The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

Modus: "Boss, there's been no movement in that house."

Marvin: "Is there anyone inside?"

Modus: "Yes, one person. But there seems to be a basement in the house, and the infrared mode can't see the basement. Do you need me to go in?"

Marvin: "No, just watch from a distance."

Modus: "Understood.ψ(*｀ー´)ψ"

After communicating with Raven, Marvin finally waited for the guards to lead him into the palace.

The guards' equipment had changed slightly. The decorative armor against the wall had disappeared, most of the equipment had been replaced, the pattern on the ground had aged a lot, and the building structure in some places had changed a little...

This was no longer the Vizima Palace that he was familiar with.

Marvin collected his thoughts and followed the guards into the meeting room.

He looked at the four nobles around him, the familiar man in the corner, and the strange young king on the throne.

Marvin nodded to the king and took out a letter, "This is a letter from Calanthe."

He looked around, the nobles were stunned, the king was stunned, and Vernon Roche was stunned. He had to put the letter into the guard's hand and motioned him to go up and give it to the king.

The guard was a little panicked and at a loss.

There is an oil painting hanging at the end of the stairs on the third floor of the Vizima Palace. The painting has been hanging there for nearly a hundred years. Anyone who can go up to the third floor can see it, and they will see it every time they go upstairs.

It is a portrait of King Goydma's family, including the prince Amavit who has been missing for nearly a hundred years.

Marvin didn't know where the painting was in the palace, but it seemed that these people recognized him, which was good.

When footsteps sounded, Vernon Roche reacted first. He came over to block his king, took the letter from the guard, and drove him away.

The guard was as if he had been pardoned, and quickly left, and cleverly closed the door before leaving.

Although the noble ministers were also awake, no one could take the initiative to speak.

Foltest stood behind the blue iron guards, pointed at Marvin and asked with a lack of confidence: "You, you, you, who are you?"

"Oh, it seems that you recognized me." Marvin said lightly, "The son of His Majesty Goydemar, Amavit."

Unlike the ministers, as a king, Foltest knew more stories or legends about the prince.

Intelligent, genius, extremely excellent magic talent...

Dare to cross the Velen wilderness when he was a teenager, and learn magic from the dean of Aretusa Academy...

Destroyed countless powerful monsters in Temeria alone...

Finally disappeared...

In short, the older the legend, the more outrageous it is. He didn't believe it before, until now...

Even if only half of those legends are true, it is exaggerated.

What does this former prince want to do when he comes back? The two are so close now, what should he do?

The king can't remember to verify whether the identity is true or false, and he can't remember the letter from Cintra.

Alas... I'm still too young and haven't experienced any ups and downs...

The more the young Foltest thought about it, the more afraid he became, and the more afraid he became, the angrier he became.

He finally couldn't suppress his fear and anger, and stood up, pointing at Marvin and asking, "What on earth are you going to do?"

Marvin calmly pointed at the king with his finger, "You, sit down! First, I'm not interested in the chair under your butt..."

Foltest was so angry that he shouted, "Shut up!"

Bang, the door of the meeting hall was knocked open from the outside, and a group of palace guards rushed in and surrounded the entire meeting hall under the command of Vernon Roche.

Marvin waited until the scene was quiet before continuing, "Second, I delivered Calanthe's letter."

He didn't even look at the soldiers around him.

"Third, there is a second letter..."

He threw his hand and shot an ice arrow, which whizzed across a distance of nearly ten meters. Before anyone could react, it brushed the king's arm and nailed it to the back of the throne with a snap.

A piece of parchment dangled on the ice arrow...

"My own letter."

Swish~

Vernon Roche drew out his sword in response and pointed it at Marvin. He was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He didn't even have a chance to react to the blow just now.

In other words, if the young man in front of him really wanted to kill someone, he would be powerless to stop him.

The four noble ministers rolled and crawled back to hide, and the guards held swords and shields and surrounded them carefully.

Swish~

The enemy in the encirclement disappeared.

Click, click, footsteps sounded outside the encirclement...

Everyone looked back and saw only a figure with short silver hair walking out of the door of the conference hall, turning a corner, and disappearing.

The guards closest to the door hurriedly chased out, and saw the man flash, flash again, and finally walked out of the palace...

A guard ran back stupidly and reported: "Your Majesty, he's gone..."

Huh...

A unified long exhalation sounded in the conference hall.

Foltest sat back on the throne, then stood up suddenly and looked at the backrest.

Snap, the ice arrow shattered into a ball of ice mist, and the parchment fell.

The king reached out to catch it, read the words on it, and sat down again...

...

Ned had been bored for a while outside the palace. After the guards rushed in, he was left unattended.

Marvin jumped on the horse and pointed in a direction, "Run!"

He was a little disappointed with this trip to the palace.

He originally thought that if Foltest's attitude was better, he would not be stingy with staying for a few days to help him solve the problem of the "Vampire Bird" in advance.

