booktalesy Chapter 119 Demon Hunting Commission
Chapter 119 Demon Hunting Commission
Chapter 119 Demon Hunting Commission
The Witchers all live in Rocamorra.
Oh, by the way, this manor is no longer called Rocamora, and the plaque at the gate was long ago taken down by Holt and used as firewood in the kitchen.
As for the new name, none of them were good at naming things, so they simply left it blank and hung a plaque with a wolf's head carved on it outside.
The remains of the Seven Heroes of Kaer Morhen were also recovered and placed in coffins.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent, especially between Vesemir and Holt.
Alwin's gaze swept over the coffin inscribed with Matthew Miller's name.
He learned from Vesemir that he was a witcher brought out by Bernjof.
No wonder, no wonder he called me "teacher" when I was wielding my greatsword and preparing to strike—
A cat's eye flashed, and a strong alchemical fluctuation surged from inside the coffin.
Their bodies were made into golems, so there was no need to worry about the corpses decaying.
In fact, if he wanted to, he could easily regain control of them and get them back on their feet using the Atamon Ring.
In that case, the fighting power of the Wolf School would undoubtedly be raised to another level.
But this is undoubtedly what Vesemir and his men do not want to see.
The soul of a hero should not be disturbed any longer; let him rest peacefully in the graveyard of Kaer Morhen.
Life returned to normal.
During the day, it was the witchers' training time. Holt, dressed in a cotton coat and holding a wooden sword, taught everyone the Cat School's swordsmanship.
Vesemir watched from the sidelines, occasionally stepping forward to discuss the matter with Holt.
The issue being discussed is precisely that insidious feint in the Cat School of swordsmanship.
At night, people often heard a sharp sound.
Anna, the manor's cook, is obese, has a loud voice, and is also very moody, often throwing tantrums and yelling.
But because she could cook delicious food, everyone had to forgive her.
Training during the day and indulging in feasts at night, life was pretty comfortable.
Time flies, and December arrives, disrupting the tranquil life of the manor.
The sound of hooves grew louder as five armored knights arrived uninvited, their warhorses, adorned with metal harnesses, stopping at the manor gate.
The silver-white armor was engraved with gemstone emblems representing the destination.
The knights of Louis-Tippold did not rush in but stood guard at the gate of the compound.
A blonde woman emerged from the building and quickly entered the courtyard.
She was wearing a wool coat and a bearskin cloak, which was covered in snow.
Even when dressed in thick winter clothes, her tall figure was still undeniable as she stepped into high leather boots on the snow.
Her features were elegant, with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and skin as white as snow.
Especially her pair of bright green almond-shaped eyes were particularly eye-catching.
He carried a black horned wood longbow on his back and a dagger at his waist.
She looked to be around thirty years old, but she was dashing and radiant.
"Gentlemen, excuse me."
She was poised and graceful, offering a polite greeting that made everyone feel at ease.
The Witcher was conducting afternoon training in the courtyard and had already noticed her.
Geralt whispered, "It's Elena, the commander of the Marquis of Uphill's Protectorate."
At the last banquet, Geralt also told them about how he met the Marquis of Upper Lands.
After killing the vampire bird, the commander provided him with a great deal of assistance.
Vesemir patted Arwin on the shoulder, signaling him to go and negotiate.
Alwin nodded and stepped out of the fence.
The blonde woman loosened the ties of her cloak slightly, revealing the collar of her lace-trimmed cotton coat, bowed again, and exhaled white breath.
"Commander Elena Fiahra de Meso, it is an honor to meet you, Baron Alwin."
Arwin returned the greeting, "Me too, Commander Elena."
Elena noticed that Alwin was only wearing a thin cotton top, with steam rising from his body.
An admiring glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Is the Baron training now?"
Training is rare among nobles; for them, getting up early is a difficult task, and they also need to be accompanied by maids.
Alwin said, "As you can see, let's get straight to the point."
Elena straightened her back, really liking Alwin's direct approach to things.
It was much more comfortable to look at her than those fat, big-eared nobles with their strange, self-important gazes.
"Baron Arwin, in accordance with the laws concerning witchers promulgated by His Majesty King Miodrag on November 15th."
"The Witchers of the Kael'thas School of Morhen Wolf will assist Cordwin in the frontier clearing work over the next ten years."
"That is, what you call a demon-hunting commission."
Arwin frowned. "You mean, a monster has appeared?"
Elena nodded. "Yes, it's in the limestone mountains to the north. It takes about half a day to get there on horseback."
"The limestone mountain is a mine that was discovered two years ago in the upstream area. It is rich in various ores and gems."
"According to a report from the local mayor, monsters have been appearing in the mine, injuring several miners, and the mine has been shut down for ten days."
"If this continues, the losses will be enormous, and professional witchers will be needed to handle it."
Alwin crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and then gave his reply.
"I understand, please wait a moment."
Having said that, he turned and returned to Vesemir and the others.
"We've got work to do, everyone."
Everyone had already stood up straight, their lazy gazes turning sharp.
Witchers have a powerful hearing.
Although Arwen and Elena were a hundred paces away, they did not lower their voices, and the conversation was heard clearly.
"Arwen, let me go."
Horton was the first to raise his hand and say that he had long wanted to complete a Witcher commission on his own.
"Why should I? I want to go too."
Aiken, holding the wooden sword in his arms, stepped forward.
Paul was also eager to try.
Vesemir then said, "Alright, you mediocre swordsmen shouldn't go out and embarrass yourselves."
"Ah, Master Vesemir, you promised that we would be free to move around after we came down the mountain," Horton said, dissatisfied.
Aiken and Paul also looked at each other with resentment.
"Yes, Master Vesemir, that was agreed upon."
As for Winston, he didn't care. He was quite content to have Aunt Anna's cooking for dinner these past few days.
Vesemir stubbornly insisted.
"I'm talking about after the spring equinox, which is still a long way off."
"Besides, we'll be going back to Kaer Morhen soon, and we can't let our old buddies stay in this manor any longer."
The old buddy that Vesemir mentioned was the corpse of the Seven Heroes.
"Yes," Holt nodded in agreement, "The Blue Mountains have been blocked by heavy snow, and the roads are treacherous, but they are not impassable. I should go back and take a look."
"Young men, you can't expect us two old bones to drag these coffins back to Kaer Morhen, can you?"
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Having said all that, the young demon hunters couldn't refuse any longer.
Seeing the heads hanging down, Vesemir shook his head and chuckled.
"Want to hunt monsters? There are plenty in the Blue Mountains."
"There's a petrified lizard that keeps hanging around Kael'thas, and it's getting on my nerves, so I'm giving it to you guys to practice on."
The petrified lizard is already a formidable creature among monsters.
The young witcher's cat-like eyes lit up.
"Really?" Horton asked excitedly. "That's a good deal."
Vesemir nodded. "I have never lied to you."
Upon seeing this, Alwin knew that Paul and his team could not be assigned this task.
The light moved onto Escal and Geralt.
Aiskar met Arwen's eyes and waved his hand.
"Don't look at me, Alwin. I already promised the old man that I would spend this winter in Kaer Morhen."
Geralt shrugged. "I've been down the mountain for almost two years, and I'm thinking of going back to visit."
Alwin's lips twitched.
It's good that everyone's busy.
All of you go back to Kael'thas and let that baron go out and do his work.
But after thinking about it, killing monsters can produce mutants, so it's not entirely unacceptable.
"In that case, I'll go."
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