Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Although I got up very early today, I learned how to build a fortress from the chief, and I also spat on the dead King Haxor with Vesemir in the castle hall, chatting about the people and things I met along the way.

The time soon reached noon.

The chef from the school walked into the castle hall and went into the side kitchen to tinker for a while.

He came out and placed several baskets of warm bread on the long table, set up a large pot in front of the fireplace, and began to cook lunch.

Yes.

The Wolf School also has specialized chefs, and even like ordinary aristocratic families, they not only have chefs, but also specialized pastry chefs.

If the temperature in Kaer Morhen were not suitable for growing grapes, there might be a dedicated winemaker.

Of course.

In fact, they are not ordinary people.

These chefs and pastry chefs are all demon hunters who have lost their ability to fight because they failed to hunt monsters.

There are many other witchers in Kaer Morhen who have side jobs like this.

They have contributed to the school and mankind, so when they lose the ability to continue fighting, the school will support them and let them do what they can in the Ancient Sea Fortress.

But after all, they were all experienced demon hunters who were dozens or hundreds of years old, and their skills in these side jobs were not bad.

Let's just say that the bread baked in the morning alone was much more delicious in terms of texture, softness, fragrance and taste than what Aelin had eaten after leaving Kaer Morhen.

Even the bread made in Meriteri's temple is not as good as the bread made by these old witchers.

"Lu Meng, are you busier this year than in previous years?" When Vesemir saw someone coming, he stopped discussing whether Haxo was a cinder or a piece of meat and said hello.

"Of course." The demon hunter named Lu Meng wore a hood and did not look back. He continued to put meat and vegetables into the stew pot. "In previous years, there were not so many people still staying in Kaer Morhen. Those little brats Might have eaten it!”

"Aren't you tired?" Vesemir teased.

The old demon hunter glanced sideways at Vesemir and cursed angrily:

"Who are you looking down on? When I fought with the demon spirits for two days and two nights, you were still playing in the mud with the water ghosts..."

"If it weren't for that damn giant thorn demon tree, I would have been promoted to master earlier than you..."

Vesemir seemed to be very familiar with Lu Meng, and he was not angry after hearing this, and chatted with him for a few more words.

During the conversation, no one pitied anyone and no one envied anyone.

Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.

Even a master demon hunter cannot guarantee that he will always be the winner in a battle with monsters.

Compared to his peers who died early in an unknown place and never even made it out of Kaer Morhen, Lumen's ending was already very good.

Both Lumen and Vesemir thought so.

"Gudu~Gudu~"

Bubbles emitting an alluring aroma began to emerge from the stew pot.

The old demon hunter immediately stopped talking, focused on fiddling with the charcoal fire, then closed the lid and started simmering.

After completing this series of actions, the old demon hunter looked at the door in a daze and said to himself:

"It's better to have more people, it's better to have more people..."

Then he glanced at Vesemir, nodded to Aelin, and then walked to the side room to start preparing other ingredients.

Only then did Aylin realize that under the shadow of the hood, Lu Meng's face looked as if it had been corroded by some kind of acid, making it look hideous and terrifying.

One eye was empty, and the other seemed to be covered with a turbid white film.

Ever since he drank that cup of cheap milk tea and traveled through time, Aylin has been concentrating on improving his strength, and he quickly went down the mountain after the beginning of spring.

I have never paid any attention to such a group of people in Guhai Fortress.

Suddenly, there was a vague sense of fate.

It was as if he was their past and they were his inevitable future...

Aelin didn't like this feeling.

"Bang~"

Just as Aylin was thinking about his ending, the door of the castle was suddenly pushed open.

"I'm starving to death. I don't know what kind of soup Uncle Lu Meng made today..."

"You know how to eat. Didn't you meet the leader yesterday? Tell me what he looks like..."

"What captain, captain, you haven't qualified to join the demon hunting corps yet..."

…

Chirping sounds suddenly came out all at once.

"It's great to be young!" Vesemir sighed after hearing the voice, and glanced sideways, "It's obvious that you are only fourteen years old, but why are you not energetic at all? You always act like an old man. Worried..."

nonsense……

Aelin mentally rolled his eyes.

As soon as I crossed over, I was slapped bitterly by the Green Grass Trial, and before the high-mountain trial with extremely high mortality rate even started, the threat from the king and the wizard came.

Just after Haxor was dealt with, another Wild Hunt appeared, and now even the goddess Meriteri, who had not appeared for hundreds of years, came out and asked him to do a multiple-choice question...

The questions come one after another, each more unsolvable than the last, which makes people breathless.

