Chapter 206: Witch hunters’ guild.

Chapter 206: Witch hunters’ guild.

Once inside the city, Emeri and I decided to split up, as we each had a different destination in mind. It didnt take long before the familiar shape of the witch hunters guild came into view in the distance. The guild district was, however, as busy as always, slowing me down quite a bit as I weaved through the different parties to get to the fortress. It seemed even busier than usual, in fact, and it didnt take long for my suspicions to be confirmed.

Posters had been stuck on every signboard in the area, accompanied by related newspapers that told of the event about to shake the continent. All of the people gathered were discussing the matter. Some loudly proclaiming that they would be the ones the shock people of all nations with their strength, while others discussed possible work and business opportunities to be had near the event.

From what I could see, no further details had been announced so far, but I knew that it would only be a matter of time.

Eventually, I reached the gates of the guild that I hadnt visited for a while. It felt strange to be let in without needing to have my badge checked by security, as it turned out I had become something of a local celebrity. Even more strange, however, was how much the fortress had changed in the relatively short time I had been away.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Where before the guild headquarters had been a gloomy, if well-equipped, building. Back then, the most impressive thing about it had been its sheer size, having been an old city guard barracks before being retrofitted to suit the witch-hunters needs.

Now, however, its sheer opulence took centre stage instead. It couldnt be compared to an aristocrats mansion or anything, but it was clear that the guild master had stopped at nothing to redecorate the place with only the most expensive weapons and armour he could find. All of which stood in stark contrast to the aged brick serving as a backdrop to this equipment, of course.

Equally notable was how active the fortress now felt. Far more witch hunters, both young and old, gathered here. They all seemed to know me, too, greeting me with a smile when I passed. I could swear I hadnt met any of them before, though

Finally, I reached the guild masters office. I was ushered inside upon my arrival and welcomed warmly by the lion-like tier 5 sitting behind the desk.

For once, his furniture was paperwork-free and there were no bags under his eyes. After some casual greetings, I got around to asking about these recent changes.

Somewhat. Anyway, I suppose Cerithal will be there, too?

Andross nodded gravely. You can be sure, yeah. Listen, Arthur. I want you to be careful around Cerithal, all right? It wouldnt be the first time that his hand slips and some talented hopeful bites the dust. He knows his value to the kingdom as a whole and he isnt afraid of pushing boundaries, every now and then.

I nodded in return, seeing his point but not truly worried. Recent events had cemented my confidence to escape anybody but a tier 7, so I wasnt as on edge as Andross wanted me to be.

After some hurried goodbyes, I left the witch hunter fortress and set out for the inn Andross had pointed out. On the way there, I passed through the commercial district. Seeing the weapons and armor on display, my hand went to the weapon hanging from my belt. A bastard sword, similar to the weapon my parents had gifted me a year ago.

Its shape allowed for more versatility than a two-handed great sword, at the cost of weight and power. Not that the first mattered as much anymore.

The fact that my current weapon was only tier 3 bothered me. It simply couldnt handle most of my skills, cracking and breaking the moment I channelled too much mana. Unlike other mana affinities, however, I didnt know of any smiths capable of making a dark-aligned weapon for me.

Back when I had bought the weapon in Necropolis, it had been the best option available on short notice. I hadnt had the time to seek out private collections to buy something more suitable and the city itself was too much of a dump to have a proper mercantile district. Corpse auctions were as good as it got, over there.

Now, with the continental meet just on the horizon, the fact that my current weapon wasnt at all sufficient for my needs became ever more present in my mind. I would have to find a better one as soon as possible, and I could think of only a few people who could help me find one.

Among them, Emeris dad and my own guild head seemed the most likely candidates, but perhaps Andross had an idea as well