Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, quickly...come with me..."

"Your Excellency Faao..."

"Let your Majesty go first!"

The meeting hall suddenly became chaotic and noisy.

In the past month, the large griffon has been harassing us very regularly in the morning, and will leave before noon.

Therefore, Demavi II and all the important officials in the palace were accustomed to resting in the newly opened underground of the palace and in the secret room at home in the morning, and then discussing state affairs and war affairs in the Zailai Council Hall in the afternoon.

As for why they don’t just keep holding meetings underground?

Does the king have no face?

How can a palace meeting concerning the future of the entire country be like a mouse, always hiding in the dark to discuss?

"It's so out of character! It's so out of character!"

Demavi II roared angrily.

At the same time, he felt a strong sense of panic in his heart.

It is no small thing for a great gryphon to change the frequency of its normal attacks.

Even the few people in the palace were in such a panic at the moment. It was not necessary to think about the terrible state inside and outside the city of Vengerberg.

The order that was finally maintained will collapse in an instant.

What's even more frightening is that if there is no war, it will be fine, but the royal family's face will suffer a slight loss.

But now!

Especially now that the situation on the front line is looking great!

Because of the Great Griffin's attack, the grain, grass and other logistical supplies placed on the front line for transportation in the afternoon were already unable to meet the needs of the front line and were already somewhat unsustainable.

Voices of dissatisfaction in the city filled the palace every day, and the Vivaldi Bank's protest was just a microcosm.

If the big gryphon is not dealt with, no matter how hard he tries, he can't hold on to one... no... maybe he won't be able to hold on for half a month.

Now Demavi II dare not think about how the front line would collapse if the Great Griffin were like today, visiting Vengerberg twice a day.

Let alone half a month, maybe not even three days, the sound of protest from Vengerburg would fill every corner of the royal court.

Merchants and nobles will use various means to hinder the war, and may even launch riots or even palace coups.

"Damn beast, this is the time... but this is the time..."

Demavi II roared angrily and was helped by his attendants to leave the meeting hall in a hurry.

He saw the portrait that had been accidentally trampled several times on the ground and the wooden frame was broken.

The ambitious and sharp look in his eyes when he first took over seemed to be silently mocking him now.

Is this your ambition?

Is this how the oath made to the late king's coffin will end?

Just because of a flying beast?

"Never! Never!" Demavi II shouted.

"Your Majesty! Let's go! The Great Griffin has arrived!" the King's Hand shouted.

"Boom!"

The luxurious wooden door of the conference hall slammed shut, cutting off the line of sight between Demavi II and the portrait of the monarch, and seemed to cut off the dream of national rejuvenation.

"ah!"

The chaos outside the chamber was even worse. The palace residents who felt the familiar coercion in the air were scurrying around like headless flies.

"Don't block the road! Be brave! Let Your Majesty go first!"

Demavi II and the ministers, who were protected by the guards, finally squeezed out of the crowd and rushed underground along the long corridor.

Demavi II waved away the attendant's support, lowered his head and furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking.

The other ministers and attendants all knew that the king must be in a very bad mood, and they all held their breath, not daring to speak out and cause trouble at this time.

"Da da da~"

For a while, the only sounds in the long corridor were the footsteps of people and the sounds of the entire city's turmoil coming from outside the corridor window.

The gray-haired Duke of Mars, Hand of the King, sighed softly, accelerated a few steps closer to the king's ear, and whispered softly:

"Your Majesty, it's time to think about it."

"What are you considering?" Demavi II turned around and asked subconsciously.

After seeing the expression of King's Hand clearly, his pale and slightly sweaty face turned red in an instant.

"Are you trying to persuade me to cease fighting?!!"

Demavi II suddenly stopped and looked at the ministers around him.

I found that not only had he always been silent, but the middle-aged man in charge of intelligence lowered his head and said nothing.

The Minister of War, who had always advocated war, would immediately curse the past when someone suggested peace talks and looked at the stone walls of the corridor without saying a word, as if there were hidden secrets about Aedirn's capture of Kaedwen.

"Your Majesty, the loss is not big now, and Kaedwin hasn't noticed it yet. It would be unthinkable to miss this opportunity!"

