The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 50 Baron Shirakawa

Baron's Castle in Baihe Town.

Led by Sergeant Martin, Alwin entered a stone corridor.

Martin bowed and said, "Mr. Witcher, I have arranged your weapons and luggage. You can pick them up from the quartermaster after the matter is over. The horses are at the stables, and the best fodder has been prepared for them."

"When you meet the Baron later, be sure to observe proper etiquette."

"I know."

Arwin recalled the etiquette lessons he had as a child.

Looking up, at the end of the corridor is a double mahogany door.

With a creak.

The double doors were opened, and a man dressed in red brocade robes and wearing a feather felt hat stepped out first.

His face was powdered, his features were delicate, and he held his head high with an arrogant expression.

Behind him followed a man dressed as a butler.

"The amount of ore delivered this month is half less, and the Marquis is very dissatisfied with this."

"However, given Baihe Territory's previous performance, the Marquis has granted you a two-week extension."

"I'll emphasize it again, don't say anything stupid like elves or monsters. If you delay the Marquis's important business, you should know very well the consequences of the Marquis's anger."

"In reply to Viscount, the ore from White River Territory will definitely be transported to Brunan Castle in full within half a month."

"That's good."

As they were talking, the man called Viscount walked up to Martin and Alwin, and a faint floral fragrance wafted over them.

He glanced at the two of them sideways, his tone filled with contempt and disgust, "Pah, country bumpkins."

He snorted coldly and walked away silently.

Martin lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, not daring to show his dissatisfaction.

In this world, class is everything, and even magic serves the nobility and royalty.

Arwen remained expressionless, subtly forming the Yardang sign with his right hand.

Purple magic surged from his hands and coiled around the viscount's feet.

"Snapped!"

The green boots sank, and the body immediately lost its balance.

"what!"

With a scream, the viscount fell to the ground, face-first into the dirt.

"Viscount Jennings!"

The butler exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help him up. The latter covered his head and quickly got up, his face flushed red.

To make such a rude gesture in front of servants is an utter disgrace to a nobleman.

"Damn it, which lowly commoner..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze focused on the man in black robes in front of him.

The latter slightly raised his forehead, revealing only a corner of his vertical pupil beneath his hood.

A strange luster flashed by, and then, the mental impact amplified by the [Dual Soul] swept over like a tsunami, instantly shattering Viscount Jennings's psychological defenses.

【Yakshi Seal】Mind Control.

His expression became blank, his voice became intermittent, and he no longer had the imperious manner he had just displayed.

"Y-yes, I tripped by accident... Ouch..."

"What are you standing there for... hurry up and take me to rest..."

The butler hurriedly said, "Yes... Your Excellency, please slow down..."

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Martin swallowed hard.

Based on his many years of military experience, this was definitely not the reaction a nobleman should have after making a fool of himself.

Is this witchcraft? Or magic?

"Sergeant, please lead the way."

Martin snapped out of his daze, feeling even more awe for the black-robed witcher behind him.

However, he was quite pleased to see Viscount Jennings suffer a setback, and his tone became much more enthusiastic.

"Please follow me, Master Witcher."

The two arrived at the double mahogany door, and Martin pushed it open.

The space behind the door slowly unfolds.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large wooden table.

A round shield and a heavy sword were hanging on the stone wall behind the wooden table.

Oh, and there's also a wild boar head specimen, its protruding tusks exuding arrogance.

This shows that Baron Shirakawa was also a martial man.

Sure enough, Martin jogged over and stood next to a man wearing light blue armor.

The man was of medium build and rather thin, with multiple scars on his face, one of which ran from the corner of his mouth to the back of his head, making his already unattractive face appear even more terrifying.

Martin finished speaking quickly. The man's originally indifferent expression changed when he heard the words "Witcher," and his brown pupils showed surprise, followed by undisguised joy.

He stood up, his metal armor making a soft scraping sound, the river emblem on his chest shimmering in the sunlight.

Martin steadied himself, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"Before you stands Baron Leo Kramer, lord of the White River Territory."

"Witcher, please show your face and state your name."

Arwen removed his hood, revealing black hair and pale skin beneath his deep, sculpted features.

He placed his right hand on his chest, stepped forward with his right foot, and bent his body slightly.

"The Witcher 'Raven' has met Baron White River."

Baron Shirakawa was quite impressed by the impeccable manners, but then his brow furrowed slightly.

"Raven? I want your name, not your title."

"Fine, you must be aware of the current situation in Baihe Territory. Given the current crisis, I'll let this matter slide for your disrespect."

"Then I thank Your Excellency for your magnanimity."

"Heh..." Baron Shirakawa sensed the sarcasm in the tone.

"Indeed, your tone of voice is exactly as described in 'Freaks,' which is unpleasant."

"However, I am not a rigid person. As long as the problem can be solved, I will not hesitate to reward the person who helps."

He gripped the table with both hands, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"Judging from your badge, you should be a Witcher from the Wolf School. A while ago, a Witcher from the Wolf School appeared at Glass Mountain and even helped the Marquis get rid of a vampire bird."

"According to intelligence, he has white hair, while you have black hair, so it's obvious you're not him."

"Besides, you look too young. Are you even eighteen? Even with those monstrous cat eyes, it's hard for me to believe in your abilities."

Faced with Baron White River's aggressive words, Alwin's gaze remained unwavering.

"Your Excellency, what the human eye sees is not necessarily the truth."

Baron Shirakawa narrowed his eyes, then a smile appeared on his lips, revealing a look of interest.

"Alright, since you're confident, let's stop with the small talk and talk about the demon-hunting commission."

"I'm all ears."

Baron Shirakawa sat back in his lord's chair, his tone weary.

"A month ago, a monster suddenly appeared in my territory and has been brutally killing my people every night, sometimes one, sometimes three, which has caused a lot of trouble for my territory."

"The people are panicking, the inns are closing down, the merchants have disappeared, and most importantly, the mining industry is shutting down, which will lead to a situation where everyone in the entire territory has no food."

Has anyone seen that monster?

The baron shook his head. "That monster only appears at night. I've increased the number of people on night watch, and even I've been on the watch for the past two weeks."

"That monster was incredibly fast. Whenever we arrived at the scene of the accident, all we saw was a fleeting black shadow of the monster as it fled, oh, and blood and mutilated corpses all over the ground."

"Mr. Raven, the Witcher, if you find the monster and kill it, restoring peace to the territory, I can pay you a reward of 500 ducats."

500 Ducats, which is nearly 72 kronor.

Arwen lowered his gaze slightly; this baron was incredibly stingy.

"Let's talk about the bounty later, and discuss the details. You mentioned a corpse earlier, may I see it? The more recent the better."

"Of course, the dungeon morgue just received a body this morning."

"If I remember correctly, Martin, it was you who took it back."

Martin nodded. "Reporting back to the Baron, yes."

"Alright, then take this Mr. Raven to the dungeon."

The baron looked up, his voice hoarse, "Witcher, you'd better not disappoint me."