Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

After being swept by a cold gaze, she heard her full name again.

The girl immediately realized that the teacher's mood was not just bad, it was like an active volcano about to erupt.

She quickly shrank her head like a timid little quail, and subconsciously turned around to make way.

But the next second, she remembered what she had promised a boy, and her retreat froze.

Then she sighed in her heart, "It's over, I'm going to be killed by Alin", and squeezed out a dry smile:

"Ms. Vera, do you want to drink a cup of hot water to warm yourself up?"

"If you have something to say, just say it!" Vera waved her hand impatiently, "What trouble have you caused again?"

The natural pressure from the upper female sorceress and the teacher made the girl's words of concern and greeting die as soon as they started.

"I... I didn't cause any trouble, it's just... just..."

The girl's hesitation and confusion made the already impatient female sorceress particularly irritated.

As far as the eye can see, the bottles and jars on the alchemy table are in a mess, the pages of the books spread out on the ground are bent, and even the door of the inner room is half open...

Has she been too kind to the apprentice recently, so that she has forgotten her identity.

"Shut up!" The sorceress snorted coldly, "I'll see for myself..."

The tyrannical and majestic mental power directly broke through the defense built by Mary in her brain.

It was like the water of rivers flowing into the sea, unstoppable.

But the next moment.

The tyrannical mental power suddenly stagnated.

The water of rivers instantly flowed back, and in a moment, it disappeared from the girl's mind.

"You... care about me." The emotion transmitted by the mental power made the sorceress's tone strange, "Why?"

The girl, who was in tears because of the rude behavior just now, did not dare to be tactful at this time.

"Ai... Ailin said you were in a bad mood recently, so I was asked to find a chance to comfort you."

"Ailin said that? When?"

"In the evening..."

The answer was no longer important at this time, or rather, the sorceress knew the answer before Mary said it.

Yes.

Apart from her Ailin, who else could make Mary, who was usually trembling when she saw her, have the courage to block her way at this time.

"Hu~"

The evening breeze blew from the mountains, bringing with it the refreshing fragrance of fragrant grass, sweeping away the annoying worries.

The sorceress's eyes became gentle.

The bottles and jars on the alchemy table were so messy that they seemed to have texture.

Mary had not yet recovered from the panic of her mental defense being forcibly broken. She supported the alchemy table with both hands, her eyes blurred with tears.

The sorceress pursed her lips, bent down, and picked up the book lying on the ground.

"Pah~"

She patted the dust off the chiffon paper and closed the book.

"Don't look!"

The girl's big watery eyes suddenly widened when she saw this scene.

Ignoring the fear of the pressure from the instructor, she quickly stretched out her hands and pointed with ten fingers, and rushed over in an awkward way, trying to cover the cover and spine of the book.

But it was obviously too late at this time.

"How can a magic lady cleverly "attract" a handsome man..." Vera read the title of the book in a clear voice, and immediately looked at the girl with a complicated look.

The girl froze there awkwardly, and her hands suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the poorly lubricated wooden door moving came.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

A small head with long black hair poked out half of the inner room, and the big violet eyes reflected the candlelight, flickering.

Seeing Vera and Mary looking over, he hid back timidly.

At this moment.

Even the wind whistling from the mountains held its breath awkwardly.

The mind reading was not over yet. Mary was still like a marble sculpture, but her emotions were overflowing from her little head.

The sorceress handed the book over silently.

The girl took it back silently, held it in her arms, and covered the cover and the spine where the name was.

"Is this book... useful?" The sorceress broke the silence.

The girl did not speak.

The intense emotional fluctuations suddenly surged like a storm on the sea because of this sentence.

Even though the sorceress had withdrawn her mental power from her mind a long time ago, she was forced to stuff a lot of vague, but emotionally intense chaotic sentences and fragmented memories.

Got it...

The sorceress sighed faintly: "It seems that tonight, we are all losers."

The girl was stunned when she heard this, and looked up from the suffocating embarrassment and looked at her mentor.

All losers?

Could it be that Grandmaster Soi was also...

This... This shouldn't be!

Of course.

Although she was full of doubts, the girl obviously did not have the courage to ask her doubts. Instead, she realized what she was thinking and quickly emptied her mind and restrained her emotions.

