Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

When the witcher returned to the fork in the road, the moon was still high in the night sky.

The campfire crackled, and the snoring in the tent rose and fell, making the whistling mountain wind less shrill and more lively.

"Are you on guard tonight?"

The two witchers tied up their horses and asked the witcher Clay who came to meet them, "Where are Ryan and Charles from the caravan?"

"I just saw them going there."

Clay pointed sleepily in the direction of a bushy area. The branches and leaves of the trees were shadowy, and there seemed to be a flickering fire. There should be someone inside.

Vesemir and Arryn looked at each other.

The reason why Ryan and Charles followed Clay to keep watch was because of the situation in Vergen that Arryn and Vesemir had learned about, but they didn't know why they were hiding in the corner.

"Pah!"

Vesemir slapped Clay on the back of the neck, and the young witcher immediately shuddered.

"Keep watch and don't fall asleep!" The demon hunter master scolded in a low voice and walked in the direction of Clay's finger.

Ailin looked at the young demon hunter who made a face with pity and followed him.

"Rustle~ rustle~"

After walking a few steps into the depths of the forest, the night wind mixed with the sound of conversation blew over.

"...Today is the day when Free Anglin failed to do his job... Commission..." Ryan's voice was broken by the messy wind.

"Ryan, don't mention this anymore," the caravan's fat boss's voice gradually became clearer after taking a few steps closer, "We have been cooperating for so many years... Today... Today's events were caused by Sally's willfulness, and she also hurt so many of your brothers..."

"Charles, Sally is still young, and I didn't think it through after all... This money... I feel guilty taking it..."

"Don't be willful, Ryan, you are not young anymore... If you don't take this money, what will happen to your brothers who died today, how can you support them..."

"I..."

"Don't say it, if you really feel guilty, then be more careful on the way forward, don't make any more mistakes, and get to Fort Dlast safely..."

"But..."

"It's not our fault. Who would have thought that on the established route we are used to, the battlefields of Kaedwen and Aedirn would suddenly appear. War, war, it was the war that killed my Lis..."

Listening to the conversation between Ryan and Charles, the demon hunters looked at each other in bewilderment.

It has always been only mercenaries who sell force and live on the edge of a knife who dislike the small amount of money and have conflicts with their employers.

I have never seen a mercenary who asked for a pay cut because he failed to protect his employer...

The mercenary was eager to refuse, but the merchant insisted on giving him money.

This is quite rare...

However...

Since they were not plotting anything that would harm them, the two demon hunters did not intend to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Ahem~"

They coughed twice and made some noise.

Not long after, two figures, one tall and one fat, holding torches, walked out of the woods.

Under the light of the fire, the short and fat merchant Charles looked pale and his hair was a little messy. He did not look very well.

However, when he saw Aelin and Vesemir, he still came forward, forced a smile, and asked in a slightly anxious tone:

"Master Vesemir, Master Aelin, what is the current situation in Vergen? Is it besieged by the army? Do we need to take a detour?"

"Vergen is safe and sound, everything is normal, rest for a night, and we can go there tomorrow morning," Vesemir smiled apologetically, "We received false news."

"It's inevitable, I'm glad it's okay, I'm glad it's okay." The fat businessman looked relieved.

Tacitly, they didn't ask what kind of false news could make nine highly skilled demon hunters come together.

Just as the demon hunters didn't ask them why they were running around during the war.

"But since it's false news, what are the two of you going to do next?" Ryan asked curiously, holding a torch in his hand to avoid the low branches.

Charles' eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly added:

"If you two don't have a clear destination, why not go to Dallasburg with us? The reward will not disappoint you."

"No," Vesemir looked at Aylin and shook his head, "We have other things to do and we are going in different directions. We will have to separate from you after leaving Vergen tomorrow."

"Is that so..." Charles was a little disappointed, "That's a pity."

Several people turned back and walked towards the camp.

"By the way," Aylin suddenly thought of something, "When you pass through Vengerburg, it's best to bypass the capital."

Charles and Ryan stopped at the same time and tilted their heads in confusion.

"Why?"

