bookandnovel Chapter 46 Departure
Chapter 46 Departure
"It seems you really like this one."
Vesemir sighed softly, his voice tinged with sadness.
"This is a greatsword that Bernjov tailored for himself, and very few people can wield it perfectly."
"Bernjolf?" Arwen glanced at the message from [Blade Perception]. "One of the Seven Heroes carved on the city walls?"
"That's right, he was my old buddy, bigger than a bear, but unfortunately he fell victim to the slaughter."
"Vesemir, what exactly happened back then?" Arwen put the greatsword back on the weapon rack.
Vesemir looked up. "Do you know 'The Description of the Freak, or the Witcher'?"
Alwin paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.
He had seen this booklet in a corner of the Witcher's library, and it had also appeared multiple times in The Witcher games.
It could be said that the reason why Witchers are in such a bad situation is largely due to this booklet, aside from their own reasons.
"In 1192, 38 years ago, the king of Cordwin was King Eor, a wise monarch. Because the wilderness he had opened up was infested with monsters, he upheld the royal decree issued by King Dagred in 1150, allowing witchers to practice freely within the kingdom and the marked regions, without being subject to any jurisdiction."
"But the pamphlet 'Freaks' was like a toad in a pond, sweeping across the entire Kingdom of Cordwin overnight."
"This caused the already poor reputation of Witchers to plummet, making matters worse."
"But King Io still suppressed the matter, because he and the nobles in the border regions all needed witchers to deal with the monsters for them."
"But as time went on, the accumulated contradictions grew larger and larger, and finally erupted two years later. The mob breached Kael'thas and slaughtered the seven Witchers and their apprentices who were stationed there."
Alwin listened intently; this was a storyline he had never heard of before in The Witcher series.
"That can't be right. A mob could breach Kael'thas? A fortress guarded by seven witchers?"
"You're right, they absolutely cannot conquer it with just a mob."
"But there's a mysterious leader among them..."
Vesemir fell silent.
"Wizard," Arwen followed up.
Vesemir turned his head to the side. "I was on a mission in the south during that battle, not in Kaer Morhen, and I narrowly escaped it."
"Wizards..." He clenched his fists instinctively. "That's why Kael'thas doesn't welcome wizards."
Arwen was deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time.
As far as his current education is concerned.
The Wolf School of Witchers still adhere to the dogmatic principle of protecting humanity, and sometimes they do prioritize money and profit, after all, they are engaged in life-and-death battles.
However, if they witness monsters slaughtering humans, the Witcher of the Wolf School will never stand idly by and watch them die, even if the person is poor and destitute, a vagrant, they will use the Law of Accident to collect a reward.
The Law of the Unexpected, in short, is to reward you with the first thing you see when you return home, or something you don't know you have but already possess while you're away from home.
It sounds mysterious, and you might get some unexpected rewards, but as a Witcher, I can tell you, you usually won't even get something worth a copper coin.
You're so poor you're homeless on the streets, what good stuff could you possibly have?
Those who could afford to pay would have already dismissed the witchers with gold coins.
As for the like, being born by accident is extremely rare, almost one in a hundred.
In short, witchers do the most dangerous things, but receive the most uncertain rewards.
Those ungrateful people not only don't know how to be grateful, but they also have to come up and kick us while we're down.
What kind of messed-up world is this?! Why?!
"Who is that wizard?"
Vesemir patted Arwin on the shoulder, sensing the anger in the other's heart.
"Calm down, child. It's been a long time since then. Let go of the pain."
"But……"
"My child, after the massacre, King Io was furious and even sent the governor of security to Kaer Morhen to investigate, but in the end only a few mob leaders were hanged and the matter was dropped."
After listening, Arwin understood what Vesemir meant.
The wizard who led the mob held an absolutely prestigious position in Cordwin.
Indeed, without such power, how could "Freaks" have swept across the entire country overnight?
"Some wounds will eventually fade with time, and so will glories."
"I'm not worried about Kaer Morhen's future, but about you, Arwin. Do you even remember who you are?"