The mental defense in her mind had just been broken. For Vera, her mind was defenseless.

But the next second.

"I'm sorry, Mary." A cold voice sounded.

All the girl's efforts to restrain her emotions were in vain.

She had never heard Vera apologize to anyone before...

"Because of what?" She asked stupidly and subconsciously. After asking, she regretted it and thought she would be scolded.

Unexpectedly, the sorceress was silent for a moment, then looked up at the lonely moon in a trance and said:

"Because of the abyss..."

The girl was stunned: "Ah?"

...

Night.

The capital of Kaedwen - Ad Kale.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

In the study of the Duke Donetto's residence, precious incense was burning.

An old man in luxurious clothes sat diagonally on a high-back chair with intricate carvings.

He leaned his right elbow against the armrest with a carved dragon head, casually supported his cheek, closed his eyes and rested, as if waiting for someone.

A finely textured black cane was placed on his left hand, pointing straight to the long table in front like a long sword.

At this long table, three nobles with equally extraordinary clothes, greased and obviously carefully groomed beards were sitting.

They should be waiting for someone like the old man.

At this time, they were chatting boredly.

"I heard that Phyllis is dead?" The young noble with a short beard fiddled with the white silk scarf on his chest and asked casually.

"He was hanged this afternoon." Another middle-aged noble with a goatee nodded, "Not only was his tongue cut off, but his mouth was also blocked with linen during the execution..."

"So cruel?"

The short-bearded young noble's hand movement paused.

He stuffed the white scarf back into his chest pocket with disgust, as if the pure white was stained with some disgusting blood.

The middle-aged noble with a goatee seemed very satisfied with the young noble's reaction. He chuckled twice and said, "The crime is collusion with the enemy and leaking royal secrets."

"Philis? Collusion with the enemy?" The young noble was incredulous and stopped the little movement of his hands completely.

If I remember correctly, isn't Phyllis the most loyal old dog of Hackso and the royal family?

If he wanted to collude with the enemy, he would have done so under the instruction of the new king. As for leaking royal secrets...

How...how is this possible?

"Hahaha--" The middle-aged noble stroked his goatee and laughed, "You just came back from Redania, you don't know, in recent months, Ard Kale has been very lively under the rule of the new king Rado..."

Although he called him the new king, the middle-aged noble's tone showed no respect for the new master of Kaedwen.

However, the young nobleman obviously didn't care about this. He was tickled by the middle-aged nobleman and asked quickly:

"Tell me quickly, Uncle Raphael, what's the fuss?"

"I only heard that Rado was..." He glanced at the old man with his eyes closed and subconsciously lowered his voice, "After being rejected by the Duke of Donato, he found a knight from Toussaint to be the King's Hand..."

"That's another matter..." The middle-aged noble Raphael's face changed slightly, and he interrupted unnaturally, and then stopped teasing the young nobleman and said directly:

"It is said that he was secretly communicating with the enemy and leaking royal secrets, but in fact, our new king executed Phyllis and humiliated him so much just because of one reason..."

"What reason?" The young noble asked.

"Submit to Duke Donato!"

"Ah?" The young noble opened his mouth in astonishment, "Duke Donato? Will that old dog Felice submit to us?"

"Of course not," Raphael stroked his goatee and curled his lips, "So..."

"He died."

"And he died miserably."

"His tongue was pulled out because he refused to admit that he had submitted to Duke Donato."

"Not only that, Felice's wife and daughter were also forced to be sent to Pink Lane..."

Raphael paused and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Tsk tsk, I have to say that although Felice is not good-looking, his wife and daughter are really..."

"The skin is as white and tender as the best sheep fat, and the cry is crisp, melodious and sad..."

The middle-aged noble stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was savoring it.

"Enough!"

At this time, the older nobleman with a slightly gray beard who had been sitting in the first position of Duke Donato's attack suddenly shouted and interrupted Raphael.

The young noble immediately fell silent and sat up straight.

The middle-aged noble curled his lips, not knowing whether it was because Duke Donetto was there, but he did not contradict him.

"Phyllis was loyal to his lord, and he kept his conduct and the honor of his family." The tone of the older noble was sonorous and powerful, "He was just unlucky and chose the wrong lord."