"It is said that there are monsters harassing there every day," Aylin said, "and two months ago, before Aedirn and Kaedwen declared war, Vengerburg was searching for mercenaries and idlers holding sharp blades and sending them to the front line. Now the situation will only be worse."

Charles and Ryan looked at each other and thanked Aylin at the same time.

After all, Vengerburg is the capital of Aedirn, with abundant resources and smooth roads. The caravan originally had the idea of ​​replenishing supplies in Vengerburg.

If the situation is really as the demon hunter said, they may not be able to leave the city once they enter.

"I owe you two a big favor again..." Ryan sighed.

Hearing this, Ailin joked: "How about returning one?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, then immediately stopped, turned to face the demon hunter, and said solemnly: "Master Ailin, please tell me, the Free Anglin Mercenary Group will do its best."

"It's not a big deal," Aylin waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to be so serious. "Kaer Morhen is high and far away, and the information is blocked. This false news caused us to make a wasted trip, so I would like to ask you to send a letter to Kaer Morhen every one or two months, recording the events you think the Wolf School needs to know."

"Hey! This is not a big deal, why do I need a favor." Ryan shook his head.

"Our Charles Chamber of Commerce can also do this." The merchant also hurriedly followed up, "And although the scale of our chamber of commerce is not large, we have branches in Aedirn, Kaedwen, Temeria, and the United Kingdom of Lyria and Rivia."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Aylin smiled gently.

The information stagnation is really uncomfortable.

Whether Vergen was besieged was not a confidential matter, but it was because of the information stagnation, because of Horton Qui-Gon's identity, his relationship with the school, and the master of the Wolf School, they had to rush here in a hurry.

This time, it was a harmless commission, so it was okay to accept it or not.

But what about the next time?

The living environment of demon hunters in the northern continent was visibly deteriorating, and who knew if it would be a trap next time.

Therefore, he could no longer wait until he had thought it through and the number of demon hunters in the Wolf School was enough to station one person in each major city. He had to start building the school's intelligence system now.

It was a pity that he really knew nothing about this, so he could only try it randomly.

Ryan and Charles were trustworthy, and they didn't need to be reliable for the time being.

"It's our honor."

"It's an honor."

The two of them agreed and began to ask how to send the letter to Kaer Morhen.

"Uh..."

This was really not clear to Aylin.

Vesemir had always been doing the sending and receiving of letters.

"There is a village called Kael at the foot of the Blue Mountain where Kaer Morhen is located. You..."

Vesemir seemed to sigh softly, looked at Aylin with a complicated expression, and then told him the way to send the letter one by one.

After the Demon Hunter Master finished his instructions, Ailin thought for a moment and said:

"It costs a lot to send letters, and I can't let you spend money..."

"Master Ailin, please don't say that!" Ryan said anxiously, "If it weren't for you, I would have become food for the ghouls, and Free Anglin would have disappeared..."

"Yes, and it doesn't cost much to send letters..." Charles added.

"One month, two months, or even half a year is fine, but it won't work in the long run." Ailin shook his head and interrupted the two.

Then he thought for a moment, took out a few bottles of ghoul-eating biological oil from the reagent bag, and handed it to Ryan.

"This is ghoul-eating biological oil. Apply it on the blade. It will be easier to kill ghouls and other ghoul-eating creatures."

Ryan, who subconsciously took the sword oil and was about to argue, was stunned for a moment.

But before he could say anything, Charles carefully held the sword oil in both hands and looked at it carefully:

"Master Ailin is too modest. This... This is not the level of 'a little easier'."

"Huh? Do you know the ghoul-eating oil?" Ailin asked curiously.

Charles nodded:

"I saw it when I passed by La Valedi half a month ago. It has basically spread in Temeria. As long as this sword oil is applied on the long sword, the steel sword can also be a silver sword."

"What!"

Ryan exclaimed and almost threw the ghoul-eating oil away. After coming to his senses, he was so scared that he quickly hugged the bottles of blood-red potion.

He had just suffered from the ghouls during the day, and he knew the meaning of "steel swords can also be silver swords".

Silver weapons are expensive and very easy to wear out.

