A carriage drove out of the old Vigima and headed towards the Fultest Castle to the east.

"Tell me, Yada, what's going on?" The witch hunter's cheeks were bulging and greedily biting the white bread with fresh vegetables and beef, and he drank a sip of goat's milk from time to time.

After lying in the coffin and eating dry food for three days, the witch hunter's hunger level had reached the threshold, and he felt that he could eat a cow now.

"Do you still have an impression? Why does the curse recur?"

Yada sat opposite him, at the innermost position of the carriage.

The Vigima princess was more civilized, with her slender fingers slowly tearing the bread into pieces, then stuffing it into her red lips and chewing it in small mouths, with a noble elegance.

At this moment, she changed into a clean black lace dress, which was no longer the most calm state in the coffin.

The black frilled lady hat covered her fluffy and dirty red hair. She was still wearing a witch hunter's big cloak, and her figure under the cloak was significantly thinner than a week ago.

Roy has witnessed this with his own eyes. The willow waist that Yingying held was already thin to a certain extent, not as strong as before.

"My last memory," Yada looked at the witch hunter in a daze, pulled her cloak, and seemed to feel a little cold. "Take off the amulet, drink the potion that Abigail prepared for me, and then I was unconscious until I woke up from the coffin."

"What potion?" The witch hunter raised his eyebrows.

"A kind of spiritual medicine can break the curse on me..." The light of memories flashed in Yada's narrow eyes, "Abigail and I confirmed... More than 20 years ago, Ostret, who cursed his mother and me, really believed in the lion-faced spider. The bastard was active in the sacred place of evil omens that had been living in the sewer. According to Abigail, he asked the high priest at that time for cursing."

"This is also the source of my bad luck. And Abigail, as the priest of the God of Evil, has the power to solve it for me."

The witch hunter lowered his head, and it was indeed not as expected.

Yada thought for a while and said self-deprecatingly, "I still remember the formula of the elixir. It includes three drops of wolf blood, three drops of bile from a newly buried woman... and the blood of my father Fultester... several key ingredients that made her prepare the so-called elixir to break the curse."

"Your Highness, Princess..." Roy rolled his eyes, "Does your trust in Abigail be too much? As far as I know, blood can be cursed. You are not afraid that Abigail will use Fultest's blood to deal with him. He is your father, the king of Temolia."

"Want to curse a king? It's not that simple," said Yada. "There are so many magical amulets on Fultest, but they are hidden in places that ordinary people cannot see. No curse can work for him. If you want to threaten his life safety, unless-" Yada stared at Roy and pondered, "Unless a witch hunter like you, who is extremely skilled, is going to be an assassin."

"puff--"

"What's wrong with you, Roy?"

"Um... it's okay, I'm choking too quickly." The witch hunter wiped the goat's milk from the corner of his mouth and the cold sweat between his forehead. "Your Highness, don't joke. I can't be an assassin, even more so, the snake witch hunter will not."

"I'm just giving an example..." Yada was a little curious about why the witch hunter reacted so violently to this topic.

"Let's get back to the point." The witch hunter burped, "According to what you just said, there is no doubt that it was Abigail who awakened the curse in your body with potions. She did this as a coincidence, allowing Vigima's royal adviser to drive away the curse in your body once and for all."

"After this curse strikes, you will not become a vampire bird again."

Yada nodded and then muttered to herself, "Abigail has clearly reached an agreement with me and swears to the lion-faced spider, but he goes back on his word! This little bitch... I can't spare her!"

"She knows the price of betraying me very well." Yada said coldly, "I have already figured out the foundation of the God of Evil Omen in Vigima. As long as I want to, I can uproot the God of Evil Omen in Vigima at any time, isn't she afraid?"

"Maybe she hasn't lie," Roy suggested another possibility, "It can only be completely cleared after the curse has completely exploded, but there are some selfish thoughts in it, and she has moved other things... As for what she thought, she can figure it out after she catches it and confronts her in person. Now--"

The witch hunter opened the curtains of the carriage, and he saw the Forest Castle standing in the morning light not far away. "You better think about it first, how to explain it to His Majesty the King later."

"No need for explanation..." Yada looked right, "This is what Fultest owes me and my mother..."

Yada's mother is Fultest's sister, and her name is also Yada.

"Can you help me find Abigail after seeing Fultest?"

...

On the golden throne was Fultest, and behind him were three royal advisers, and the old yellow-skinned dog was still crawling at his feet.

Yada walked from the entrance of the other end of the palace, stepped on the hidden red carpet, and passed the guards wearing silver-glossy heavy armor on both sides, and walked slowly to Fultest.

Three witch hunters followed her and stood down the stairs before the throne.

"Yada, my daughter, come here and let me have a good look..."

The king held her hand tightly, looked at her pale face, was silent for a while, closed his eyes and sighed, and a hint of pain appeared in his bright and divine eyes, "I'm sorry for your mother, I was unable to take good care of you."

"It's not your fault." Yada said calmly with a downward face.

"I didn't care about you enough for this period of time, so that people would hurt you." Fultest said, "Fortunately, everything can be remedied. Tell me quickly which bastard made you suffer from the torture of a curse. I want to peel and cramp him and hang it in the square to dry it into a blanket!"