But the chair is indeed very attractive in the eyes of ordinary people...

As for the fact that the people of Temeria say that Foltest is a good king?

What does that have to do with Marvin? Whoever loves him, loves him!

In the plot of the game The Witcher 1, Foltest fell in love with his sister Adda. For love, he even wanted to make Adda the queen, which caused an uproar.

Minister Otrest also liked Princess Adda, but the king was the most important.

So, Otrest secretly did something bad and cursed Adda with black magic.

When she was cursed, Adda was already pregnant. Then, she gave birth to a stillborn baby and died herself.

After an unknown period of time, the stillborn baby turned into a monster "Vampire Bird" in the grave.

Vampire Bird likes to eat people, making Vizima restless.

King Foltest felt sorry for his daughter and did not allow anyone to kill the Vampire Bird, so Vizima became even more chaotic.

The Knights of the Flaming Rose took advantage of the situation and secretly formed the Salamander Gang to launch a rebellion to overthrow the king.

Then comes the story of how the White Wolf Geralt lifted the curse and punished the evildoers.

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Vizima Palace, Council Hall.

The guards were all driven out, and only six people remained.

Several people had circulated Marvin's threatening letter.

Fortunately, it was not intended to threaten Temeria, but was actually very beneficial to Temeria.

The four noble ministers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Foltest rubbed his forehead hard and asked, "Is Emhyr var Enreis really dead?"

No one answered, and it was terribly quiet.

The king also knew that he had asked a stupid question. He shook the parchment in his hand and asked, "Then who knows, who is this Safra?!"

The four ministers shook their heads, and even Vernon Roche, who was standing next to them, shook his head.

"Alas..." The king sighed and began to give orders directly: "Otrest, you are familiar with the things outside, go and check it out! Verelard, you check Vizima."

The two saluted with their hands on their chests, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

When walking out, Otrest's legs were weak and he staggered for a while. It was Verelard who helped him up and didn't fall.

Foltest waved his hand tiredly, "Let's go..."

After saying that, he stood up and walked away without waiting for a reply, and Vernon Roche quickly followed.

The other two ministers behind him were still saluting: "Your will, Your Majesty."

Foltest kicked over the flower table next to him and walked out of the door roaring: "My will? My will is useless!..."

After walking a few steps in anger, the king suddenly stopped his most loyal guard and said: "You go follow that man until he leaves Vizima."

"Your Majesty..." Vernon Roche lowered his head and asked: "Then your safety..."

"Get lost!" The king pointed at the palace gate and cursed, "Does it matter whether you are here or not?"

After two seconds...

"Vernon..." Foltest stopped the blue iron guards, "Call Tal to see me, and... bring more people."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

...

Marvin rode on the unicorn and looked at the large manor on the side of the road.

It was indeed much more magnificent than his previous small house, and there were many beautiful trees planted.

It seems that the noble lords living here are not only of noble status, but also quite wealthy.

However, this place has nothing to do with him at all.

Modus: "Boss, that guy is out, and it looks like he's going into the woods."

Marvin: "Just follow him from a distance, I'm going to fight."

Modus: "Oh."

The unicorn spread its four hooves, raising dust...

...

In the Vizima Palace, Triss Merigold walked through the garden and headed towards the palace castle.

She is very annoyed now.

It has been more than half a year since she was recruited from Maribor to Vizima, and she is getting more and more annoyed.

Foltest doesn't trust spellcasters very much. She can't find any political allies in this city, and it is difficult for her to even get news from the palace. She is like a marginal person.

If this continues, she might as well go back to Aretusa to teach.

When she first came to Vizima, she would be a little excited because of Foltest's summons.

But not now, who knows if there are rumors of ghosts in some broken place again?

Triss picked up the corner of her robe, stepped on the stone steps, adjusted her tightly wrapped green robe, covered her beautiful waist and hip curves, and walked into the palace.

This was the result of the nobles complaining about her improper dress several times.

Green was her last stubbornness in dressing. She would never wear a black robe, never!

Click, click, the high heels made a crisp sound on the stone floor.

Oh, yes... high heels too, she would never wear wrinkled leather boots, that was too bad!

"... That's how it is." Foltest sat on a chair in the small reception room and glanced at the pretty face of the sorceress, which had a few playful freckles on it, but the fiery red curly hair still disgusted him.

Maybe when he saw the red hair, he would remember the first time he met her, when he saw this sorceress throwing fireballs...

The red hair seemed to be mocking his cowardice when he was young, and he was actually scared to tears by the magic flame...

The sorceress stood honestly, without any movement or expression, she was waiting for the final instructions of His Majesty the King.

"You and Vernon Roche go with that man. He is also a spellcaster. We need the power of magic."

Foltest waved his hand, "Go find Vernon Roche. He has already left."

Triss bowed slightly, "As you command, Your Majesty."

