Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Why?"

The master demon hunter stopped when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Aylin in surprise.

The young witcher glanced into the hotel:

"Master Vesemir, whether the person who commissioned the Cat School to attack last night was the one we thought..."

"Baguoyuan... no... including Ben Ade, a large area around here is no longer safe for us..."

"So just like yesterday during the day, the two of us went out to search for clues. It would be too dangerous for Hughes and the others to accept the commission by themselves in the small town."

"Take them with you. The target is too big to hide."

"After all, this commission comes from...the couple you are looking for may be the same person who is also looking for..."

"So, it might be the best choice for me to go alone."

Aylin spoke sincerely and looked directly at the pair of dark golden cat eyes under the black wide-brimmed hat.

Vesemir glanced at Aelin, then turned his head to look inside the door.

Hughes, Bunt and Fred were engrossed in eating lunch and did not notice the two people at the door.

Although Bunter's injury was almost healed under the influence of "Green Sigh", there was still a hint of stiffness evident in the movement of raising his hand and wrist.

then.

Vesemir lowered his head and pondered, sighed after a moment, and advised in an unsteady tone:

"The risk of that commission is too great. Another big shot in the country has shown his hostility to us..."

He paused and hesitated:

"Otherwise, we should not do this commission, or wait until the apprentice fighting competition is over, send Hughes and the others back, and then I can help..."

"It's too late," Aylin shook his head and interrupted, "The big shots are also taking action. If you hesitate a step, you may never be able to complete the commission."

"And this commission..."

Aylin emphasized with a solemn expression:

"It's very important to us."

"I have a hunch that the opportunity to change the fate of the school is hidden in it."

Seeing that the master demon hunter was still hesitating, Aylin smiled gently, considered his words, and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir. I'm just following the clues I found yesterday. With my current strength, there won't be any problems."

"If I really encounter any trouble, I still have some magic props given to me by Ms. Vera!"

The bloody red fox’s magic item?

Indeed, Ms. Vera gave Aylin "Green Sigh" as water to drink. How could she not give him some life-saving tools before leaving.

Upon hearing this, the Master Demon Hunter's eyes suddenly brightened, but then dimmed again.

In fact, even without the props given by Ms. Vera, Aylin is unlikely to have problems.

after all.

No matter in terms of swordsmanship, seals or physical fitness, he has far surpassed the average demon hunter.

In addition to some monster knowledge, search and exploration, and some tips on how to deal with people, it is more than enough to travel alone.

only……

It’s just that Aylin is only fourteen years old!

At such a young age, he may have to face a behemoth like King Kaedwen alone...

Thinking of this, Vesemir couldn't help but feel a strong feeling of powerlessness and frustration.

At such an age, one should have grown up slowly under the protection of Guhai Fortress and under his teachings.

But.

Magic potion, sword oil, essence, demon hunting corps...

Now, I and the school are like stubborn cowards, hiding under the immature wings of a fourteen-year-old child...

What a shame!

Vesemir thought to himself.

Then he adjusted his mentality, still showed a stiff smile, nodded and approved the young demon hunter's suggestion:

"Ai Lin, you must pay attention to your safety."

"For Kaer Morhen, no matter how important this commission is, no matter how it can change the fate of the Wolf School, it is not as important as your safety."

Ailin felt warm in his heart when he heard this, nodded vigorously, and said:

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir."

"There will definitely be no problem."

Just say it.

Arryn and Vesemir walked into the inn.

Two portions of stew, white bread and ale were already placed on the empty space on the wooden table next to Hughes.

So the two fellow demon hunters nodded and said hello, then sat down to enjoy the food.

Soon, several demon hunters had finished their lunch.

"Huh?"

"Ai Lin, where are you going?"

Hughes asked suspiciously when he saw Aylin getting up from the dining table and walking towards the direction of the stable.

The young demon hunter turned around and said with a smile:

"I have a commission to complete this afternoon."

Have a commission?

Hughes looked at the Master Demon Hunter with some suspicion, as if he had known about this for a long time.

There is a commission to be done, why not bring Vesemir with you?

