Not to mention harsh words, they didn't even dare to approach.
Often, upon seeing Karl from a distance, they would immediately turn around and quickly leave the temple area.
Then they would secretly send one or two spies to watch from afar, anxiously waiting for the "demon" Karl to leave.
Both Karl and Geralt were aware of these clever knights.
At first, Geralt was a little worried, even advising Karl to return to Terra with the recovered Raymond to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But he clearly underestimated the deterrent power Karl had displayed at the temple that day, and even more so, underestimated Karl's weight in Foltest's heart.
Karl waited until Geralt's wounds were almost completely healed, as confirmed by the priestesses,
including using his clairvoyance to ensure Raymond had no abnormalities and his physical condition was stable and healthy, before heading to Terra.
And Geralt, as an experienced Witcher, planned to leave the place quietly.
At the same time, avoiding those unprofessional knight spies was actually a simple task.
Almost just before Karl, Raymond, and Dalton left Ellander through the portal,
Geralt also vanished from under the noses of those White Rose knight spies, as if evaporating from the world.
......
In fact, on the day of the conflict, Duke Seward learned that all his knights, including his confidant Thales, had been injured by an unknown person.
He was indeed furious, not only because of the harm to his personnel but also because of the obvious provocation to the duke's authority.
At that time, he was about to gather his men and personally arrest the arrogant person to protect his power and honor.
However, just as he was enraged, his men brought detailed information about Karl.
Champion of the Vizima tournament, heir to the barony legitimized by Foltest, the hero who lifted the curse of Princess Adda...
This series of titles and deeds was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing part of Seward's impulse.
He suppressed his anger and began to consider whether Karl's deeds were exaggerated—defeating a team of heavily armed knights with his bare hands.
He hesitated, wondering whether to insist on arresting someone.
To confirm, he summoned the knights who had participated in the tournament at the time, including the White Rose knight who had later been awakened and brought back.
Those who had experienced it firsthand, without exception, described Karl in a tone of fear and dread, with ghostly speed and destructive power.
Dennis described the entire process in detail and emphasized: "Your Excellency, the other party simply made a move, and no one even saw how he moved..."
"Thales and all the knights who made a move were severely damaged. Such strength... is just like a legendary giant."
After hearing these firsthand accounts, Seward was instantly speechless.
He had many calculations, and only over a hundred knights could be called elite.
If a team of knights faced the other party in an enclosed space, the other party would solve the problem like swatting flies.
Then, even if he went all out, he was afraid he couldn't pose a serious threat to the tournament champion.
Even if he managed to take him down, how many knights' lives would it cost?
And training a loyal, well-equipped knight cost a lot of money; a few deaths would be enough to make him suffer for a long time.
Moreover, considering Karl's identity and Foltest's possible attitude,
after repeatedly weighing the pros and cons of reality, so-called authority and honor were ultimately overshadowed.
Seward decided to give up pursuing Karl and forcibly swallow this bitter pill.
He comforted himself for a while, fighting with a young noble highly valued by the king and as powerful as a giant; the gain outweighed the loss.
However, he was not willing to simply forget about the mutant.
Since he couldn't afford to mess with Karl, he would wait for the other party to leave before going after the Butcher of Blavikan.
As a result, the knights under his command wasted time squatting on the outskirts of the temple for over half a month and didn't even see a shadow of Geralt.
......
After Karl and the others returned to Terra for some time, important changes took place on the territory.
At Karl's suggestion, Raymond personally wrote an official request to Foltest to change the name of the family fief, Baron's Meadow.
Everything went unexpectedly smoothly; the letter was delivered to Foltest within two days.
When the king saw the proposal to change the name of the location in the request, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily and was extremely pleased.
"Good! What an El family! They are indeed nobles loyal to the Temerian royal family. I grant this request!"
Without hesitation, Foltest took his seal and stamped his approval on the request.
Then he loudly said to the officials beside him: "Give the order! Change the kingdom's map immediately. I want everyone to know about this place!"
Soon after, an official announcement was made, and the kingdom's map was updated.
From then on, there was no Baron's Meadow in Temeria.
In its place appeared a new name, carrying the loyalty and honor of the El family: Terra.
And the king's heralds rode on fast horses and solemnly posted the decree with the royal seal on the slightly stained bulletin board in the center of the village.
Then they disappeared in a puff of smoke and dust, heading to the next place where the royal decree needed to be proclaimed.
The entire process was clear and neat, and for this remote village, the presence of the royal family seemed to be limited to this piece of paper.
At first, few villagers paid attention to this new thing.
For most people who spent their days chasing after food and clothing, literacy was an unattainable luxury.
Those crooked characters were not as important as the crops about to ripen in the field or the hungry livestock in the pen.
It wasn't until Dalton, Phillip, and three other guards solemnly pasted a copy of the announcement with the same content on the trunk of the most prominent large oak tree in the village,
and moreover, when he assumed a garrison posture, that it gradually attracted the curious glances of some villagers.
They gathered in twos and threes, pointing at the announcement and listening to each other.
They guessed what new decree the lord had issued—a tax increase or conscripted labor? The atmosphere was somewhat dull and anxious.
Dalton looked at the group of villagers before him, most with yellowed skin and vacant eyes, and he knew in his heart.
He cleared his throat, raised his voice, and prepared to personally read the decree to these illiterate people.
"Quiet!" He shouted first, slightly calming the noisy discussion.
"By the order of Lord Karl El, an important decree is hereby read!"
The villagers immediately fell silent, nervously staring at Dalton's mouth, as if awaiting a verdict of fate.
"From this moment forward, the former Baron's Meadow is officially renamed 'Terra'!" Dalton's voice was clear and powerful.
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