Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 233 Aedirn...There's a problem!

"what happened?"

Mary noticed that Ailin was a little distracted when she heard the little monster's name, so she asked curiously:
"Is there anything wrong with the name Yennefer?"

The little monster's body also tensed up and its two ears moved.

"No problem," Ailin shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "It's a good name..."

“A nice name with notes of blackcurrant and clove.”

Blackcurrant and cloves?

What does it mean?
Mary gave Arryn a strange look.

But the young witcher smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

When the little monster heard this, his body immediately relaxed.

Although she had no idea what the young witcher meant, she could tell it was a compliment, and whispered timidly but proudly:

“That’s the name my mom gave me!”

Then after saying this, he lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing this, Ailin and Mary looked at each other and sighed.

I feel uncomfortable to varying degrees.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat tense, Ailin changed the subject and said:
"By the way, Mary, do you know how to test magical talent?"

Mary was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the little monster:

"what do you mean?"

Ailin nodded and said:
"I think Ms. Vera could use another apprentice."

Mary paused.

Not to mention Ms. Vera’s admissions criteria.

Even the talent for magic is not something that everyone has.

Among the tens of millions of humans in the entire northern continent, only a few hundred have magical talents.

How is it possible that any child you buy would have such a rare talent?
Mary thought Arryn was dreaming.

Even Vesemir, who was leading the way, turned his head when he heard this.

Although he also felt that it was unlikely, and in such a short time, Ailin did not have time to predict.

but……

Ailin can even come up with an alchemical formula while riding a horse...

What if?
Mary wanted to retort, but noticed the little monster's gaze hidden by his hair.

After thinking about it, it seems possible that the limb deformities could be caused by chaos magic.

And no matter how likely it is, it is not convenient to say it in front of the little monster at this time, so he said:

"Uh... I don't know how to detect innate magic, but Ms. Vera must know. We can test it after we return to Kaer Morhen..."

Seeing Ailin nod, and the little monster's expectant gaze...

Mary couldn't bear to see them feel sad because their talents were not detected, so she gave them a heads-up:
"There are only a few people with magical talent among ten thousand, so don't hold out too much hope."

"I know." Ailin nodded.

But the smile on his face didn't fade at all, which made Vesemir and Mary feel a little confused.

Is he really so sure?

But before they could ask, they were interrupted by the sound of extremely high-frequency horse hooves coming from the front.

Not long after.

"Da da da~"

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer.

About a hundred heavily armored cavalrymen were marching towards them.

The Aedirn flag with a black background and a red and yellow arrow fluttered loudly at the head of the team.

Following closely behind was a flag with the same black background, red and yellow arrows, but with a crown and lance embroidered in gold thread.

"It's the King's Knights of Aedirn. Let's get out of the way."

Vesemir murmured an explanation before pulling on the reins and guiding the horse to the side of the road.

Stay out of the way of the Knights of the King of Aedirn.

but.

When the middle-aged knight in the lead passed by, he did not ignore the three people on the side of the road and walked straight past them.

He raised his right hand and clenched it. Immediately, a messenger beside him shouted with full force:

"Wait—"

The two columns of cavalry stopped almost instantly.

The middle-aged knight narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Vesemir, Arryn and Mary.

His gaze was fixed in particular on the large griffin head hanging on the side of Arryn's horse, and then shifted to the two swords carried by Vesemir and Arryn.

After a few seconds.

As soon as he pulled the reins, the shiny black horse under him immediately walked slowly towards the three people in tacit understanding.

"I am Trick, the deputy commander of the Knights of Aedirn..." The middle-aged knight paused, pointed his whip at the head of the big griffin, and asked with a serious face:

"Demon Hunter, is it the monster that attacked the caravan?"

Vesemir nodded, not caring about the knight's somewhat rude tone.

In recent years, the two countries surrounding Ban Ade College have been deeply affected by the attitudes of wizards, and their acceptance of witchers has been declining.

The slander and rumors about witchers are most widely spread in these two countries.

