Chapter 1111: Departure (2600 2800 Supplement)

Wolf screamed repeatedly.

Kalin's expression was cold and stern; the Cross Sword in his hand thrust straight out.

Wolf widened his eyes, staring at his own chest.

This sword thrust straight through him, then injured the antler-monster behind him.

Snap!

Not only that, Kalin seized the chance to throw a jar; after it shattered, a pungent odor spread out.

—Lamp oil!

It wasn't just lamp oil; inside, he had added an ointment he specifically concocted that had a damage bonus against antler-monsters!

Thanks to the inheritance of the Old Witcher, Kalin knew the weakness of this kind of antler-monster was that it feared fire!

Even more fortunately, that deceased Witcher had once encountered an antler-monster and had written down the experience of dealing with it in the inheritance.

"No, it's the Lilith couple!"

"Shh... you can't just say things like that."

"You are all on the same side from now on, so you must love and cherish one another..."

The location of the Baron Lancaster fief was within the Roge Kingdom, situated in the south of the kingdom, already bordering the national frontier.

During this process, the barony had always been very peaceful.

Kalin put away this material, looked at Wolf's corpse, and whispered a sentence.

The flames caught the lamp oil and immediately began to burn fiercely.

Aaron specifically chose a remote spot, then waited for Baroness Catherine's performance.

"War?"

A benevolent lord could allow the fief's people to live a little more comfortably and eat a few more full meals every year.

And just at this moment, Kalin had already thrown the torch with quick eyes and swift hands!

He was here to investigate the situation.

The other party was indeed a good hand at guarding the house and patrolling at night; with it there, how much trouble had he saved himself?

Those grave robbers, one by one, didn't even need him to take action; he could comfortably be a salary thief.

"Ghoul, old buddy..."

Besides that, the Ghoul was also hacked to pieces by him, and he found an Extraordinary Material the size of a walnut kernel, pale on the surface, with streaks of blood.

But such master Witchers often needed to join forces and fight at the cost of heavy losses to be able to surround and annihilate a Warlock!

"Chaos Power?"

Aaron, who knew the Graveyard like the back of his hand, naturally knew that no Wraith Flower had appeared in the Graveyard, not even a single root!

Otherwise, it would have been dug up by him long ago!

"But... it is also a trouble."

Finding a remote graveyard was naturally no problem at all.

Aaron read the Witcher Note, completely mesmerized.

"This was a casual arrangement by an Evil Domain Warlock; it might have failed, or been forgotten, but even if there is a one-in-ten-thousand chance they come back to check, what would the fate of me, this Gravekeeper, be?"

However, Aaron did not believe it entirely.

Aaron rubbed his chin: "To actually order that the sister not be buried in the family graveyard area; it seems the resentment is very deep!"

Kalin was wearing a brand-new set of armor; he was the latest Knight enfeoffed by Catherine, guarding Catherine's side without taking a step away.

Beautifying oneself and demonizing the enemy in historical records is a common skill for victors in both East and West.

This place is called the 'Aderson Continent', and it is covered with dense human kingdoms.

Those like Kalin are merely Witcher Apprentices!

One must swallow potions made from Extraordinary Materials, successfully break through human limits, and obtain extraordinary abilities to be considered a Formal Witcher!

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes helplessly: "Either this body has no talent for becoming a Warlock... or... becoming a Warlock requires some special Meditation Method... otherwise, with my experience, it is impossible not to sense any Chaos Power at all..."

After all... he was immortal.

The gorgeous carriage body was decorated with fresh flowers and bore the emblem of a Griffin Head.

Within one month, he must leave!

After making the decision, Aaron began to silently prepare for the long journey.

Aaron read many unspoken meanings between the lines of the Witcher Note and then made his guesses.

Through this note, he finally had a relatively profound understanding of this continent.

Aaron closed his eyes slightly: "According to what the Witchers say, a Warlock is a type of extremely terrifying monster mutated from humans... born with the ability to master spells... they are close to the evil Chaos Power!"

A piece of flesh, bright red with blue threads, was taken out of the antler-monster's abdominal cavity by Kalin.

After all, historical materials recorded from the perspective of Witchers are bound to be biased.

Aaron carried a large pack and shook his head: "Ivey, my friend... I advise you to prepare as soon as possible; the fief might be going to war..."

