Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 271: Yennefer doesn't feel any pain at all

time flies.

With the regular rhythm of life, it seems like just a blink of an eye and it’s the May Day carnival day.

"Alin, the last group of people sent by the Duke has arrived!"

A cold female voice came from behind. The witcher, who was surrounded by blue bottles and jars, was in a trance for a moment, then turned around and saw Vera.

She stood at the door of the room with her arms folded across her chest, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of heartache.

"The last group of people?" Ailin asked subconsciously before he came to his senses.

Vera stroked her forehead, sighed, and said:
"Tonight is the May Day carnival, so of course these are the last people to carry the sword oil back."

what?
Ailin was stunned.

Is today already April 30th?
After emptying Eanna's ritual and not having strange dreams again, the witcher left the goddess' sanctuary.

Actually.

Whatever May Day the voice that sounded like the goddess Meliteli was referring to, it meant that the evil god's gaze would be resolved on May Day.

On May Day, there will be an unexpected bloody incident caused by a monster riot.

The old duke and the high priest were ready.

Not only did the number of guards arranged to maintain order during the carnival parade increase by nearly five times, but the number of exorcism ceremonies along the route also increased by two times...

After learning that Ailin knew a kind of sword oil that could target ghost creatures, the old duke purchased unlimited ghost oil at the price of fifty orens per bottle.

You should know the cost of this sword oil. A bottle is not even worth one oren.

Can be imagined.

How well prepared both forces were to face the possible threat of May Day.

In his spare time from refining medicine, this even made Ailin a little worried.

What if nothing happened on May Day? What kind of responsibility would Ianna bear if she believed his words and took all the responsibility?

The Elland nobles, who have been forced to share a large amount of additional expenses and manpower, probably cannot be convinced by the simple statement "all crises have been prevented in advance".

But now, even if the voice appeared in his dream again and denied the crisis of May Day, these preparations could not be withdrawn.

So he could only prepare for the arrival of this day, not knowing whether to expect something to go wrong on May Day or to hope that everything would be fine.

Therefore, in order to facilitate the refining of medicine, Ailin moved into one of the guest rooms in Vera's residence.

And for this limited-time bounty of fifty orens for a bottle of ghost oil.

For so many days, Ailin devoted himself to it almost completely and forgot about time.

after all.

Such an easy way to make money is not easy to find, and after returning to Kaer Morhen, he may not have any income for a long time.

Although the Demon Hunting Corps can ask the school for funds, it is definitely not as convenient as using one's own money at certain times.

Moreover.

The more soldiers under the old duke are equipped with ghost oil.

Once an accident happens on May Day, the casualties will definitely be much less.

to be frank.

He still had a very good impression of the city of Ireland.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Crack~"

A snap of the fingers.

The door was opened.

"Master Ailin... Lady Vera..."

Several knights in leather armor came in carrying a large box. After greeting the two people in the room, they began to quietly and carefully put the ghost oil on the ground into the box.

The leading knight, who was wearing a full set of armor, counted the sword oils, then walked up to Ailin and handed him a leather receipt.

Demon hunters are familiar with this.

This is a deposit certificate from Vivaldi Bank.

After taking the deposit slip and unfolding it, he saw fifty thousand orens written on it in complicated ancient language.

In the lower right corner, the Duke of Mason signed his name in standard aristocratic cursive, and below his name was a gold-powder wax seal with an iris emblem.

"Sir Arthur, what is this?" The witcher was stunned.

"The deposit slip from Vivaldi Bank." Arthur, the captain of the old duke's guard, said, "This is the remuneration agreed upon by the duke..."

Fifty thousand orens is one thousand bottles of ghost oil...

In the past few days, he refined more than 200 bottles at most, so Mary refined 700 bottles?
Ailin found it a little outrageous.

Although she started refining a few days earlier than himself, given her alchemy level, she could only produce 20 or 30 more bottles than himself at most.

Arthur seemed to see his doubt from his expression and said:
"You have 334 portions of ghost oil here. I haven't picked up today's portion from Ms. Margarita yet, but the current amount is 472 portions..."

It was still a lot more than he expected.

But the key issue now is not this, but why the old duke wants to give an extra seven or eight thousand orens.

then.

