"Roy, why did you come to La Valedi suddenly?" Avolin's warm tenderness struggled to put the witch hunter's shoulders and slowly moved his body with his support.

There were too many injuries on her body, and she would accidentally pull the wound while rubbing, making her red lips pursed tightly.

"We are going to cross the White Bridge to Novigri..." The witch hunter gently wrapped around her slender waist and supported her skinny body. While looking at her side face between her black and red hair, her pointed chin with a pointed thin chin.

The Elf Lady was seriously injured, and her continuous torture and malnutrition destroyed her body.

Judging from the medical knowledge that Roy has obtained from herbal medicine, even if the wound on the surface of her body is healed in the future, it will leave troublesome sequelae such as rheumatism.

But Aifulin was completely unaware of these bad situations.

"Novigri of Redania? I heard that the headquarters of Eternal Fire is stationed there, which is quite unfriendly to the inhuman race." Aifulin was also quietly observing the ears and hair of the witch hunter. She obviously felt that the other party's bloodline was stronger, and she was no longer a quarter-elf with thin bloodline, but moving closer to the pure-blooded elves.

The elf lady couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

A phenomenon of atlas rebirth?

"It should be called Novigre, the city of freedom..." Roy shook his palm in front of her and explained, "Although Novigre is located in Redania, since the representative of the Kingdom of Termolia negotiated with Radovid III many years ago, it has become a city of freedom, not belonging to either party, thus protecting the face of both countries at the same time."

"As for the Eternal Fire..." His tone became colder, "If you don't come to provoke me, then my companions and I will let them understand that the witch hunter can't be bullied casually!"

Now without the support of "The Stone-hearted Radovid V", the Eternal Fire is far less arrogant than later generations.

"Are you going to show off your skills in Novigri?" Aifulin looked around, and there were more than a dozen guards and officers, as well as the witcher Resor.

The Oaks brothers and Flius master and apprentice were persuaded to leave by Roy, and they found a hotel to settle down and placed horses. After all, this time it was an investigation, not a battle, and it would not take so many people.

The Elf Lady met six demon hunters in total, and only saw them in her life.

"That's right," Roy said truthfully, "but there is still something important to meet my parents. Since he started traveling with Resor, he hasn't seen them for more than a year, and he doesn't know how they have lived in Novigre?"

"I remember you said that both parents died?" Aifulin stared at the demon hunter without blinking.

"Uh...this...just assume that the last time's words were a kind lie..." Roy hesitated for a while, Cantilla, who was walking next to the two of them, couldn't help but interject, and successfully changed the subject.

"The witch hunter also has parents?"

The stubborn and independent Zerikan woman refused the help of the witch hunter, dragging her scarred body and moving her slender and toned thighs. Her feet, which were not worn without shoes, were covered with blood scabs, were worn by the cold and rough ground, but she didn't care.

"You think?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "Can the witch hunter popped out of the crack of the stone?"

"I'm not afraid of you making jokes..." Cantilla laughed twice, touching the wound, showing a painful and happy expression. "I used to think that the witch hunter was created directly from the lab by a warlock, a mutant without emotion... But now I find myself wrong..."

Cantilla turned around and glanced at the bald man with expressionless face, then looked directly at Roy with shiny eyes, "Most of the witch hunters only look cold on the outside and lack normal emotions. In fact, you are also ordinary people with flesh and blood..."

"You dare to come and save us even though you know we offended the Baron and put yourself in danger," Cantilla patted the witch hunter on the shoulder, "Roy, thank you for your help!"

"It just happened..." Roy thought seriously for a moment, "I didn't expect to hear the news about the Sea Scorpion near the city gate. After all, I'm acquaintance... I can't watch you be burned to death."

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"We didn't expect that the sea scorpion would fall to this point," then Aifulin looked sad, "It seemed that he fell from heaven to hell overnight..."

"Because of Aaron's death and the experience of the Sea Scorpion are not unrelated to me..." Roy thought to himself.

