landbeastnovel Chapter 110 Conferment of Titles
Chapter 110 Conferment of Titles
Chapter 110 Conferment of Titles
【Yarden Sign Lv1: 89/100】
You only need 11 points to acquire the new talent, and it won't be long.
"The Witcher?!"
A hurried shout came from behind.
They weren't calling for him, they were calling for Holt.
Arwen quickly turned around, took three steps at a time, and leaped over the narrow window into the palace.
The stained glass was shattered all over the floor, but he was like a ghost, and there was still no sound when he stepped on it.
This had become his instinct.
The white-haired witcher was helped to sit on the ground by a middle-aged man wearing a crown.
Arwen did not sheath his silver sword, but immediately stepped forward and pushed the brown-haired man.
"Get out of the way."
The brown-haired man wearing a crown was pushed aside, his gray-blue pupils instinctively narrowing as if he were intimidated by the other man's ferocious cat eyes and bulging brown veins.
A sharp shout rang out the next moment.
"How dare you! Do you know who you pushed?"
Arwen completely ignored him and instead took out a potion from his pouch.
Holt recognized it as the Golden Oriole just by smelling it; it could treat stubborn injuries such as bleeding, burns, and poisoning.
He opened his mouth, bit the bottle opening, and drank all the liquid.
Alwin raised his right hand and whispered a spell. Green light spots, like flying insects, enveloped Holt's body.
The latter was extremely shocked, feeling the pain in his body rapidly disappearing.
[Healing Technique]!
Magic? How could a witcher know this?
Alwin used his mental perception to check Holt's body, and his eyebrows suddenly rose.
Although Holt had burns, he had drunk a magic potion beforehand and had not completely lost his ability to fight.
In other words, his current miserable appearance is entirely an act.
A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"You rude wretch! I'm asking you a question! You just shoved His Majesty King Cordwin! Even if you are a meritorious official, I will charge you with contempt of royal authority!"
"A knight! A royal knight!"
The Supreme Court judge spoke with righteous indignation and sharp tone.
Royal knights stepped forward, their armor clanging as they silently stood guard behind the king.
Hearing these malicious words, Arwen slowly stood up, stretched his wrists, gripped his sword tightly, and the Axii sign quietly condensed as he turned around with a chilling expression.
The lingering malevolent aura emanating from him suddenly pressed down on the Grand Justice.
The chief justice trembled, his skin crawling with fear, and said in a fierce but inwardly cowardly tone.
"Witcher, what kind of look is that?!"
The king saw Arwen's face again, and after a moment of surprise, he came to his senses, uttered a rebuke, and stepped out from among the royal knights.
"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"
"Wesley! How dare you! Who gave you permission to give orders here, huh? You have no right to speak or make decisions here!"
The Grand Justice stepped back a few paces, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, I am only thinking of your safety. They are—"
"Shut up! Put away your prejudice! I don't want to hear a sound from you right now!"
The Grand Justice retreated in displeasure.
The brown-haired, crowned man stared into Arwen's cat-like eyes without any fear, his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword hanging at his left waist.
"Zzzzt!"
The longsword was drawn, flashing a bright light.
The sword has a slender blade with two edges, and the hilt is made of pure gold and inlaid with red jewels as decoration.
Draw your sword?
In Arwen's opinion, this sword was not suitable for combat.
"I am Miodrag, King of Cordwin, the Witcher. Please state your name so I may know how to address you. As you can see, I mean you no harm."
Alwin stared at Miodrag's face.
Indeed, the other party maintained the dignity of a king, but his tone was sincere and not aggressive.
Just as he opened his mouth to utter the word "raven," Holt gently tapped his heel with his toe.
He tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Holt's cat-like eyes brimming with anticipation, frantically gesturing to him.
Arwen realized what was happening. "Arwen, Your Majesty."
Miodrag shook his head.
"No, it's your surname. I already heard the name Alwin when Mr. Holt called you."
Alwin remained calm and did not change his mind, saying, "Witchers only have first names, not surnames."
Miodrag's eyes were deep, trying to read something from Arwen's face. After a moment, he chuckled softly.
"Alright, then I'll call you Alwin."
Having said that, he raised the golden ceremonial sword that represented the royal family.
"Erikson? Is today the last day of October 1230?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the man dressed as a butler.
"Ahem—" Miodrag cleared his throat. "Hensette?"
"Yes," Henselt said, bowing.
"As the prince, you shall bear witness."
"yes.
"
"Erickson?"
"Your Majesty, I am here."
"As the royal steward, you are here to record this moment and draft the documents."
"Yes."
The royal steward addressed Arwen, saying, "Arwen, the Witcher, please kneel before His Majesty."
No, there's no need for that.
Miodrag spoke up, "There are no solemn ceremonies here, just the few of us. The aftermath in the capital must be dealt with immediately, so there's no need for these formalities."
"However, since the location and the people who should be present are all there, it can be considered legal and reasonable."
Miodrag raised his longsword, while Arwen silently performed the Quen sign.
He did not dodge, letting the sword rest on his right shoulder.
"Lord Arwin, in the glorious name of King Miodrag of Cordwin, I confer upon you the title of Royal Knight of Cordwin, the title of Baron, and the honorary title of Valor."
"As for the fiefdoms and rewards, we will discuss them in detail after the capital is pacified."
"Well, Your Excellency?"
Alwin paused for a moment.
The title of Baron?
This is not a title bestowed by the Bloody Baron himself, but rather a title granted by the King, and it has legal force in Cordwin.
With this status, even if they weren't extremely wealthy, they had entered the aristocratic class and could be considered to be dining at the table.
If Kaer Morhen were incorporated into their territory, their noble status alone would at least prevent a large-scale mob attack like in the past, and provide them with a stable rear.
Holt delivered another light kick from the heel, this time with a slightly rapid frequency.
Holt had also thought of this, which was urging him to accept it quickly.
Geralt later also had a knighthood, but he gave it up to save Ciri.
If there are benefits, accept them first.
Arwin performed the noble greeting, saying, "It is my honor, Your Majesty."
When Miodrag saw this standard movement, a look of appreciation and inquiry flashed in his eyes.
"No, Your Majesty, I object to this!"
Miodrag frowned upon hearing the sharp sound.
Chief Justice Wang stepped forward, looking as if he were willing to die to remonstrate with the emperor.
"Your Majesty, he is a witcher, how can you bestow upon him the title of a noble baron?"
"It is clearly stated in 'Freaks, or the Witcher's Description' that we must not be careless when dealing with these non-human races. They are bloodthirsty and violent, and they do everything based on profit. This time they came to the palace, and they may be doing something despicable."
"And that dragon lizard golem, it was fine normally, so why did it riot as soon as the witchers arrived? This is very likely a conspiracy by the witchers."
"Your Majesty, I suggest a thorough investigation of this Alwin; he is definitely up to no good."
The judge spoke sincerely, but his words were full of prejudice, as if he were certain of the matter.
"A Freak, or a Description of the Witcher?"
Miodrag chuckled. "Wesley, it seems Henselt was right. You have indeed lost your sight and your sense of justice as a Supreme Court Justice."
"Hensette, take him away and place him under house arrest. Thoroughly investigate his correspondence with the Ben Ade Magic Academy."
The Chief Justice's eyes widened, completely unprepared for Miodrag's resolute stance.
"No, Your Majesty, you cannot treat this old minister like this! If you truly grant a baronial title to a non-human being, what will the northern kingdoms think of us? Cordwin will become a laughingstock!"
I'm just like a person...