Arwen's gaze met Vesemir's dark cat-like eyes.
Under the dual soul, a long-forgotten memory quietly resurfaces.
Beneath the rolling Flying Dragon Mountains, the magnificent palace echoed with shouts of battle, until fire reduced everything to ashes.
Cowell and Povis.
The word came to mind.
He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the system panel, where his name was clearly displayed.
Alwin Thyssen.
Cowell and Povis were the territories of the Thyssen family for generations.
Vesemir had already gleaned the information he wanted from the other person's expression.
He took out an exquisite round ring from his pocket.
Arwin reached out and took it. The front of the ring was engraved with a pattern of a silver arm on a red background, the coat of arms of the Thyssen royal family.
Vesemir said, "Here's your stuff back. Remember, you've become a Witcher and don't belong to any faction, but you still need to be careful about your whereabouts after you go down the mountain."
"King Ryder of Bovis and King Edie of Cowell have been searching for you for years, trying to wipe you out. Be careful."
"I see."
Vesemir smiled. "I believe you can do it. Now that you've chosen your weapons, go back and pack your things. I've also prepared all the necessary travel items for you. Let's set off tomorrow morning."
"it is good."
Arwen walked out of the armory carrying two swords. With the blessing of the Giant Bloodline, the greatswords did not cause him too much inconvenience.
Put the ring in your pocket and clench your fist slightly.
My heart was pounding in my chest, as if it were about to jump out of my throat.
Yes, his soul resides in this body.
His mother was humiliated and died, and his family's territory was destroyed. These were deep-seated hatreds etched into his bones.
"A fallen prince of a vanquished kingdom, huh..."
Alwin, with his cat-like eyes silent, chose to accept this hatred.
In his memory, Corviel and Bovis were only mentioned briefly in The Witcher games; they were a neutral country, but possessed terrifying wealth.
He now has a legitimate and reasonable right to acquire all of this, and there is no reason for him to give it up.
The moment the thought arose, my restless heartbeat quickly calmed down.
I slept soundly all the way back to my room.
The morning sun shone on the dilapidated walls of Kaer Mohan.
Vesemir and Eskar were already waiting for him in front of the suspension bridge.
The former was leading a black mare, while the latter was arranging saddlebags and muttering to himself.
"Clothing, silver chains, [swallow], [oriole], [cat]..."
Eskar weighed the money pouch in his hand. "100 crowns? Old man, has Kael Morhen struck it rich?"
"I remember you gave me 50 crowns when I set off."
Vesemir said sternly, "That's because I'm afraid you'll take too many gold coins and squander them, spending your days in those filthy places like taverns and brothels."
Aiskar put the money pouch into his bag and curled his lip.
"He's here."
Vesemir raised his forehead in greeting, and the two of them looked at the approaching figure.
He is 1.8 meters tall, of medium build, with short black hair and striking features, and a pair of sharp, piercing gray cat eyes.
Beneath the black cloak was a studded leather jacket, and two sword hilts were visible on the right shoulder, one of which was a greatsword, exuding a powerful aura.
Vesemir was momentarily stunned. This outfit reminded him of Bernyov; he did indeed resemble a witcher, but looked too young.
"Is everything ready?" Vesemir asked.
Alwin nodded.
"Let's set off then, so that Paul and the others won't cause trouble for me after they get up and see you. They'll want to leave now, just like you."
"Their temperament still needs to be tempered, at least until after the spring equinox."
Arwen inserted the silver sword into the saddlebag in the saddlebag, mounted the horse, and grasped the reins.
"By the way, you can go to Franktal, the town of the Ascent Land of Cordwin. The Temple of Meritelli there has sent word that they are moving to Temuria soon. You can visit them to resupply and help them out a bit."
Alwin nodded, indicating that he had made a note of it.
Then he and Vesemir exchanged a glance, but there was no touching farewell.
Aiskar slapped the horse's rump hard, and Arwen moved forward.
The sound of horses' hooves gradually rose and disappeared at the end of the arcade.