The King's Hand staggered forward and took another step to persuade.

Demavi II stared and said nothing.

"It's too dangerous here. Leave here first, Lord Mars." A guard knight came up to dissuade him.

At this moment.

"Bah!"

The powerful roar of a large gryphon suddenly came from the corridor window.

"Danger! Get down!"

Everyone skillfully squatted down at the same time and leaned against the wall.

"Huh~"

The wind in the corridor suddenly became stronger, blowing up the clothes and hair.

But it only took a moment before the wind gradually weakened.

"Then...that monster flew away?"

The reckless young knight was facing the window and said in surprise.

"What?!!"

After confirming that there was no danger, everyone cautiously approached the corridor window.

The abominable familiar figure flew under the clear cloud sky, flapping its wings and flying towards the west.

"What is that? Is the griffin holding something in its two claws?" someone asked in confusion.

"Two horses, two black horses!" the military minister said affirmatively, "and they are all alive!"

At this time.

Demawi II suddenly noticed that the intelligence minister's expression moved, as if he thought of something and was a little unbelievable.

The figure of the griffin gradually flew away and disappeared from the sky.

"The griffin flew away, do we... still need to go?" someone asked.

Everyone looked at each other, because of the panic just now, all of them were in a mess, and the minister in charge of the king's purse even had only one shoe on his feet.

But no one laughed at or joked at this time, everyone was in a mess, just the same.

"Let's go," Demawi II sighed, "If the griffin turns back, will we run again?"

Then he waved his hand to refuse the help of the servants and walked to the basement of the castle.

The basement of the destination did not have a name like "Conference Hall", but the whole room was actually well decorated.

Precious court portraits, high-back chairs with intricate carvings of the legend of the founding of Aedirn, soft wine-red carpets...

Except for the fact that the location is a bit damp and dark, the area is even larger than the meeting room.

"Pah~"

The door of the room was closed.

After the king and the ministers sat down, they were silent for a long time before they began to discuss the affairs of Vivaldi Bank, but they were a little absent-minded.

Until...

"Pah~"

The door opened.

A young man came in and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man in charge of intelligence before leaving.

"The commotion in the city has subsided. Except for a few people injured at the beginning, the losses are not great."

"And no place has been damaged..."

The middle-aged man paused and continued: "The big griffin...seems to have just passed by..."

"Passing by..." Everyone in the basement felt a little absurd.

Not to mention whether the big griffin would do such humane behavior, just say that this month, this monster came angrily every morning, without a break, and was more punctual than the ministers who discussed national affairs.

Just for this hatred, even if it is humane, it should be stepped on and spitted on when passing by.

"Could it be the same griffin?" someone asked.

"It is the same one." The middle-aged man said, "The feathers of the wings, the shape and size are all correct..."

Everyone was silent.

It's not that there is nothing to say, but there is too much to say, so I don't know where to start.

"It's always good to have no losses," the king's index finger tapped the table, and then looked at Demaevi II, "but your majesty still needs to think carefully and make a decision as soon as possible."

Thinking about what?

Everyone in the room knew it, but they didn't speak, and they didn't even dare to look at Demaevi II who was sitting at the top.

The bright candlelight kept swaying and trembling in the darkness, and the shadows overlapped on the wall, blurring into one ball after another.

"I will think about it carefully," Demaevi II let out a long breath and waved his hand tiredly, "Let's go."

"Yes, your majesty."

Everyone stood up, saluted, and left one after another.

"Squeak~"

The door opened.

"Kut, stay for a moment." Demaevi II said.

The middle-aged man in charge of intelligence paused as he reached the door.

The King's Hand and the Minister of Military Affairs exchanged an inconspicuous glance.

"Bang~"

The door closed.

The candlelight flickered quietly for a while.

Demaevi II stood up and stood in front of an oil painting. In the painting, the king with a crown stood up and pointed his sword to the sky.

In front of the king was a hideous long-eared elf, and behind him were many shouting human knights.

"Do you also think we should stop the war?" Demaevi II did not look back.

"Your will is my will, Your Majesty." The middle-aged man stroked his chest.

Demaevi II nodded, as if he saw the respect of the middle-aged man behind him.

