Mitchell was emotional and full of despair.
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the silver dagger in his hand.
It turns out that the so-called demon hunter was actually just the plan of Atamont from the beginning.
"Two demon hunters, I beg you, can you take this silver dagger to Ard Carraigh?"
"Give it to the Chief Justice of the Royal Capital and His Majesty the King. The dagger has the blood of little Earl. It only takes a palace wizard to prove that what I said is true."
"Mr. Butler," Arwen put away the dagger, "The verdict of what happened back then has already been decided, you can leave with peace of mind."
Mitchell took a step back and was silent for a moment, "Witcher, I have one last request."
His voice was indignant and his teeth were gritted.
"Please help me witness the death of Atamont."
Arwen nodded.
Mitchell showed gratitude.
"Thank you very much, Witcher."
"Master Grafiakan, I'm sorry for not protecting little Earl."
After saying these words, as lightly as a mosquito buzzing, the illusory body still dissipated, eventually turning into starlight and floating into the endless night.
The beating badge returned to calm.
After a moment of silence, Holt spoke hoarsely.
"We found the thing, let's go back and meet Geralt."
Arwen raised his head. In addition to the smell of burning, the smell of rotting corpses was still there in the air.
"No, not yet."
Holt was startled for a moment, the corner of his mouth raised, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.
The sky is getting brighter.
Shoemaker Village.
Arwen and Holt led the horses back to the village gate again.
It was still the local dog in the village who discovered them first and barked wildly.
An old man was waiting and dozing in the farmhouse.
When he saw the two figures, his slender gray eyebrows raised upwards.
Seeing the two of them with old eyes, he picked up his crutches and slowly walked down the steps.
"Brave demon hunters, you are back and the matter has been resolved?"
Arwen glanced at the woods on both sides of the village entrance.
"Solved."
The elder stepped forward with a cane and took out a heavy purple purse from his cotton-padded coat with his left hand.
"Oh, by the gods, this is great. This is the 100 crowns agreed upon in advance."
Arwen was swept with [Alchemy Perception], and green fluctuations came from the money bag.
It's not money at all, it's poison.
And the antidote to this poison is in the elder's mouth.
Elder Xavier Seeing that Arwen had no intention of taking the money bag, his kind face suddenly fell.
"Why, do you think you have less money?"
Arwen lowered his head and looked down at the old man's rickety body.
"Old guy, you must have killed those businessmen who were passing by."
"Hellhound, can only be born in places of extreme sin."
Elder Xavier was stunned for a moment, and his old eyes gradually became cold.
"Witcher, you already know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than 20 villagers holding pitchforks and hatchets emerged from the woods on both sides.
Elder Xavier took a few steps back, "Originally, I could let you leave after you took the money, but now you know too much, I have no choice but to let you die here, strange..."
The word "fetus" has not yet been uttered.
The black-haired demon hunter quickly threw his right hand over his shoulder and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
The dark and simple sword blade had already struck the top of his head.
"Pah!"
The whole person started from the skull all the way down, the collapsed flesh was split in two, and the blood and internal organs fell to both sides like broken threads.
Arwen moved his neck, but there was no wave in the cat's eyes.
"Old man, I just want you to die in a clear way, where is the nonsense."
"Also," he stood up straight and looked at the unruly people surrounding him with Holt's amber gaze, his voice solemn.
"It saves me having to look for you one by one."
When the unscrupulous people saw this brutal scene, they were all shocked.
The person leading the group roared loudly.
"Dad! No! Folks, they killed the elder, we have to avenge him!"
"There are only two of them, how can they be afraid of so many of us? Damn it!"
"That giant sword in his hand is definitely worth a lot of crowns."
"Whoever kills him will belong to him!"
The unscrupulous people shouted, emboldened themselves, raised their weapons and charged towards the two men.
Do you dare to attack me?
Arwen suddenly rushed out, getting faster and faster, and immediately rushed into the unruly people.
The black sword light was accompanied by a sharp whistle, and a black crescent was drawn out.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the bones were destroyed.
Just a face-to-face meeting was enough to defeat the unscrupulous organization's attack.
Another small group of people went towards Holt.
Even though he is lame, with his left foot as the center of the circle, his movements are extremely flexible, like a whirlwind.
Facing the incoming pitchfork, he just turned sideways and easily dodged it. At the same time, he raised his right arm high and the sharp sword light fell,
The unruly man didn't even have time to scream, before his head was chopped off diagonally.
"Dang!"
After cutting down a rogue, Holt raised his sword to block the attacking sickle from the side.
When Diao Min saw that his sneak attack had no effect, his eyes widened, and in surprise, the sword light slashed across his throat.
Blood lines bloomed, and a gurgling sound came from his mouth.
His vision was reversed and he fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, there was another fierce slash.
Cut off the head of a cunning man again.
The blood was sprinkled on his creamy white hair, which was cold and terrifying.
Every time the sword is drawn, an enemy will be taken away with crispness, precision and elegance.
The last remaining unruly man was so frightened that he lost his soul after looking into the amber cat's eyes, and his arms holding the flail were shaking like chaff.
"Weird... monster..."
A sword roar suddenly came from behind.
"Pfft!"
The sword edge pierced his heart, and the dark giant sword was raised upwards, hanging his entire body into the sky, sliding down the sword like a skewer of candied haws.
Then he flicked the sword, and he flew out again.
"Not bad, Arwen."
Arwen Turned his wrist, shook the giant sword, and the blood in the sword slot rained down.
The noisy world has become peaceful, with only the rattling sound of Raven.
But soon, the two heard a series of noisy footsteps again.
Some women slowly walked out of the village alley.
"Did you hear it? The screams over there are gone."
"Hey, those two Monstrum must be dead. My Brook told me that there is a hooded demon hunter carrying a huge sword, which is worth a lot of money, at least 200 crowns."
"Oh? That's great. It's more than if I made 100 pairs of shoes."
"Yes, you don't have to pay taxes to the vampire lord."
The women chatted and even talked about whoever killed the witcher should get more money.
But when he walked out of the corner and looked at the village entrance, he saw two people standing in a pool of blood, like evil ghosts in hell.
Especially the hooded demon hunter, who slowly raised his head and showed a vague smile.
Leave no one behind!