The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 103 The Death of Seville

Chapter 103 The Death of Seville

The messenger's words caused the Marquis of Louis-Bold to fall into a brief moment of thought.

He chuckled softly, his tone inquisitive, "What a coincidence."

"Witchers, you heard what the messenger said. It seems we should put aside our dispute for now."

"Hmm—" He cleared his throat and stretched his neck.

"I, Marquis Louis-Pold Lindenbrogg, hereby formally issue you a commission to hunt demons and deal with the golem wreaking havoc in the fog. Demon hunters, please accept my commission. As for the bounty—"

Vesemir immediately said, "We'll take on your mission."

Marquis Louis-Polder paused for a moment, his tone surprised.

"How rare. I thought you were going to take this opportunity to make some unreasonable demands on me."

"After all, you've always been driven by profit."

Vesemir said, "You're right, but preventing monsters from harming humans is also the principle of the Wolf School of Witchers."

Marquis Louis-Pold laughed. "Very well, finally I've heard something that makes me feel good from you."

"Phoenix, regroup and rendezvous with the security officer."

"Good luck, Witchers."

Having said that, he turned his horse around and, with the knights' protection, headed towards the main force.

Seeing Marquis Louis-Pold disappear into the fog, Escal asked, "Old man, what do we do now? Do we really go and deal with these out-of-control golems?"

"Judging from the Marquis's attitude, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry; it's as if he's deliberately giving us a chance."

Vesemir lowered his eyes. "Of course, we have to deal with the golems, otherwise we'll waste this great opportunity and Arwen's plan."

Gerald nodded. The Wolf School's comeback was only just beginning.

They don't want a momentary thrill; they want to regain their footing in Cordwin.

We must bring back the glory days of Kyle Mohan.

"plan?"

Paul pressed on, puzzled, "I don't understand what you're saying anymore. Where are the Arwens?"

Vesemir glanced at the naive Paul and his companions out of the corner of his eye and lowered his voice.

"You'll understand after you've traveled for a few years."

"Just a reminder, when we deal with the golems, saving lives is the priority, the more the better. Killing the golems is secondary, but we can't kill them too quickly. It has to be difficult, but also aesthetically pleasing, understand?"

Paul and the others seemed to understand but not quite.

Horton raised an eyebrow. "Killing monsters is killing monsters, but why are you being so slow and fast? Vesemir, your words are confusing me."

Eskel understood something, shook his head and chuckled, "If all else fails, just save people. We'll handle killing the golems."

""

In the Grafiakan Knights' camp.

Inside a luxurious carriage, a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting a warm yellow glow and making the interior feel as cozy as spring.

Black silk threads hung behind the curtain of the carriage door, from which hung colorful jewels, the most eye-catching of which were the four badges in the center.

Wolf head, griffin, cat, viper.

As the carriage moved forward, the jewelry clattered together, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

-

An elderly woman with a hunchback, wearing a long black dress, sat on a couch.

She wore a headdress that clung tightly to her head and was adorned with pearls, her aged face completely hidden behind a heavy black veil.

Her arms were withered from age, and the shape of her bones was visible where her cloak had loosened.

Her dry fingers gripped a silver mirror tightly, in which the image of a purple-robed wizard loftily appeared repeatedly.

His words kept echoing in my mind.

"It's just another destruction."

Her face was contorted, and she kept muttering to herself.

"Atamon—Atamon—"

The emerald ring on my right index finger shone brilliantly, but also brought a burning, stinging sensation.

But she ignored it.

The mirror was given to her by Ms. Frey. With the concealment effect of the amethyst pendant, it successfully evaded Atamon's perception and transmitted the scene from the other side.

The luster of the emerald ring suddenly dimmed.

Sevia's heart skipped a beat, her expression went blank, and memories of the wonderful days she had spent with Atamon kept flashing through her mind.

"it's over----"

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside, with screams echoing continuously.

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves brought her back to her senses.

She frowned, leaned slightly forward, and reached out to gently pull back a corner of the curtain.

"Waaah————"

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist, and a mournful, struggling wailing sound came from the right.

The Grafiakan knight guard standing in front of the carriage was suspended in mid-air, his neck being gripped by something.

"Click."

The knight's head was tilted back in an exaggerated posture.

His eyes bulged beneath the metal helmet, staring desperately at Madame Seville.

Sevilla was horrified and immediately pulled her hand back, covering her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

But the curtain was violently torn open, and the jeweled badges hanging on the carriage were snapped off and fell to the ground.

A man wearing Grafiakan armor climbed into the carriage.

He was covered in armor, with only his eyes showing.

In the lifeless eyeball, the iris shimmered with an inhuman metallic sheen.

"Sevilla—Sevilla—"

A hoarse voice came from beneath the armor.

"Guards! Guards!"

Sevia screamed, but the golem in front of her lunged forward and gripped her throat tightly with both hands.

"Sevilla—why—why didn't you save me—"

Sevia recognized him. "Atamon, you're not dead?"

The golem emitted a broken voice, "I am dead—I am already dead—this is just my resentment—answer me—I loved you so much—why—why betrayed me—"

Upon hearing this, Seville's expression turned ferocious, and anger surged in his eyes.

"You killed Kai, my son! You killed him!"

"He treated you like a father, how could you kill him?!"

"You know?" The golem hesitated for a moment, then roared in agony, "Just because of this bastard—you won't save me—"

Do you know—for the sake of his reputation—he publicly insulted me—saying I colluded with you—saying I shouldn't have seen you again—”

"Damn it—I just got rid of him—so that he could remain beautiful in your memory—"

"Sevilla—I was the one who met you first—not him—not Kai—not even Griffithan—"

It is I—it is Atamon of Asgut—”

Sevia froze, tears welled up in her eyes, her face flushed red, she could barely breathe, and cried out in pain.

"Guards—Guards—"

She struggled incessantly, slapping against those iron-like hands.

Hatred emanated from the golem's eyes.

"Come with me—Seville—Come with me—"

Despair filled Sevia's eyes, tinged with pleading. "No—Atamon—I don't want to die—"

The golem said resolutely, "Come with me—let's go to hell together—"

The curtain was drawn back, and wisps of mist poured in from the outside.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind the golem's shoulder, grabbed its neck, and twisted and deformed the neck armor along with its neck.

Turbid, scalding blood burst from between his fingers, splattering onto Seville's face.

"thump!"

The golem's hands loosened, and its body slumped to the ground.

Sevia covered his neck with both hands and coughed repeatedly.

The black veil had long since fallen onto the wooden board, and her heart was filled with the joy of escaping death.

"A kind knight—"

Her gaze first fell upon the long, spiked boots, and then she suddenly stopped.

In his line of sight, the person who saved him bent down and extended his right hand, which was clad in a gauntlet studded with silver nails.

He picked up the wolf head badge that had fallen onto the wooden board and wrapped it around his fist.

Those scarlet wolf eyes were pressed tightly against his fist, staring at her like the Grim Reaper.

Seville also saw the yellow vertical pupils under the hood.

The person in front of her wasn't there to save her, but to kill her.

"Hunter—" she cried out in terror, but before she could finish, her hoarse voice caught in her throat.

The sharp edges of the wolf head emblem dug into her face, turning her eyes crimson.