According to the original development trajectory, Affolin would help Geralt steal the House of Massimilan Posody in the auction house after a few years.

But if he hadn't happened to arrive this time, under the rage of the old baron, all the members of the Sea Scorpion would probably not be able to escape death, including Ai Fulin.

Her future will be gone.

A strong feeling suddenly surged in my heart—

"The fate of some people has changed because of my intervention!"

For example, Yada, Xiri, Baron Vilirez of the White Orchard, Lady in the Forest, Tree Heart Kunqulan, and Sea Scorpion Acrobatics.

The witch hunter thought of the "butterfly effect" and felt a sense of panic in his heart. If the change was too drastically, there was no doubt that he would lose the advantage of foresight.

"But what's the use of thinking about this now?" Roy took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and then asked carefully about the recent experiences of several people.

After Amos "fled to fear of sin", the Baron vented his anger on the remaining four members of the Scorpion, locked them into the dungeon, tortured them, and asked about their whereabouts.

"But how do we know where Amos has been hiding?" Aifulin stretched out his swan-like neck, with tears in his crystal eyes, and his beautiful cheeks full of misery. "The soldiers in the dungeon only know how to torture us every day, using whips, hunting knives, and burning iron." As he said, a deep fear appeared in Aifulin's eyes.

"The key is that these bunny guys won't let us have enough food!" Cantilla said angrily, "I send us a bowl of dirty water and a hard tooth-bumping bread every day. I don't have the strength to escape!"

"Demon Hunter, what are you and the two women muttering?" The officer in front cast a questioning look.

"Don't worry, Lord Dylan, I'm just learning about the case... By the way, are we coming soon..." The witch hunter noticed that the surrounding city walls were getting thicker, the number of ordinary passers-by decreased, and the number of patrol soldiers increased.

"Five minutes left..." Dylan warned at last, "Be honest, don't try to play tricks on me." After collecting the money from the Demon Hunter, he couldn't force people too much, so he ignored the few people after saying that.

...

"Shut us in the dungeon for half a month, but I didn't ask for any useful information... because we knew nothing at all, and the baron's anger became more and more intense." Aifulin lowered his voice and continued, "so he sent people to take us to the square, and every day, let those passing by the square despise us, humiliate us, and torture our hearts!"

Sometimes psychological torture is more painful than physical torture...

Roy sighed, "That Firebreaker Collinsdi?"

"Collins Dishi watched his lover Floz be humiliated... You don't know how mean and ugly the group of people scolded him. He couldn't help but swear to the baron of the initiator and was ordered to burn to death!"

"He is such a gentle and kind person, and he should never end up like this."

The two women looked sad, and then gritted their teeth. They will remember the cruel scene forever!

But this is the reality. It is easy for a noble to kill a civilian in his territory, let alone a "criminal suspect".

In this regard, Roy also saw examples of aristocrats abused their power, such as Sir Villes, who massacred most of the white orchards, still able to live a very comfortable life.

The residents of the white orchard who died under him were in vain.

In this society and in this era, the life and death of civilians is in the hands of their lords.

"Do you hate him?" The witch hunter's lips moved slightly.

Love Fresh and Cantilla said coldly, "Although Arian La Varedi is very pitiful - this is not the reason why the baron torture us!" Cantilla's eyes were deep, "Risecania's people and the dragon's believers are clearly divided, and they will be revenged if they have any grudges!"

"The Baron and the real murderer who framed Amos...sooner or later..."

"Don't show your attitude in front of outsiders, wait for the opportunity..." Roy solemnly reminded, and when he looked up, a magnificent castle was approaching with a large section above the city wall and surrounding buildings.

“We’re here…”

...

As the iron chains rubbed, the witch hunter entered the slowly rising dark gate with the soldiers.

It is equivalent to dirty roads outside, with less decent city walls and houses, and the inside of the castle is another world.

