Chapter 172

The next day, Wyzima Palace.

Under Triss's guidance, Wayne successfully met the King of the Kingdom of Temeria.

King Foltest is a handsome middle-aged noble; when the two met in a living room in the castle, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a gloomy expression, followed by two armed attendants and several court ministers.

After seeing Wayne, he ignored the persuasion of others, drove Triss and others out of the living room, leaving only Wayne and him sitting opposite each other by the fireplace.

"Are you the witcher Wayne?"

The king's voice was hoarse and low; his daughter and wife had always been the biggest pain in his heart; now his daughter, who should have died, actually resurrected, turned into a bloodthirsty monster, and became a huge hidden danger in the old city of Wyzima.

Even the construction of the new city of Wyzima and the relocation of the palace away from the old site were inextricably linked to this matter.

It is precisely because of this that even now, this matter is still a very major entanglement in the heart of this king.

Even if everyone in the kingdom opposed it, his attitude of wanting to keep his daughter remained firm.

"Yes, Your Majesty the King, I am from Kaer Morhen, a witcher of the Wolf School."

Wayne had a polite smile on his face, and his voice was calm and composed, as if the person in front of him was not a king, but just a person who could communicate normally.

Such an attitude made Foltest somewhat surprised, but he also had a little more confidence in his heart; at least being able to show such calmness when facing a king, he should have some skills.

"I don't know what the Wolf School is, but the legend of the witcher, I have been hearing about it since I was a child."

"Unlike those prejudiced and short-sighted people, I know very well that you are all experts in dealing with monsters, experienced, and never show mercy."

"But I think, Advisor Triss should have already told you the inside story of this matter, and you should also understand what kind of person you are going to deal with."

Foltest's expression did not change much, his eyes staring tightly at Wayne's eyes, saying word by word:

"I hope you can tell me, for this matter, for lifting the curse of the striga, how much confidence do you have?"

Seeing that King Foltest's attitude was so solemn, Wayne also restrained his smile and answered with a serious attitude: "If it were just me, I would have about sixty percent confidence; however, if His Majesty the King gives me support, allowing me to make some arrangements, then I should have ninety percent confidence."

"But Your Majesty the King, please rest assured, even if the curse of the striga is not successfully lifted, I will not hurt her life; my purpose is just to control her, not to let her cause more chaos and slaughter in Wyzima."

Foltest was silent for a few seconds; Wayne's answer exceeded his expectations; whether it was whether he could lift the curse of his daughter or whether he could control the striga not to cause more slaughter in Wyzima, he could accept both results.

But King Foltest is not a king who knows nothing about things outside and is easily fooled; he knows very well that in the Kingdom of Temeria, countless nobles are waiting for him to make a fool of himself, waiting to weaken the imperial power and seek profit for themselves.

And sorceresses mostly obey the arrangements of the Sorcerers Brotherhood; compared to loyalty to the king, they are obviously more inclined to the former; therefore, Foltest does not completely trust Triss and others.

After considering for dozens of seconds, the king put forward his own conditions.

"I want to watch the lifting of the curse throughout the whole process and see my daughter turn back into a human with my own eyes."

For this request of the king, Wayne of course cannot agree; not to mention that doing so would expose his strength and secrets, and as a king, if he encounters any danger, it is not only not good for everyone, but a huge hidden danger.

So he shook his head and refused directly: "This is impossible, Your Majesty the King; dealing with the striga alone, I still have confidence, but if you are present, I still have to distract myself to take care of you."

"In that case, it is very likely that an accident will occur, forcing me to kill your daughter."

Seeing Foltest still looking at him silently, Wayne continued:

"How about this, Your Majesty the King, during the period when I lift the curse for the striga, you can stay outside the tomb with Ms. Triss and wait for my good news." "Although I don't suggest you go to see the ugly appearance of the striga before the curse is lifted, if you insist on seeing it, I can make arrangements for this."

The two sides confronted for about a minute or two; it seemed that realizing Wayne would not make concessions on this, King Foltest sighed lightly, turned his head to look at the burning fireplace, and after being in a daze for a few seconds, asked somewhat sadly: "Wayne, you witchers are experts on monsters, and you also know far more about the curse of the striga than ordinary people."

"Many people say that the reason why my child was born prematurely and has now turned into a bloodthirsty monster is because of the affair between me and my sister Adda."

"Is it because of what we did that she was cursed?"

"Is it really because of me and Adda that my daughter died prematurely at birth and then turned into a monster?"

Wayne considered for a few seconds; as someone who has read the original work and played the game, he knows far more about this matter than the king himself.

He shook his head and said directly: "Your Majesty, the birth of the striga comes from a curse, comes from huge resentment; this is not a naturally formed curse, but someone used a special method to cast a vicious curse on your daughter."

"The affair between you and your sister is not a malicious thing; two people who love each other are not doing anything harmful to heaven and reason."

"There is a real culprit for this matter; it is he who killed your daughter and cursed her into a monster."

Foltest was stunned, and then flew into a rage; his originally gloomy eyes also became extremely fierce; for the matter of his daughter and wife, he had always thought it was his own fault and had never thought that besides this matter, there was actually a real culprit and he had been at large.

Thinking that his daughter died at the hands of others and was cursed into a monster, infinite anger surged in Foltest's heart; he gritted his teeth, stared at Wayne, and said seriously:

"Is everything you said true? Witcher."

"Are you sure my daughter didn't die prematurely by nature, but was cursed to death?"

Wayne's expression did not change, just nodded seriously, and said with a certain tone:

"Yes, Your Majesty the King, and this person must be quite familiar with the palace and able to come into contact with court-related affairs; otherwise, he would not have this opportunity to release the curse."

Saying this, Wayne changed the subject and said in a calm voice: "And Your Majesty the King, you don't have to be too anxious; this striga incident should also have his participation to develop into the current appearance."

"If you inadvertently reveal to a part of the people in the palace that a witcher is quite confident in lifting this curse."

"This culprit is likely to jump out actively to hinder me from lifting the curse; at that time, I will have the confidence to find the culprit and completely solve this matter."

Although Foltest's heart was full of anger, after listening to Wayne's speech, he could still remain calm; his fingers tapped on the armrest of the seat, and after considering for dozens of seconds, he looked at Wayne solemnly and said: "Your news is very shocking, witcher."

"Although I still cannot completely believe you, I think it is okay to try according to your method."

"If you can make my daughter return to human form next, and help me catch the culprit, as a father, as a husband, I owe you a favor, and you will definitely receive heavy rewards."

"Even if you want to become a noble and obtain a fief, I can promise you."

Leaving the living room where he talked with the king, Triss and several ministers had been waiting in the corridor; seeing Wayne walk out, the sorceress immediately greeted him, seemingly wanting to say something.

Wayne shook his head lightly at her, and after telling her to talk in detail at night, he left Wyzima Palace.

The method to lift the curse of the striga is almost the same as what he saw in the original work; it is necessary to drive the striga away from her coffin and let her stay outside the coffin until dawn.

In order to achieve this goal, Wayne must make some preparations in advance.

(End of this chapter)