Or rather, there are quite a few smart people like himself.

This graveyard is very large, covering six or seven mu, and can be expanded outward at any time.

As the local Baron, the tombs of the Lancaster clan undoubtedly occupy the best positions in the graveyard.

Then, he began to search the Witcher's body.

"Comparatively speaking, if I had a choice, compared to the muscle-bound brute of a Witcher who swings a sword to hack people... I would still prefer a Warlock who is a spellcaster..."

By the way... continue to study the Witcher Note.

Just the day before he was prepared to set off.

"A Warlock?"

"Could it be... products of some kind of bloodline modification experiment?"

Bang!

The Witcher's corpse fell to the ground.

But now... it's over! Everything is over!

"Ah... my loyal friend, even at the final moment of death, you heroically fulfilled your duty... you are a good Ghoul!"

Catherine stood atop the carriage, waving frequently to the fief's people.

The sky was overcast, with a light, drizzling rain falling occasionally.

At worst, I can just come back in the name of my son or grandson!

Aaron returned to the Graveyard.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Besides this, he also gained an understanding of the ranks of Witchers.

If you encounter a cruel lord, you can only resign yourself to bad luck!

Because... the monster in the orchard is already dead.

Aaron voiced the speculation of most people, though in reality, he knew this was wrong.

It seems human nature is universal.

"A big shot? Could it be Miss Catherine?"

On the main road of the town, a huge carriage was moving slowly.

After finishing this, he burned the Ghoul's corpse and scattered the ashes next to the Witcher's grave, considering them neighbors.

Everyone was in a hurry, as if rushing to an appointment.

"Fortunately, the corpse was disposed of; whether it's a Witcher or a Warlock, they won't come immediately. There is still time!"

Aaron flipped through this black notebook and found it was just some records, containing no legacy.

Aaron looked at the Ghoul, feeling somewhat sad.

Very few people came to witness Aaron burying a pair of coffins in the Graveyard.

"Then, has it been confirmed that Miss Catherine can succeed as Baron?"

No one came near the Graveyard at all, so no one discovered this terrifying scene.

A corner of the Graveyard was in a mess, with a Witcher leaning on a Cross Sword, standing firmly.

In a flash, half a month passed.

"However, for me, this seems to be an advantage?"

Although there was no legacy in it, the occasional snippets of information, combined with Aaron's previous experience studying Witcher Decoction, still allowed him to see many things.

And above the Formal Witcher, there is the Master Witcher!

Such Witchers are very rare; each one can establish a brand-new Witcher school, and their combat experience and skills have already reached the Peak of Perfection.

Slap!

Aaron used a shovel to pack the last pile of dirt firmly and gave a word of advice.

He looked at the Witcher and bowed slightly: "Old iron... thank you too."

"The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal..."

Ivey walked into the Graveyard with a strange expression: "Zoro... prepare a grave, um... a big shot has died, but do not bury them in the Lancaster family plot."

Aaron looked around.

The Leshen let out a miserable shriek, released the already dead Wolf, and prepared to retreat into the darkness.

Given the miserable communication and contact technology of this era, Aaron set a one-month deadline for himself.

And it looked like the result wasn't too bad!

After the fire burned out, he moved Wolf's corpse away, stared at the Leshen's carcass, and, suppressing his nausea and retching, began to rummage through its body.

The only thing that concerned them was the matter of who would become Baron Lancaster!

Aaron came before the Witcher Joann, sighed, reached out, and gave a gentle push.

And beneath his blade, a Ghoul was skewered!

"What a pity... I didn't get to choose any of them!"

"Is that so? I don't think so... a woman who can hold a celebration on the day her own sister is buried... hehe..."

Ivey's face was instantly clouded with gloom, then he saw Aaron's attire and his pack: "You are..."

This way, it could also incidentally solve the problem of it becoming harder to play the role as I get older.

The wilderness here is a terrifying region where Water Ghosts, Leshens, and Wood Sprites roam!

The further away from areas of human activity, the greater the possibility of monsters appearing!

Ordinary people have no chance of surviving in the wilderness!

"Speaking of which... the origin of these monsters might be related to Warlocks..."

One minute passed, two minutes passed...

