Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Naturally, Mary would not object to this, and her two big watery eyes were filled with tears that she had found her savior.

Aylin didn't even have that much confidence in himself.

It’s just that this matter has little to do with Mary, not to mention he really feels that Ms. Vera is not so narrow-minded.

Go up to the tower, go to the alchemy room on the third floor, and knock on the door.

No one responded for a long time.

"Are you looking for me?"

Instead, a cold female voice suddenly came from behind.

Aylin was startled.

Although there is only so much space in the entire south tower, I wonder where Vera went just now.

But now the matter of Mary, who was frightened to tears, was more urgent.

After organizing his words, Aylin whispered:

"I'm here to apologize to you..."

The sorceress stared at him expressionlessly, which put a lot of psychological pressure on Aylin.

He swallowed and continued:

"The demon hunter apprentice in the city gate tower is a bit arrogant..."

"Do you think I'm old too?" Vera suddenly interrupted.

Aylin was startled.

Women always have different concerns than men.

What he finds offensive about the "evil old witch" is the combination of "evil" and "witch", which is extremely offensive to one's personality and profession.

Unexpectedly, Vera clicked on the word "old" persistently.

But is Vera old?

The witcher looked carefully.

Sorceresses are always beautiful.

They used magic and potions to freeze the years into a woman's most beautiful moment.

Even because of some modification spells, they are even more beautiful than they should be.

Therefore, sorceresses are always young and beautiful in appearance.

Let’s talk about aging.

But in terms of age, what criteria are used to judge aging?

As a human being, the average life span of adults in this world may be less than fifty.

But according to the lifespan of wizards, Hen Gedimidis, the first wizard in mankind, is still alive and sitting firmly in Ben Ade's dean's room.

I don’t know how many vice presidents have died.

certainly.

These are just the dialectical thoughts that inexplicably emanate from the demon hunter's mind, proving the remaining traces of a science and engineering degree from his previous life.

Aylin, whose emotional intelligence is not high but not ridiculously low, certainly knows what to say at this moment.

But just when he was about to say some words of praise, Vera suddenly sighed:

"I'm old..."

The witcher was stunned.

Vera walked to the open window in the revolving corridor.

The sun sets in the west and the sun sets.

"Ianna is the child I raised," she said in a very soft voice as she looked out the window at the bloody sunset. "When I adopted her, she was only four or five years old."

"I have been lively and active since I was a child, and I have been naughty and mischievous all day long. I made the wizard tower I was in a mess, and even drove away many of the etiquette teachers I hired specially."

"As I got older, I became even more serious. I followed the boys in the country to race horses all day long. I had to go to every horse racing club near Aretusa to join in the fun."

"Of course..." Vera paused, "She has a very good talent and got a good ranking."

"Because she has no magic talent, she is destined to be unable to live by magic like us sorceresses in the future. At that time, her only option was to marry into a good family."

"So one time I was really angry and criticized her for being 'not ladylike enough, how can I get married in the future', but I didn't expect that she would talk back to me and say, 'If you don't want to marry, you won't get married, or you will live on horse racing bounty for the rest of your life.'"

The witcher stood beside the sorceress.

He watched the brilliant golden light of the setting sun cast the afterglow of motherhood on Vera's soft and pretty face.

Vera really likes Ianna...

Aelin thought.

But I didn't expect that the high priest of Meliteli Temple would have such a past event when he was a child.

Isn’t this the rebellious little girl?

I don’t know how he later became the priest of Meriteli Temple.

"But..." Vera looked back at Aylin, "Although Ianna is indeed unmarried, she has never participated in a horse race since I sent him to the Temple of Meliteli due to a certain opportunity. ”

"Now, she is too old to ride a horse..."

"She is almost dying of old age..."

Aelin was silent.

He didn't know what to say at this time.

Maybe Vera doesn't need him to speak, he is just an empty tree hole that temporarily blocks all worries.

Just say it.

For some reason, Vera was silent for a long time and stared at him for so long that he thought time had frozen.

"Ai Lin..." Vera suddenly shouted.

The demon hunter was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm here, what's the matter, Ms. Vera?"

"I really want you to grow up quickly, but I also want you to stay the same as you are now..." Vera was in a daze.

