Chapter 136 My little boy has grown up (1/10 for the leader "Soda 0") After all, Ailin is not that devilish. Although the controllability of the mountain trial after his revision has been improved and the difficulty has dropped sharply. But for the apprentice, the more intuitive thing is that the number of days for practice and preparation has decreased, and the items of the mountain trial have become unfamiliar and uncertain. So the pressure is no less than that of Ailin. Even he himself rested well for a few days after the mountain trial, so why bother with the same miserable people. So the experiment of "Legion Skill: Resonance" was put on the second day. However, the effect of the attempt on the second day was not very ideal, or it was not effective at all. After practicing the six kinds of seals for a day, none of them produced "resonance". As for the Ice Spear Curse, the members are still learning, and none of them has unlocked the skill.
So the experiment of "resonance" can only come to an end for the time being. It's time to go down the mountain. Ailin did not take the legion out to hunt in Kaermohen again. Including himself, he would leave the Ancient Sea Fortress in the morning, run to the camp of the rock trolls, deliver some rotten meat, and build relationships with the Big Stone family of three. In the afternoon. Ailin usually discusses the development of the Demon Hunting Corps and the defense line of Kaer Morhen with the Chief and Aristo. These deployments will be completed one after another after the demon hunters go down the mountain. The deployment also includes the production of common city defense tools such as slats and falling rocks, which will be the responsibility of the members of the Wolf Alliance who stay in Kaer Morhen. After Ailin privately revealed the crisis of the Future School to the members of the Corps, they all had serious faces and accepted the task with a strong sense of mission. In the evening. Ailin would come to the alchemy room, in addition to preparing some potions for the road. He would also inform his chief warlock of everything related to the Demon Hunting Corps discussed in the afternoon. In the face of Mary's sometimes serious, sometimes confused, sometimes clear, and sometimes even Arryn couldn't understand her expression, he explained his own views on these discussions in order to make Mary's brain waves synchronize with his own as soon as possible. Ms. Vera would also add some insights and ideas on the side. And the next Green Grass Trial was scheduled after Arryn's return. That's it. It was soon time to go down the mountain. ... Early in the morning.
The sun was shining, and it was a good day to send people on a long journey. At the gate of the Ancient Sea Fortress, a large group of people gathered in scattered groups. They stood together and talked and laughed. After a while, some people would leave and some would return, and the same thing was that everyone's expression could not hide their reluctance. This is the fate of the demon hunter. Reunion is always short, and separation is always the norm. Maybe next year I won't be able to see the same person, or even find a place to pay tribute. This year is like this, and every year is like this. No! Maybe it's not the same. At least this year, every demon hunter who is about to travel far away has an extra potion bag on his waist. There are three kinds of potions prepared according to their needs, jingling inside. Killer whale, cat's eye and corpse-eating biological oil. Among them, the demon hunters who prepare killer whales are the most, and even many demon hunters have a full bag of killer whales in their waist bags. After all, many times, one more escape route option often means one more life. And waterways are available in cities, villages, or uninhabited mountains and wilderness. When many demon hunters leave and pass by the largest group of people outside the city gate, they always nod to a young figure with gratitude. Even among that group of people, some are older than him, some have higher status than him, and some are stronger than him. "Chief, do you really want to send Aylin over to participate in the competition without knowing the king's attitude?" Looking at people nodding to Aylin and leaving not far away, White couldn't help but ask with his head tilted. The chief tilted his head to look at White, and said as a matter of course: "White, Ailin is a demon hunter!" When White heard this, he sighed and said nothing more. Ailin is a demon hunter. Demon hunters always have to go down the mountain to hunt demons. This is not only to make a living, but also the mission and meaning of their existence. And demon hunters will always die. No one knows the life span of a demon hunter, because for them, the pace of death will always be faster than aging.
And sooner or later, no one is exempt. In the light red shield not far away, the sorceress gently reminded: "Although the amulet of the goddess Meliteli can temporarily block the sight of the evil god, you must not forget to go to the church of the righteous god..." "It is best to go to the Meliteli Temple in Elland. I have already written to the high priest Ianna. As long as you take this amulet, someone will naturally take you there." "It should be too late to go directly now..." The sorceress has been entrusting him with various things for at least an hour. Although it felt good to have someone care about him, it was obviously a bit embarrassing to be told this and that like a child in public. "I know, Ms. Vera." "As soon as I finish participating in the apprentice fighting competition of Ben Ade, I will go to the Temple of Meliteli in Elland." Arlin promised again and again. Seeing that he really took this matter to heart, the sorceress nodded with satisfaction. Then she snapped her fingers and conjured up a delicate small bag that made a "ding ding" sound, and was about to put it in Arlin's hand. Seeing this, he quickly refused and looked at the chief carefully. It was okay to use alchemy materials at will in the alchemy room, but my wallet was stuffed in front of me... This... this is really hard to accept. "What's wrong, Aelin?" The sorceress was still surprised when he refused, so after thinking about it, she snapped her fingers again. A dark, simple, but equally expensive looking men's wallet replaced that delicate little bag. "No, Ms. Vera." "Money... I can earn the money myself by accepting the commission." Aelin's face turned red. I really didn’t expect that in a different world, I could experience the feeling of being taken care of by a rich woman. But he is the son of a miracle, can he still be troubled by money? You must know that what he is carrying is Elsa's dwarf master's silver sword worth 17,325 orens. Seeing Aylin's expression of resistance, the sorceress suddenly remembered the conversations of several noble ladies at the banquet she attended a few years ago, and it suddenly became clear. "My little boy has grown up and has self-esteem." Then she stopped insisting and glanced sideways at Mary, who had been waiting beside her for a long time. Another conversation at the banquet came to her mind. "Crack!"
A snap of the fingers. The light red soundproof shield was removed. "Mary, come here quickly!" "Ai Lin has something to say to you!" The sorceress's voice was not loud, but none of the master demon hunters around her had keen senses. After hearing this, they all turned their eyes away and their ears moved almost imperceptibly. "Da~da~da~" Mary, wearing brown leather boots and a red skirt with slight dimples, walked over and asked expectantly: "Aelin, what do you want to tell me?"
