6kv Chapter 102 The Right Choice
Chapter 102 The Right Choice
Chapter 102 The Right Choice
Marquis Louis-Polder raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and emphasized his words.
"To tell you the truth, Geralt, you killed my men, broke our agreement, and left without saying goodbye."
"I hate you to the core, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Geralt squinted.
More than half a year ago, he traveled around Brunan Castle and took on many witch-hunting commissions along the way, making him a witcher who has regained his fame after many years.
At that time, a nearby mine was being attacked by a monster, and many miners died.
So the Marquis of Louis-Boldt sent his bodyguard to him, who entered Brunan Castle and met with the Marquis of Louis-Boldt.
At the time, Geralt was a novice, adhering to the core tenets of the Wolf School of Witchers: to protect humanity. He quickly agreed to the Marquis's commission to hunt witches.
However, this can be verified through a series of investigations and inquiries.
He discovered that the vampire bird was the daughter of a noble father and daughter born from incest.
Later, the daughter escaped the control of her abusive father or grandfather, ran away from the city, and encountered the Marquis of Louis-Pold, who took her in.
A melodramatic story unfolded: a middle-aged man fell in love with a young girl who was fleeing from war, and the girl also relied on the man for everything, trying her best to please him.
The marquis quickly became infatuated with women, neglecting his wife and daughters.
Geralt initially thought it was a nobleman hiding in the city who was jealous of his daughter's current status and had secretly placed this curse.
But he had to remain neutral, and it was impossible for him to sneak into the city and kill the other party.
So they had no choice but to target the evil vampire bird with their solutions.
Unfortunately, he was not yet the seasoned Witcher who had weathered a series of twists and turns and stormy seasons, nor was he Geralt who could lift Princess Ystha's curse.
He was afraid when he fought the vampire bird.
Fear instantly shattered his mental fortitude.
He forgot all about lifting the curse and beheaded the monster with a single sword stroke.
The vampire bird's body transformed back into the girl's snow-white and delicate body.
Strangely, he discovered fish scale marks on the girl's body.
This was only found on the loom of the Marquise Louise Porte.
This curse was not cast by that incestuous nobleman father.
It was jealousy, the jealousy of the Marquise Louise Pold.
Although this is how the Marquises rose to power.
But he still didn't tell the Marquis about it, after all, they had a lovely daughter.
He didn't want to see his wife and daughter kicked out of their home and left to wander the streets.
Besides, this is someone else's family matter.
With the help of the guards, he quickly left the uphill marker.
The mines returned to their former life, and the miners sang praises of Geralt's merit in vanquishing the monster, songs that would one day be sung by bards.
After recalling the events, Geralt murmured, "I haven't forgotten."
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Marquis Louis-Pold snorted.
"That's for the best."
"You should understand that as a marquis, I have the power to send my knights to hunt you down, even if my bodyguards praise you highly.
"But I didn't do that. Even though I was furious, hated you, and even wanted to smash your skull and make it into my new Witcher's goblet, I still chose to let you go."
"Because I know that if the vampire birds continue to wreak havoc on my mine, the losses will be far greater than what a single lover can bear."
"I made the right choice."
"My decision not to raze the Temple of Meriteli to the ground immediately is enough to prove my magnanimity and fairness."
"Give some advice to the elderly men and companions around you; enough blood has been shed back then and now."
"Lady Seville made the right choice by not using magical artifacts to save Atamon. Now it's your turn."
"I believe the judge in the capital will deliver a fair verdict."
"At the same time, I will also propose to His Majesty that the book 'Description of Freaks, or Witchers' be abolished and a decree be issued to clear your names."
"The reason is simple: the days of border expansion seem endless, and monsters in the forests and swamps are constantly lurking. I need specialized hunters."
Marquis Louis-Pold spoke earnestly, and the Witcher fell silent.
Vesemir lived through the golden age of witchers and met many nobles and even kings.
He understood the Marquis Louis-Pold's unspoken meaning, especially in the last two sentences.
First, he wanted to recruit them, hoping to get the wolf school's demon hunters to work for him.
In this current situation, only a powerful border marquis has the strength to defy public opinion in Cordwin.
Now is the perfect time for him to use his power to subdue them.
Secondly, whoever killed Atamon should come forward, while he would pretend he didn't see the others.
After all, the deceased was the dean of the Ban Ade Magic Academy, so they had to bring someone back to report to the king.
Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief; in the past, this would have been one of the right choices.
I took half a step forward, but—
Geralt, with his white hair, had already walked up to him first, as had Escal.
They were no longer witch-hunting apprentices staying in the mountains; they had all guessed what Marquis Louis-Pold meant.
Geralt's voice was firm.
"Old man, we did this together, we killed the people together, there's no reason for you to take the blame alone."
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Eskar raised his head, his brown hair flowing, his face still bearing the horrific sword scars that would later appear, and his demeanor was composed.
"Anyway, I'm used to living in Kyle Morhen. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to experience the nomadic life that Horton talked about."
Paul and Aiken behind him were completely bewildered. They had just been negotiating, so how did things suddenly become so tense?
But now that things had come to this point, they all gripped their sword hilts tightly.
If you want the old man dead, you have to step on their corpses.
"good!"
The gray-haired Vesemir raised his sword, his cat-like eyes gleaming with disdain.
He had never felt so refreshed since the fall of Kaer Mohan.
"Marquis, you see the situation. Draw your sword."
Marquis Louis-Pold shook his head. "Stubborn fool, what a waste of breath."
Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the mist behind them.
The sounds of shouting and screaming could be faintly heard mixed in with the noise.
"My lord, my lord!"
With the Cat's Eye and the Cat Potion in effect, Vesemir gazed at the panicked figures in the distant mist.
A subtle smile played at the corners of his lips.
This kid has finally made some noise.
The Marquis of Louis-Pold turned around and shouted, "What's going on?"
A lightly armed rider came running at the sound. He had colorful flags on his back and a horn at his waist; he was a messenger.
"My lord, something terrible has happened! There's a problem with the Knights of Grafiakan. They're fighting amongst themselves; it's complete chaos. The guards have urgently set up a defensive line."
"Hmm? Be more specific!"
"It's golems, sir. The Grafiakan family has brought humanoid golems. Something happened to them; they suddenly went out of control and started killing anyone they saw. These guys aren't afraid of magic-blocking gold and are wearing Grafiakan standard armor. In this foggy weather, it's hard to tell friend from foe."
"The guards judged that the Marquis de Grafiacan was in danger, but due to limited visibility, it was difficult for our knights to get close."
"Where's Lady Frey? She's a sorceress; let her use her magic to dispel this fog!"
"Reporting back to the Marquis, Lady Frey said she needs time, saying she is not a druid and it will take at least half an hour to dispel this vast natural fog."
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"Half an hour? By then, the fog will have dissipated on its own!"
"Therefore, the guards suggest," the messenger said, glancing at Vesemir and the others who were surrounded, "that the Witchers are urgently needed."