The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 115 White Wolf Territory

Chapter 115 White Wolf Territory

“Yes,” Miodrag said, “Although Atamon is the dean of the Ben Ade Magic Academy, he has committed a serious crime and, according to the laws of Cordwin, deserves to die.”

"It is illegal to kill someone without authorization. Even if you have done a good job in protecting him, a good deed is a good deed, and a crime is a crime."

"Arwin, I now render the following judgment upon the Wolf School Witchers."

"Over the next ten years, you will be tasked with clearing the frontier of Cordwin, including all matters such as hunting commissions."

"Of course, the mission won't be a pointless death for you. For each mission completed, the local lord will evaluate it, and the royal family will provide a reward of no less than 50 crowns."

"How is it?"

Miodrag left his seat and walked over.

Alwin was taken aback.

This verdict didn't feel like a punishment at all, but rather a reward, a disguised form of demon-hunting commission.

It can even allow witchers to quickly restore their reputation within the territory of Kaldwin.

After all, when you exorcise demons for those lords and villagers, it's all free in their eyes, so how could your reputation not skyrocket?

The Royal Family Witcher?

As for the nobles present, they were naturally happy to see this, since it was paid for by the royal family and they were providing free labor. Who would complain?

"I accept, Your Majesty," said Arwin.

"Ha," Miodrag stepped forward and patted Arwen on the shoulder, "Very good, now it's time for the rewards."

"The baronial title I mentioned before remains valid. As for the fiefdom, do you have any preferred options?"

"There are still many unclaimed wastelands in Cordwin waiting to be developed. You are young and promising, and bestowing upon you the title of hero will certainly not disappoint me."

Upon hearing this, all the nobles raised their heads.

Arwin said, "Your Majesty, the fief I have chosen is Kael Morhen Fortress deep within the Blue Mountains."

Kael Morhen is not strictly speaking within Cordwin's sphere of influence, so it can be considered no man's land.

Miodrag seemed to have anticipated this, and with this move, Cordwin's territory naturally encompassed the Blue Mountains.

"Alright, Erikson, write down the fiefdom."

"Yes."

"Actoron, you are now registered."

The Royal Herald and Brotherhood Secretary rose. "Yes, Your Majesty."

He bowed to Arwen. "Baron, please stay after the banquet. We need to discuss the specific details regarding the territory and heraldry."

Arwin returned the greeting, "Thank you for your trouble, Lord Acteon."

"Ha," Akton chuckled, "it's my duty. Such a young pioneer baron is a rare find in the entire history of Cordwin."

"Oh, right," Miodrag continued, "also register Kael Morhen's name as a Witcher, to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation."

Akteon said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will do my best."

Miodrag nodded. "Fellow colleagues, the main matters of the Brotherhood of High Gourmets have now concluded. Congratulations to Cordwin on having a new baron."

Everyone stood up to offer their congratulations.

Louis-Pold, the marker above, clapped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Witcher."

The Marquis and Earl of Lakeside also stepped forward and inquired about Geralt's situation.

Upon learning that the latter was also in the palace, the two were delighted and prepared to meet him when they had some free time.

Next, the royal steward immediately ordered servants to bring in delicacies from the kitchen.

As the rising star and youngest nobleman at this banquet, Arwin had to drink and converse with the other gentlemen.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversations, he managed to build a considerable network of connections.

After all, he was a baron personally promoted by the king, so everyone present gave him a lot of face.

With his childhood memories, Alwin could easily become a familiar face even if he didn't say much.

As the Royal Chief Hunting Officer, Jan Ehenholz also proposed hunting trips with Arwen.

The northern kingdoms were all warlike, and they all started making a ruckus.

The atmosphere at the banquet grew increasingly lively.

Of course, this excludes Euclid, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes fixed on the black truffle roasted chicken on the table.

His gaze was like a venomous snake in a swamp, making Alwin feel extremely uneasy.

The banquet didn't end until evening. As soon as Arwin stepped out of the royal hall, Aktien came to greet him.

He dragged Alwin along to conduct a preliminary registration of the territory, as well as to draft heraldic principles and the territory's title.

For the emblem, Arwen chose a wolf's head as the design.

As for the title for the territory, I've come up with "White Wolf Territory" as a small tribute to Geralt.

There were also some messy registrations to complete. By the time I finished all that, it was almost midnight before I finally left the palace.

The cool moonlight shone down, and Alwin raised his hand to unbutton his collar, letting the cold wind blow in and alleviate his deep fatigue and the effects of the alcohol.

He then let out a long sigh of relief and silently complained to himself.

Dealing with these nobles is more tiring than killing monsters.

With that thought in mind, he quickened his pace and headed towards the guest rooms that had not been burned down not far away.

Back in the guest room, it was pitch black; no lights were on.

But seven pairs of bright, sharp cat eyes looked at him at the same time.

Vesemir stepped forward. "Arwen, how is it?"

Alwin's straight shoulders finally relaxed, and he spread his hands.

"It's over, Master Vesemir, and everyone else."

"Atamon has been sentenced to death, and King Miodrag has ordered the abolition of the book 'Freaks' and the restoration of the reputation of the Kael Mohan Wolf School."

"Really?" Vesemir's breathing became rapid, and even though his mutated body was trying to suppress it, his voice trembled slightly.

Alwin said, "Absolutely true."

Vesemir's face lit up with delight. He turned around and said, "Holt, you damn bastard, did you hear me?"

Holt lay on the bed, half of his body wrapped in bandages, his amber cat-like eyes welling up with tears.

"I heard it, Vesemir, I heard it."

Geralt and Escalde stepped forward and patted Arwen on the shoulder.

Geralt said, "Well done, Arwin."

Aiskar nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," Paul stepped forward and punched Alvin in the chest, while also touching the fabric of the nobleman's robe.

"Oh, you're dressed quite like a nobleman."

Arwin rolled his eyes at him, cleared his throat, and mimicked Louis-Pold's tone.

"Ha, you guessed it. You should call me Baron, you know that, you rude scoundrel."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Holt looked shocked.

Horton's mouth dropped open. "Alvin, you're not lying to us again, are you?"

Arwen laughed, "Doesn't it seem so? Soon the decree will be sent to Kael'thas, which will be the territory of our Wolf School, the kind that is legally recognized."

"ha!"

Even Winston and Aiken couldn't stay calm anymore and crowded around.

"If you were really a baron, wouldn't I be able to marry a knight?" Winston said.

Alwin said, "It's not a problem if you're willing."

Winston's cat-like eyes flashed, and he immediately knelt on one knee. "Winston greets the Baron."

Alwin kicked him and laughed, "If you keep flattering me like that, I'll shove your head up your ass."