In this situation, how big of a heart can we enjoy life without worrying?

The more you know, the less happy you are. It is indeed the truth.

The laughter and laughter of the demon hunter apprentices suddenly stopped when they entered the dining room.

"Captain Aylin!"

a familiar voice exclaimed.

Aylin looked around and saw that it was indeed an acquaintance, Ernie.

He is the first batch of members accepted by the Demon Hunting Corps after Xius, Bonte, and Fred. If I remember correctly, his loyalty should have reached 80...

While casually exchanging a few words, his mind moved.

Hmm?

[Name: Erni]

[Loyalty: 93]

[Attributes: Strength 9, Agility 8.6, Constitution 11.2, Perception 7.4, Mystic 4.5]

[Skills: Wolf School Two-handed Sword LV2 (23/100), Ice Spear Curse LV1 (3/100), Quen LV1 (46/100)...]

After not seeing each other for such a long time, how come his loyalty has not only not decreased, but has increased by four points?

Out of curiosity.

Ailin clicked on the panels of the six members of the first batch of Demon Hunting Corps around Erni.

Each of their loyalty has increased by a few points, and they are all above 85 points, and even half of them have reached 90.

This is already a very high value.

If we use the language of the previous life's general game to convert, fifty and above are neutral, sixty and above are friendly, seventy are trusting, eighty are intimate, ninety are loyal, and one hundred are die-hard.

In terms of the division of member rights that he has been thinking about these days.

If it reaches eighty or above, he can teach him all his skills without reservation.

If it is ninety or above, he can lead the opening of portals and hunt large monsters at the intersection of the celestial spheres.

Thinking of the noise on the city gate tower yesterday...

"Could it be because Mary spread it, and my experience along the way played a role?" Ailin guessed in his heart.

Just as he was curious and was about to ask implicitly, the noisy apprentices who were whispering suddenly quieted down from the back to the front.

Not long after.

A demon hunter with two swords on his back, a black beard, and dark golden cat eyes came over.

"Long time no see, Aristo." Vesemir greeted him and patted his side arm.

"It's not long, much earlier than before." Aristo's cold face bloomed with a smile.

Noticing that Aelin was there, he nodded earnestly and sat down next to Vesemir.

"But I heard about your great achievements in Kaer Morhen," Aristo sighed, looked at Vesemir with envy, and said, "You have experienced so much in just half a year!"

Is that a lot?

Aristo probably doesn't know what they have experienced after leaving Ban Ader.

Vesemir smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "A lot of things did happen. I almost didn't come back."

Aristo's hand reaching for the bread basket froze. Vesemir's words seemed to contain a story he didn't know, so he asked curiously:

"What's wrong? After leaving Ban Ader, can you encounter anything more exciting than the death of a king?"

The apprentices around him also sat down quietly.

But no one reached for the bread on the table. They all pricked up their ears and looked at Vesemir with shining eyes.

Vesemir glanced at Arryn, and after seeing him nod quietly, he glanced at the demon hunter apprentices around him, cleared his throat, and said:

"It's not more exciting than the king dying in front of you, but it's definitely not much weaker."

After that.

Vesemir stopped talking and stared at Aristo.

Not weaker than the king's death?

Aristo, who had just broken a piece of bread and was about to dip it in the steaming stew, suddenly became interested.

Seeing that Vesemir was keeping him in suspense, he put down the bread and asked helplessly:

"Are you sure this story is worth a bottle of Old Rules?"

"Of course!" Vesemir looked at Aristo and laughed, "Big Griffins, Wild Hunt, hundreds of demons, and..."

Vesemir paused, glanced at Arlin, and then continued:

"There is also a knight's investiture and Cliff's honor ceremony..."

"Old man," Vesemir bared his white teeth, as if he had decided to eat him, "This is not a good story that can be heard with a bottle of Old Rules."

Looking at Vesemir's expression, Aristo was a little bit painful before he agreed.

Because he was very interested in every point mentioned by Vesemir.

At this moment.

The whole castle hall was so quiet that it was suffocating, the bonfire was swaying in the fireplace, the apprentices' ears were erected high, and the movements of their hands were all stopped.

They all looked at Aristo with bated breath, fearing that he would refuse.

"How many bottles?"

Aristo's beard was trembling.

When he saw Vesemir proudly raise five fingers, he felt his heart, which was full of power, throbbing.

There was a long silence.

"Your story had better be worth it!" Aristo gritted his teeth, looked at Vesemir's expression, and shouted angrily, "Rumen, take out five bottles of the old rules I hid in your place."

