From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 126 The Boy and the Snake
After taking a breath, the man who sent the message explained: "Sir Villiers arrested the witcher who came to White Orchard recently, and he accused the witcher of kidnapping the beekeeper's child!

The Sir is going to have a trial against the demon hunter in the name of the lord this afternoon, and requires all the residents of White Orchard to be witnesses for the trial! "

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White Orchard, underground cell.

A disheveled man was kneeling inside the fence. The ground was full of rotting hay, exuding a pungent stench.

He was tall and strong, but now he was exhausted.He appeared to have been beaten, as could be seen from the bruises on his face and several cuts.

He is a demon hunter who came from far away Nilfgaard, but not for any political mission, but for his own school: Viper School.

Demon hunters used to be brilliant. They used to have countless advanced technologies, exquisite alchemy equipment, and amazing school equipment, but with the passage of time, most of these have been lost.

As for this demon hunter, he claimed the task of finding the school's lost equipment blueprints from the school, hoping to create solid enchanted armor and weapons and revitalize the school.

Therefore, he traveled thousands of miles from the south to the north, and ran through countless places.Most of his mission has been completed, and the lost drawings have been found.Now he intends to find a town to rest for a while before returning to his hometown, but unexpectedly, the boy disappears just in time, and he is inexplicably arrested as a suspect.

In order to safely bring the equipment blueprints back to the school, he chose not to conflict with the local nobles, willingly let his hands be bound by shackles, and waited for a fair trial.

"Witcher, are you still awake? It's time to eat."

A childish voice sounded, with the sound of knocking on the bowl.

The man remained motionless, his eyes did not open, but he still responded suspiciously to the boy's arrival:

"Among the jailers in White Orchard, there are still people as young as you?"

The boy looked curiously at the demon hunter with his eyes closed, and said, "I'm not a jailer, I'm just here to bring you food."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then asked in a slightly expectant tone: "I heard that you are a witcher, is it true?"

The man in the cell chuckled and affirmed: "They arrested me for this. You should have heard that they accused me of arresting a child, a child about your age."

The boy wrinkled his nose. "That's Yorkjoon from the beekeeper's house. We played together. But you didn't do that, did you?"

The man knelt in the cell and moved, as if he would never have thought that a child would say such a thing.Everyone he meets these days thinks he's guilty.

"The villagers declare me guilty, and the lord declares me guilty, but you seem to think otherwise? What makes you think so, child?"

The boy bit his lips, put the food for the prisoners on the edge of the cage, hesitated and said:
"I heard a poem by a poet, his name was Dan or something...he was good at telling stories, and he sang very well. He sang about a very powerful warrior called 'White Wolf', and he said it was also a witcher people!"

The boy's voice was very excited, and he looked at the man in the cage: "The witcher he said is not like you... Do you also have yellow cat eyes? Can I see it?"

The man sitting in the prison frowned, caught off guard by the boy's request, and even found it ridiculous.he asked:

"Whose family are you a child? Your family actually let you in to deliver food to prisoners who have not yet been tried."

"Cat's eyes, show me cat's eyes and I'll tell you!"

The boy looked expectantly. He seemed to want to witness the realization of his little dream, but he didn't notice the expression of the man in the cage.

The man smiled viciously: "You said you've heard poetry, so you don't think a demon hunter is like me? No, no... the real demon hunter is someone like me!"

He suddenly widened his eyes, and Amber's eyes suddenly seemed to be two beams of fire shining from the dark prison cell.Immediately afterwards, he jumped up from his kneeling posture and approached the edge of the cage, grabbing the railing with both hands and glaring at the boy fiercely, with a hideous face.

At first, the boy didn't react to the movements of the people inside. He only felt the man in front of him flash in front of his eyes, like a poisonous snake in the forest, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards him. The cold, terrifying, and chilling aura followed him. The pounce enveloped them.

The man's eyes are not as cute as the eyes of the village cat's eyes, but more like the eyes of a cold-blooded snake without a trace of emotion.

"Ah!" The boy screamed and fell to the ground. He completely forgot that he could be protected by the fence of the cell, and ran out, scrambling and screaming all the way to the jailer for help, causing a commotion.

The man with snake eyes changed back to his expressionless and indifferent appearance after the boy walked away.He squatted on the ground and meticulously picked up the bowl and rice knocked over by the boy, then knelt back to the original place and closed his eyes to rest.