So Vesemir was used to it.

"This is the Great Griffin, it was he who attacked the caravan on the road."

"Big Griffin!"

The knight had obviously heard of this monster, and glanced at the monster's head next to Arryn's saddle with a somewhat skeptical tone.

"Is this a great griffin?"

"I heard that the head of a large griffin is much larger than that of an ordinary griffin. How could it be so small?"

When Vesemir heard that someone doubted the victory that Arryn had won after going through life-and-death crises, Mary pulled the reins and pushed him out before he could say anything.

"It's a shrinking spell..." Mary explained angrily, "I used a shrinking spell on the head of the griffin..."

"This spell can shrink the target object to one third of its original size..."

When Trick saw that the person who was speaking was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, he was stunned for a second and interrupted:

"you are?"

"I am Ms. Vera's apprentice, the sorceress Margarita Laux Antille." Mary replied bluntly.

Ms. Vera...

Trick was confused for a moment.

"Some people call Ms. Vera the bloody red fox..."

Vesemir reminded from the side.

moment.

Trick's face changed.

Unlike the Wolf School Demon Hunters who have always adhered to neutrality, the bloody red fox was a great contributor to humanity in the second full-scale conflict with the elves.

Countless elves died under her spell.

The blood flowed enough to form a river.

The middle-aged knight grew up listening to her stories.

Of course, more importantly, she has superb alchemy skills, and is particularly good at making potions that prolong life, so she knows many important figures in the Northern Kingdom.

In addition, his methods are strange and bloody, his moods are capricious, and he is particularly vindictive.

If we were to rank the person in the Northern Continent who should not be offended, Vera would definitely be at the top of the list.

therefore.

Trick immediately straightened his body, sat upright on the horse, and said:
"I'm sorry, Ms. Margarita. I was rude."

Mary snorted and asked:

"Do you need me to remove the spell and show you the true face of the great griffin?"

"No, no..." Trick waved his hands repeatedly.

He also did not doubt Mary's identity.

After all, whether it is a hunting griffin or a big griffin, people with such strength must be well-known.

The more powerful a person is, the less likely he or she is to pretend to be the Bloody Red Fox. "In that case, please follow me into the city. His Majesty the King will be happy to see you."

Trick bowed slightly to invite, and the cold and hostile expression on his face disappeared instantly.

Even when facing Vesemir and Arryn, there was a stiff smile on his face.

Ms. Vera's name is so useful?
Ailin looked at Mary in surprise.

Mary raised her head proudly, thinking that Arryn was thanking her for protecting their spoils and their reputation.

Vesemir nodded to the middle-aged knight and motioned for Arryn and Mary to follow.

After entering the cavalry team, Trick whispered a few words in the adjutant's ear.

However, Vesemir and Arryn, who both had extraordinary perception, heard it all.

"Take a team and look for the monster's body ahead..."

"Whether you find it or not, return to the royal city and let me know."

Obvious.

The middle-aged knight did not completely believe Mary's words. It was only out of respect or fear for Ms. Vera that he did not let Mary restore the griffin head to its original state.

However, the two demon hunters did not show it and pretended not to hear it.

After all, it is normal to be cautious when working for the king.

Say.

They were not lying, the body of the great griffin was still lying in the same place.

then.

They followed behind Trick, observing the overall appearance of the Royal Knights of Aedirn as if nothing had happened.

"Da da da~"

An adjutant and four knights galloped back the way Ailin came.

The other, under Trick's instructions, gave the order to turn the team around and march towards Wengerburg.

"How rude."

After Trick arranged the team, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Vesemir:

"Except for Ms. Margarita's name, I don't know the names of the two demon hunters."

"School of the Wolf, Vesemir."

"School of the Wolf, Aelin."

The two demon hunters gave their names one after another.

"Vesemir?" Trick asked in surprise, "If I remember correctly, you should be the youngest witcher master of the Wolf School, right?"

"I once heard your story from my father..."

