Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 221 It's time to take off your leather armor!

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning broke through the misty mountains.

"Boom~"

There was an unusual sound.

An orange-red portal appeared in the camp.

A demon hunter, carrying two swords and wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, walked out of the portal carrying a large bag.

The wizard who "kidnapped" Ben Ader was no small matter.

One mistake could very likely bring great disaster to the school.

So as soon as Vesemir returned to Kaer Morhen, the head of the school and several witcher masters who were still in the fortress who received the news rushed over.

Several witcher masters surrounded the unconscious wizard and had heated discussions all night long.

But it is intense.

No one was stupid enough to suggest letting Thomas Moreau and Marceau go.

The witcher masters, who had long since learned from the chief about the unfair experiences of the Wolf School witchers in Ben Ader, all knew that it was absolutely impossible to compromise with the wizard for the survival of the school.

The core of the heated discussion was whether to kill them...

Or just lock him up somewhere as Ailin arranged.

The risk of the latter obviously far exceeds that of the former.

Although Kaer Morhen also always has a few pieces of demon-blocking gold, which can be used to make shackles that suppress magic power.

But every famous wizard has his own unique methods.

There was no guarantee that, with the shackles of Dimagium, the two wizards wouldn't be able to escape or get the news out.

No one had ever heard of the secondary mutation that Ailin wanted to dig out, and compared with the risks the school faced, it seemed not worth it.

but.

Now that Vesemir is back, it means that everyone has finally reached a consensus.

Agree to lock up the two wizards first.

This is due both to Vesemir's argument, which left him dry-mouthed, and to Arryn's outstanding performance during the incident of the Apprentice Fighting Tournament.

of course.

The potions and skills created by Arlin, as well as the support of the always conservative Chief, were also the most important factors.

"Ugh~"

The exhaustion from a sleepless night, coupled with the witcher's unique "portal syndrome", caused Vesemir to feel dizzy as soon as he stepped out of the portal.

I couldn't help but bend over and retch slightly.

"If I had known what would happen last night, I should have let Ailin keep watch first."

Vesemir thought.

Who would have thought that Ms. Vera would arrive so quickly...

He sighed softly, straightened up, and saw Ailin meditating with his eyes closed...

And Mary, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

The bonfire had long gone out, and golden petals were scattered around the two of them.

Against the backdrop of the green oak tree not far away, the two people snuggling together look particularly harmonious and natural.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Vesemir couldn't help but smile.

The discomfort caused by the transmission has subsided a lot.

"It's great to be young!" he exclaimed.

……

Not long after Vesemir returned, Arryn opened his eyes from meditation.

After seeing Vesemir packing up, he decided to get up and help.

"Shh~"

When the Demon Hunter Master noticed this, he motioned for Ailin to sit down and act like a pillow.

Feeling the breath beside his face, Ailin had no choice but to stare blankly at Vesemir busying about.

Mary finally woke up after Vesemir packed up the tent and other materials for the camping and tied them to his mount.

"Ah~"

Mary woke up from her sweet dream, yawned, stretched, then opened one eye sleepily and said in surprise:
"When did Master Vesemir return?"

"While you were sleeping!" Ailin stood up and stretched his body.

When you are asleep?
Mary was stunned for a second.

Then she noticed the water stains on the young witcher's neck and her pretty face turned red.

She quickly pulled out a silk scarf from her body and stepped forward to help Ailin wipe it.

"Hmm... Sorry, I fell asleep accidentally..."

"fine."

Ailin shook his head and said nothing.

It's just a trivial matter.

They have come from afar to help, so what's wrong with drooling on yourself?
Moreover.

We were rushing along the way and only wiped our bodies when we came into the river.

Aelin's clothes weren't very clean either.

It's a wonder Mary was able to fall asleep next to him last night.

"Okay, let's get ready to go."

Vesemir brought over Arlin's mare, Turnip, and Bogdan's horse.

"There's plenty of time for flirting along the way!"

Vesemir teased mischievously at the two young men who were standing close together.

"Master Vesemir!" Mary said angrily with a red face.

