Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Who are my parents?

Aylin paused in closing the door and looked up at Vera.

On the dim stone steps, the candlelight was dim.

The sorceress's face was calm, but most of it was covered by deep shadows.

The air is filled with the unique damp and slightly rotten smell of the castle.

It was the smell of mice or other unknown small animals, being dried, rotten, and degraded in some unknown corner of this huge gray stone building.

No matter how diligent the cleaners are, it is difficult to avoid this smell in the castle.

Just like when humans age, no matter how diligently they clean themselves, the innate smell of old age is unavoidable.

The faint fragrance of cardamom blows in the wind from the stone steps, as if it wants to cover up this smell...

But perhaps because the distance is too far, it is difficult to fully cover.

Or maybe the distance is too close, and the quiet fragrance makes the faint rancid smell extra strong.

I don’t know why, but I smell the complex smell coming from the cool wind of the castle.

Aylin looked at the seemingly casual sorceress in front of him, and suddenly had a strong premonition...

perhaps……

The reason why Vera used the portal so urgently to come here at this time tonight, but stopped at the door for a long time, was just to ask this question.

Why is she in a hurry? Why the hesitation? Why be afraid?

And why...

"Why do you ask so suddenly? Does Ms. Vera know my biological parents?"

After a moment of silence, he carefully observed Vera's expression and asked curiously.

"Maybe I know you, maybe you don't know me," the sorceress rolled up her slightly messy hair at the temples, and the damp and slightly rotten smell in the air became lighter, "but as long as you want to know, I will always find a way..."

She was dodging... The witcher frowned and immediately realized the problem.

But why did she dodge?

The witcher continued to observe the sorceress's expression, but her delicate and almost perfect face remained unchanged. The red hair and red eyes should have symbolized blazing heat, but they were as calm as the frost and snow on the mountain.

As usual.

It was as if she was not asking, but he was begging...

He is longing to know who is the person who is connected to "him" by blood but has abandoned "him", who has turned his back on "him"?

This made him, an orphan for two generations, feel extremely uncomfortable...

Does he really want to know?

"No need to bother for now, I'm fine now." Aylin instinctively refused.

The right hand that the sorceress had just put down paused for a moment, then she nodded and turned away without hesitation.

"Da da da~"

Footsteps beat on the cold stone steps.

Watching the sorceress's back go away, the witcher leaned against the wooden door, subconsciously stroking the smooth pattern with his right hand, as if thinking about something.

But I didn’t think about it for long.

"If one day..." A cold voice came from not far away again, interrupting him.

Xun Sheng looked over and saw the sorceress standing at the corner of the stone steps, gently holding on to the dark gray stone wall.

"If you want to find...them..." The red pupils shone with a complicated luster in the darkness, and he met Aylin's gaze.

I don't know why, but the already intermittent sentences suddenly stalled.

The sorceress remained silent for a moment, then opened her delicate thin lips slightly, then quickly pursed them.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

after.

To the witcher's surprise, he didn't say or do anything. He just nodded slightly and said flatly, "Don't let yourself get too tired."

Then he disappeared from his sight.

There was only the sound of hurried footsteps "ta da da~", getting farther and farther and lighter.

The space in front of the wooden door was completely occupied by a damp and slightly rotten smell.

"Bang~"

The wooden door was gently closed.

The candlelight shook the shadows, and the teacups placed on the small brown round table were still steaming.

The witcher sat back on the high-backed chair next to the round table, closed his eyes and thought about the conversation he just had with the sorceress.

The chief heir to the Wolf School and biological parents...

To be honest, based on the relationship between him and Vera, and the sorceress's contribution to him in the past.

No matter which of these two topics he answered, his refusal was a bit stiff and unkind.

But Aelin could only do this.

Although the Wolf School has a loose structure, it is just a place where many demon hunters who have been rejected by the outside world join the group to keep warm. Among other people, the leader is also a heroic figure who can be called a moral example.

But no matter how loose an organization is, it is still an organization, and no matter how weak a right is, it is still a right.

What's more, from the perspective of the demon hunter world, an armed group of nearly a hundred people with superb fighting skills is actually a very considerable political force.