Aaron closed his eyes and instantly entered a state of Meditation.

There wasn't much on the Witcher: just a crossbow, a sword, a book, and a money pouch containing some small trinkets.

"You did a beautiful job..."

"It's been so many years, and this is the first time I've known this place belongs to the Roge Kingdom..."

To reach this point was already the result of him risking everything.

Burial day.

With his own vision and insight as a Grandmaster of Spirituality, he could fully develop brand-new potions based on the Witcher Decoction.

As for the future?

Once there is danger, flee a thousand miles; this is the advanced experience that the Immortal Venerable of Longevity used back then to survive until the final victory.

"It's not that kind of petty squabble, but a war with a powerful enemy; people will die, many people will die!" Aaron emphasized his tone: "Lilith's husband comes from a Viscount family, after all; will the other side admit defeat?"

Aaron prepared to study.

At this moment, even the dark clouds all dispersed, and golden sunlight and a rainbow spilled down, seemingly celebrating for this new lord!

The violent tongues of fire were like a real monster, swallowing the antlered monster!

Kalin spotted the opportunity and slashed out with his sword!

A burning antlered head flew up.

Aaron muttered a complaint.

This is an Extraordinary Material!

It is also the basis for him to advance and become a true Witcher!

"I'm sorry..."

"My friend, I am preparing to leave; I wish you good luck!"

Early morning.

After a long while...

Roar!

Then, he returned to his small cabin, boiled a pot of water, had bread for breakfast, and read a book while he was at it.

This black notebook was named 'Witcher Note' by Aaron; although it lacked a heritage, it recorded many useful things.

Ivey's expression was quite strange: "They were assassinated by an assassin of unknown origin... My god, it's exactly the same as the old Baron..."

Or even—a brand-new Extraordinary profession!

"Mutual destruction, I don't even need to finish them off?"

Few serfs and commoners choose to flee into the wilderness; one reason is they are reluctant to leave their farmland, and the second is that the wild is too dangerous!

For example... the origins of Witchers, some famous battles, and even... the existence of Warlocks!

Aaron clicked his tongue twice, thinking of himself back when he was opening up medicine gardens everywhere.

However, for commoners, this is indeed not an important matter.

At the wound site, this Witcher's blood had all drained away!

Even though he possessed extraordinary power, after suffering such a serious injury, he still died.

Except for Wolf being discovered missing, and then the monster legends in the orchard spreading rapidly, causing it to quickly fall into ruin... becoming a major ghost story in the territory, nothing else happened.

"After all... judging from the formula, Witchers have undergone genetic mutation; they are completely two different species from ordinary people, and there might even be reproductive isolation..."

Then, when he flipped to the content about the Dream Ghoul, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Sure enough... just as I guessed, someone is raising that Ghoul to cultivate precious Magic Potions? What a pity..."

Aaron muttered a complaint in his heart.

Ivey made a gesture: "Anyway, remember, just find a remote graveyard and stay far away from the Lancaster family graveyard..."

Ivey saw Aaron coming over and said with eyes slightly teary: "The new Baron is a kind person; perhaps our days are about to get better..."

After finishing all this, Kalin immediately knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

Perhaps some people would fantasize that a Warlock passed by, saw that the Gravekeeper had great aptitude, and then took him in as a student or something...

Finally...

He would absolutely never risk his own life!

"Besides that, the Witcher Joann is dead, and his companions will definitely track him down all the way here; that is also a trouble... so, is it time to leave?"

Then, they left one after another, their faces recovering their smiles; some ladies even changed into new dresses and came to Yanan Town.

He had long since died; the wound on his lower body explained everything.

Aaron did not hold this hope at all.

Formal Witchers possess high disease resistance, their various basic attributes are improved, and they gain special abilities based on different Extraordinary Materials.

"Zoro, are you finished with your work?"

Furthermore, he did not necessarily have to follow the path of a Witcher.

"No problem."

Aaron also prepared the supplies needed for the long journey.

But the scene he saw made him slightly surprised.

However, he still happily accepted it, and then found a pit in the Graveyard to bury the Witcher's corpse.

Aaron waved his hand backward, heading in the opposite direction of the crowd.

When he walked out of the range of Yanan Town, huge cheers erupted behind him...

(End of this chapter)