"Let us raise a toast together to welcome the ice king's hunter, the demon hunter master preparation, the water ghost killer, and the demon hunter apprentice Aylin!" The witcher Danti stood beside the grand bonfire and raised his glass to the long table full of people. "Bang!" "Bang!" All the demon hunters on the forty-person long table tapped their wine glasses on the wooden table in cooperation. The mellow wine spilled on the table, no one cared. Raise your glass and drink. Aylin, who was standing on the seat closest to the bonfire, had no choice but to drink the wine in the glass in one gulp under the eyes of everyone. The "Ice King's" untreated head was leaning against the back of his seat, still oozing blood. Before the demon hunter apprentice entered the castle hall, he asked if he could deal with the head of the Water Ghost King, but was flatly refused by Vesemir next to him.
"Demon hunters are not nobles or wizards. The smell of rust will only make the wine more fragrant." In desperation, the apprentice demon hunter had no choice but to hold up the monster's head, which was half his size, and put it behind the seat in full view of everyone, and then sat on the main seat. to be honest, While eating, Aylin was still not used to it, something was staring at him under the chair. However, after a few glasses of wine and the goodwill and enthusiasm of the witchers from the Wolf School, these details were quickly forgotten by him. After drinking for three rounds, the demon hunters at the long table teased Aylin a few words, and they all realized that this was not a person who liked to show off, so they tacitly changed the topic. According to the rules, the last demon hunter to go up the mountain will bring new things from down the mountain. "Everything new has been told by the people in front of me, so I only brought back an interesting book." "What book? Not many people here are interested in this thing. Could it be another One Thousand and One Nights story between a witcher and a certain female monster?" "Hahaha, that's really nice to look at, don't you think so, Vesemir?" Except for Vesemir, the other witchers at the table were happy. Vesemir shook his head helplessly, as if he was already familiar with this scene. The witcher who had just returned also smiled, and then took out a book. On the damaged cowhide cover, there is a crooked writing: "Freak, or a Description of a Witcher." The person next to him who was familiar with the demon hunter took the book directly and read it loudly: "To be honest, there is no existence more ugly and contrary to nature than demon hunters, because they are the products of vicious witchcraft and witchcraft..." The witcher's voice became lower as he read. "They are scoundrels without morals, conscience and scruples. They are truly demonic creatures who have nothing but killing. No decent person would bother to associate with them..." The chatter gradually stopped, and twenty or thirty pairs of cat eyes stared at the book, their scorching eyes almost igniting the tattered paper.
"Kaer Morhen is the home of those shameless creatures and the place where they practice their vicious arts. We must completely wipe out that castle and sprinkle every inch of it with salt and saltpeter..." The witcher couldn't read any more. With anger, he turned the pages to the cover, and quickly flipped through several pages, but could not find the author's name. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "You are a scoundrel who only dares to slander you behind your back, but you have the ability to put your name on it!" "Kramer, why are you bringing something like this to the table?" "I didn't ask you to read everything. I just wanted to briefly mention the content." The demon hunter named Kramer said helplessly. Then he looked around seriously and said: "I have seen this book in many places, including farmers, nobles, and warlocks... I borrowed this book from a... warlock friend... …” "Male or female sorcerer?" Someone interrupted. "That's not important, what's important is..." "It seems to be a sorceress." "Ma Gu! I'm talking very seriously!" He blushed and stood up. "Kramer! I know you're serious, but this doesn't make sense." "We all know that this is a slander by a wizard. It may even come from an unlucky guy named Ben Ade who had his business stolen by a witcher." "But so what, we are the strong, they are the weak, you can't take away their right to scream." Magu also stood up, confronting Kramer tit for tat. "Okay, okay, it's just a small matter, everyone, sit down." The Vesemir wine glass next to Aylin said calmly, "The Wolf School adheres to neutrality. As long as there are monsters in this world, we don't have to care about those gossips." Vesemir seems to have a high prestige among the witchers of the Wolf School. He only said a few words, and Magu shook his head and sat down indifferently. After Kramer's expression changed, he returned to his seat unwillingly. The feast continues. Push the cup to change the cup. Under the supervision of everyone, Magu and Kramer got back together and started talking and laughing normally after drinking a few glasses of wine. After a while, the castle hall was as lively as if nothing had happened. After another round of drinking, Vesemir estimated that it was getting late, so he asked Aylin to leave early. Before walking out of the castle hall, Aylin suddenly thought of the demon hunter Leto who left a few days ago. Before he could pass the mountain test, he sat on the long table in the castle hall. "I wonder what Leto will think after learning about this matter?" … "We must completely wipe out that castle and sprinkle every inch of it with salt and saltpeter..."
After leaving the castle hall, Ailin kept echoing these words in his mind. Most of the Wolf School witchers thought that "Freak, or Description of a Witcher" was just a work of the weak, jealous and wailing villains. But Ailin knew that this was a declaration of war. The force or forces that planned, wrote and spread this book are issuing a declaration of war to the Wolf School and even all the witcher schools. Some people may have realized the threat, but unfortunately most people did not take it seriously. How could the current Wolf School witchers believe that the "person" who wrote the book actually did what he said? "Salt and saltpeter will be spread all over every inch of land here..." Ailin murmured. Looking around, rows of torches stood on both sides of the avenue, illuminating the ancient castle that was supposed to be gloomy and terrifying. The hustle and bustle of the castle hall, even in the corner of the ancient sea fortress, can make people feel the reluctance and love for life. "I don't like this place." Ailin thought. This place has brought him too much pain. The grass trial, mushroom soup dinner, the death pressure of the mountain trial, the bloody and violent monster attacks... Whether mentally or physically, these are not what normal people should bear. "I don't want this place to be destroyed by others." Vesemir, Leto, Hughes, Bont, Fred, and even Vera and the chief. In just a few days, he remembered many names and was remembered by many people. After the mountain trial, he could of course find a place to hide and keep himself safe. But. Is he really willing? Will he really let this place be burned? Newcomer and new book, please read, comment, collect, and vote! Thanks to book friends "Carious Scar Bin" and "Ya Zi_" for their monthly votes.