Besides, the demon hunters of the Cat School had just attacked yesterday. How could Vesemir allow Aelin to act alone?

Thinking of this, Hughes was suddenly stunned. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Bunt and Fred, who were also in the dark and looked confused.

Then he stared blankly at Aylin who was saying goodbye to them.

He seemed to know why.

The reason why Vesemir is not taken is because the master witcher needs to protect him, Bunt, and Fred.

After being attacked just now, Aelin still insisted on completing the commission, and Vesemir actually agreed.

This is natural... This is naturally because what Aylin wants to do is very important.

It was so important that he had to do it, even if Aelin might be in danger, Vesemir had to let it go.

Hughes reluctantly and other demon hunters sent Aylin out of the inn, watching him mount a black horse and ride toward the mountains against the cold wind of early spring.

The figure walking alone gradually moved away, and then disappeared around a corner.

Hughes looked at the end of the deserted street and suddenly said:

"Master Vesemir, are we too weak?"

There was no beginning to the end of this sentence, but the master witcher understood it.

He turned his head and stared at Hughes, who was staring blankly in the distance.

This moment.

He suddenly discovered that this apprentice who had taken naps in class and fled in panic in front of water ghosts did not look like a demon hunter in every aspect.

It seems...different.

At this time, Hughes also turned around and met Vesemir's eyes.

He was not as timid as usual, and he did not avoid looking away as usual. Instead, he looked at the master witcher seriously.

"Master Vesemir, are we too weak?" he asked again.

aside.

Fred lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Bunter instinctively touched the newly healed, still itchy and uncomfortable wound on his wrist, with a very disappointed look on his face.

Vesemir looked at the scene in front of him and blurted out his perfunctory words of comfort, but then suddenly changed.

"Yes."

He said seriously.

"Yes, it is precisely because you are too weak that I must stay here to protect you."

He continued with a serious face.

"Yes, it is precisely because you are too weak, so weak that Aylin and I don't even dare to tell you what is happening now."

Hearing this, the three young demon hunters lowered their heads in shame almost simultaneously.

After pausing for a few seconds, the master demon hunter glanced at these children who were only fourteen or fifteen years old. After sighing in his heart, he continued seriously:

"Remember this day, my apprentices."

"Remember this back, and this feeling of shame, young demon hunter."

"The fundamental reason why you failed to walk with him and fight alongside him is because..."

"You are too weak!"

…

Somewhere in a glade near Ben Ard.

"Oh. So Brett is dead, right?" The bald man shook his head expressionlessly, "What a pity. His swordsmanship talent is the best among all the demon hunters of the Cat School."

Although the bald man said it was a pity, Guksat could not feel any emotion from his expression and tone.

There is only indifference and coldness.

The single word "Oh" was the only reply the bald man gave after Guksat reported the results of last night's attack on the Wolf School.

As for Fredika's death, the bald man didn't comment a word.

"Treyis, there is a problem with this commission." Guksat said.

"I know, of course there is a problem with this commission. Didn't you already know this before taking action?" The bald man tilted his head and asked doubtfully.

Guksat's tone paused.

Yes, this mission was originally a conspiracy of the king. He wanted to provoke a conflict between the two schools of demon hunters.

But Guksat still felt a little chilled when he saw the indifferent tone and attitude of the leader of the Cat School.

There are not many demon hunters of the Cat School.

Including the apprentices in training, there are only about forty.

There are only fifteen official demon hunters...that's right...and now there are only thirteen left.

Because of the king's information, the Cat School lost one-seventh of its manpower.

If we look at the strength of the demon hunters, with the skills of Brett and Fredika, the school has lost at least a quarter of its combat power.

But...but as the leader of the Cat School, Treis only expressed his regret indifferently.

"That's true, but the king deceived us."

"How is it possible that he doesn't even know the strength of the Wolf School of Demon Hunters who entered Ban Ade with integrity?"

"This is different from being hostile to the Wolf School afterwards. We..."

The bald man raised his hand to interrupt Guksat's words, his cloudy yellow cat eyes showing a trace of laziness.

He said casually:

"500 orens!"

"What?" Guksat was stunned for a moment.

