nownovels Chapter 114 Lakeside Landmark
Chapter 114 Lakeside Landmark
Chapter 114 Lakeside Landmark
"Wizard, we're talking about the Wolf School of Witchers, not the Cat School or the Viper School."
"That's what the Marquis of Lakeside Landmark said."
Euclid retorted in a deep voice, "Marquis Vaiknin, what's the difference?"
The Marquis of Lakeside Landmark stepped away from his seat, his tone solemn, "Of course!"
"I don't know if the witcher involved this time is named Geralt. Although he is a witcher, he is also a kind and compassionate person."
"Instead of the cold-blooded, ruthless, profit-driven inhuman species you describe."
The Marquis's tone hardened, and he pointed at Euclid, causing the latter to furrow his brow.
Lord Finnegan, standing next to the Marquess of Lakeside, also rose.
"As the Earl said, Geralt is a kind-hearted man."
"Just six months ago, he helped a lover, our child, at the lakeside landmark."
"This man, whom you call a cold-blooded freak, risked being executed as an assassin and helped them without asking for a single reward."
"It was also because of him, Geralt the Witcher, that my Finnegan family and the Vaiknin family were reconciled."
"Next year, our two families will become in-laws, and I am truly grateful to Geralt for that."
The Marquess of Lakeside and the Earl of Finnegan exchanged a glance and smiled.
"Indeed, my wife is quite grateful for this. If Geralt weren't so elusive, we would have invited him to our child's wedding."
"It's just a coincidence that we can take this opportunity to deliver the gift to Geralt, or have the Witcher from the Wolf School deliver it to him on my behalf."
"And fellow colleagues, our child's wedding is scheduled for the Spring Equinox next year, and we would like to invite you all to attend."
After saying this, the two picked up their wine glasses, drank them in one gulp, and then performed the aristocratic etiquette.
Finnegan and Waiknin were about to be married, and all the nobles present, including King Miodrag, rose to offer their blessings.
Finnegan and Wajkinen are the two major families of Lakeside Landmark.
During the era of pioneering and development, the two families supported each other, forged ahead together, and laid a solid foundation for their businesses.
However, the relationship between the two families gradually broke down as they fought for the marquisate.
Later on, the fight escalated to the point of bloodshed, and even indirectly caused the death of a family head.
Thus, the two families became sworn enemies.
Over the years, there has been absolutely no improvement.
Coincidentally, Redfinnegan, the future heir of the Finnegan family, fell in love at first sight with Ludmila, the daughter of the Marquis of Wajkinen, at a dinner party.
The two quickly fell in love, but due to their families' long-standing feud, they were never able to be together.
At some point, word got out about their relationship.
Despite the best efforts of both families' heads to persuade them, they could not separate the two.
Ultimately, Lord Finnegans confined Redfield to his own estate to reflect on his actions.
Marquis Vaiknin was even more ruthless, imprisoning Ludmila on a small island under the heavy guard of the Vaiknin family heirs.
The couple's love story touched Ms. Frey, who decided to help them by risking using a portal to send Redfield to the island.
However, due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, Geralt mistakenly believed that he had been captured by a monster.
Vaiknin's heir greatly admired Geralt, verbally abused Redfield, imprisoned him in the dungeon, and announced his execution the next day.
After investigating, Geralt learned that the couple truly loved each other and couldn't bear to see them suffer.
Ultimately, on Ms. Frey's advice, they helped the two escape the island.
This is also why Ms. Frey said she owed Geralt a favor.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually became lively, filled with sounds of blessings.
Euclid, however, seemed out of place, his expression shifting between light and dark.
"Even if what the Marquis says is true, it is still not a reason to kill someone without authorization!"
All eyes were once again focused on him, and some even muttered a curse under their breath for being such a spoilsport.
Miodrag squinted, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
"Indeed, this is not a reason to kill, but this witcher also saved my life."
"Under the dragon flames of the dragon golems you offered!"
"Is it enough that it's not you, Euclid, nor that runaway wizard George?"
"This—" Euclid gritted his teeth, cursing George in his mind once again.
Miodrag stood up and straightened his clothes.
"Alright, as you all know, as a monarch, I have always been very open-minded. Now I will make a judgment on the Witcher's book 'Freaks' and the matter of restoring the reputation of the Wolf School Witchers."
"Note that I'm referring to the Wolf School, the Witchers of Kael'thas. Raise your hand if you agree."
Miodrag's sharp eyes swept around the surroundings.
Upon hearing this, the Marquess of Lakeside and Finnegan immediately raised their right hands, followed by Louis-Bold of Uphill.
The Earl of the Lower Lands ate a salted almond. "Your Majesty, since the Marquis of the Lower Lands is not present, I choose to abstain."
Miodrag nodded. "Similarly, the Marquis of the Western Lands' vote is also considered an abstention."
Following his gaze, royal officials, including the Royal Chief Hunter, the Royal Herald and the Brotherhood Secretary, raised their hands.
They stand firmly by King Miodrag's side.
Miodrag's gaze fell upon Euclid, and as king, he exuded an imposing aura without even raising his voice.
The threat was self-evident.
Euclid was so angry that his mustache stood on end, but under pressure from those in power, he silently raised his hand.
"Very good. Except for the two marquises who abstained due to absence, the vote passed unanimously."
"Erikson, immediately draft a document to abolish 'Freaks' and issue an edict throughout the country."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the royal steward standing on the right side of the door said respectfully.
Ms. Frey's eyes lit up with joy, and she covered her chest with both hands; this matter was finally about to be settled.
"Also," Miodrag turned his head slightly, "bring in the Arwen Witcher."
"Yes."
Royal steward Erikson pushed open the mahogany relief door.
The messenger's voice echoed loudly through the corridor.
Soon, a man dressed in a black and white nobleman's suit walked into the Knights Hall.
Everyone present looked at him, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Alwin had black hair, a tall and upright figure, and well-defined features.
His well-tailored black and white turtleneck suit perfectly accentuated his inverted triangle physique, honed through years of training.
And those yellow cat eyes, set against this luxurious attire, exuded an aura of majesty and oppression.
The only downside was its sickly pale, inhuman skin.
Oh, and one more thing, this face is so young, so incredibly young.
She doesn't look eighteen years old.
Despite the stares of the crowd, especially the sinister gaze of the old man in the wizard's robes in the corner, Alwin remained neither arrogant nor humble. He strode to the center of the horseshoe-shaped table and bowed to the crowd with a noble salute.
"Arwin greets His Majesty and all the lords."
This set of aristocratic etiquette impressed many of the nobles present.
That's too perfect, completely unimaginable. It's something a crude witcher could do.
Miodrag raised his hand. "No need for formalities here."
"We have already reached a verdict regarding the feud between Atamon and the Witcher."
Arwen looked up. "Your Majesty, I am all ears."