In Vijma's palace, Triss was stunned and let go of her magical hand.

Kayla cowered in the chair behind her, not as laid-back as Lan had when they first met.

Instead, he bit his nails and looked anxious.

The fact that Princeslav Stesa's name was true also scared her a lot.

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

But the reason why the two sorceresses didn't think about him was that. If it's really him, it's a big deal.

The worst outcome is always subconsciously avoided.

It is precisely for this reason that when the worst comes, it can always catch people off guard.

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

Triss stood in the circle of spellcasting, stunned.

"He said he wouldn't go."

"Not leaving?!" Kayla sprang out of her chair.

"Why? Money? Reputation? What the hell does a witcher want this thing for!? He doesn't want to live! ”

"It's not for money, it's not for fame, he says it's for his own pleasure."

"Happy? Lose your marbles! This man is simply insane! ”

Biting her nails, Kayla walked around the chair.

"Nope! It's certainly an excuse. He definitely didn't think he had given enough! He's a witcher, he's been running around for money all his life, how could he not want it?! ”

"Damn it! This time we have to feed him and get him to shut up. Otherwise, if Staisa knew that we had really found him, the two of us wouldn't even be able to count on the resignation of the royal advisor! Wait until you are poisoned one day! ”

With that, Kayla hurried to her lab, apparently trying to scrape together some extra money to keep Lann shut up and leave Virginma.

Triss stared at her back in a daze.

She intellectually agreed with Kayla's speculation, after all, she had lived for decades and had never seen such a person.

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

Just to make yourself happy, you have to ask for justice from the most powerful earl in the country?

How can this be true?

How can there be such a person?

But sensually she has an inexplicable feeling. The man was serious.

He really wants to kill an earl for the sake of a few children of civilians that no one cares about!

And what about yourself?

Triss's hands were wrapped in magic.

Do you want to follow your sane mind and be like Kayla and dissociate herself from Rann in this matter?

In the laboratory of the Royal Advisor, Triss is caught in a dilemma.

~~~~~~

And in the manor house, which occupies one of the largest areas in the entire trade area of Virgin, there is a handsome middle-aged man - Count Princeslav Stessa.

finally determined that his "good dog" from Skaliger was probably planted last night.

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

Count Stetsa sat in his study, dealing with today's things.

The first thing on his desk was that Ubank had left the previous night with his ordnance and a list of transfers to the company's personnel, and had not returned.

Testesa uses Ubank, and he has always used it very comfortably.

Because this descendant of a dog trainer from Skelliger simply thinks of himself as the Earl's hunting dog.

He knew very well what kind of hounds his master would be happy with, so he naturally moved closer in this direction.

Be docile when you should be docile, be ferocious when you should be ferocious.

Work hard, but never leave the nest for no reason.

He himself enforces the rules of training hounds better than hounds.

So when the Earl finds out that his dog has not returned, he can be sure that Ubank is dead.

The housekeeper of the manor walked into the study with great courtesy.

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

"My lord, what do you command?"

The butlers of the nobility mostly possessed 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 let a reserved person bend over to serve him than to let a flattering person do things.

Stesa casually instructed as he processed the documents on the table.

"Is there any news about Ubank?"

"I think he's dead, sir."

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

"I know he's probably dead, but who killed him? It was twenty-seven men with armour, plus two fierce hounds. I'm interested in who, or somebody, can kill these people. ”

"That's the witcher, my lord."

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

"They brought back a crippled witcher last night, and now he is throwing it in the basement. Ubank has also warned you before that there will be an immortal witcher coming to Vijma. I think they were killed by the real threat after sending this witcher. ”

"Oh? Alone? ”

Speaking of this, Staßa stopped his movements slightly and raised his head with interest.

"Are those mutants so powerful? I remember that the witcher who rescued Yada, although he was really powerful, was actually torn open by the little girl's fingernails. What happened to the one who was caught? ”

"After he was shot with a crossbow, he was no different from an ordinary person."

With that, Stessa's interest is gone.

The crossbow behaved like a normal person, and he thought it was completely worthless and no threat to him.

After all, if he wanted to, then the crossbow he had mobilized could shoot arrows that covered the sky and the sun.

And those mutants?

It's dirty and mean.

There's no need to bother with their eyes dirty because they're a little different from ordinary people.

But a character of this level, even if he is disdainful and disdainful in his heart, he will be prepared accordingly.

"Ubank has a good approach, and those who can get him planted should also pay attention. Morgan, find out the identity of the real threat witcher and give me the information. ”

The butler bowed down and asked more.

"Should we raise the manor's defense level?"

Staisa didn't even lift his head.

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

"There are forty warriors in this manor with full plate armor alone, and one hundred and fifteen skilled warriors wearing standard armor. There are also thirty people looking at the basement, rotating all year round. Even if Foltest had a convulsion and led the city defense troops to attack, how long do you guess this manor would last? ”

Butler Morgan bowed in response.

"My lord, I have been present at every expansion of the manor, and the manor in this city was designed from the beginning for the scenario you are talking about. If there were no siege engines, we would have lasted at least a week. ”

"So what more do you say?"

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

"Just a demon hunter. Is it possible to turn the world upside down? Maybe by now, he's running out of Virgin like a lost dog."

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