In the cave, moss and mushrooms grow everywhere.
Arwen briefly explained what happened to Shoemaker Village.
The faces of Geralt and Freyja changed from disbelief at the beginning to anger later.
"You mean, it was not the demon hunter who killed little Earl, but Atamont?"
"Oh, my God, if this is really what you said, this will definitely be a big event that will cause a sensation in the entire Kaedwen."
Freyja covered his lips and exclaimed.
"Yes, but it still needs to be identified by a professional sorceress healer."
Arwen took out a silver dagger. Right above the gauntlet, there was a black flying bird carved on it, which was the emblem of a footless bird.
Under the strong resentment of Mitchell, this dagger was kept intact.
There was even dark brown blood stains on the tip.
Freyja didn't shirk, brushed the dagger with his palm, and softly chanted a spell in his mouth.
The dark brown blood stain seemed to come alive and turned bright red. A drop of blood condensed from the tip of the dagger and flew into the palm of her hand.
"Buzz buzz..."
While the badge vibrated, the drop of blood trembled violently, protruding like dense spikes like a sea urchin.
Freyja's lips moved, "You can't be wrong, Kaedwen I have been in contact with all the great nobles, and I couldn't be more familiar with their blood."
"This is indeed the direct blood of the Marquis Grafiakan family."
As soon as the conclusion came out, Geralt clenched his fists, "Then everything is correct, this is a vicious conspiracy against the demon hunters!"
Holt received the confirmation from Freyja and whispered, "Damn it, Bernjof, did you hear it? The time has come for him to pay with blood."
Freyja saw that the two of them were agitated and said hurriedly, "Be careful, demon hunters, I understand your anger. This is very dangerous."
"It is almost impossible to assassinate Atamont. He is a golem master. Unless he agrees, it will be difficult for you to get close to him."
"He is also the dean of Ban Ade Magic Academy, and he has apprentices who follow him all year round, which will make your thoughts even more difficult."
Arwen remained calm, "Yes, we need to be prepared."
"However, since it's difficult to get close to Atamont, let's let him come to us. This way our chances of winning will be higher."
Holt and Geralt looked at him one after another.
Both of them reacted. Arwen said Alzur's Stone Circle. This was indeed a good way to lure the snake out of its hole.
Freyja watched as the three people tacitly chose not to speak and did not continue to explore.
As a therapist, she has very strong professional ethics, especially regarding other people's privacy, and will never use mind-reading spells at will.
Arwen continued, "It is satisfying to get rid of the culprit, but the most important point is that killing Atamont is not the end. "Monstrum, or Description of the Demon Hunter" has had such a profound impact on Kaedwen that it has even radiated to surrounding countries."
"To put an end to this completely, we alone cannot do it. Someone with a very high status must prove our innocence."
Holt lowered his eyes, "I'm afraid the only one who can do this is the Kaedwen royal family. No, it must be His Majesty the current Miodrag King."
"Only that piece of Wang family law can completely reverse the situation."
Geralt wondered, "But how do we convince King Kaedwen?"
Everyone fell into silence, and Arwen suddenly looked up, "I have an idea, I don't know if it can work..."
Two hours later.
Not far from the cave is a mountain stream.
Arwen is naked, with strong muscles as hard as a knife and an axe, and full of explosive power.
Freyja stood aside. As a sorceress and healer, she had long been accustomed to male bodies.
But the sculpture-like body of a demon hunter is still worth admiring.
One part in particular has abilities that no ordinary man can possess.
She held an exquisite small wooden box in her hand, with a yellow glass-like object lying inside.
"This is a body tempering plaster made by Temple of Melitele. A nun named Nenneke asked me to entrust it to you."
Speaking of this, she looked squarely into Arwen's cat eyes.
"I thought this thing no longer existed, but I didn't expect that the recipe was still handed down."
"As far as I know, this plaster has a very high failure rate, including the demon hunters who came out of Rissberg."
"In the past few hundred years, only a handful of lucky people have successfully transformed and barely remained rational."
"This is still using the Basilisk heart, a hybrid beast that is not even a dragon."
"As for you, just looking at the color of this ointment, it's not low-grade. At least it's the top among the sub-dragon species."
"Be careful, witcher."
"I understand," Arwen stretched out his arms. They were made from the heart of Royal Wyvern. As the top predator among dragons, his resentment is definitely much more terrifying than Basilisk.
But there was no fear on his face, "Come on, time is running out, we have no way out."
With admiration in his eyes, Freyja first placed the wooden box on a moss-free bluestone.
Immediately he raised his right palm, brushed the wooden box with his slender fingers, and sang a cappella in a high tone.
The amber crystal-like plaster was wrapped in magic power, suspended in the air, and divided into seven evenly sized pieces.
The plaster quickly flattened and deformed into a transparent gauze garment that could wrap around Arwen's entire body.
A cold feeling penetrated his body, and Arwen took a deep breath, followed by a terrifying burning sensation.
The skin begins to crack, the blood gradually boils, and the muscles and bones are trembling.
A huge and violent evil thought suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart, frantically plundering his sanity.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Arwen's face was distorted, he concentrated hard, and the effect of [Dual Souls] exploded.
At the same time, [Giant Bloodline] has opened the shackles of body functions and is frantically absorbing the energy of Royal Wyvern plaster.
He clenched his fists tightly and made a sound like exploding beans.
Ten catties, a hundred catties, a thousand catties...
The severe pain in his body made him almost unsteady on his feet.
But not enough, far from enough!
Arwen's eyes flashed with light blue luster.
The increase in mental power brought by [Hellhound Mutagen] and the practice of [Basic Meditation Lv2] have long given him mental control that surpasses that of ordinary magic apprentices.
Freyja, who was standing by, felt the spiritual power erupting from the former's body, and his beautiful eyes widened.
"This... this mental power? It has already exceeded the scope of Signs. How is this possible?"
The first time she saw Arwen, she felt weird seeing the suspended magic crystal mirror.
At that time, I was still wondering if there was a wizard secretly helping the witcher, or if someone wanted to use the witcher's help to kill Atamont.
Everything works now.
The black-haired young man in front of me is not only a demon hunter, but also a young magic apprentice.
Freyja murmured, "No wonder the technique is so rough..."
In the sea of spiritual consciousness, the gray-yellow Royal Wyvern resentment is roaring.
But countless silver chains have wrapped around its soul.
The chains kept tightening until the resentment was completely strangled and drowned.
"Boom!"
Arwen let out a long roar, like a dragon's roar, which frightened the surrounding birds and beasts to retreat, and the powerful energy and blood turned into a heat wave and swept out.
After the extreme pain, there is new life, and the cracked skin heals at a speed visible to the naked eye under the residual effect of the plaster.
You can hear the strong heartbeat in your ears, clench your hands into fists, and extremely powerful strength is condensed in your body.
He slowly raised his head, his gray-yellow vertical pupils turned completely yellow, and his voice was deep and cold.
"It's time to end..."