……

Marvin stood in front of a stone mansion, which was the residence of the Knights of the White Rose. There was a shield with a white rose emblem hanging on the door, the same as the emblem on the chests of the two knights outside the door.

However, none of these two squires had been seen yesterday.

Let Ned stop under the maple tree by the road, like a tied horse.

He whispered to him about what might happen later and discussed how to deal with it.

Then, Marvin walked towards the mansion.

The two squires saw that they didn't know the person coming, so they stretched out their hands to stop him and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Your deputy commander bought a horse from me, and I brought the horse here." Marvin tilted his head to indicate the big black horse outside the fence not far away, and asked, "Is Deputy Commander Jaques here?"

The two knights looked at the majestic black horse on the side of the road, envious, and looked at each other again.

"The deputy commander is here." The attendant on the right said, turning around and opening the door, "Let's tie the horses there first, you come with me."

It's good to have people here, and it's even better to have someone to lead the way.

Marvin followed the attendant into the door.

From the outside, this building looks like a mansion, but the interior furnishings are completely different.

Along the way, Marvin saw a dozen knight attendants wearing leather armor and chain mail. Although they were sloppy, they were at least well-equipped.

On the wall hung decorative weapons such as long swords, shields, flails, and white rose emblem flags.

But to say that this place looks like a military fortress, it doesn't look like one.

Expensive furniture can be seen everywhere, and there are maids in uniform cleaning. The attendants would flirt with the female workers from time to time.

Creak~

The knight attendant leading the way pushed open the door, and inside was a hall, which was very lively.

The long dining table occupied the center of the hall, and there were several small square tables on both sides, with chairs and benches scattered between the tables.

A blazing fire burned in the huge fireplace on one side, driving away the chill of late winter.

A dozen people were sitting in a mess, including attendants in armor, small nobles who tried their best to maintain etiquette, and wealthy businessmen with a mercenary look.

They were either eating, chatting in groups, or playing cards for entertainment.

At the end of the long table, three knights in plate or chain mail were discussing something in a low voice.

In the center was the deputy captain Jaques, whom Marvin had met. He really looked more like a captain.

The knight attendant who led the way walked over quickly, bent down and whispered a few words to the deputy captain.

Jaques looked up and was stunned when he saw Marvin, and then noticed that he didn't have the sword he saw yesterday hanging on his waist, and smiled with satisfaction.

He secretly cursed Safra for his incompetence, but at the same time he felt that the other party was still scared.

Look, he rushed to deliver the horse early in the morning.

He was a little unhappy that he still had to spend money to buy it, but couldn't he still bargain for it?

Jaques came over with big strides, smiling cheerfully, as if he was really an upright and sincere knight.

Marvin also took two steps forward, without any expression. He didn't care who the other party was. He came here today for only one purpose...

The two were getting closer and closer, and Jaques finally realized something was wrong.

His hair stood on end, and he stopped and shouted: "Enemy..."

But it was too late. Marvin took a step closer, and pulled out the Gus pattern from the void with his right hand.

Bang!

Between the two, a burst of red magic suddenly broke out in Jaques's hand.

The huge thrust pushed Marvin back two steps, but the damage was very limited.

And Jaques was blown back by the impact of his own magic energy, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the whole person rolled backwards.

"Ah!~~~" The women in the hall burst into high-pitched screams, and the small nobles and wealthy businessmen either fled in fear, or were crawling under the table, or were stupidly stunned in the same place.

The followers rushed forward with swords, shields, and stools.

A knight at the end of the long table stood up to help his deputy leader, while another knight jumped onto the long table and rushed towards Marvin.

Marvin didn't expect that this guy in plate armor could actually cast magic.

No, it wasn't magic. To be more precise, it was like a psychic's way of casting spells, which was very crude.

However, judging from the brief encounter just now, Jaques's physical attributes were not low, at least his strength and agility were stronger than Safra's.

Marvin was stunned for less than a second, and a knight and the surrounding followers had already surrounded him.

The knight on the long table raised his sword with both hands and jumped down.

Marvin opened his left hand and suddenly clenched his fist.

Bang! A 360-degree ice-blue breath burst out.

The five followers were immediately frozen into ice sculptures, and the knight who jumped down was also covered with a layer of ice crystals, falling like a broken doll.

If he was not absolutely sure, Marvin would never jump up in a battle.

In close combat, you must have a firm footing! Jumping up to fight is simply courting death.

Guswen took advantage of the situation and slashed upward, cutting the knight who had not yet landed into two pieces, including his armor.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" Jacques knew that he had hit a wall. Even though he had his sword and shield, he still stood outside and asked.

First, he did have questions, and second, delaying time, allowing his men to consume the enemy's physical strength, and asking questions can also distract the enemy's attention.

The enemy is only one person, and now there are at least 30 strong young men and 4 knights from the White Rose Knights.

Oh, there are only 3 knights left.

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