"500 orons for an ordinary apprentice, my dear Guksat, doesn't this price already indicate that this mission is not simple?"

"but……"

"Nothing but, I told you a long time ago, Guksat..."

The bald man looked seriously at the cat-sect demon hunter with an innocent and doubtful face, shook his head and said:

"There is no longer enough food in this world. If a wild cat wants to avoid starving to death, its enemies may even be the same kind."

Guksat was stunned.

Can enemies be the same kind?

Doesn't this kind of person refer to the demon hunters of the Wolf School?

Why did Teresus' tone sound so... unexpectedly...

He suddenly widened his eyes, which shrank into vertical pupils, and looked in disbelief at the companion, mentor, and leader he had always trusted and respected most.

He felt that Theresius was so strange at this moment.

Indifferently, it seems that he is really a ruthless and cruel wild cat.

This cruel creature will not hesitate to eat its own newborn cubs when hungry.

"Theresius, do you know what you are talking about?" Guksat couldn't help but amplify his voice.

"Of course I do, dear Guksat, of course I do."

The bald man lifted the sword bag on his body, paused for a moment, and said solemnly:

"My apprentice, my innocent best friend, the School of Cats is over."

"What?" Guksat looked around.

Since being "politely" sent out of Ben Ad by the wizards yesterday, the Cat School has found its foothold in this forest.

The demon hunters found an open space as usual, instructed the apprentices to dig a small pit, and then watched them fight in the pit with their long swords.

This kind of "real sword duel" is the favorite sport of the cat-sect demon hunters. Except for Guksat and Treis, everyone gathered in the "glacial arena".

Of course, in addition to being an entertainment activity, this is also the last trial for the demon hunter apprentices of the Cat School.

therefore.

As long as there is a caravan, it doesn't matter if there is no hotel, no house of stone or wood.

Every forest can become their home.

They can pass on their skills anywhere.

How could such a school of cats suddenly come to an end?

"In other words, it's almost over."

Raising his hand to interrupt Guksat's doubts, the bald man continued:

"Do you think the king just wants to stir up hatred between the Cat School and the Wolf School, and wants to weaken the Wolf School or even eliminate them?"

Isn't it?

Guksat was stunned for a moment and was about to ask a question.

The bald man turned his head and looked deep into the forest, saying to himself:

"No, he wants to eliminate the wolf school first, and then the cat school, completely wiping out every one of them."

"Not only us, but all schools of demon hunters will die one after another!"

"Why?"

Guksat's pupils trembled when he heard this.

"There are fewer monsters, more demon hunters, law and order is in disorder, and the appearance is inhuman..."

"There are so many reasons, who knows which one it is?"

"But I know—the witcher is finished!"

The bald man sighed.

"Where did you get this news... that the demon hunter is finished?" Guksat asked quickly.

"I am the leader of the Cat School. As the school that is closest to humans, I naturally have my own channels."

The bald man smiled, covered up the question, and mocked:

"Those old-fashioned people who weave nests in castles on the mountain are probably still dreaming of reviving the school and rebuilding the Demon Hunter Order!"

In a moment, the amount of information received was too much and shocking.

Guksat was still a little hard to accept for a while.

The bald man was not in a hurry and turned his head to look at the noisy apprentice duel in the distance. There were complex emotions in his eyes that even he could not explain clearly.

"In this case, why should we accept the king's commission?"

“Shouldn’t we unite with other schools of thought?”

"And why do you seem to not care about your companions who died because of the king's wrong information? You shouldn't..."

After coming back to his senses, Guksat asked again and again in the residual shock.

"Union? Are you serious? Which school would unite with the infamous Cat School?"

"Wolf? Bear? Or griffon?"

Gukesat paused when he heard the words, then saw the bald man shook his head and continued:

"What's more, even if we unite, what will happen?"

"All the demon hunters in the world combined don't even know if there are five hundred, and the soldiers and horses of secular kings and nobles are more than tens of thousands!"

"As for the dead scum..."

The bald man turned his head and took a deep look at the frightened Cat Demon Hunter, and said coldly:

"Gukesat, that was my intention..."