Hearing the woman's long sigh, the man said nothing. Maybe he didn't know what to say. at last. The woman pushed the man away. Snapping his fingers, he straightened his appearance. The sorceress looked up expressionlessly: "What do you want from me?" Exquisite makeup that has remained the same for decades, and a voice that has no fluctuations. If he hadn't looked down and saw that his chest was still wet, the demon hunter would have almost thought that what just happened was an illusion. "Pa" Another snap of fingers.
The warm air carrying magic swept away, and the red cotton armor returned to the way it looked before entering the door. "It's still the same as before!" The witcher sighed with some nostalgia. Then he stopped thinking randomly, sorted out his language, and said: "On my way back to Kaer Morhen, I passed by Ad Kalai." "Haktho summoned me and told me two things." The sorceress asked with great interest: "What did the Big Stomach King say?" "One thing about non-human races, Haxor asked me what I thought of elves." "how do you say?" The witcher was about to answer when he was interrupted. "Forget it, needless to say, it's just the Wolf School's insistence on neutrality and so on." The sorceress looked like she was used to it. The demon hunter said helplessly: "That's indeed what I said." "The path of glory must not be desecrated. The Wolf School's targets are only those dangerous monsters." "Path of Glory?" The sorceress conjured up a bottle of red wine and a wine glass, filled it with wine and sighed, "Except in Toussaint and knight novels, I haven't heard this word anywhere else for a long time." "Then, my 'knight'." The demon hunter sniffed the aroma of wine in the air and asked helplessly: "Before that, aren't you going to pour me a drink too?" "I don't plan to," the sorceress refused after swirling the red wine in the glass. "I'm in a bad mood right now and don't want to share anything with anyone." Swallowing quietly, the witcher could only continue: "He has arranged a game next spring equinox."
"A game?" the sorceress became interested. "Yes, an apprenticeship competition between the wolf school and the cat school." "You agreed?" The sorceress put down her wine glass and her expression changed. "I can only agree. The winning school will receive double funding every year." The sorceress said: "The loser gets nothing?" "Yes, there is nothing, including the original share." "I have a hunch that these two things are related, but..." After a pause, the witcher sighed and sincerely requested: "Vera, you know." "No matter how powerful the monster is, even the dragon, I have never been afraid." "But politics... is not my strong point, nor is it the other demon hunters of the Wolf School. So..." "Wei, use your wisdom to help me, just like you did when the Witcher Order fell apart, guide me in the direction again." Vera raised her glass, took a sip of the fragrant red wine, and replied coldly: "Don't call me Wei, we didn't have that relationship a long time ago." Raising her hand to stop the witcher's excuse, the sorceress continued: "But because you still remember the promise you made ten years ago, I will help you find out the news." "Promise? Did you see the illusion pendant?" "Not only did I see it," Vera seemed to have thought of something interesting, she suddenly burst out laughing, "After ten years, the pendant almost returned to its creator's hands." Immediately afterwards, the sorceress seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes quickly dimmed again. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly to the cold window sill. She lowered her eyebrows and looked to the west of the tower in ecstasy. Seeing the woman who was laughing just now, suddenly feeling lost and sad again, the demon hunter said in his heart: "Sure enough, it's still the same as before, nothing has changed." Ignoring the noise in the witcher's brain, the sorceress chanted softly in a trance: "You must know that the time of sword and ax is near, it is the era of cold wolf, storm and snow..." "The world will die in the frost and be reborn under a new sun." "Ess'tuath esse! This is what is necessary! Watch for the signs!" "If you want to know what the signs are..." After a pause, the woman's voice became softer and more ethereal.
The cold voice was vague. It seems to come from the sky higher than the top of the Blue Mountain. "First... Filius Miraculi - the miracle child - was born in a bitter cold place..." "Death and rebirth, the inhuman brings blood and fire..." "The prophecy of the prophetess Islin." The demon hunter listened to the sorceress's recitation in silence and said with a complex expression: "Vera, the child of miracles has passed through the tomb of death and is about to usher in a new life..." The sorceress still looked into the distance, leaving only his silent and graceful back. After hesitating for a moment, the witcher slowly walked over, gently hugged the sorceress's shoulders, and said: "Don't worry, Wei." "Just as the prophecy said, our children will have a new life..." Vera sighed, tightened the witcher's arm, and closed her eyes. "Soy." Demon hunter Soy responded gently: "I'm here." "Do you think he will hate me?" Before Soy could answer, he heard Vera talking to herself sadly. "He will hate me..." "I will..." Soy sighed deeply and looked up at the snow-covered peak of the Blue Mountain. No words were said. ... Of course, Ailin didn't know at this time that the head of the Wolf School and the sorceress Vera were his biological parents. This thought had never even occurred to him. After all, in the game setting, it is impossible for demon hunters and sorceresses to have offspring. It's okay for sorceresses, at least there are cases of fertility. There is not even one example for demon hunters. The probability of having offspring when two professions without fertility are combined is not much different from zero. After leaving the tower, Ailin didn't rush back to the dormitory. He walked slowly along the main road towards the apprentice dormitory, thinking about the 9950 small experience beads in his mind. The idea of solving the problem is simple.
Either reduce demand through learning. Or increase inventory through hunting. The trouble is the time span. He must learn alchemy before the high mountain trial, that is, within a month. It is almost impossible to catch up with the progress of the sorceress's lectures. It is impossible to collect the required experience beads by relying on Vesemir's practical classes every few days. "The current situation must be changed!" Ailin thought. Vera's alchemy class cannot be stopped. This is the only way for Ailin to obtain alchemy knowledge. The experience beads required to unlock alchemy may be greatly reduced as he learns. As a learner, he is not qualified to ask Vera to speed up the progress. Therefore, he can only change the current situation of hunting monsters. And to hunt more monsters, he can only... "Leave Kaer Morhen!" As his thoughts gradually became clear, Ailin became more and more certain that only going out hunting could solve the current dilemma. Outside the towering castle, there are countless water ghosts. Not just water ghosts. Evil ghosts, small fog monsters, ghouls... These are all targets that Ailin can hunt. More importantly, after the types and numbers of hunting are enriched, the possibility of triggering tasks will also increase. It is possible that after completing a few tasks, Alchemy LV2 will be directly rewarded. "But...how can I leave Kaer Morhen?" Alin murmured. New author, new book, please read, comment, and collect!