The Divine Hunter

As Grant said, the guards returned to Amavit Castle before noon to confirm that the witcher had killed all the monsters in the tomb. At the moment, the butler showed a lot of enthusiasm towards the two of them.

"At noon today, I will instruct the servants to prepare a sumptuous luncheon to entertain the master. The master usually wakes up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and will naturally thank the two of them in person at that time."

Grant no longer objected to the witcher's request to search the room. "With the authority of my housekeeper, at most two people are allowed to inspect the rooms on the bottom two floors of the castle. As for the higher floors, sorry, that must be approved by the master."

"Also." The witcher didn't ask for more, and then followed the middle-aged maid assigned by the housekeeper to start a sweep.

The process was as expected, except for the slightest evidence of petty theft by the servants, no signs of magical power fluctuations and banshee activities were found.

But it was not for nothing. The two found the location of the kitchen where the basement was located, roughly figured out the structure of the first and second floors of the castle, and secretly recorded the rotation time of the soldiers.

...

At noon, after enjoying a special luncheon with the flavor of White Orchard, not long after, the butler led the two to the meeting room on the third floor. In the spacious hall, braziers are lit around, warm and bright.

On the bearskin sofa in the center, there was a slightly fat middle-aged man covered in alcohol. He was wearing a saffron red coat and a white fox waistcoat. Under the dark red hair, his face was swollen and his skin was loose. His black eyes were slender and fox-like with a wicked aura, and two thick dark circles hung on his eyelids. At this moment, he is spreading his legs, listless and yawning, and behind him there is a maid who is vigorously massaging his shoulders.

Ignacio Viriles

Age: Thirty-two

Occupation: Baron of White Orchard, member of the Williere family

Roy observed the various attributes of Jazz again. He had been hollowed out by alcohol and his physique was weaker than ordinary people.

"Drink it again, this guy won't have a few years to live."

"Dear Lord of White Orchard, we are..."

"Grant mentioned to me, the witcher of the Snake faction... Master, Roy and Leto." Ignacio showed a weak smile, sitting upright on the sofa,

"You have passed the prize, we are just two little people wandering on the mainland, and we should not be named masters.

"

"I'm not kidding," Igna corrected his tone. "The two of you can completely eliminate the monsters entrenched in the tomb. You are so smarter than the previous wastes. This honor is well deserved." He emphasized his tone. , "I am really grateful for this."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a small ticket with his fingers and handed it behind him, and the maid immediately held it in front of the two of them.

"This is a check of two hundred crowns. Cash it at any Vivaldi bank on the mainland.

"It's not in vain for me to let go of your ancestor's coffin." Roy and Leto smiled knowingly, and readily put the check close to him.

Seeing this, Ignacio nodded with satisfaction, "From now on, the two of you will be the guests of the Velieris family, and you are welcome to visit Amavit Castle at any time. In addition, I will host a banquet tonight to personally entertain you. Two masters."

"It's an honor..." Leto stroked his stomach and bowed.

But Roy was very surprised. At present, the lord's performance is not at all like what they have heard. He does whatever he wants and is unreasonable.

Few nobles are willing to lower their stature and warmly entertain the witcher.

"Could it be that in the past two years, Ignatius has fully realized and reformed?"

"But with his weak body... I'm afraid he didn't leave the marks on the three skulls."

Roy decided to test it out, "Lord Ignacio, about your family's tomb, there are still some things that must be notified to you in advance."

Roy glanced at the maid.

Ignacio turned his face, "Liv, go and close the living room door!" Then he faced the witcher again, "She is trustworthy, no matter what the secret master is, but it doesn't matter."

"Then let me tell you straight," Roy shrugged, "Yesterday we cleaned up the innermost tomb and found that the four coffins in the center had been moved..."

"The fifteenth tomb and the coffin in the center were all desecrated?" Ignacio's pupils became a slit, and his tone couldn't help tightening.

Roy stared at the lord's change in expression, and slowly stated, "According to the inscription on the coffin, there is a coffin that is the resting place of your mother, Marie Verrières, but the bones are missing... and Your mother's corpse... turned into a banshee."

"What!" Ignacio yelled, getting up from the sofa. Only then did the witcher realize that his stature was extremely tall, similar to Lesso, the giant humanoid beast. But chronic alcoholism destroyed his health, and he became a little hunched over.

Ignacio walked quickly to the demon hunter, almost roaring, "Who dares to desecrate the bones of my relatives? Tomb robbers, no, there are monsters guarding them, they can't enter the innermost." He lowered his head and said to himself He murmured, "How can Mary become... a banshee? Impossible, my favorite Mary can't become a monster!"

"What's going on? Demon Hunter!" Ignacio raised his head suddenly, questioning in his tone.

"Sorry, I think about this..." Roy took a step forward sharply, looking straight into the lord's pupils, his fingers nimbly crossing the air. "You should know why, Lord, and think back to what you've done over the past few years."

Ignacio blocked the sight of the maid behind him, and the maid did not notice the witcher's small movements.

The maid only heard a vague and general statement from the witcher, and then Ignacio's face turned pale, as if he was having epilepsy, and his whole body began to tremble.

"Is this a punishment?" Ignatius blushed, and his pupils were bloodshot, "Witcher, is this the gods punishing my past stupid behavior?"