Although the Free Anglin Mercenary Group prepared silver weapons for everyone, in fact, these "silver weapons" were only plated with a thin layer of silver.

When encountering large-scale ghouls like those during the day, most of the mercenaries' plating was quickly consumed.

The further they went, the more the mercenaries could only use shields to repel the monsters, and only a few of them wearing heavy armor could kill the ghouls.

Otherwise, although the ghouls would not be completely eliminated, the time for the battle line to collapse would definitely be extended a lot.

"Master Ailin, this... where can I buy this potion? How many orens?" Ryan hesitated for a few seconds, his tone unable to hide his urgency.

"It can't be bought." Charles shook his head, "This is produced by Vera's alchemy workshop in Aretusa."

"Now it can only be seen in Elland, and it is only used by the Demon Hunters."

"Don't say whether you can buy it, even the King's Guard of Vizima-the capital of Temeria-has not used it yet?"

Charles knew it in detail.

It can be seen that he has thought about the ghoul-eating biological oil.

No wonder, as long as there are water ghosts and ghouls in this world, which merchant can suppress his desire for this sword oil that can be called hard currency.

"Is that so..." Ryan was a little disappointed.

But after thinking about it, something seemed wrong.

Wait!

Since there is no Vizima, where did the corpse-eating biological oil in my hand come from?

Charles also thought of this.

The two looked at Aylin almost at the same time.

"The formula of corpse-eating biological oil is thought up by Aylin," Vesemir glanced at Aylin, and seeing that he did not object, he continued, "His alchemy teacher is the bloody red fox-Ms. Vera, and Vera's alchemy workshop is also helping him produce consignment potions."

Charles, Lane:?

A demon hunter and alchemist who only knows how to dance with a sword and simple magic tricks created such an amazing alchemical formula from a bloody red fox?

How do these almost mutually exclusive elements come together?

Not to mention…

The two of them looked carefully at Aylin's face, which although not angry and intimidating, was still slightly childish.

Not to mention he is only fourteen years old!

Being stared at by the two people in disbelief, Aylin nodded slightly: "The corpse-eating bio-oil is indeed the formula I came up with."

There was silence among the trees for a moment.

There is only the sound of the mountain wind blowing the trees, and the "bibobibo" sound of the burning rosin from the torch.

"Yes..." Charles' chubby face revealed a complex expression of excitement but trying to hide it, "Master Aylin and Master Vesemir appeared in Elland on May Day more than a month ago. "

"The corpse-eating creature oil suddenly appeared after that."

"It's really... I really didn't expect that Master Aylin not only became a master demon hunter at a young age, but also made extraordinary achievements in alchemy..."

He is truly a professional businessman.

Charles's compliments continued one after another.

But Aylin knew what he wanted to express.

"Do you want to be qualified to sell corpse-eating bio-oil?" he asked.

Charles' tone suddenly stopped.

The pale but round fat face shook violently and was about to speak.

"Okay." Aylin nodded lightly.

"Ah?" Charles was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly became serious, "What do I need to pay?"

"Take Ryan with you," Aelin glanced at the mercenary leader, "Then as mentioned before, it is enough to send letters to Kaer Morhen every month."

"When I see Ms. Vera, I will report your name to the alchemy workshop."

Perhaps for Charles and Ryan, corpse-eating oil is very precious, but for Aylin, it is just ordinary sword oil.

What's more, he is just a dealer, helping him make money.

As for whether this will affect the livelihood of other demon hunters...

The influence of Ben Ad's foreign fusion has begun to take shape, and now even Aedirn next door has been affected.

In the future, witchers may just think there are too many monsters.

"Of course, it's only for corpse-eating biological oil at the moment." He added.

What it means only for corpse-eating bio-oil is that there are other "bio-oils"... Charles was startled.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked:

"Why are you treating me... us so favorably?"

Aylin: "Maybe it's because you are more pleasing to the eye."

Just say it.

He nodded to the master witcher, and the two witchers walked straight towards the camp.

Charles and Ryan were left standing there looking at each other.

"Charles, are we returning a favor, or are we owing another big favor?"