The sorceress's words sounded a bit strange. Aylin laughed dryly and said:

"Ms. Vera, the lifespan of a witcher is also very long."

"And if I don't grow faster, how will you recoup your investment?"

When Vera heard this, she smiled absently: "Yes, I still want to recover my investment..."

This smile was so beautiful against the backdrop of the bright red clouds burning outside the window.

With this look, who dares to call her old?

After coming back to her senses, Vera didn't know what she thought of. Her smile suddenly faded, and she reached out to rub the demon hunter's hair in frustration, "So you'd better grow up quickly..."

"...the sooner the better..."

She paused and then said:

"I'm getting old too, and there's not much I can do..."

Then, without waiting for Aylin to retort about whether Vera is old or not, she waved her hand and joked:

"Go back and rest quickly. Half a year has passed. I have to go back and think about how to recover my investment."

Subsequently.

The sorceress opened the door with a snap of her fingers and walked into the alchemy room.

"Bang~"

The door is closed.

"What happened?" The demon hunter looked at the delicate patterns on the door of the alchemy room and scratched his head.

For a moment I couldn't understand why the sorceress was so sentimental all of a sudden.

When he reached the door of his "big flat", he was about to open the door.

The witcher suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important.

He went to the sorceress to intercede for Mary, but as soon as he started, he was about to take responsibility for the witcher's apprentice on the city wall who spoke freely, but was interrupted by Ms. Vera's emotion. .

Now...it doesn't seem appropriate to pry open the door of the alchemy room again, right?

The demon hunter suddenly felt his teeth aching.

"Ms. Vera is now feeling sad about her old age, and she can even tolerate Ianna, who she said has been naughty, rebellious and rebellious since she was a child. She should not blame Mary for this."

"Should...right?"

Convinced myself somewhat uncertainly.

The witcher no longer thought about this irreversible matter, and silently prayed for Mary in his heart.

While picking up the key from the carpet at the door, he prepared to open the door.

While thinking about how to clean the house as quickly as possible.

After not being back for so long, even if he had closed the balcony door before leaving, there must have been a layer of dust in the house.

But he didn't expect that when he found the key and was about to open the door.

The door lock has long been unlocked.

"Um?"

Has anyone been here?

"Squeak~"

The moment the door was pushed open.

Not only was the room spotless, there was still steam rising from the middle of the room, which was covered by a wooden screen.

Take a gentle breath.

The fragrance of orange and cardamom lingers around, warming and moisturizing your skin.

After a moment of silence, someone sighed quietly.

"Isn't this... enough?"

…

A night of silence.

Aylin, who was rarely lazy, did not go to the castle hall to dine after taking a nice hot bath.

I just took the dried meat and dry food I brought with me, chewed it and got through it, and went to bed to rest.

On the first night back in Kaer Morhen, the witcher fell asleep naturally without meditating.

Early the next morning.

Aylin woke up from the soft bed and saw the sky when he opened his eyes.

A clear blue sky.

"Um?"

"Sky?"

When he sensed something was wrong, the witcher suddenly turned over, jumped up, and stretched out his hand to hold Elsa's hand out of habit.

But it was empty.

Looking down, I still have the silk nightgown I put on last night.

"Damn it! I took off all my leather armor and weapons before going to bed..." The demon hunter cursed in his heart, "And..."

"What the hell is this place?"

"How did I get here?"

How could anyone bring him quietly from an unknown place like Kaer Morhen?

Not to mention Vera is downstairs.

Although he took off his sword and leather armor last night, he still wore the wolf emblem.

How could it be moved away without any reaction from it?

He looked around warily.

Blue sky, warm sunshine, green grass and flowers, and flowing streams...

Gradually, the witcher felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and intimacy around him, as if...

He can control everything in front of him.

in addition.

After calming down, he also discovered that although the ground looked like hard soil, it was extremely soft when stepped on, almost like his soft bed.

No!

This should be his bed!

After realizing this, the demon hunter suddenly realized something. After observing the surrounding environment, he suddenly felt happy.

He quickly closed his eyes.

really!

In his mind, except for the link with the wolf emblem as usual, the original link with the mirage bead, which was as thin as a spider's thread, was now fluctuating from one side of the mirage bead to the direction of his mind, quickly moving this white thread of light. The filling is getting thicker and thicker.