Ailin held the smooth leather deposit slip in his hand and looked at Arthur.

Arthur waved his hand, signaling his men who had already loaded the sword oil to leave first, and said:

"His Excellency the Duke hopes that you and Master Vesemir will stay in Elland tonight and participate in the May Festival carnival."

understood.

This is another commission.

The old duke was quite generous. He charged the commission of three to four thousand orens to each of the two witcher masters.

This is considered a top-level demon hunting commission.

And it was given in advance.

I don’t know what Ianna said to the old Duke at the beginning. Even after so much preparation, he is still so cautious.

But Aelin had no intention of leaving. Even without the bounty, he would have participated in the May Day carnival.

As for Vesemir...

Ailin thought about it and shook his head in his heart.

Vesemir would surely attend as well.

therefore.

Ailin put away the deposit slip naturally and said, "Thank Duke Mason for us."

Arthur nodded slightly, bowed, and walked out the door.

They should be preparing to go to Mary's alchemy room.

"Come to think of it..." Ailin thought, "Since I moved here, I've been concentrating on making medicine, and I haven't seen Mary much..."

Thinking that the number of Mary Ghost Oil refined was more than a hundred more than he expected.

He greeted Ms. Vera and followed.

……

The place where Ailin made medicine was actually the guest room that Vera arranged for him, and the alchemical instruments he used were the portable crucibles he had always used.

But the alchemy room where Mary made medicine was small and had only one set of tools.

However, in order to facilitate ventilation, it was placed at the other end of the corridor not close to the living area.

This is another reason why the witcher has not seen Mary much in all the days he has been here.

So because of the long distance, the knight who was one step ahead was caught up by Ailin when he walked to the alchemy room because he was carrying a large box.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the wooden door.

"Ms. Margarita, we are the Duke Mason's knights, and we are here to get the potion." Arthur said loudly.

Soon.

From inside the door came the sound of a wooden chair rubbing against the ground.

After a long time, the wooden door finally opened with a creaky sound.

The knights bowed and entered one after another.

Ailin and Vera, who had come along at some point, followed behind.

"Erin! Why are you here?" The demon hunter heard a cry of surprise before he even approached the alchemy room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud crash.

"Boom!"

Ailin looked in the direction of the voice.

A little ball wrapped tightly in black cloth was sitting on the ground next to the alchemy table, with two black little hands stretched out.

A small hand covered its forehead, as if it had bumped into the side corner of the alchemy table in a panic.

The other little hand was covering the face that was already covered by the black cloth, but I don't know what it was doing.

"Yennefer? Weren't you sent back to Kaer Morhen with Royce?"

Just say it.

Ailin subconsciously looked at Vera.

The sorceress leaned against the wall with her arms folded: "Royce was sent back..."

So it really is Yennefer!
"Erin... Duke Mason's knight is still here..." Mary gently helped the little monster up and reminded him carefully.

The witcher then fell silent and watched the knights place bottles of blue ghost oil neatly into a velvet-covered box.

At this time.

Ailin suddenly noticed that the alchemy room was not small.

It wasn't as good as the one in Kaer Morhen, but it was far more than cramped.

In addition to the ghost oil on the ground, there was also a crucible exactly the same as the portable crucible he used next to the alchemy table.

In a basket next to the crucible, there were small white flowers with shriveled petals.

There was also a large can of white grease that had been mostly scraped off.

It was processed flea mites and bear fat.

The crucible on the alchemy table was still reflecting a blue oily glow, and it was obvious that a pot of ghost oil had just been refined there.

So the witcher looked at the little monster sitting motionless in Mary's arms, as if pretending to be dead.

A somewhat outrageous possibility came to my mind.

But ghost oil still requires the participation of magic power, although it is very little.

But the little monster has just started to learn the ancient language and basic spellcasting gestures...

Is the possibility he has in mind actually possible?

The old duke's guards seemed to notice the strange atmosphere in the room and placed the ghost oil much faster than they did at Aylin's place.

After a while, under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, he closed the box.

follow closely.

Arthur nodded to Vera and Arlin, then hesitated for a second, nodded slightly in the direction of the little monster, and hurried away with the old duke's guards.