Regardless of whether King Haxor of Kaedwen was the leader of a country, he was so afraid that he wanted to get rid of him quickly.

therefore.

There must be many people in the school who have ideas about that position.

What's more, the chief himself is just an ordinary person, and his ideas will always change.

So even if it makes the sorceress unhappy, he must be cautious in expressing his desires.

Exposing your ambitions too early is not a good thing.

As for biological parents...

"Is Vera 'my' mother?"

The witcher thought.

His index finger subconsciously tapped the tabletop of the round table.

"Dong dong dong~"

A slight knocking sound echoed back and forth in the vast room.

He had actually considered this issue several times before and after the mountain trials at the beginning of the year.

after all.

He is different from ordinary people like Vesemir.

Although it was widely known that becoming a sorceress would make one lose the ability to bear children, he knew that Geralt would be a special case in the future.

Seeing Vera's repeated deliberate care, he could not help but think more in this direction.

But sorceresses might be able to give birth, but there was no example of witchers giving birth.

Given Geralt's promiscuity in his previous life, if a witcher had that ability, even if the probability was low, he would definitely have many children.

Not to mention that a sorceress and a witcher could have children.

So.

At that time, he simply ruled out this possibility.

After that, because he left Kaer Morhen and had no contact with Vera, he did not consider this issue again.

But today.

Seeing Vera's strange behavior, he remembered that when he was in the Temple of Meliteli, she gave him precious magic materials and worked for him almost for free, refining and selling ghoul sword oil...

Alin could not help but think about this possibility of his life experience again.

"Will it be..." The witcher murmured hesitantly, "It's impossible for a sorceress and a witcher to have children..."

"But a sorceress and..."

Halfway through his words, the witcher opened his eyes. Even though he knew that he was the only one in this empty room, he couldn't help but glance around guiltily.

Then he paused, and didn't say the second half of the sentence.

After thinking about it, the witcher shook his head again:

"Although sorceresses have always had rich emotional experiences, I haven't heard of Vera having other partners..."

"On the contrary, although Ms. Vera is notorious, she seems to have always been clean in terms of emotions."

"And..."

"Vesemir also mentioned that the relationship between Vera and the chief seemed to have started to deteriorate seven or eight years ago."

"By that time, 'I' had already been born."

Thinking of this.

Ailin shook his head violently.

Sure enough.

No matter how you think about it, Vera can't be "his" mother.

I don't know why.

Although if Vera is "his" biological mother, the witcher will definitely get the most benefits.

But after ruling out this possibility, he felt relieved.

"Then there is only one possibility left." Ailin paused his tapping index finger, "'I' am Vera, and maybe also the chief, the child of someone we know."

"Judging from my appearance, this person should be a human."

"Therefore, judging from the lifespan of humans, the person who can know the chief of the Bloody Red Fox and the Wolf School should have a high status... uh... maybe the maternal side may also be a female sorceress, so it is understandable that Vera treats me so specially..."

The more he thought about it, the brighter Ailin's blue cat eyes became.

"Yes!"

"Before the mountain trial, since he was the child of a close friend, he naturally didn't want me to die..."

"It's understandable that he taught him alchemy and rituals without reservation and provided him with various magic materials..."

"The production and sale of ghoul sword oil some time ago was also the same..."

"I just don't know what kind of relationship they have with Chief Vera to be able to do this. Could it be that they once saved Vera or Soi's life?"

"Now they suddenly come to me and want to recognize me as a relative. Did they hear about my reputation in Ban Ade, Wengerburg or Elland?"

...

The demon hunter guessed.

But it was just a guess. He didn't have the slightest idea of ​​recognizing me as a relative.

Even if they could bring considerable help to Ailin's career.

Extremely powerful, rich enough to rival a country or powerful.

On the contrary, the more powerful and the higher the status, Ailin wants to distance himself from them.

Because in the Wolf School, the origin of apprentices will be recorded.

Especially those who come because of the law of accidents will be marked.

And "Alin" was blank in that record.

He was not a "product" of the law of accidents, that is, his parents were not forced to send him to Kaer Morhen, but like Lambert, who was used by his alcoholic father to pay off debts in the game of his previous life...