"No one is doing evil... You know, no one dares to offend me by Vigima. This incident was just an accident because I accidentally lost the amulet." Yada pursed her lips and explained. Both the royal consultant and Fultest obviously did not believe this excuse. "I will explain the specific situation to you in private."

The king was temporarily patient and did not force Yada to reveal the truth. He has always been like this.

"Witchhunter!" Fultest's eyes turned to the three people below, "You risked your life to save my priceless treasure this time, and I want to reward you!"

"Tell me..." Fultest's magnetic voice, with a sense of encouragement, "What do you want."

"Your Majesty, can you get any reward?" Oaks' lively voice sounded, his amber eyes full of desire.

But his naked intentions blocked the king's words, Fultest pondered for a moment, "I will satisfy most of your requests, but there are a few exceptions. For example, like the one made up in a fairy tale, rewarding the princess to the warrior who saved her as a wife. This is just a joke, and it is impossible."

"Uh... Your Majesty." Oaks said seriously, "We are not so arrogant yet."

The king nodded, and then looked at the few witch hunters and immediately became much more pleasing to him.

"Your Majesty, can you give us a piece of territory?" Ox suddenly shouted.

The three royal consultants' faces became strange, and the king seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of old phlegm, and his face continued to stiffen.

Reward territory?

There is a potential premise for the witch hunter's requirements.

The premise for the king to reward territory is to grant the noble title. If he, the king of Temolia, confers the witch hunter as the kingdom noble, he will become the laughing stock of the entire north.

There is only one example of this extraordinary reward.

In the near future, Lelia and Livia's queen Miwei promoted Geralt and awarded him the title of Knight of the Kingdom because Geralt made a mistake in rescue.

This also fulfilled the name of Geralt of Livia.

But now is not the era of war, and this requirement is too expensive, and Fultest hesitated for a while.

"Your Majesty, we can do nothing." The youngest witch hunter below spoke out and saved him.

"Three Warriors, what do you think of two thousand Oren?" Fultest made a suggestion, he would rather pay more.

"We are not greedy for money..." Roy turned around and looked at his companions. Seeing them nodded, he looked straight into the king's eyes and said in a deep voice, "If possible, can you please correct your reputation for us, these humble witch hunters slightly, and wash away the false infamous accusations pressed on our heads."

"Tell me carefully." Fultest sat back on the throne, his face becoming less beautiful.

"You understand that the reputation of the witch hunter among the people has always been bad. The residents of big cities still know how to restrain themselves, but in the countryside, many ignorant villagers spread our rumors that the witch hunter is a pervert, a freak, a monster who eats raw and drinks blood, and countless nonsense of making up bad reputations imposed on us."

"As witch hunters, we have been subjected to these slander for too long... You, the king of Temolia, need only a few notices to correct these wrong statements throughout the kingdom."

"The witch hunter does not need a hero's reputation or is not popular," Roy glanced at his companion, "We just want to be like an ordinary person, without being inexplicably malice and condemnation."

“That’s all.”

"You...you are really lions!"

Fultest felt his daughter pulling her sleeves around him, so he didn't refuse immediately. "I need time to think about it. When I think about it clearly, you will naturally know the answer."

...

"Roy, is this what you asked to hide before?" The three witch hunters walked out of the Forest Castle side by side. "Isn't Oren beautiful and charming?"

Oaks was a little puzzled.

"It's a rare opportunity to face the King of Termolia. We have to take the initiative to fight for something." Roy explained, "If we want to rebuild the school in the north, we must correct that bad reputation, right?"

"It's better to start with Vigima and Temolia!"

"Actually, Roy's view is correct. Even if he has money and status, he is far from enough to buy land..." Seret glanced at the blue sky, "and there must be capital to attract students to join. Relying on accidental laws to recruit talents, a witch hunter can only receive one or two students in a hundred years. That is far from enough. According to this rigid method, we may not be able to live to the day when the school is revived."

"But how much weight does a monarch of a country have in the hearts of the people? In a word, we can work hard for hundreds of years."

"Do you think too far?" Oaks rubbed his chin. "There is no shadow in the new Snake Pyre base, and the foundation of the house has not been built. He has already begun to think about recruiting apprentices. Roy, you are still just an apprentice."

"Of course I understand, this is just a luxury," Roy shook his head and sighed. "Fultest is a high probability that he will reject my request. After all, that request is too vague, I'll just give it a try."

"In the end, we should still get some money."

"It's enough to have money," Oaks said.

"Even if I get the remuneration, I will keep it."

“…”

"Roy, do you know how to respect seniors?! You must leave us some money to drink."

"Don't worry, I remember. Have you both gone to the sewer to see these three days? Don't tell me that I'll always be with Ms. Kayla."

"Don't get out of bed for three days, do you think I'm a brown horse? Of course I've been there, and I'll have a vain trip. Abigail is not in the secret room or the temple area, so he has long since escaped."

"Where is her church member?"

Seret shook his head and paused, "We searched for the residences of some believers of the God of Evils based on the list, and there was no one."

"It just so happens that Resor and Berenkare are still forging. Let's continue to search, how about earning some extra money?"
Chapter completed!