……

noon.

Arryn and his three companions finally arrived in Vergen on horseback.

The city is not big, covering an area of ​​about half that of Ban Ade.

It only takes half an hour to walk from the North Gate to the South Gate.

but.

Vergen's architectural style is completely different from that of humans, but it is more memorable than the clusters of pointed towers in Ben Ade.

This is a city carved out of rock.

Whether it is the city walls, houses or streets, they all seem to have grown out of the mountains.

Rough, bold, wild...

Just like those bearded dwarves who kept passing by the three of them.

Yes.

Although this place is located in the human kingdom of Aedirn, it is actually a settlement of dwarves.

Even the lord here is the only non-human noble in Aedirn - the dwarf Baron Holden Qui-Gon.

"Hahaha~"

"Long time no see, Master Vesemir!"

The doorway of a stone house that is only slightly larger than the other houses around it.

The brown-bearded dwarf, who was almost as tall as Vesemir's chest, laughed and patted Vesemir's waist.

"It's been a long time, Holden."

Vesemir took off his wide-brimmed black hat and nodded to the dwarf, baring his teeth.

It can be seen that they are very good friends.

After a brief greeting, Vesemir turned his body to reveal Arryn and Mary behind him.

"Who are these two?" Horton asked puzzledly.

"The sorceress is Margarita Laux Antille," Vesemir smiled at Mary, "She is the Bloody Red Fox, an apprentice of Ms. Vera, and now she is traveling with us."

Mary clasped her hands on her stomach and nodded slightly.

She had a low posture and rarely showed such modesty and elegance.

But anyone could see that she was proud of her identity as Vera's apprentice.

When the dwarf Horton heard Ms. Vera's name, he stood up straight with respect:
"Hello, Ms. Margarita."

"I am Holden Qui-Gon, the mayor of Vergen. I'm glad you came to Vergen..."

"Please also convey my respect to Ms. Vera."

"I will." Mary nodded slightly.

His big, round eyes glanced proudly at the young demon hunter beside him.

She didn't need to be a mind reader to understand what she meant. The words "Ms. Margarita" were almost engraved on her forehead.

"Alin..." Vesemir patted the young demon hunter on the shoulder and solemnly introduced him to Horton:

"Master Demon Hunter Ailin has killed five large monsters so far, two of which were killed independently..."

"Water ghosts, ghouls, demon spirits... countless other monsters died at his hands..."

The fighting competition between the apprentices of the Wolf School and the Cat School has passed.

At the competition, many wizards saw Ailin hunting two large monsters alone.

There is no need to hide any longer.

When leaving Kaer Morhen this morning, Vesemir had already reached a consensus with several witcher masters.

From today onwards.

The School of the Wolf officially recognized Arryn's status as the Master Witcher.

And in the next few days, the letter will be sent to other witcher schools and nobles who are on good terms with the Wolf School.

As for the battle record, in order to avoid trouble, the school deliberately omitted the Ice King and the Cyclops that Arryn killed in Kaer Morhen in the letter.

Only the ones that Arryn had killed in public in the arena at Ben Ader.

"Master Demon Hunter?"

Holden was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at the young demon hunter carefully from head to toe.

But no matter how he looked at it, it seemed ordinary.

There are neither big muscles nor long, thick beards.

Just an ordinary demon hunter kid.

"Vesemir, are you kidding me?"

"He is just a child. Considering your demon hunter's age, at most he has just passed those trials of killing..."

"We may have a good relationship, but this joke is not funny!"

"You're going to ruin this kid's future!"

Holden frowned, and his rough voice sounded like thunder.

The attention of other dwarves, elves, and humans on the street was attracted.

"This is no joke, my dwarf brother!"

Vesemir laughed and shook his head:
"Aelin is indeed the Master Witcher. You will know when the news reaches Vergen in a few days."

"But you are right. Ailin is indeed my apprentice."

When did I say this kid was your apprentice?
Holden scratched his head in confusion.

But then he noticed the point in Vesemir's words.

"information?"

"what news?"

Holden asked curiously.

