Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 111 110. Investigation of the Demon Hunter

In Vizima's palace, Triss put down the hand entangled with magic in astonishment.

Keira huddled in the chair behind her, not at all as lazy and casual as when she first met Lan En.

Instead, he bit his nails and looked anxious.

The truth of Prince Lavender's name also frightened her.

It stands to reason that there are not many people in Temeria with the power revealed in their preliminary investigation.

But the reason the two sorceresses never thought about him is that if it was really him, it would be a big deal.

The worst outcome always allows people to subconsciously avoid it.

It is precisely because of this that when the worst result comes, it always catches people off guard.

"How did he respond?" Keira asked anxiously. "When will he leave?"

Triss stood in the circle where the spell was being cast, stunned.

"He said he wasn't leaving."

"Don't leave?!" Kayla jumped out of the chair.

"Why? Money? Fame? What does a witcher want with this thing!? Doesn't he want to live!"

"It's not for money or fame, he said it's for his own happiness."

"Happy? Crazy! This person is simply crazy!"

Biting her nails, Keira paced her chair.

"No! This must be an excuse. He definitely thinks he didn't give enough! He is a demon hunter. He has to run for money all his life, how could he not want it?!"

"Damn it! This time we let him catch us. We have to feed him and make him shut up and leave. Otherwise, if Stesa knows that we have really found out about him, the two of us will even resign as royal advisors. Don’t count on it! Just wait and be poisoned to death one day!”

With that said, Keira hurriedly walked to her laboratory, apparently to collect more money so that Lan En could shut up and leave Vizima.

Triss stared at her back blankly.

She intellectually agreed with Keira's guess. After all, she had lived for decades but had never seen such a person.

No money, no power, no even the most illusory reputation.

Just to make yourself happy, you have to seek justice from the most powerful earl in the country?

How can this make sense?

Where is such a person?

But emotionally she had an inexplicable feeling that the man was serious.

He really wants to kill a count for the sake of a few civilian children that no one cares about!

What about yourself?

Triss's hands were wrapped with magic.

Should I follow my rational thinking and break away from Lan En on this matter like Keira did?

In the Royal Advisor's laboratory, Triss is faced with a dilemma.

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And in the manor that covers one of the largest areas in the entire Vizima trading area, there is a handsome middle-aged man - Count Prince Prinslav Stesa.

I was finally sure that my "good dog" from Skellige must have died last night.

"It's interesting, Morgan, come here."

Count Stesa was sitting in his study, dealing with today's affairs.

The first thing that was placed on his desk was that Urbank left last night with his ordnance and a list of transfer permissions for the personnel of the escort company, and he has not returned yet.

Stesa uses Ubank and has always been very comfortable with it.

Because this descendant of a dog trainer from Skellige simply regarded himself as the earl's hunting dog.

He knew very well what kind of hound the owner would be happy for, so he naturally moved closer in this direction.

Be docile when you should be docile, be ferocious when you should be ferocious.

Work hard, but never leave the nest without reason.

He himself implemented all the rules for training hounds better than the hounds.

So when the count found that his dog had not returned, he was sure that Urbank was dead.

The manor's butler walked into the study politely.

He was wearing a tight-fitting dress, with his lower legs and arms tightly wrapped in fabric, and his thighs and upper arms with puffy sleeves that were currently popular.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Most butlers of nobles possess a kind of reserve.

This reserve does not come from their own will, but to make the owner feel better.

It is much more fulfilling to ask a reserved person to serve you than to ask a flattering person to do things.

Stesa gave instructions casually while processing the documents on the table.

"Any news about Urbank?"

"I think he is dead, my lord."

Stesa's butler, Morgan. He has the same judgment as his master.

"I know he is probably dead, but who can kill him? Those are twenty-seven armorers, plus two ferocious hunting dogs. Who, or who, can kill these people, I am very interested in."

"That is the witcher, my lord."

Without a moment's hesitation, the butler easily came to a conclusion based on Urbank's recent words and deeds.

"They sent back a maimed witcher last night, and now they are throwing it in the basement. Urbank also reminded you before that there will be a witcher who will not stop fighting to the death and will come to Vizima. I think they are After sending this demon hunter over, he was killed by the one who really posed a threat."

"Oh? Alone?"

Having said this, Stesa stopped his movements slightly and raised his head with interest.

"Are those mutants so powerful? I remember that the demon hunter who rescued Yada, although he was indeed powerful, had his neck torn open by the little girl's fingernails. How did the one who was captured behave?"

"After he was shot with a crossbow, he was no different from an ordinary person."

At this point, Stassa's interest disappeared forever.

The damage performance of the crossbow was no different from that of ordinary people. He believed that it was completely worthless and no threat to him.

After all, if he wanted to, the bows and crossbows he assembled could shoot arrows that could cover the sky and the sun.

And those mutants?

Dirty and vile.

There is no need to worry about their slight differences from ordinary people and dirty your eyes.

But for people who have reached this level, even if they are disdainful and contemptuous in their hearts, they will still be prepared accordingly.

"Urbank has good tricks, and anyone who can trick him should pay attention. Morgan, find out the identity of the demon hunter who is really a threat and give me the information."

The butler bowed in response and asked one more question.

"Should we increase the defense level of the estate?"

Stesa didn't even look up.

"Morgan, Morgan, you are making too much of a fuss."

"There are forty warriors in full plate armor in this manor, and there are a hundred and fifty skilled warriors wearing standard armor. There are thirty people looking at the basement, rotating all year round. Even Foltest I'm having a convulsion, and I'm leading the city defense troops to attack, how long do you think this manor can last?"

Butler Morgan bowed in response.

"Sir, I have been present for every expansion of the manor. The manor in this city was designed from the beginning for the scenario you mentioned. If no siege equipment comes in, we can survive at least a week."

"Then what more can you say?"

The earl waved his hand casually, as if he was driving away a few annoying but harmless flies.

"He's just a witcher. Is it possible that he can turn the world upside down? Maybe by now, he has already run out of Vizima like a lost dog."

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