Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

There were a total of six people who rushed out. They all looked very young. The oldest was only in his early 20s. One was a Knight, and the rest were all Apprentice Knights.

As soon as they came out, they spread out on both sides and formed a zigzag battle formation. They stared at Heath with vigilance.

The leader of the Knights shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing in Orell Manor?"

This Knight was the oldest among them, but he was only in his early 20s. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and the way he held his sword reminded heath of the traditional and righteous Knights depicted in novels and biographies.

Heath said, "This is my manor."

What did it mean for the few of them to appear in his manor for no reason?

The leader Knight was stunned for a moment.

Then, he frowned and turned his head to ask an Apprentice Knight beside him. He saw the Apprentice Knight looking at Heath suspiciously and vaguely heard words like 'I don't know him' and 'I've never seen him before'.

The leader Knight's face instantly turned cold. "You're lying. This is Baron Orell's Knight. He doesn't know you at all!"

Heath understood after hearing this. It seemed that the real owner had returned.

He remembered that the servant who had introduced him to this manor had vaguely mentioned that this was actually a hunting manor of some noble. It seemed that this group of people should be the original owners.

The leading Knight said, "I'm ordering you to leave this place immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As he spoke, he immediately activated the life energy in his body. A layer of silver light immediately surged out from the surface of his body. However, this light was clearly still very dim. It seemed that he was a Knight who had just advanced not long ago.

Heath frowned slightly.

He looked at the sharp blades of the Knights, then glanced left and right. His gaze fell on a small tree at the side.

He took two steps to the bottom of the tree and reached out to grab it. He broke off a twig that was about two feet long.

Then, without any nonsense, he grabbed the twig and walked forward. For a moment, he could only hear a series of 'ding ding ding ding' sounds and miserable screams.

In a moment, the group of Knights fell to the ground.

The crowd was stunned.

Other than Tiffany who had seen Heath's extraordinary swordsmanship, no one, no matter if it was the girls or the Knights, had thought that the young Heath would have such powerful strength.

The Knight lay on the ground and said in shock and anger, "You... who are you?"

Heath couldn't be bothered with him and was about to bring the girls back to the house.

However, the Knight immediately struggled to stand up and raised his sword again. "As long as I'm still alive, you can't even think of stepping into this place."

Heath was annoyed.

Since it was a chaotic world now, he should speak according to the rules of the chaotic world. No one was powerful, so why should others follow the rules of the aristocracy for generations?

He wanted to teach this Knight a lesson, but at this moment...

Da da da...

A series of footsteps sounded, and a seven or eight-year-old little girl appeared at the door of the room.

"Sir Knight Spencer, what happened..."

The Knight's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted in panic, "Nina, go back, go back into the house!"

The little girl looked at the Knight, then at the Apprentice Knights lying on the ground, then at Heath, and then ran into the house.

Not long after...

Da da da!

"Quick, everyone, go out and help!"

"Knight Spencer is injured!"

"Let the women and children go back to the house!"

A series of noisy noises were accompanied by a series of chaotic footsteps, and a large group of people rushed out of the house.

Most of them were men, but there were also a few women. What was more surprising was that there were some children and even some elderly people among them. This was the first time Heath had seen these two groups alive.

They held brooms, mops, rolling pins, and other miscellaneous items. They bared their teeth and stood together with the Knights. It was as if they had a common enemy and were advancing together.

The Apprentice Knights blushed and stood up one after another.

The Knight shouted, "Go back quickly. This is not a place where you should be. The battlefield is the battlefield of the sword wielders!"

A man said, "Not anymore."

A woman said, "We can help too."

Everyone agreed.

"If the enemy dares to come up, I will let him have a taste of the rolling pins!"

"We'll do it together!"

"We'll defend this place together!"

Heath frowned.

'I just wanted to go home and sleep. Why did things become so complicated instead...'

...

Through communicating with this group of people, Heath learned about these Knights, their identities, origins, and why they were here.

These Knights originally came from different families in the Kingdom of Navi, serving different nobles.

However, in the chaotic battle earlier, their respective Lords had all died, and their families had also been destroyed. After the chaotic era had begun, it had become common for them to 'kill and exterminate'.

The Knights who had lost their Lords and families had become wandering Knights without owners.