"News about the fighting competition between the apprentices of the Cat School and the Wolf School, and..."

Vesemir put on a black wide-brimmed hat and retracted his smile:

"News of the King's death..."

……

In addition to dwarves, there are also humans living in Vergen.

In name, this place is also a vassal state of the human kingdom of Aedirn.

but.

Of all the pigeons that Ben Ader's wizards had released, anxious to spread the news as soon as their king was dead, none had been headed for Vergen.

after all.

Dwarves are excellent warriors. Their bodies are as hard as granite, and they seem to be naturally able to isolate the magic of chaos from their bodies.

The very few who have a talent for spellcasting obviously won't go to Ban Ader to study.

So after hearing Vesemir's news, Horton was a little confused:
"I know about your fighting competition with the Cat School, but the death of the king?"

"Is this some new Kaedwen drama?"

"These humans performing these shows are really killing themselves..."

"Not a drama, Horton, not a drama..." Vesemir interrupted, "The King of Kaedwen, the one known as the 'Big Glutton', Hackthorn, is dead!"

"He died in Ben Ade..."

"Died in the stands of the wizards' arena..."

I listened to Vesemir's account of the fighting competition between the Wolf School and the Cat School.

The dwarf's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.

A few seconds later.

“That…” Horton pulled out a tuft of his beard in surprise, “That’s really unexpected…”

"I didn't expect that the butcher, Haxo, would die in such a way."

Holden's tone was somewhat complicated.

Hakeso hates and is hostile to foreigners.

Although the main target was elves, Horton also had many dwarf and midget friends who died under Haxor's tyranny.

After a long while, Holden came back to his senses and looked at Vesemir seriously:

"Thank you, Vesemir."

“This news is very important to me!”

After Hackathal's death.

Before the new king takes the throne, Kaedwen will be under martial law for a long time, and the relationship between the nobles and wizards will become very delicate.

As the master of Fujian, if he had known the news earlier, he would not only be able to help his people avoid a lot of losses.

Might as well make a fortune.

"Horton, we are friends!" Vesemir shook his head slightly.

"Indeed, we are friends."

The dwarf nodded seriously, then looked at Ailin:

"Then let's see what a friend like me can do for the new Demon Hunter Master."

"Come in first, my dear guests, please treat this place as your home."

……

As soon as you enter the stone house, you will see all kinds of armor and weapons.

The murderous aura was chilling and cold.

The temperature in the whole room seemed to be several degrees colder than outside.

Seeing that Aelin and Mary were very curious, Vesemir introduced:

"Horton Qui-Gon, the most outstanding forging master outside the Mahakam Mountains..."

Mahakam is a dwarven kingdom located between Temeria and Aedirn.

Mahakam is nominally a vassal state of Temeria.

However, due to its rugged terrain and the dependence of countries around the world on its metal products, it has maintained relative political and cultural independence.

Not only does it produce the best quality iron ore in the world, but the dwarf craftsmen living in Mahakam also have first-class craftsmanship.

"In fact, even in Mahakam, apart from those immortals in the Council of Elders, there are few dwarves whose craftsmanship can match mine."

"I swear on my beard!"

Holden stroked his long beard and added bluntly.

Vesemir shrugged and said noncommittally:
"The King of Aedirn granted Horton the title of baron just for his craftsmanship, and gave him the Vergen Mine as his territory..."

Horton added:

"In fact, it was that despicable and shameless boy Demawi II who lured me here with conspiracy and trickery."

"He asked someone to steal my most beloved hammer, and while I was looking for the hammer, he stole my boiler and iron felt..."

"I had no choice but to agree to the request of that rogue king..."

Arlin and Mary looked at each other in surprise.

The young witcher had a lot of complaints in his stomach, but he didn't know where to start.

but……

Master of Casting...

Ailin's eyes gradually brightened.

really……

Vesemir pulled out a piece of parchment from the leather armor on his chest and handed it to the dwarf.

Then he turned to look at his apprentice and said with a smile:
"Alin, it's time to change your outdated leather armor!"

(End of this chapter)