"Hahaha, don't worry, you won't be disappointed!" Vesemir laughed.

Soon.

Rumen, wearing a hood, brought a beautifully carved oak box.

The witcher who was watching the show on the side finally knew what the old rules were.

This is the Toussaint national treasure with a history of nearly 300 years - East of East wine.

And there is more.

These wines were bottled thirty years ago.

In fact, the older the wine, the more mellow it is.

Generally, the best drinking period of wine is within one to two years after bottling. Only 10% of them have the potential to age for five to ten years, and 1% of the top wines may reach the peak of quality after 10 years.

Dongzhidong is in this 1%.

It is difficult for demon hunters to imagine how much these five bottles of wine would be worth if they were put up for auction.

"Is it such a big deal?" Rumeng looked at Aristo in surprise when he brought the wine over.

Even though many demon hunters have the habit of storing wine because of their long lifespan, 30-year-old Dongzhidong is one of the few precious wines in Kaer Morhen.

"Rumeng, you should stay too and be a witness for me..." Aristo glared at Vesemir unhappily, "I want to hear how good his story is."

"If it's not worth these five bottles, you can take me to where he hides the wine."

Rumeng glanced at Vesemir.

"No problem!" Vesemir smiled confidently and snatched a bottle of Dongzhidong with mottled paper signatures.

The moment Qiaoli unscrewed the cork, a rich smoky aroma mixed with the aroma of grapes escaped.

The whole castle hall almost rang with swallowing sounds at the same time.

"You are still young, just make a good stew, this wine is not for you." Vesemir smiled, and then poured a glass for Aylin beside him.

Looking at the clear and exquisite wine body that seemed like liquid ruby, flowing slowly from the bottle mouth like thick honey, Erni and Klar swallowed their saliva again and looked at each other.

If I remember correctly, Captain Aylin seemed to be only one year older than them...

However, looking at the solemn expression on Arestor's face, they wisely did not express their doubts in their hearts.

With the aroma of wine, the two of them drank two big mouthfuls of stew.

But they felt that the usual delicious food was tasteless at this moment.

"Hurry up!"

Ares poured a glass for himself and Rumeng, and urged repeatedly.

"Don't be impatient!" Vesemir took a sip of the mellow wine, smacked his lips, and then told the story:

"After leaving Ban Ade, we plan to go to Elland as planned..."

Although Vesemir's lectures are boring, he tells stories well.

The firelight of the fireplace flickered slightly, mixed with the aroma of fine wine, and everyone seemed to be taken to Vengerburg, the floating port, and Elland by him...

The great griffin cast a huge pressure, the skeleton knight galloped over the head, and the demons all over the mountains and plains carried green lights to attack the human city...

In the process of telling the story, Vesemir concealed himself in all the events, just like after the May Festival in Elland.

Of course, Alin knew that this was not the case.

Whether it was the great griffin or the May Festival, although he might have made the greatest contribution, Vesemir's role in it was crucial and indispensable.

Therefore, many times he wanted to correct him, but Vesemir simply covered it up.

Vesemir also put his hand on Arryn's head and signaled him with his eyes, "Shut up and listen to me!"

At first, Arryn didn't understand. When he was in Ellander, it was to improve his reputation and not let all the credit be attracted to Vesemir, who was more famous.

But why did he do this in Kaer Morhen?

But gradually, the demon hunter apprentices looked at him with more and more longing and yearning.

Arryn had an idea.

[Name: Erni]

[Loyalty: 94]

...

[Name: Erni]

[Loyalty: 95]

The moment Erni's panel was opened, his loyalty increased a little, and the same was true for the panels of other demon hunters.

The story is not over yet, they are all over 90.

And looking at the eyes of the apprentices who just passed the Green Grass Trial, it is estimated that as long as they join, their loyalty will definitely not be low.

Not only that.

Even Aristo and Rumen cast a different look.

After a long time.

The story is over.

"Is it worth it, Arestor?" Vesemir said teasingly after changing his tone.

Arestor did not reply. After staring at Arlin for a few seconds, he looked at Vesemir with envy and even jealousy:

"If only I had been chosen as the apprentice's practical instructor."

After speaking.

He sighed in his heart.

People are really different from each other.

Others' traveling apprentices are as glorious as legendary human heroes, but his traveling apprentice Sally abandoned his companions without even seeing the face of the enemy.

Vesemir laughed at the words.

At this time.

A quiet discussion suddenly came from the apprentices who were eating melons:

"The senior demon hunter master Arestor and their leader Master Arlin..."

"Who is stronger?"