He was abandoned on his own initiative.

As for why he was abandoned, he didn't want to know, because judging from the death rate of the demon hunter trial at that time, sending him to Kaer Morhen was actually not much different from killing him.

Therefore.

Not only because he was a 30-year-old time traveler, he didn't have the habit of casually recognizing his father and mother, so he didn't want to recognize them.

As an orphan, he lived a decent life when he was young, although not rich. In his previous life, he never had the idea of ​​forgiving the abandoner.

After accepting the memories of the original body and knowing the "training" and extreme pain that the original body had suffered, how could he compromise for a little profit? He didn't need to compromise for these things with the Demon Hunter Notes.

Besides...

He was not qualified to forgive.

The one who was qualified had already died when he drank the herbal decoction and endured the cruel pain of dissolving muscles and cutting bones.

"Squeak~"

With a sigh, the witcher stood up and closed the terrace door that was opened because of the arrival of the sorceress.

The room was filled with the faint fragrance of cardamom.

The witcher stood by the two-person-high wooden door of the terrace, sniffing the familiar smell lingering around his nose, and the scene he saw as soon as he came back yesterday appeared in his mind involuntarily.

The steaming bathtub, the neatly made bed, and the soft and comfortable plush carpet...

"What bad luck, Alin..." The witcher sighed again, "If your mother was really Vera..."

"With her character, even because of some bullshit accidental law, she will definitely not teach you to the demon hunter and let you suffer such pain..."

"She will definitely use magic to tidy up the house just like she did yesterday, arrange everything well, and give you a comfortable and happy home..."

"Unfortunately, she is not."

"Of course..." the demon hunter laughed at himself, "If your mother is really Vera, I might not be able to travel through time, although this is not necessarily a good thing for me..."

"So what should I say..."

"I can only wish that whether you are reincarnated, time traveled or reincarnated, you will find a good family and have a good mother like Vera!"

…

After feeling a lot of emotions, Aylin tidied up the room a little, and then...

"Plop~"

"Plop~"

The heart beats rapidly again with a unique rhythm.

It’s better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone else. It’s still early, and no matter what you do today, you must complete the cycle of [Beast Roar: Fury].

…

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was opened.

The sorceress just walked into the alchemy room a little disappointed.

"Ms. Vera!"

Suddenly there was a scream in front of him.

Then there was a messy collision sound, which made her raise her head in inexplicable irritation.

Her silly and clumsy apprentice was busy trying to pick up all the things that had fallen to pieces on the alchemy table.

"Obviously she is already a qualified sorceress, but she is still so surprised."

The sorceress frowned and couldn't help but want to reprimand him as usual.

Or simply snap her fingers to train her resistance to drowsiness and mental spells.

But after thinking about it, I rarely had the courage to do it, but I was rejected over and over again, and I couldn’t find the energy to do anything.

Can't she hear it?

Aelin...her child clearly resents her...

The resentment is so determined, ruthless, cold, and bitter.

In the harsh winter, the hardest thousand-year-old ice on the Blue Mountains seems to be nothing more than that.

But what can she do?

She even felt that he was right to be resentful...

No!

Not enough!

Just resentment is not enough!

He should even hate her, should hate her, should use the silver sword he won to pierce her chest fiercely.

Right from the center of the heart, preferably more than one sword.

Because she gave birth to him in hell, and then sent him to hell, the most dangerous, darkest, most negative, and most helpless abyss.

In this damn place, even the "Master of the Abyss" is regretting, denying, and begging for death...

Her miracle son...

She... what kind of path did she force her son of miracles to embark on...

"Wei...Ms. Vera, are you okay?"

The cautious voice in front of her made her temporarily raise her head from the abyss of regret.

"It's okay..." The sorceress waved her hand, not intending to reprimand. She maintained her upright attitude as a mentor and walked straight to her room with her head lowered.

But I didn't think about it...

A pair of shiny brown women's boots appeared directly in front of her, blocking her way.

Um?

The sorceress frowned and looked up coldly.

She didn't teach her apprentice a lesson because she was in a bad mood, but her apprentice actually dared to block her on her way?

"Margarita Laux Antille!"

"what you up to?"