There were many such situations at this time. Some Knights had found nobles and served them again, some Knights had become bandits, some Knights had decided to become kings, and some Knights would do some righteous things to try to help others.

These Knights were the latter.

They wandered around in this chaotic era, doing what they thought was right according to their character, fighting bandits, helping refugees, and so on.

It was probably fate.

More than a month ago, a group of refugees was attacked by bandits. A few Knights from different regions happened to be nearby, so they helped the refugees.

After this incident, these Knights with similar aspirations simply formed a group.

Once the number of people increased, it was not suitable to continue wandering around. In addition, the refugees also needed to be settled. At this time, one of the Knights proposed to go to their family's hunting village, so everyone brought the refugees over.

Then, the scene from before happened.

...

After a while, in the manor, in the study room.

In the study room, Heath was sitting in front of the desk, sorting out some information, preparing for the upcoming Wizard sprint.

Knock, knock, knock! At this time, a clear knock on the door sounded.

Heath said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Tiffany appeared at the door of the room.

At this moment, she had taken a shower and changed into a new set of clothes. Although it was just an ordinary coarse hemp skirt, her complexion was still much better.

She took out a piece of parchment and handed it over. "I have already arranged the rooms and functions of the girls. This is the work and area that they are responsible for. Do you need to take a look?"

It was impossible for Heath to manage more than thirty girls by himself. After entering the house, he chose a person in charge from among the girls. From the looks of it, this educated girl was undoubtedly the most suitable.

Therefore, after consulting her opinion, she temporarily became Heath's housekeeper.

Heath shook his head. "There's no need."

Tiffany continued, "The other refugees and Knights have been relocated to the sub-building. They don't have any opinions. Do you have any other instructions?"

After figuring out the whole story, Heath thought for a moment and proposed to give them the sub-building of the manor so that everyone could share the manor.

After all, the manor was too big for him to live in. There was no need to drive them out.

The world was already dark enough to make people despair and suffocate. It was rare for there to be a glimmer of humanity and light. It was not necessary to go up and help fuel the fire, but there was no need to extinguish it and make the world forever dark, right?

Although he did not have the ability to create light for this world, he was still very happy to see someone doing something kind.

Heath shook his head. "There's no need."

Tiffany looked at Heath. The wariness in her expression had lessened, and her doubts had increased.

She could not help but ask, "Are you... a good person or a bad person?"

Heath looked at her, not understanding.

Tiffany said, "It's illegal to buy and sell slaves. How can people be sold as goods?"

"When dealing with those slave traders, anyone with a sword should pull out their sword and turn against them. However, you are in cahoots with them, indulging their evil deeds and helping them to be arrogant."

"But just now, you sympathized with a group of homeless refugees..."

She asked in confusion, "What kind of person are you?"

Heath looked at her in surprise. He was very puzzled that she would ask such a ridiculous question.

However, looking at her age, it was not difficult to understand. Little girls liked to use simple good and evil to define the right and wrong of the world. Their worldview was clearly black and white, right and wrong.

After thinking for a while, Heath asked, "I remember that you are a noble. Do you have any servants in your house?"

Tiffany nodded. "Yes."

Heath asked again, "What do the servants do?"

Tiffany answered, "Do the laundry, cook, clean, and help with the work in the castle."

Heath continued to ask, "What about food and accommodation?"

Tiffany took it for granted and even said with a little pride, "They live in the rooms of the castle. We share the leftovers with the servants. Very few servants feel hungry."

Heath asked, "What do the slaves do? What do they eat?"

Tiffany answered truthfully, "Washing, cooking, cleaning, helping..."

Before she could finish her words, her voice suddenly stopped.

She was stunned and her expression froze.

After thinking for a while, she explained, "We are different. We are nobles. We saved people from the slave traders of Sinora, so we..."

Perhaps she realized that her explanation was too weak, so she could not continue.

Before this, there were no 'slaves' in this land, because slavery had been overthrown for hundreds of years. All slave traders were criminals who were to be executed. They were the darkness that the world hated.

Tiffany had never seen a 'slave' before this, so she would not fall into such philosophical thinking.

Heath looked at her paler and paler face with pity. 'Poor doll, think slowly.'

Then, he got up and left.

It was time to become a Wizard!