After two days of searching over the mountains and trekking through the complicated terrain, he came across a grave bag that had been dug up in an overgrown gravel field.
"Whew, finally?" He wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead.
A shabby-looking cemetery.
But after drilling in and checking things out, Witcher was amazed.
"Sky Rider?"
"Are you kidding me!"
Looking at the murals in the dimly lit tomb, Eleazar was filled with disbelief.
It was a sky rider riding a royal horned eagle beast and swooping down in fury with a fallen dragon lance raised.
He conquered a flying species with whom he made a sacred vow never to abandon each other.
This promotion condition is much more difficult than obtaining an independent territory for an Earth Knight.
Unable to believe that the enemy was a Witcher of this caliber, it took another quick look around to find plenty of corroborating evidence.
"Trouble ah, and where is that mount of its buried..."
"No, you're a Sky Knight, a Transcendent at the Legendary level, and you don't even have a decent private graveyard, casually buried in the middle of nowhere and dug up by others."
Eleazar is full of complaints.
Even though he had expected it, he didn't expect the enemy to be this kind of powerhouse that could soar through the sky.
It's a good thing I didn't venture right over there...
No preparation at all, and if his luck had been a little worse, he might have ended up having the church come over to collect his body.
Flying is supposed to be a bummer of an ability.
You have to take care of your opponent's mounts first, or else you won't be able to fight at all.
It was already difficult to deal with, and when they suddenly summoned their mounts over during the fight, their combat power multiplied several times.
Eleazar examined the already tumbled tomb again, and after finding nothing of value, drilled out of the cemetery again, following the tunnel that seemed to have been blasted out by explosives.
That's what happens when you're buried in the wilderness.
After rummaging around in this cemetery that seemed to be like a mass grave before he saw that the headstones here were either broken and air-dried, or simply missing, he simply took a shot and plowed through all of the few remaining graves before making his discovery.
"Beloved huh..."
Seeing the huge coffin engraved with 'My Love', Eleazar immediately understood that it must be the bones of the Horned Hawk Beast inside.
A normal person's coffin doesn't even need to be that huge unless his wife is a giantess.
The copper coffin was then pried open, and immediately a strong and extremely putrid odor came out.
As he expected, inside was the corpse of a huge monster, and even though it was coated with herbs to embalm it, it was still corroded by the power of time to the point that only a coffin full of bones remained.
"Sacred vows to never give up, but waking up on your own without waking up the other person, heh!"
Seeing that the Headless Horseman was so disrespectful of his oath, the Witcher descended on retribution and directly cremated its beloved.
"Well, let's nullify half of its combat power first."
Ending up with only the horn of a horned eagle beast, Eleazar left the cemetery satisfied.
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Willen, Duke Christian's estate.
This is probably the highest-status big-shot Witcher has ever met in reality.
They say it's a manor, but it's a whole lot bigger than the village of Auria.
With their farmland, mills, and animal pens, they were self-sufficient, with a reduced social circle.
An obese tax collector received him.
"You can visit the estate, but there's a fee!"
"And we only levy specific currencies here, so you go to the accounting office first to exchange your money!"
Eleazar's eyes narrowed, "Do I still have to advance a small fee?"
The tax collector lifted his chin, "Aren't fees and service charges normal?"
"Oh yeah, and don't forget to pay the currency leveling tax too!"
Eleazar instantly clenched his fists, about to try and punch this vampire out.
The butler came hurrying with two maids carrying skirts and the sheriff.
"Foster shut up, no nonsense shall be done to an agent of the Church!!!"
"Transcendent!?" The tax officer who had been strutting his stuff in the last second was dumbfounded on the spot.
Eleazar turned around a bit strangely.
Although he didn't deliberately hide it, he didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.
The panting butler ran up to Eleazar, braced his knees to catch his breath, and after rubbing his back to slow it down with the help of two maids, he bent down slightly and said in a respectful tone:
"Christine could not be more pleased to welcome a visit from the Honorable Divine Agent!"
The fat tax officer beside him took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, also bending down to make a salute.
Eleazar asked lightly, "How did you find out?"
The butler said respectfully, "The Church sent a telegram to the residence a few days ago with your portrait, and His Grace, the Bishop, explained the situation of that group of refugees in great detail, and we, the Christian family, will also cooperate with the investigation of this incident to the utmost."
This is a metaphysical family?
Eleazar nodded casually, "Since you know what happened, it couldn't be better."
The butler bowed his head respectfully again, "May I ask how we need to cooperate with you?"
"Let's start with that group of refugees."
"Those men, who were admitted privately by Mr. Foster, in the absence of the Duke himself, to whom the affairs of the dominions are for the time being managed..."
The butler first explained the behavior, then turned his head and looked viciously at Fatty.
"Report back quickly on what those people are doing, do you realize that you may have introduced us to a plague!"
Foster said cautiously, wiping the sweat from his forehead at that moment with trepidation:
"They're all cleaning up the river trash! In previous years we've had to recruit a whole bunch of workers for this project, but this time there was an exodus of refugees, so I just took them over, with food, shelter, and wages, so that's not wrong thing to do, is it?"
The butler rolled his eyes subtly.
Instead, Eleazar looked squarely at the fat man.
"Well, by not letting the group scatter to other villages and towns, you've been a big help in a sense."
The tax collector instantly gave the steward another smug look.
Eleazar ignored the two men who were surreptitiously exchanging glances and instead turned his head to look at the river that flowed past the side of the estate.
"Upper or lower class?"
The tax collector immediately replied, "Clearing from the upper stream to the lower stream, but they're working on a slow schedule, they're only in the middle now, probably several kilometers from the estate..."
After getting the exact location of the target, Eleazar asked again:
"How's the terrain at the mid-river location?"
This time it was the butler who grabbed the reply, "The two banks are the hunting grounds and farms respectively, both are flat areas with only a few low hills, but the line of sight is still open in general, and we can have painters depict your fighting heroics from afar, my lord!"
A live curtain? Do these people want to die?
Eleazar smiles helplessly, "Send one of the overseers over with me and bring the villagers back when I've lured the target away."
"Then, you will activate the evacuation measures..."