"So don't insult a true noble who deserves respect with words, because that is also insulting yourselves."

After that.

There was silence in the room for a long time.

"It's as if you are not the one who contributed the most..." The middle-aged noble muttered, but his voice was not small.

"Raphael, you!" The older noble stood up suddenly.

Suddenly, the study was tense.

"Okay, okay, Raphael, Gil, we are all family, it's rare to quarrel when we meet." Duke Donato, who was sitting at the top, half-opened his eyes and slowly advised, "Sit down."

"Yes, Lord Donato." The two nobles stood up and saluted, and sat down after the old man waved his hand casually.

After the older noble Gil sat down, he looked at the younger noble and explained seriously:

"Count Nasi!"

"Philis is loyal to his feudal lord, and I also have someone I need to be loyal to, so I have a clear conscience."

The young noble called Count Nasi smiled awkwardly at him and nodded.

Then.

There was another long silence.

I don't know why the person they were waiting for hasn't come yet, but no one - even Donato, who has the highest status and Raphael, who seems to have the most irritable temper - showed any impatience.

Not long after.

The young noble Nasi fiddled with the silk scarf on his chest, and whispered to the middle-aged noble:

"Why is Rado so cruel to Phyllis?"

"I mean, at the royal harvest festival banquet last August, wasn't he still selling Toussaint's traditional five virtues of honor, wisdom, generosity, bravery and mercy - I remembered them all because of him repeating them?"

"It seems that it's been less than a year. No matter how much he hates Phyllis, doing this must be contrary to the knight's virtue of mercy, right?"

"And isn't that Toussaint knight still the King's Hand? He didn't stop it?"

"People always change, Nasi," the middle-aged noble Raphael said meaningfully, "not to mention the person who sits in that position..."

"If I sit in that position, I will definitely not change!" The young noble glanced at Donato, who had his eyes closed, and quickly interrupted Raphael, almost taking an oath nervously.

However, the old man sitting at the top did not open his eyes.

Instead, Raphael patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to calm down.

"I believe you, Nasi, we all believe you..." Raphael said softly, "otherwise we wouldn't have chosen you."

"I'm talking about our new king, the fake king Rado who will eventually be replaced by you."

"It's because he's not as good as you that he will be replaced by you."

Seeing that Nasi had calmed down and began to play with his white scarf again, Raphael continued:

"Three months after the king's death is enough to change a lot, especially for Rado who has just taken the throne and gradually abandoned the pillars that support this kingdom and is surrounded by enemies."

"So hide here and don't go out and be discovered by him. He is no longer the person you know."

"As for the tutor of Toussaint..."

Raphael paused, glanced at the elderly noble Jill who closed his eyes, and said:

"For what he has, he has done very well."

"It's a pity..."

"He was unlucky and chose the wrong lord?" Nasi continued.

"Hahaha..." Raphael was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh exaggeratedly and laughed:

"That's right, that's right, Dieter's luck is really bad, so he chose Ban Ade, who hated the nobles and shared half of Kaedwen, and chose Rado, who couldn't tell his position, didn't know how to hide his true thoughts, and only knew to avenge his father, as the object of loyalty..."

"Nassi, you are really smart, you deserve to replace Rado and sit on the highest position in Kaedwen!"

Frightened by Raphael's sudden crazy behavior, Nassi pulled out the white scarf at once.

After a few awkward dry laughs, he folded it neatly and quietly put it back.

But after he put the scarf away, Raphael was still laughing.

Not only was Duke Donato indifferent to this, even Jill, who seemed to have a gap with Raphael, did not open his eyes.

Until...

"Bang~"

The orange-yellow portal suddenly appeared.

The strong wind whistled in the room, rolling up the golden and luxurious satin curtains directly.

Not only Raphael was coughing due to the sudden strong wind, but the hair and beards of others were messy.

But it should be because they were prepared.

In the study, books, pens, cups and other small items were put away and were not affected.

When someone walked out of the portal, the strong wind stopped.

The four nobles, including Donato, immediately stood up to greet him.

But the visitor just waved his hand and said seriously:

"The situation has changed!"

"The Wolf School is moving to Elland!"