The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 53 Damian

"Calm down, madam."

Alwin used his hands to pull Baroness Kramer's hands away.

"If you want the curse to be lifted, please tell me more details."

Mrs. Kramer sobbed, "Just a month ago, on the night of the full moon, I was telling Damian a bedtime story. After I saw that he was fast asleep, I prepared to go back to my room to rest."

"But I hadn't gone far from the room when I heard terrible noises coming from Damian's room."

"When I went back to check, my beloved Damian had turned into a sharp-mouthed, fanged creature, covered in grayish-white fur. I was terrified and watched him jump out the window and leave."

"When I came to my senses, my heart ached. I could feel that Damian was in great pain."

Alwin raised an eyebrow. "Has Baron Kramer taken any action in the past month? To rescue Damian?"

"Yes," Mrs. Kramer said with a bitter smile, "the Baron secretly sent someone to find a priest and an old witch, but they were both charlatans."

"Either you don't have the courage to face Damian, or you die at Damian's hands."

"Within a month, the people in the territory are in a state of panic. If this matter is not resolved soon, his baronial title will be in jeopardy."

"Witcher, you're the only one who can save Damian now."

Alwin gazed into Mrs. Kramer's pale red eyes, which were filled with hope.

After a moment's thought, he recalled the werewolf stories that Vesemir had told him.

"There are many ways to break the werewolf curse, but most of them require complicated preparations."

Mrs. Kramer's expression gradually broke down.

"Fortunately," Alvin paused, "the noble young master's wolf transformation hasn't been long, only a month. There's a simple method we can try."

"I'll do anything, any way I can!"

"I need five parsley leaves to hang on the shirt. Just one night of Damian wearing it will have a calming effect."

"In this process, there is another very important thing, which is love, your love for Damian, preferably through prayer or something like that."

"Oh, thank you, Witcher. By Meritelli, I will pray all night long, only wishing to lift Damian's curse."

Mrs. Kramer put her hands together in prayer.

Alwin said, "Five parsley leaves and a shirt; the castle should have those, they're not anything particularly valuable."

"Yes," Mrs. Kramer said loudly. "Ella, quickly go to the kitchen and get five parsley leaves, and be quick."

"Yes, madam."

The maid who had just directed Alwin here said respectfully.

As the maid's hurried footsteps faded into the distance, Alwin said, "Mrs. Kramer, shouldn't we talk about payment now?"

Mrs. Kramer covered her chest with both hands, a troubled look on her pretty face.

"Removing the werewolf curse is much harder than killing the werewolf."

"I...I don't have that much money on hand right now..."

"Since you've heard stories about witchers, you must also know that witchers don't get up early for nothing."

"Mrs. Kramer, you don't want anything to happen to Damian, do you?"

Mrs. Kramer trembled slightly as she noticed Alwin's gaze fixed on her proud, snow-white chest.

A blush rose to her cheeks, and she turned her head to the side, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Witcher... isn't this time... a bit too..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, almost like the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Mrs. Kramer, your amethyst necklace is quite nice; it should be worth 1000 ducats. Why don't you take it as payment?"

Mrs. Kramer, who had been fidgeting, suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Okay..."

She took off her necklace and handed it to Arwen.

Alwin gently squeezed it; the amethyst still retained Mrs. Kramer's body heat, and he could feel a magical fluctuation emanating from it.

Magical item, or amulet?

Insert the crystal necklace into the lining of the leather jacket.

"It's almost time, please allow me to take my leave."

After saying that, Arwen turned and left.

As soon as she stepped across the threshold, Mrs. Kramer let out a choked sob.

"Witcher, I have one more request. If you... if you can't break the curse, please, for the sake of this chain, don't kill Damian. Just send him away."

Alwin paused for a moment, then walked away.

As I stepped out of the White River Castle, the setting sun was like blood.

Arwin carried two swords on his back and carefully placed the shirt made of five parsley leaves close to his body.

"Hey! Witcher!"

Sergeant Martin led two horses, one of which was his black mare.

"I've been waiting for you for quite a while."

The black-haired witcher placed the luggage inside the saddlebag on the side of the mare.

"It took a little longer to prepare the materials."

"Oh, let's hurry up and set off, it'll be dark soon."

"Um."

The two mounted their horses and galloped towards the red poplar forest on the west side of Baihe Town.

On the way, Alvin recalled the details of what had just happened.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Mrs. Kramer’s behavior was bizarre in every way; to put it more bluntly, she was overly flirtatious.

Despite her obvious grief over Damian, her clothing was so revealing that it defied all logic.

Furthermore, he had no doubt that if he asked the other party for sexual favors, given their attitude, they would definitely agree.

Is the cultural gap between China and the West really that big?

If she were a commoner, Arwin would accept it, but she is a baroness. What about the dignity of the nobility?

"Mr. Martin, where is Baron Kramer?"

As they approached the suspension bridge, Alwin asked.

Martin replied, "The Baron? He should be patrolling the town with his guards right now. A curfew has been in effect in White River since the monster appeared."

Is he doing everything himself? Is it just for show? Or is it really true?

Arwen then said, "I heard from the servants that there's a young master in the castle, but I haven't seen him."

"Young Master Damian? Ha, if you put it that way, I haven't seen him for a month either. It seems he went to the city to study swordsmanship."

"Young Master Damian is the apple of the eye of the master and mistress, they love him very much, especially the master, who only has this one son, who is the future Baron of White River Territory."

"Whoa!"

Arwen pulled on the reins and dismounted.

Soldier Martin dismounted, and the two tied their horses to wooden posts beside the drawbridge.

The former pointed to the alder grove across the moat.

"Go into the woods in the direction I pointed out, and after walking for about twenty minutes, you will see bloodstains on the ground."

"Just to be on the safe side, I won't go with you over there. Your horse can stay here for safety, so it won't get hurt by the monster."

Alwin glanced at Martin, who looked away.

He understood this little scheme; it was simply that Baron Kramer was afraid he would run away.

"it is good."

Arwen took out what he needed from his luggage, crossed the suspension bridge, and stepped into the alder forest.

As darkness fell, the crooked alder trees added to the eerie atmosphere.

The sound of footsteps crunching through the bushes was very distinct.

A strong smell of blood assaulted my nostrils.

Alwin moved the branches that were blocking his view with his hand.

Just ahead, the grass was flattened by a heavy object, the bitter grass was covered with bloodstains, and you could even see many pieces of meat.

After only a few glances, he confirmed that these marks did not originate from a single person.

My gaze shifted and I saw a patch of messy plum blossom footprints on a patch of muddy ground.

Alwin crouched down and drew a line with his palm, which was only slightly larger than his own hand.

"That's right. Judging from the size of these footprints, he was indeed a child before he turned into a werewolf. It should be Damian without a doubt. We have a better chance of dealing with such a young werewolf."

"Gagaga!"

The sound of ravens echoed from the sky.

Alwin looked up and smiled, a fierce glint appearing in his gray cat-like eyes.

"Let's begin then."