"The life of a witcher .

he murmured softly.

The boy quickly ran away, and then a jailer ran down, yelling and scolding the men in the prison in a rough voice, his expression tense.

"What's going on, witcher! What did you do to Leo?"

The man in the cage was motionless.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, the jailer seemed to shrink back, but then the jailer laughed viciously again. He remembered that he was a jailer, and the bound hands of the man in the prison gave him courage.

"Ha, witcher, don't you only bully children? It is said that you are warriors who can beat griffins? I don't think it's anything special."

As if to cheer himself up, the thin, sickly jailer belittled the witcher, mocking the experience of the witcher surrendering without a fight and being imprisoned, and mocking his cowardly personality in the cage where he couldn't fight back.

Finally, the jailer laughed sinisterly: "I... have always wanted to find a demon hunter to compete with."

The jailer took the iron chain from the torture frame on the side, and was about to open the cage, wanting to teach the yellow-eyed monster a good lesson.

But at this moment, shouts suddenly came from the stairs, and soldiers came down soon, just in time to stop the jailer's next move.

"Sir Villiers wants to see the witcher, and his trial begins."

Facing the lord's guards, the jailer didn't straighten his bent back. He hastily put down the chain in his hand, turned around to open the demon hunter's cage, and roughly tore out the people inside.

A serious trial court can only be found in large cities, and the White Orchard is a farming area that includes multiple villages.Although it can be regarded as rich, there is definitely no political venue at the level of the Inquisition Chamber.

Therefore, in order to reflect the formality of this trial, the lord of White Orchard, Sir Viriles, deliberately set up a beekeeping facility for the beekeepers in the bee farm of White Orchard Village, which is where the "victim" worked. sheds and seats.

At this moment, Sir Willis is sitting on an extra high seat, looking down at the villagers who are constantly gathering here from afar.

This trial was a whim of Sir Virileth, because he met a witcher he had never seen before.This is also the first time he has "delivered justice" for his subjects, and the first time he has presided over a serious trial, so he attaches great importance to it.

There are not many guards around him, only about ten of them.After all, this place is next to the capital of Temeria, so there is no need to worry too much about safety.

After looking at it for a while, Sir Viriles said softly, "Steward."

A middle-aged man with a big belly immediately came up to him and bent down so that he could hear what Lord Jazz said clearly.

"The Lion of Cintra, the Earl of Lannister seems to be in the White Orchard, do you know about this?"

"Yes, sir." The butler rubbed his big belly, which made him bend over very hard, "Some guards at home seem to have seen them appearing in the White Orchard Hotel, and they probably want to see the king."

Sir Viriles nodded and held out his hand.The bartender at the side naturally stepped forward to pour him wine with discernment.

"His Majesty Foltest doesn't seem to want to see him very much."

"Master, what do you mean?" The old butler sweated slightly on his forehead, "We... ignore him?"

"Fool!" the Lord of White Orchard reprimanded, "That's an earl, how could he be so rude!"

The butler bent his waist even harder, and the flesh on his stomach was almost squeezed out of oil.

"Let the messenger go to receive them, but don't arrange too high a standard, just entertain him according to the viscount...no, the baron's standard. It should be able to convey the meaning for His Majesty, let him go early."

"Of course, my lord." The steward praised, "Your wisdom is unrivaled. His Majesty the King will be pleased to have a subject like you."

Sir Willis nodded, and asked again: "Have the guards gathered the leaders and travelers? I want merchants and bards."

The steward replied: "Of course, they are coming here continuously. Passengers will spread your wise and fair trial to the whole northern border. From now on, your surname will be prefixed with 'justice' or 'love the people'." title like a son."

Sir Willis drank the wine in his glass with satisfaction, stretched out his hand again, and asked the bartender to refill himself while shouting at the guard beside him: "Where's that yellow-eyed freak? Why hasn't he yet?" bring it here!"

A guard ran over in a hurry and reported while wiping his sweat: "My lord, please wait a little longer, we have...they are here!"

Sir Viriles looked towards the line of defense pointed by the guards, and sure enough, he saw the prisoner he was waiting for.

Then, he looked down at the villagers present.He had already ordered all the villagers to gather here to witness the trial. Although he was very unhappy that they were not present, it was enough to satisfy his vanity.

(End of this chapter)