"Bang~"

He even politely closed the door gently.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Vera still leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her chest, but she had a smile on her face and looked very interested.

But for some reason, it reminded Ailin of Ianna, who had a bad taste.

Mary held the little monster in her arms with her head down, looking pitiful.

This made the demon hunter not know where to start for a moment.

He glanced at the portable crucible and ghost oil materials next to the alchemy table, thought about it, and was about to speak.

"I'm sorry, I begged Sister Mary to let me stay without telling you..." The little monster's hoarse voice sounded.

Although because she was wrapped in black cloth, Ailin couldn't see the expression on her face.

But just by listening to the voice, you can hear the timidity and fear.

"Am I so terrible?" the witcher couldn't help but ask himself.

Then he cleared his throat and looked at Mary:
"Is this why, as soon as I arrived, you said that the alchemy room was too small to accommodate two people refining medicine at the same time, and then you stopped me and actively moved the materials for the ghost oil to my room?"

Mary looked up and smiled foolishly at Ailin twice, but didn't say anything.

Ailin shook his head helplessly, looked at the small crucible on the ground, and asked in a gentle voice:

"Can Yennefer also refine ghost oil?"

"That's right!" It was not the little monster who answered, but the interested Mary, "Erin, you don't know how talented Yennefer is in alchemy and magic..."

I know……

Ailin thought to himself as he watched Mary boast about the little monster's talent with a flushed face.

He was able to survive the Battle of Mount Sodden, where 22 warlocks from the Northern Kingdom alone participated and at least 14 died. Later, he became a member of the Coven of Sorceresses that stirred up the world...

Naturally, he has a strong magical talent.

As for alchemy...

It is not specifically mentioned in the original novel or the game, but even the wealthy dwarf bankers are willing to serve Yennefer, and the Giancardi family has even received funding from her.

It is conceivable that his alchemical skills must be quite good.

Ailin just didn't expect that these two talents could be fulfilled so early in reality.

to be frank.

He had never thought that the investment in adopting Yennefer could be realized, at least not in such a short time...

"...and, do you know why Yennefer wants to refine ghost oil?" Mary suddenly asked after praising him for a long time.

Ailin was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"To help you, of course!"

help me?

She's been avoiding me!
The demon hunter walked to Yennefer suspiciously, squatted down, looked into the violet eyes covered by the black cloth, and asked:

"Really, Yennefer?"

Seeing Ailin approaching, the little monster lowered his head as if a little uncomfortable and shrank into Mary's arms.

The demon hunter looked up at Mary helplessly, and said with his eyes, "Are you really doing this to help me?"

At this time.

"Don't you blame me for being disobedient?" the little monster suddenly asked.

The witcher lowered his head following the sound.

He looked at the little monster, and seemed to be able to see through the black cloth that isolated the space and meet the eyes of the little monster on the other side.

Ailin thought about it and shook his head:
"Of course not, you didn't do anything wrong, why should I blame you?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Then...did Yennefer help Arryn?" The little monster raised his head slightly cautiously.

"Of course!" The witcher smiled softly and nodded.

The extra one hundred or so Ghost Oils helped him earn at least five thousand Orens in terms of money alone, not to mention the friendship of the old Duke and the subsequent effects...

but.

Whether it is the ghost oil refined by Yennefer or by Mary.

After the May Festival is over and everything has settled down, Arryn will definitely give them their share of the money and Vesemir's commission.

Thinking of this, the witcher's sharp eyes suddenly noticed a slightly raised area on the black cloth.

"Does it hurt?" he asked casually.

But I didn't expect that this ordinary concern would be like stirring up a hornet's nest.

The little monster was stunned for a few seconds.

“Pah-ta-ta~Pah-ta-ta~”

Crystal clear, warm water droplets flowed through the gaps in the black cloth and continuously fell onto the ground.

Soon a large area of ​​the ground was wet.

This made the demon hunter feel somewhat at a loss for words, not knowing what he had just said wrong.

Just as he looked at Mary helplessly, the little monster suddenly sobbed with a heavy cry:
"It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt..."

"Yennefer doesn't feel any pain at all..."

(End of this chapter)