His sight shifted to an inconspicuous corner behind the king, a man with an inconspicuous gray body and a blurred face.

"The Monton family has been loyal for generations, I believe you." Demave II paused, "What were you thinking when the monster attacked? Why were you surprised?"

The middle-aged man looked up in surprise and hesitated for a while: "An unfounded and unfounded guess..."

"What guess?" Demave II turned around.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds: "Master Eagle grabbed two black horses..."

"Well, then what?"

"The two leading mercenaries who were suspected to be Wolf School demon hunters also rode black horses, and..." The middle-aged man paused, "The direction where the master eagle flew was exactly where my subordinates sent people to search for their traces."

"Do you think the monster's abnormal behavior was because of the demon hunter?" Demave II's eyes lit up and he took two steps closer.

"No," the middle-aged man shook his head, "I just happened to be discussing those demon hunters, so I suddenly thought of it..."

"Yes," Demave II paced excitedly in the basement, "Otherwise, how could that damn beast pass by without destroying anything and taking nothing away?"

"It didn't even kill the two horses, right? It's such a cruel and stupid monster, why didn't it kill the two black horses?"

"Could it be..."

Demave II's eyes became brighter and brighter:

"Could it be that the demon hunters subdued the damn monster!"

"Your Majesty!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but interrupt loudly: "Your Majesty, such a thing has never happened before. No one can recover a large monster, not even wizards, let alone demon hunters!"

"It has never happened before, but it doesn't mean it's impossible. How can those damned wizards compare with the masters of the Wolf School?"

"Your Majesty, they even hid from the people we sent and deliberately hid their whereabouts..."

"The Wolf School strictly abides by neutrality, but everyone knows how those shameless wizards and nobles of Kaedwen are. They hide their whereabouts just to avoid those damned wizards and nobles from taking advantage of the situation... Yes... That's right... It must be like this!"

"Your Majesty!"

"It must be a demon hunter! It must be a demon hunter!" Demave II's eyes were bloodshot, and he was as ferocious as a wounded beast, roaring at the middle-aged man.

The dim candlelight trembled timidly, and the shadow flickered in fear.

The middle-aged man was silent, just looking at Demave II quietly.

"Sorry." Demaevi II took a deep breath and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"I just... I just..." He looked at the painting of the king standing upright with his sword pointing to the sky again, "It's been twenty years. My father, elder brother, uncle, your father... Kaedwen killed our relatives. I want revenge, revenge... This is the only chance. If you miss it, there will be no more, no more, Kurt, do you know?"

Listening to the king's almost delirious voice and feeling the increasing strength on his shoulder, the middle-aged man sighed and said:

"Your Majesty, I will find the demon hunter back, I will."

Demaevi II was silent for a moment before saying: "Is it really impossible?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "If something has never happened, what else can it be if it is not impossible, unless... a miracle happens..."

"Miracle..." Demaevi II sighed and looked at the painting again, looking at his invincible ancestor.

"Miracle..."

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On the other side

Arryn knew that the passage of the Great Griffin would cause riots, but he didn't know that it almost caused Aedirn and Kaedwen to cease fire.

In fact, even if he knew, there would be no way.

The Great Griffin is not a civil airliner in the previous life, with radar and pilots.

Arryn wanted to take the Great Griffin back to the hotel. If he flew at high altitude, he would be confused on the ground and couldn't find the way at all.

He had to fly at low altitude along the iconic river and city.

Maybe in the future, the Great Griffin will remember a few places and can automatically navigate, but it certainly can't do it now.

"Good girl, wait for us here." Landing in the woods mentioned in Vigfortz's provocative letter, Arryn patted the Great Griffin's beak.

"Cry~"

The Great Griffin gently rubbed Arryn, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

Vesemir smiled softly, and then the two led the horses and walked out of the woods.

The reason for not riding horses was not because the terrain was not suitable, but because the four legs of the two horses were shaking now, and they couldn't get up at all.

The two demon hunters each cast an Axis sign to calm the horses, allowing them to walk out of the forest smoothly.

Then they quickly returned to the village where the inn was located.

However, as soon as they entered the scattered wooden fence at the entrance of the village, Alin and Vesemir raised their eyebrows at the same time.

"This place is wrong..."