Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 111. Investigating the Demon Hunter

In Vizima's palace, Triss let go of her magic-wrapping hand 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, looking anxious.

The fact that Princelav Steza's name was real frightened her too.

It stands to reason that there are not many people in Temeria who have the power revealed in their early investigations.

But the reason why the two sorceresses haven't thought about him is... If it is really him, it will be a big deal.

The worst result can always make people subconsciously escape.

It is precisely because of this that when the worst results come, people are always caught off guard.

"How did he respond?" Keira asked anxiously. "When is he leaving?"

Triss stood in the circle of casting spells, dumbfounded.

"He said he wasn't going."

"Don't go?!" Keira jumped out of the chair all at once.

"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 man is simply crazy!"

Biting her nails, Kayla paced back and forth by the chair.

"No! This must be an excuse. He definitely thinks that he hasn't given enough! He is a demon hunter, and he spends his whole life chasing after money, why wouldn't he want it?!"

"Damn it! This time, he has caught us. We have to feed him and tell him to shut up and leave. Otherwise, if Stessa knows that we have really found him, the two of us will not even be retired as the royal advisor." Don't count on it! Just wait until one day you will be poisoned to death!"

As she said that, Keira hurried to her laboratory, apparently wanting to collect more money so that Lane could shut up and leave Vizima.

Triss stared blankly at her back.

She intellectually agrees with Keira's guess, after all, she has lived for decades, but she has never seen such a person.

No money, no power, not even the most illusory reputation.

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

How can there be such a reason?
Where can there be such a person?

But emotionally, she feels inexplicably. That man is serious.

He really wants to kill an earl for the sake of a few civilian children who no one cares about!
What about yourself?
Triss' hands were wrapped in magic.

I have to follow my rational thinking, like Keira, and separate myself from Lan En in this matter?
In the royal advisor's laboratory, Triss is caught in a dilemma.

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And in the manor, which occupies one of the largest areas in the entire Vizima trade zone, there is a handsome middle-aged man——Count Prinslav Stessa.

Finally, he was sure that his "good dog" from Skelly had probably been planted last night.

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

Count Steza sat in his study, dealing with the affairs of the day.

The first thing on his desk was that Ubank left last night with the ordnance and a transfer order for the security company personnel, and has not returned yet.

Stesa uses Ubank and has been very comfortable with it.

Because this hound-handler descendant from Skellige almost thought of himself as the earl's hound.

He knew very well what kind of hunting dog the owner would be happy with, so he naturally moved towards this direction.

Docile when it should be docile, fierce when it should be fierce.

Work hard, but never leave the nest without reason.

One by one of the rules for training hounds, he himself executed them better than hounds.

So when the earl found out that his dog hadn't come back, he could be sure that Ubank was dead.

The housekeeper of the manor walked into the study room quite politely.

He was wearing a tight-fitting gown, his calves and arms were tightly wrapped in fabric, and his thighs and arms were puffed sleeves which are popular at the moment.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Most noble stewards have a kind of reserve.

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

It is more fulfilling to have a reserved person bend over to serve you than to have a sycophant.

While dealing with the documents on the table, Stessa ordered casually.

"About Ubank, is there any news about him?"

"I think he is dead, my lord."

Steza's butler, Morgan.With the same judgment as his master.

"I know he's probably dead, but who killed it? That's twenty-seven armored men, plus two ferocious hounds. I'm interested in who, or who could kill these people."

"That's the witcher, my lord."

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

"They brought back a crippled witcher last night, and they are now in the basement. Ubank also reminded you that there will be an immortal witcher coming to Vizima. I think they are After sending this demon hunter over, he was killed by the one who was really threatening."

"Oh? Alone?"

Having said that, Stessa stopped what he was doing for a while, and raised his head with great interest.

"Are those mutants so powerful? I remember the demon hunter who rescued Adda. Although he was indeed powerful, his neck was torn open by the little girl's nails. How did the one who was caught back behave?"

"After being shot by a crossbow, he is no different from an ordinary person."

At this point, Stessa's interest was gone forever.

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

After all, as long as he wants, the bow and crossbow he mobilizes can shoot arrows that cover the sky and the sun.

And those mutants?

Dirty and mean.

There's no need to worry too much about how they are a little different from ordinary people, dirtying your eyes.

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

"Ubank's tricks are good, and those who can make him fall should also pay attention. Morgan, find out the identity of the really threatening demon hunter and give me the information."

The butler bowed to answer, and asked one more question.

"Should we raise the defense level of the manor?"

Stessa didn't even look up.

"Morgan, Morgan, you're making too much of a fuss."

"In this manor, there are forty warriors in full-body plate armor, and there are a hundred and five skilled warriors wearing standard armor. There are still 30 people looking at the basement, which are rotated all year round. Even if Foltest is convulsed Now, lead the city defense troops to attack, how long do you think this manor can last?"

Butler Morgan bowed in response.

"My lord, I have been present at every expansion of the manor. The manor in this city was designed for the scenario you mentioned from the beginning. If there is no siege machine coming in, we can last at least a week."

"Then what more?"

The Earl waved his hand casually, as if trying to drive away a few annoying but harmless flies.

"It's just a demon hunter. Could it be possible to turn the world upside down? Maybe at this moment, he has already run out of Vizima like a stray dog."

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(End of this chapter)