In Vizima's palace, Triss put down the hand entangled with magic in astonishment.
Keira shrank 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 Princelav Stesa’s name also frightened her.
Logically speaking, there are not many people in Temeria with the power revealed in their early 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 can always be avoided subconsciously.
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 cast, stunned.
"He said he wouldn't leave."
"No" Keira jumped out of the chair.
“Why does money and reputation mean that a demon hunter wants this thing? He doesn’t want to live.”
“It’s not for money or reputation, he said it’s for his own happiness. ”
“This person is crazy for being so happy”
Biting her nails, Keira walked around the chair.
"No, this must be an excuse. He definitely thinks it's not 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 can't even hope to step down as royal advisors. Just wait and wait for one day to be poisoned to death."
As she said that, Keira hurriedly walked to her laboratory. It seemed that she wanted to collect more money so that Lan En could shut up and leave Weiji. Ma.
Triss looked at her back blankly.
She intellectually agrees with Keira's guess. After all, she has lived for decades, but has never seen such a person.
No money, no power, not even the most illusory reputation.
Just to make myself happy, I have to seek justice from the most powerful earl in this country
How can there be such a reason?
How can there be 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 himself?
Triss’ hands Wrapped in magic.
Should I follow my rational thinking and, like Keira, sever ties with Lan on this matter?
In the Royal Advisor’s laboratory, Triss Caught in a dilemma.
And in the manor that covers one of the largest areas in the entire Vizima trading area, the handsome middle-aged man Princelav Stesacount.
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 count'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, and be fierce when you should be fierce.
Work hard, but never leave the nest without reason.
He himself carries out all the rules for training hounds even 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 had the currently popular puff sleeves.
"My lord, what are your orders?"
Most noble housekeepers have 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 casual instructions 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 armed men, plus two ferocious hunting dogs. Who, or who, can kill these people, I'm very interested."
"That's the demon hunter, sir"
Without a moment's hesitation, the butler easily came to a conclusion based on Ubank'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 dying and will come to Vege. Ma. I think they were killed by the one who was the real threat after sending this demon hunter."
"Oh, one person"
Speaking of this, Si. Tessa stopped his movements slightly and raised his head with interest.
"Those mutants are so powerful. I remember the demon hunter who rescued Yada. Although he was indeed powerful, his neck was torn open by the little girl's nails. What happened to the one who was captured? ”
“After he was shot with a crossbow, he was no different from ordinary people.Don't. ”
At this point, Stesa’s interest disappeared forever.
The damage performance of the crossbow is no different from that of ordinary people. He thinks this is the best for him. It's completely worthless and no longer a threat.
After all, if he wants to, the crossbows he mobilizes can shoot arrows that cover the sky.
And those mutants
p>They are both dirty and despicable.
There is no need to bother yourself because they are slightly different from ordinary people.
But. People who have achieved this level, even if they are disdainful and contemptuous in their hearts, will still be prepared accordingly.
“Ubank has good tricks, and those who can make him fall should also pay attention. Morgan, find out the identity of the real threat to the demon hunter and give me the information. ”
The butler bowed in response and asked one more question.
“Should we improve the defense level of the manor?”
Stetha even shook his head. Don’t raise it.
“Morgan, Morgan, you are making too much of a fuss. "
"There are forty warriors in full-body plate armor in this manor, and a hundred and fifty skilled warriors wearing standard armor. There are thirty people watching the basement, rotating throughout the year. Even if Foltest has a seizure and leads the city defense troops to attack, how long do you think this manor can last?"
Butler Morgan bowed in response.
"Sir, the manor I was present at every expansion of the city, which was designed from the outset for the scenario you describe. If no siege engines come in, we can survive at least a week. "
"What more can you say?"
The earl waved his hand casually, as if he was driving away a few annoying but harmless flies.
" Just a witcher. Is it possible that he can still turn the world upside down? Maybe by now, he has run out of Vizima like a lost dog."
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