When being "watched" by the demon hunter's mind, a wave of joy was transmitted to him.

After more than a month, the mirage bead has finally almost finished absorbing the "dead mirage bead".

No wonder Wolf Emblem didn't send out a reminder.

Although it is not controlled by him, in the final analysis, the illusion created by the mirage bead is essentially the same as the seal he uses.

How could the wolf emblem remind him of his own "behavior"?

"Is the realistic scene outside turned out to be a fantasy woven by the mirage bead unintentionally?" While waiting for the mirage bead to evolve, the demon hunter opened his eyes and looked at the lifelike illusion in front of him in amazement.

No wonder there is a sense of familiarity.

Except that there are no houses, the blue sky, warm sunshine, green grass and flowers, and flowing streams, aren't they the scene outside the fruit orchard?

To put it another way, it is the scene of the orchard under the abandoned castle of Viscount Hudson.

"Tsk, tsk, so lifelike, the mirage has really evolved this time." The demon hunter sighed.

Although he vaguely felt that he could control the illusion in front of him, in order to avoid affecting the upgrade of the mirage bead, Aylin thought for a while and did not touch him.

Instead, he followed the spatial arrangement in his memory, walked down the soft "land", and began to explore the familiar yet unfamiliar "Hundred Fruit Garden".

The Mirage Pearl was hanging around his neck, so this scene must be centered on the Demon Hunter.

However, as he walked, although the tactile sensation under his feet seemed to be a carpet that completely wrapped his entire foot.

But the position in the illusion was indeed moving.

What's more rare is that when he got off the bed, he found that the ground in the illusion in front of him also went down a slope.

There was no sense of disobedience.

The room on the top floor of the south tower was not small.

But the Mirage Pearl had not yet been upgraded, and this illusion, which was almost like a real thing, directly covered the entire room.

Before absorbing the "dead Mirage Pearl", Ailin could only control the Mirage Pearl to hide himself at night, with a very small range.

After the overall test.

Both the picture details and the range of the illusion have been greatly improved.

Of course, there are still some defects.

I just woke up from sleep and couldn't tell it apart for a while, but the illusion of the mirage pearl is still only visual.

Touch, hearing, smell and taste are all useless.

Not to mention the unique ability of touch, hearing and smell in Viscount Hudson's abandoned cave, which can completely deceive people, and even simulate the trajectory and speech of living people, making people lose their sense of direction.

But Ailin was satisfied.

After obtaining the mirage pearl for half a year, the upgrade is so exaggerated, what else do you want.

What's more.

The dead mirage pearl can have such a strong effect. In addition to its own strong ability, it must be inseparable from Shadia's arrangement and control in the cave.

Perhaps some ritual arrays are involved.

After all, although Shadia's spellcasting ability was abolished by Vera, her knowledge as an immortal elf wizard has not been forgotten.

Thinking of Shadia, the demon hunter's thoughts diverged.

"I don't know when the help sent by Ain Sheed will arrive?"

Although the original enemy Haxo is dead.

But the hostility between wizards and nobles will definitely not disappear. The defense of Kaer Morhen may be inevitable after all, but there should be differences in intensity and time.

So the alliance with Ain Sheed is still very valuable.

And after all, it has the same source as Ain El, and Aylin does not believe that useful information about the Wild Hunt can be pried out from those long ears.

"It just takes some methods..." He pondered in his heart.

"Chi~"

A crisp bird song suddenly came from his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

At the same time.

The illusion in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding illusion returned to its original state.

The mirage bead emitting colorful white light floated from the chest, rubbing the demon hunter's face intimately, and the touch was warm and delicate like some kind of jade sphere.

"Chirp chirp chirp~"

The newly awakened mirage bead was a little clingy, and it kept chirping in his mind to convey the emotion of missing, like a dog that had not seen its owner for a long time.

Plus the mirage bead on his cheek was still rubbing against him.

This feeling was even more obvious.

"Okay, okay, I miss you too." Ailin patted the mirage bead with his right hand.

Not only the illusion effect, but also after absorbing the "dead mirage bead", his intelligence was greatly improved.

It was like a one-year-old child growing up to four or five years old.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

Just when Ailin was about to conduct further tests, the door of the room was suddenly knocked.

"Are you up, Ailin?"

"The chief is looking for you..."