The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 87 The Witcher Order

"The Witcher?"

Geralt frowned. "Where's the evidence?"

Holt said helplessly, "The evidence is that the little count's knight guards saw the assassin with his sword slung over his back."

Geralt scoffed. "Ridiculous! Carrying a sword behind your back? What kind of evidence is that? Anyone can carry a sword behind their back!"

"Where's the cat's eye? Has anyone seen it?"

Holt looked at Geralt, who had raised the question, and replied calmly.

"Geralt, you haven't traveled long enough, and you haven't experienced enough."

He rode forward a few steps and came to Geralt's side.

"Don't talk about evidence in front of nobles, especially royalty and marquises. This damned world only has evidence that is in their favor."

Geralt crossed his arms, feeling both powerless and utterly absurd.

Alwin lowered his head in thought, then slowly spoke.

"A vengeful marquis, an extremely doting mother, launched a frenzied revenge against the Witcher after losing her only son."

"The things that the Temple of Meritelli taught us nine years ago have become a target for this Marquis."

"The motivation is certainly there, but I still feel like something's not quite right."

Geralt and Holt looked at him, and the former asked, "Did you find something?"

Alwin said, "The young count died too easily, everything was too coincidental, as if it were all arranged."

"As the son of a marquis, the young count must have elite bodyguards by his side when he goes out, as Holt just mentioned."

Hall head.

Alwin said, "The Marquis's sole heir, that level of protection is comparable to that of the king of some small countries. He's not someone that any witcher could assassinate."

"One more thing, putting aside whether Atamon is the little count's father or not, given his feelings for Seville, it's highly likely that he'll genuinely care for this child as well."

"Yes, is there a problem?" Holt asked, puzzled.

Alwin said, "That's the problem, it's about Atamon's identity."

"He's a grand wizard at Ben Ade Magic Academy, how come the young count wasn't even given a decent protective gear? He was just stabbed to death so carelessly?"

"At worst, we can open a portal. As long as we don't chop off the little count's head on the spot, I don't believe he can't turn the situation around with his strength."

Geralt and Holt followed Alwin's line of thought and indeed felt that there were many strange things going on.

"As for the last Witcher, it seems like he was forced into the role."

After Alwin finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and took out the stone ring from his leather jacket.

"This is?"

Geralt and Holt's cat eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"It's something Viscount Jennings wanted to give to Atamon. Judging from Atamon's tone, he values ​​it very much."

Geralt reached out and took it, rubbing it in his palm. The engraved elven patterns felt very rough to the touch.

"These sound like ancient languages," Geralt murmured, recognizing some of them, "Kyr...Zor..."

"It is the Kael'thas Mountains to the west of Cordwin, which form the boundary with the Redania and Humphries alliance."

Holt continued, "This is a peculiar way of writing in the ancient Elvish language, which I learned about from an Elvish relic."

Geralt handed the stone ring to Holt, who examined it repeatedly, his expression gradually becoming moved.

Turn the stone ring to its side to reveal the inner ring, which is engraved with colorful symbols.

"Look at this yellow and black symbol, it means Moglag."

Arwen's heart skipped a beat. "Keldrok Mountains, Mograg, that's the Witcher Order's castle!"

The Witcher Order is the organization originally created by Witchers based on chivalry.

As for the current Wolf School, Bear School, and so on, they all split off from this organization.

"That's right, look at this yellow thing again, it's a symbol of lightning."

"Arzu Lightning!"

Geralt whispered, "The creator of the Witcher."

Alwin's voice was mocking. "It seems this wizard Artamon is quite interested in the Witcher Order."

"This gives him another reason to frame the Witcher and incite a mob to attack Kael Morhen with the book 'Freaks'."

Silence fell again.

"Evidence," Alwin said. "We need more evidence, and more help."

Having said that, he picked up the magic crystal mirror that was on the saddle again.

"This mirror serves as a communication tool and has the ability to store and trace information."

"But we need the help of a sorceress or wizard."

"This is crucial for us targeting Atamon."

Holt's eyes lit up when he heard the first part of the sentence, but when he heard the rest, he sniffed.

As a direct victim of the Kaer Morhen massacre, he, like Vesemir, harbored extreme aversion to sorceresses and wizards.

Alwin knew in his heart who had this ability.

Tisaya, but Cordwin is too far from Aretusa, one in the east and the other in the west, and there are too many variables to make a trip there.

So hope lies in...

Geralt pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"I know a sorceress who can help us."

Alwin's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Well, no wonder Geralt is known as the "female sorcerer pile driver." He's only been down the mountain for two years, and he already knows sorceresses.

Holt frowned even more. When he met Geralt, he had specifically told him to stay away from sorceresses, as they were ruthless characters who would devour people without spitting out the bones.

Geralt noticed their gazes and cleared his throat.

"Don't look at me like that, she's a therapist."

Holt's eyes were wary.

Is it reliable?

Geralt nodded. "I helped her at Lakeside Mark, she owes me a favor."

After saying that, he took something out of the lining of his black leather jacket—a necklace with a pendant.

The pendant is made of chrysoberyl, also known as topaz.

The badges on the three men's chests began to tremble slightly.

Under Alvin's Alchemy Perception, the necklace emitted silver ripples.

Geralt said, "This chain has a one-way information transmission function; it can send a message by touching it three times in a row."

"As agreed, she will open a portal and come immediately."

His gaze swept over the two of them; as a member of the team, he was seeking their consent.

Holt frowned.

Alwin said directly, "Time is of the essence, let's begin."

The three rode their horses to an open area.

Geralt rubbed the topaz on the necklace three times with his thumb.

In no time, Alwin felt the wolf head badge on his chest vibrate and a strong magical reaction.

A strong wind swept across the lawn, and a piercing buzzing sound filled the air, sounding like the flapping of insect wings, growing increasingly sharp and high-pitched.