had a place in Ban Ade Magic Academy. With Marchioness Cevahir's identity, this public opinion was quickly suppressed."
"As for those who slandered them, they all suffered terrible revenge."
"Retribution will surely come."
Arwen opening.
Holt nodded and spread his hands.
"That's right. All big nobles are like this. This is just the cause, and the consequences will be on that little Earl."
"Whether Atamont has the ability to have children, we cannot delve into this aspect in depth."
"In short, Cevahir and Atamont love this child very much, and it can definitely be regarded as doting."
"Having a marquis family background and a godfather who is the dean of a magic academy, he has developed an arrogant and domineering character. Even a child of the royal family dares to provoke a little bit."
"Until later, little Earl was drinking in a country tavern, and he got into the mood and whipped the passing serfs with a whip."
"His followers not only did not stop him, but encouraged him, saying that untouchables should be stepped on."
"Until his whip fell on a man in black."
"The man first argued, but little Earl was used to being arrogant and domineering. He threatened that the man in black would kneel down and lick his toes, otherwise he would cut off his head and hang him on a tree."
"The man in black got angry, stabbed little Earl, and then fled."
"In the end, little Earl died due to ineffective rescue efforts."
"According to the official investigation, it is determined that the assassin of the man in black is..."
Holt The cat's eyes were silent, speaking out word by word.
"Hunting - demon - people."