On the lawn in front of the three people, a spot of light cut through the darkness and grew larger, forming an oval aperture two people high.
A figure walked out of it, and the strong wind sucked into the aperture also dissipated.
"Damn, why is it so dark in here?"
"Geralt, what happened?"
A sharp voice came.
Arwen looked at the other party's appearance and was slightly surprised.
In his memory, sorceresses transformed their appearance through magic, and they were often young and beautiful, just like the immortals in paintings.
But the woman who walked out of the teleportation array did not have a beautiful appearance, nor did she look young.
Her face shape is very similar to Nenneke, very round, with stretched eyebrows and bright eyes, giving people a friendly feeling.
Geralt took a step forward and said straight to the point, "Freyja, we need your help."
"We?"
"Pah!"
Freyja lightly snapped her fingers, muttered a spell, and a red-white light spot like a firefly flew out from her fingertips.
The light source illuminated the surrounding area for several meters. Freyja glanced at the peepholes of the three people in front of him and said with interest.
"Tsk, tsk, three demon hunters, it's really rare to see them."
"Huh?"
She looked at the white-haired middle-aged demon hunter standing next to Geralt, her tone filled with surprise.
"You... you are Holt, are you still alive?"
The vigilance in Holt's eyes disappeared, and his expression became awkward, "Ms. Freyja, long time no see."
Arwen and Geralt looked at Holt with inquiring eyes.
After all, he was very repulsive to sorceresses just now.
Holt coughed dryly, "She has treated me before."
Freyja smiled and said, "That happened a long time ago. You don't need to take it to heart. It's normal for doctors to save people."
"That's okay. Basically everyone present is acquaintances. There is only one person I don't recognize."
As he said that, Freyja looked at Arwen.
"My name is Freyja Natraven. What about you, the young black-haired witcher?"
"My name is Arwen, Ms. Freyja. It's an honor to meet you."
Arwen saluted slightly.
Freyja A little surprise flashed across his eyes. Demon hunters who understand noble etiquette are rare.
She returned the gesture, "Me too, Mr. Arwen, it's an honor to meet you."
After the introduction, Freyja stood up straight.
"Geralt, you used the necklace to summon me. The matter must be urgent, so we won't chat anymore."
"To be honest," she paused for a moment, full of curiosity and scrutiny, "I'm very interested in the things you need my help now. What is the problem that even three demon hunters can't solve together?"
Geralt said seriously, "This matter is very complicated and dangerous."
Seeing this, Freyja put away his casual attitude and became serious.
"Tell me, I owe you a favor."
Geralt gestured to Arwen, who walked out from the three of them and took out the magic crystal mirror.
"We need you to restore the image of this magical crystal mirror."
Freyja took the mirror and a fleeting light flashed in his eyes.
When the palm of your hand brushes against the mirror surface, the lines representing air, fire, water, and earth on the frame light up brilliantly at the same time.
"There is a spiritual mark in this mirror. It should be a program to self-destruct the mirror, but it was forcibly erased."
"Well, the method of forcibly terminating it was very crude. It must have been a magic apprentice. However, there shouldn't be any big problem in restoring the image."
Freyja Speaking of this, Geralt glanced at Arwen secretly out of the corner of his eye.
Holt was also slightly stunned.
Magic apprentice, where did the magic apprentice come from?
Arwen was expressionless and did not explain much.
Freyja turned over the mirror and saw the coat of arms on the back of the mirror.
"Legless bird?" Her expression became strange, and she suddenly raised her head, her tone becoming extremely cautious and warning.
"Do you know whose thing this is?"
The three of them did not speak, but from their expressions, Freyja had already obtained the desired result.
She paced back and forth, "You really have found a good opponent."
Geralt said with bitterness, "Freyja, if you are worried, we will not force you."
"Haha..." Freyja rolled his eyes at Geralt, "Geralt, you are still the same as you were a few months ago. You look cold and ruthless on the outside, but you are full of enthusiasm."
