Chapter 111 110. Investigation of the Demon Hunter

In Vizima's palace, Triss put down the hand entangled with magic in astonishment.

Keira huddled in the chair behind her, not at all as lazy and casual as when she first met Lan En.

Instead, he bit his nails and looked anxious.

The fact that Princeslav Stesa's name was true also frightened her.

It stands to reason that there are not many people in Temeria with the power revealed in their preliminary investigation.

But the reason the two sorceresses never thought about him is because if it was really him, it would be a big deal.

The worst outcome always makes people subconsciously avoid it.

It is precisely because of this that when the worst result comes, it always catches people off guard.

"How will he respond?" Keira asked anxiously. "When will he leave?"

How can this make sense?

Where is such a person?

But emotionally she had an inexplicable feeling that the man was serious.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Both dirty and despicable.

Without a moment's hesitation, the housekeeper easily came to a conclusion based on Urbank's recent words and deeds.

"There are forty warriors in full plate armor in this manor, and there are a hundred and fifty skilled warriors wearing standard armor. There are still thirty people looking at the basement, rotating all year round. Even Foltest

I'm having a convulsion, and I'm leading the city defense troops to attack, how long do you think this manor can last?"

There is no need to worry about their differences from ordinary people and dirty your eyes.

"About Urbank, is there any news about him?"

Stassa didn't even look up.

"It's not for money or fame, he said it's for his own happiness."

It is much more fulfilling to ask a reserved person to serve you than to ask a flattering person to do things.

Triss stood in the circle where the spell was cast, stunned.

Stetha's butler, Morgan, has the same judgment as his master.

Stesa uses Ubank and has always been very comfortable with it.

"I think he is dead, my lord."

She intellectually agreed with Keira's guess. After all, she had lived for decades but had never seen such a person.

"Urbank has good tricks, and anyone who can trick him should pay attention. Morgan, find out the identity of the demon hunter who is really a threat and give me the information."

Biting her nails, Keira walked around the chair.

He knew very well what kind of hound the owner would be happy for, so he naturally moved closer in this direction.

"They sent back a maimed demon hunter last night and now they are throwing it in the basement. Urban also reminded you before that there will be a demon hunter who will not stop dying and will come to Vizima. I think they are

After sending this demon hunter over, he was killed by the one who really posed a threat."

And those mutants?

Most housekeepers of nobles possess a kind of reserve.

"Why? Money? Fame? What does a witcher want with this thing!? Doesn't he want to live?"

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

He was wearing a tight-fitting dress, with his lower legs and arms tightly wrapped in fabric, and his thighs and upper arms with puffy sleeves that are currently popular.

Having said this, Stesa stopped his movements slightly and raised his head with interest.

At this point, Stassa's interest disappeared forever.

"Sir, I have been present for every expansion of the manor. The manor in this city was designed from the beginning for the scenario you mentioned. If no siege equipment comes in, we can survive at least a week."

"Should we upgrade the estate's defense level?"

With that said, Keira hurriedly walked to her laboratory, apparently to collect more money so that Lan could shut up and leave Vizima.

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

Stesa gave casual instructions while processing the documents on the table.

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And in the manor that occupies one of the largest areas in the entire Vizima trading area, there is a handsome middle-aged man—Count Prince Prinslav Stesa.

After all, if he wanted to, the bows and crossbows he assembled could shoot arrows that could cover the sky and the sun.

"I know he is probably dead, but who can kill him? Those are twenty-seven armorers, plus two ferocious hunting dogs. Who, or who, can kill these people, I am very interested in."

I finally determined that my "good dog" from Skellige must have died last night.

But for people who have reached this level, even if they feel disdain and contempt in their hearts, they will still be prepared accordingly.

"That is the witcher, my lord."

Work hard, but never leave the nest without reason.

"Oh? Alone?"

Triss stared at her back blankly.

"Are those mutants so powerful? I remember that the demon hunter who rescued Yada, although he was indeed powerful, had his neck torn open by the little girl's fingernails. How did the one who was captured behave?"

"Morgan, Morgan, you are making too much of a fuss."

Count Stesa is sitting in his study, dealing with today's affairs.

"No! This must be an excuse. He definitely thinks he didn't give enough! He is a demon hunter, and he has to run for money all his life, how could he not want it?!"

Should I follow my rational thinking and break away from Lan En on this matter like Keira did?

In the Royal Advisor's laboratory, Triss is in a dilemma.

Just to make yourself happy, you have to seek justice from the most powerful count in the country?

The first thing that was placed on his desk was that Urbank left last night with ordnance and a list of personnel transfer rights in the escort company, and he has not returned yet.

"Damn it! This time we let him catch us. We have to feed him and make him shut up and leave. Otherwise, if Stesa knows that we have really found out about him, the two of us will even retire as royal advisors.

Don’t count on it! Just wait and be poisoned to death one day!”

Every rule for training hounds was implemented by him even better than the hounds.

Because this descendant of a dog trainer from Skellige simply regarded himself as the earl's hunting dog.

He really wants to kill a count for the sake of a few civilian children that no one cares about!

What about yourself?

Triss's hands were wrapped with magic.

The damage performance of the crossbow was no different from that of ordinary people. He believed that it was completely worthless and no threat to him.

The butler bowed in response and asked one more question.

"He said he wouldn't leave."

Butler Morgan bowed in response.

"Happy? Crazy! This person is simply crazy!"

Therefore, when the count found that his dog did not come back, he was sure that Urbank was dead.

The manor's butler walked into the study politely.

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

This reserve does not come from their own will, but to make the owner feel better.

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

"Don't leave?!" Keira suddenly jumped out of the chair.

"Then what more can you say?"

The Earl waved his hand casually, as if he was driving away a few annoying but harmless flies.

"He's just a witcher. Is it possible that he can turn the world upside down? Maybe by now, he has already run out of Vizima like a lost dog."

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