"No wonder... No wonder you can kill the great griffin..."

The youngest demon hunter master?

Vesemir smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I am not the youngest demon hunter master now..."

"I wasn't the one who killed the great griffin..."

Trick saw Vesemir staring at the demon hunter apprentice who was no more than sixteen years old and was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw him pat the childish-looking Aelin and said:

"Ai Lin..."

"He is the youngest Demon Hunter Master of the Wolf School. He must be the youngest in history, and..."

"Alin is also the demon hunter who killed the great griffin..."

"Huh?" Trick was stunned for a moment.

"Alin is the youngest witcher master and the witcher who killed the great griffin!" Vesemir thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated it proudly.

Seeing Trick's jaw drop, Ailin was secretly pleased and waved his hand modestly:

"I didn't kill the Great Griffin alone."

"Without the help of Vesemir and Mary... Lady Margarita, I may not be able to handle it by myself..."

uncertain……

In other words...it was really this man named Ailin who killed the great griffin...

And he did not deny the first half of Vesemir's sentence.

Trick looked at Ailin's young face, his mind still confused.

Majestic Cliff!
What Vesemir said turned out to be true!
This demon hunter boy who looks even younger than his daughter is actually a demon hunter master.

Trick stared at Ailin's warm blue cat eyes with a dull expression. His throat tightened in surprise and he swallowed instinctively.

and many more!

Trick suddenly remembered something and looked at Vesemir again.

blue eyes……

Vesemir...

The Wolf School again...

"You are the Blue Grim Reaper who killed six large monsters in a row in Ban Ader on the day of the Curse of the Black Sun!"

Trick couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Has the news of the Apprentice Fighting Tournament reached Aedirn?
Aylin was a little surprised.

But when he thought of the many wizards and apprentices who left early, he understood.

I guess they were the ones who spread the news.

but……

Blue Death?
What kind of lame kiddie title is that?
"I don't know anything about the Blue Death," Ailin shook his head. "But on the day of the Apprentice Fighting Competition, I was the one who killed six large monsters..."

"But the last four had already lost their combat effectiveness when they were in the hands of Wolf School Grandmaster Soi. I was just cleaning up the mess..."

So the Blue Death is really him.

Trick looked into Aelin's eyes again.

It feels different.

There seemed to be a vast ocean hidden in the calm blue eyes of the cat, which could stir up huge waves of destruction as soon as the wind blew.

Even without the team coming back to report, he believed that the ferocious eagle head hanging on the black mare was the head of the griffin.

suddenly.

He thought of a more important question.

"Is the glutton of Kaedwen really dead?" asked Trick.

Arlin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he glanced at Vesemir and nodded seriously:

"died."

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

……

Wengerberg.

Like all the big cities in the northern continent, the city gates and walls are majestic and solemn, and the fierce guards are holding sharp blades...

Of course.

The most similar thing is the crowded crowd at the city gate.

Even compared to Ban Ader, as one of the richest metropolises in the Northern Kingdom, Vengerburg has a much larger population.

It can be said to be crowded.

However, with the Royal Knights leading the way, it was impossible for them to follow the civilians and vendors in line to enter the city as Tong did in Ban'ard.

After riding past several sacks loaded with fragrant grain, Arryn, Vesemir, and Mary entered the city gate one after another.

But what seemed strange to Arryn was that he had answered Trick's question about the death of the King of Kaedwen.

Vesemir had been frowning slightly along the way, as if he had encountered something that was troubling him.

Only when Royce, the son of destiny of Arryn, is about to wake up will he be given an additional Yaksi.

And after entering the city gate, his eyebrows even twisted into a small ball.

“What’s wrong, Master Vesemir?” Arryn’s mouth moved slightly. “Is there something wrong?”

Hearing Ayling's voice, Vesemir glanced at Trick, who was walking in front and assigning tasks to his subordinates, and whispered:
"Wait until the hotel tells you..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he added:
"Aedirn..."

"has a problem!"

(End of this chapter)