As she said that, she secretly glanced at Arwen and Holt.
The eyes of these two people are very sharp.
If she refuses this matter, these two people will definitely force her to stay at such a close distance.
"When you were Lakeside March, I made you fall into the fight between the Marquis and Earl. Now you give me back the dean of the magic academy, which can be regarded as a settlement."
"I will restore the image in this mirror. It will take three to four days."
"What about you? How are you going to deal with Atamont? His golem attainments are few in the entire continent."
"Golem?"
Arwen surprised.
Freyja explained, "A big guy created using magic."
"They don't think, they just follow their master's instructions."
"To put it simply, it's a magic puppet."
"But Atamont's golem is not simple, just like the topic he is currently researching, the wisdom golem."
"He tried to combine animals with golems. This is no longer a simple procedure, but gives the golem a certain ability to make independent judgments. This is a key project of Ban Ade Magic Academy."
"I remember that half a year ago, Atamont presented a sub-dragon demon statue to His Majesty King Miodrag, which was transformed from a flying lizard."
"Flying lizard?"
Holt and Geralt narrowed their eyes. This thing is very scary. It has almost all the abilities of a flying dragon, including spraying flames.
It can be seen that Atamont's golem attainments are indeed extraordinary.
Arwen heard this and said.
"Ms. Freyja, how long has Atamont been researching the subject of the wisdom golem?"
Freyja touched the cuff of his left hand with his right hand and thought for a while, "It's been a long time, a very long time. It seems to be the King Dagread period?"
"No, it could also be when Ewin is king."
"King Ewin, the son of King Dagread, reigned more than forty years ago, around 1190, so that's right."
Arwen murmured to himself, these are what he saw from "A New Account of the Kingdom of Kaedwen".
He took a step forward and said to everyone.
"I have seen some records from Kyle Mohan's library, about Alzur, the ancestor of the demon hunters."
"It records Alzur's experiments that year, not only the creation of the demon hunter, but also many life-changing experiments."
"Among them are lizards and centipedes. Through mutations, their bodies have become huge and powerful. They obey their master's orders unconditionally. As living beings, they also possess a certain amount of wisdom."
"This has many similarities with Atamont's current topic."
"I think Atamont is probably interested in this."
Geralt also thought of this.
He had also read this book about Alzur in the library.
This is even more true for Holt, Youyou said, "If your guess is true, then the person who assassinated little Earl, no matter who he is, will be arranged to be a demon hunter."
"Then, in line with Marchioness Cevahir's status, the book "Monstrum" will be promoted nationwide without any resistance."
"Inciting the mob to attack Kyle Mohan is just a matter of smooth flow."
"That's right." Arwen nodded.
Freyja listened to the conversation of the three people and suddenly spoke.
"Wait, Lady Cevahir? Are you talking about the little Earl who was killed back then?"
"Ms. Freyja, do you know about this?"
Freyja raised his hand to tuck the hair from his forehead behind his ears.
"Of course, this matter made a big fuss back then. Marchioness Cevahir summoned all Kaedwen doctors to the royal capital, including me."
"At that time, little Earl was hit with a sword in the abdomen, but judging from the size of the wound, it was not a long sword, but a dagger."
"I still remember the scene where Lady Cevahir was furious and threatened to cut the murderer into pieces."
"Even that village was completely massacred by the horse bandits she secretly ordered."
"Tu Cun? Where is that village?"
Arwen asked.
Freyja recalled briefly, "If I remember correctly, a village was rebuilt there shortly after the massacre, called Shoemaker Village. If you want, you can go there to look for clues."
"Shoemaker Village..." Holt looked to the south, "I know where it is, at the border of Upper March leading to the royal jurisdiction."
Geralt shook his head, "Forty years is too long, I'm afraid there won't be any evidence."
Holt lowered his eyes and agreed with Geralt's words.
"No," Arwen thought for a moment and suddenly spoke.
"It's still possible."