The witcher remained silent, they did not expect the other's reaction to be so violent.

Ignacio's voice was erratic, "John, Florian, Mary, my poor relatives died one by one, ghosts were born in the family tombs for no reason, the bones of my relatives were desecrated, my body was getting weaker and weaker, and I couldn't even serve the family. Continuing the bloodline, this is all a punishment from the gods, right?" He lowered his head, staring at his hands like a demon, with disgust and horror flashing in his eyes,

"I am a butcher with blood on my hands, a sinner! Killing my relatives and subjects..." On the other side, the maid hurriedly brought a glass of wine, "Sir, please don't blame yourself. You have a drink, drink some Just get some sleep and drink!"

As she said that, the maid gave the witcher a timid look, "Two masters, you... what kind of magic did you perform on the sergeant?!"

"He come to magic, just let him face his heart."

"No... Liv, don't blame the witcher, and don't give me any more wine," Ignacio shook his head slowly, and said nervously, "Wine can numb my body, but it can't numb my spirit and soul. Opening my eyes every day is torture...pain...I can't wait to go down to accompany my deceased relatives...I can't bear to let the family completely die."

"Do you regret it?" The two witchers approached the lord side by side.

"What's the use of regret? I, Ignatius Veliris, caused it all to get to where I am today. Even regret is useless."

Ignatius inserted his fingers into his red hair, and frantically moved his hair. A big man started sobbing.

The oncoming witcher glanced at the back of the lord's head inadvertently, and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Actually, I agreed with your idea at the beginning... My lord, forgive me!" Roy walked to the lord, held the back of his head in surprise, and lifted his thick hair.

"Witcher, stop! Don't hurt Sir, am I calling someone?"

"Don't worry!" Lesuo glanced at the maid coldly, the fierce look in his eyes made the other party instantly silence. "It won't hurt your lord, just confirm some things."

After a while, the familiar mark buried in the hair came into view - Po?wi?ca? si?

"It turns out that this brand is not a skull engraved after death."

Roy and Leto exchanged glances.

"Your Excellency, do you know that there is a mark on the back of the head."

"Of course I know..." Ignacio replied, "This is the birthmark of the Velieris family, the proof of the bloodline. Once all members of the immediate family are born, this mark is on the back of the forehead."

"Including your grandfather and grandmother?"

"That's right, what's the problem? Two masters, what are you trying to say?" Ignacio stopped sobbing, and the witcher's puzzled question made him panic inexplicably.

Lesuo stared into his eyes and said solemnly,

"Sir, I'm pretty sure now that it's not just coincidence and a drunken mistake you made in the past that your relatives are dying one after the other. The mark on the back of your head isn't an ordinary birthmark...it's a witchcraft mark," Letho's lips twitched. , "This sign means sacrifice in the ancient language."

A gust of cool air rushed out of his body in an instant and stopped Ignacio's heart. He opened his lips, unable to speak, and the flesh on his face began to tremble.

The little maid also timidly moved away from the lord. "Sacrifice? The gods are on top! Has the master's family been sacrificed by the devil?"

For country dwellers, witchcraft is far more terrifying than the word magic, because it is associated with evil.

Ignacio's voice was dry and hoarse, "The Velires family is about to be cut off from my generation, and that's why? You... what evidence do you have?"

"Do you still need evidence?" The witcher squinted at the lord and threatened, "Remember the death of your relatives! When you slaughtered those old and weak women and children and committed those atrocities, it was only because of drinking. Or can't you be controlled by something?!"

At this moment, the memory of the lord of White Orchard was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, tumbling and surging. He remembered what his grandfather and grandmother told him when he was a child, "Ignatius, this is a symbol of the family blood, bringing lucky birthmarks. ."

The bizarre experiences of the earlier generation, and the mental state that seemed to be out of control.

He began to believe and began to blame his guilt on the unknown devil.

"No, it's not about the birthmark, something else is at play!" Ignacio murmured, grabbing the witcher's wrist,

"You're going to help me out, Master Witcher? I'll pay you, and I promise it in the honor of House Viriles, which is definitely more than clearing the tomb!"

"Money can't buy everything." Leto shook his head and pulled away.

"What do you mean, Master Letho?"

"You need atonement, Ignacio..." Roy stood in front of him, "Do you remember the witcher who died tragically in the family tomb two years ago by your wrongful conviction?"

"His name is Cogrim."

Ignacio opened his mouth wide, and then he saw Roy stretch out his hand and wave, and a pile of dead skeletons appeared out of thin air on the floor in front of him.

The maid's eyes turned white and she almost fainted.

And Ignacio barely kept his composure.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a simple magic trick, and witchers have magical friends, understand. What I'm going to say next isn't a threat, it's a deal."

Leto grabbed Roy's arm, but the latter ignored him, still in a loud voice, "Noble of Temeria, lord of White Orchard, Sir Ignatius Veliris, would you like to be killed by you? Dead Serpent Witcher Cogrim... kowtow in apology..."

"Cough..." Ignacio's face flushed with humiliation, and an inexplicable voice came out of his throat.

As for the young witcher, Anjin's pupils stared at him, and his voice was like a bayonet, stabbing a knife into Jazz's heart.

"As long as you sincerely apologize to Cogrim - kowtow! Then we will be merciful, consider taking over your entrustment, and find out the source of the villainous family's misfortune for you."