It is magnificent here, with magic crystal lamps on the ceiling shining brightly, the silk curtains hanging on both sides of the corridor are carved with complex and exquisite patterns, and are filled with precious antique vases everywhere. The armor, beast specimens, and all kinds of decorations are available, which are extremely luxurious, showing the foundation accumulated by the La Varedi family for generations, and even compared to the castle of Fultest.

Roy also had expectations for this. Baron La Varedi was just a small baron, but his territory was crucial to Temolia, so his power and troops under him exceeded most of the lords of Temolia.

Moreover, Fultest did not dare to intervene too much. The generational management of the La Varedi family made the area of ​​the area a piece of iron barrel, making it difficult for outsiders to intervene. If Baron Baron couldn't think of it one day and turned to Redania with all his forces, Fultest would be unable to sleep or eat.

The soldiers did not give the witch hunters any extra time to wander around. After a careful search, they led them straight up the spiral stairs.

The three prisoners of the Sea Scorpion were taken back to the dungeon again.

The study room on the third floor of the castle.

"Treasure Hunter, report your name." Barron La Varedi stood straight in front of a row of bookshelfs full of books. The bright lights in the hall illuminated him in gold-clad jade and a tight-fitting dress with exquisite embroidery.

But this could not conceal his fatigue and aging - he was slightly hunched over, his high nose bridge was extremely deep, and the wrinkles on his forehead and eyebrows were layered like mountains. Recently, he seemed to be careless, with a beard and a gray hair shining.

The eyes, a pair of gloomy eyes were covered with bloodshot, and I haven't had a comfortable rest for a while.

"Roy (Resor)."

The two of them watched the owner of the baron's neck with their eyes. He looked older than he thought, shorter, with an old noble air all over his body, and a high air when he was looking at people.

"Roy, the witch hunter in a snake school?" the Baron stared at the young witch hunter and asked in a hoarse voice.

During this period, many people have brought him hope with all kinds of exaggerated names, but in fact they have done nothing. He has had enough of endless suffering and waiting.

"It's me."

"Where did I hear your name..." The old baron paced around like an ant on the hot pan, and then pounded his fists loudly, "By the way, an old friend of mine said that a new interesting play has been released in the Capital Opera House: The Terminator of the Dirt - The Legend of the Sewer Butcher, the protagonist is a witch hunter named Roy. Are you talking about you?"

Roy exchanged a look with Resor when he heard this, with a strange expression.

The White Rose's Agon Knight is moving so fast?!

"Dear Baron, I didn't expect you to be interested in this type of opera... I think the protagonist's prototype refers to me."

Baron Baron nodded, his eyes slightly gentler, and asked, "Master Roy, are you really killing all the monsters in the Vigima sewer as described in the opera?"

"Ahem, this statement is a bit exaggerated... but I did kill a lot of monsters..." Roy said modestly, rarely.

"Then I hope you have the ability to track people as well as your skills!" The old baron said in a deep voice, "The two masters have learned the details of the case before they came, so I won't be too rude in this regard."

"Please remember that my child, Arian, the heir of the Baron, has been lying in bed for a long time, because he is almost unable to hold on because of the difficulty of eating."

"If the two masters are willing to help, they must bring Amos within a week and lift the spell on Arian, and then I will give you a lot of money as promised. The honor of the Ela Varedi family is guaranteed."

"The face of the La Valerdi family has long been lost by your wife!" Roy complained in his heart, and then said, "Master Baron, but please allow me to ask, our main purpose is to wake up Master Arian rather than catch the acrobat?"

"What's the difference?" The old baron pressed his right fist and was quite displeased with the witch hunter's questioning. "As long as you catch Arian, will you relieve the evil spell he cast on my son?"

"Hiss Baron...but I don't think so." A glimmer flashed in Roy's eyes. "I talked to the three members of the Sea Scorpion not long ago. From their descriptions, I can clearly feel... I'm frankly speaking, Amos is probably not the real culprit behind the scenes!"

"The witch hunter!" The old baron emphasized his tone, "Someone had mentioned this possibility to me! But they had found nothing in the end and could not prove any problem to me."
To be continued...