The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 55 Encirclement

A rooster crowed from Baihe Town not far away.

As dawn broke and the clear sunlight streamed into the alder forest, casting dappled patterns of light through the branches.

Alwin pressed his knee against the werewolf's cheek, holding that position for almost the entire night.

On his pale face, there were still bulging blood vessels that had been eroded by toxins.

He lowered his gaze, and the werewolf's charred fur began to shorten, while his nearly 1.8-meter-tall, strong muscles began to ripple.

He stood up, and in the blink of an eye, the werewolf's body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, transforming back into a ten-year-old black-haired boy, Damian, the baron of White River Territory.

The boy had handsome features, but his skin bore large burn marks, and his chest rose and fell slightly beneath his shirt made of five parsley leaves.

Damian is still alive.

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +5!]

[Quin, Igni, Yard, Aard, and Axis Sign Experience +5!]

Arwen sheathed his silver sword and bent down to pick up a twig.

Point the tip of the twig at Damian's bloodless lips and flip them up.

He silently formed a hand seal with his left hand, ready to instantly create the Kunen hand seal should any unexpected situation arise.

He didn't want to end up like Geralt, battling a vampire bird all night only to be bitten by the prey he had just caught, his neck almost snapped off.

Fortunately, Damian's canine teeth have completely retracted, and he no longer exhibits wolf-like characteristics.

The werewolf curse is now resolved.

"Waaah..."

Damian's face showed a pained expression, and there were three blood lines on his chest from which blood was still flowing.

He could withstand the injury when he was in wolf form, but if he remained in human form, the wound would soon take his life if left untreated.

Arwen dropped the wooden stick in his hand, made a hand seal, and softly chanted a spell.

Light green light particles emerged from his palm and flew into Damian's wound.

[Healing Technique]!

A gentle magical force swept over Damian's body, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Hmm..." After a murmur, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing light red eyes just like his mother's.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

"Where is this?"

Damian struggled to his feet, rubbing his head, as if he had no memory of his wolf-like transformation.

"Who are you?" Damian's eyes widened as he looked at Alwin, but upon seeing the other's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, he cowered and took a few steps back. "Monster...a vampire! Don't hurt me!"

Alwin did not answer, but simply took a few steps back.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the alder grove.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alwin saw Baron White River, Leo Kremer, wearing a deep blue breastplate, running towards them.

When Damian saw that familiar face again, his face lit up with surprise and he ran towards him quickly.

"Father!"

Baron Shirakawa's speed increased, his expression devoid of any joy, instead cold.

Something is wrong!

Alwin's alarm bells rang loudly, and his left hand, which had been holding the Quen sign, suddenly took effect, with light blue light spots attaching to his body.

"call out!"

A hurried voice rang out from the forest!

"Snap!"

As Alwin dodged, the shield shattered into starlight.

"Clang!"

The trunk of the alder tree not far from me made a crisp sound.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black arrow embedded in the tree trunk, splinters flying everywhere, the fletching of the arrow still trembling.

Crossbow bolts.

"what!"

A scream suddenly rang out, and Alwin frowned.

Just ahead, Damian's chest was pierced by a snow-white knight's sword, and blood dripped down the blade to the ground.

Damian's face was contorted with extreme pain, and his beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

The gushing blood overwhelmed his throat, leaving him only able to utter muffled sounds.

"Father... what did Damian do wrong...?"

Baron Shirakawa's eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly regained his previous coldness.

He raised his knight's sword high, hurling Damian's body into the air, then flung him down heavily.

"Ugh..." A clear cough was heard as Damian's body convulsed, and blood stained the grass.

Baron Shirakawa took a white linen cloth from his waist and gently wiped the bloodstains off the sword.

Alwin sneered coldly, "You really are ruthless, even towards your own child."

Baron Shirakawa tossed the linen cloth he had just wiped down beside Damian.

"Witcher, I remember my task for you was to kill werewolves, not to lift the curse."

"Heh, that's right. You should have met that bitch Sienna. She begged you to lift the curse on Damian, didn't she?"

Sienna, the name of Baroness Kramer.

At this point, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Arwin did not answer the Baron's question, but instead said, "The curse on Damian was placed by you."

"My badge responded to that room, which contained many magical items, including amulets at the door, the emblem of Kadwin, and so on..."

"However, the most important thing should be that small silver round shield hanging on the wall?"

Baron Shirakawa's face was sinister. "Congratulations, you got it right, but people who are too smart usually don't have a good ending."

"I originally intended to let you go, but now that you know the truth, I have no choice but to keep you here."

"The valiant witcher perished alongside the vile werewolf; surely the Raven's name will resound throughout Cordwin now."

"Heh..." Alvin chuckled lightly, "Such high-sounding words, how hypocritical. I suppose I fell into your trap the moment I stepped into White River Territory."

Baron Shirakawa raised his head, his gaze disdainful, as if everything was under his control. "That's right."

Alwin continued, "However, there is one more thing I would like to know."

"I asked the soldiers in town, and they said you and Damian were on good terms. Why did you want to kill him?"

Baron Shirakawa fell silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "You're so smart, how could you not guess?"

Alwin took a deep breath, as if recalling a certain taste.

"Gardenia, the noble lady uses gardenia-scented perfume, and Viscount Jennings seems to have it on him as well."

"Enough!" Baron Shirakawa roared, his face horribly grim.

"That damned bitch has been having an affair with that bastard Jennings for a long time, and Damian is their child too!"

"It's laughable that I've given her my true heart for so many years, and I've given her whatever she wanted."

"I didn't even care about her disdain for my appearance behind my back, believing that time could heal all wounds. But Damian, Damian isn't even my child!"

"Damn it! What's the point of me explaining to you? What do you know, you witcher?!"

"You damned bastard, you freak, just like Damian, what do you know!"

"Everyone, come out!"

As soon as the sound fell, six fully armed soldiers emerged from the alder forest behind Baron White River. They wore light blue armor and had knight's swords hanging at their waists.

Arwen scanned the crowd. The thick nose guards on the helmets that covered their faces extended to their lips, and two of the soldiers were carrying light crossbows.

Fortunately, Sergeant Martin was not among them.

Lord Baihe's face was ferocious.

"Witcher, now it's my turn to ask you!"

"That bitch Sienna doesn't have much money. What would she use to bribe you into lifting her werewolf curse? Don't offer that laughable pity! You witchers are all opportunistic bastards! What is it? Answer me!"

Arwen reached over his shoulder and drew his greatsword.

"Ah... Your body is very supple."

"I knew it! I knew it! You damn bitch, you born whore! I'm going to cut your dick off and shove it into her mouth!"