Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 420 The Suspected Demon Hunter

By the time Arryn and Vesemir stepped off the back of the great gryphon, the battle was well and truly over.

The tired soldiers sat in groups of three or four at the entrance of the valley, daydreaming and chatting about the future.

This is not in line with the management regulations of the wartime army, because once attacked by someone with ulterior motives, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses due to being caught off guard.

But there was no military judge to take care of it because the officers, including the military judge, were also very tired.

Facing human armies is different from facing monsters. The bloody and terrifying appearance makes the soldiers suffer great mental pressure even with the protection of divine magic.

of course.

more importantly……

The corpse-eating creatures that have lost the control of the evil god and the monster's nest are obviously not the intentional people in the above context. After fleeing in all directions, they will not make a counterattack like the human army.

But even so tired.

When they saw the giant griffin descending from the sky, they still gave loud cheers out of respect.

"The Godslayer!"

……

"I also participate in expelling the evil god..." Vesemir muttered on the griffin as he listened to the uniform shouts.

"That's true." Ailin agreed with this.

If it weren't for Vesemir and the great griffin helping him hold back the corpse-eating creatures in the valley, there would have been twists and turns in expelling the evil god.

"But then again," he changed the subject, "Famous witchers seem to have some titles. Vesemir, why don't I seem to have heard of your title?"

It's really strange.

In the original novel, Geralt is called "White Wolf" and "Butcher of Blaviken". In reality, the witcher masters of the Wolf School have no intention of spreading their famous names in Kaer Morhen.

But as far as he knew.

Grandmaster Soi has the title "Dragon Slayer", and the deputy leader of the Demon Hunting Corps, Arestor, also has the title "Raging Lion". Moreover, Arestor and Soi both have more than one title...

A title is often a summary of characteristics and achievements, and a label that distinguishes one person from others.

After all, the surname habits of people in the northern continent are difficult to remember, and human names are repeated a lot.

As a master demon hunter who is hundreds of years old, in a northern continent where ordinary mercenaries would have a name, he didn't even have a resounding title...

Is this...reasonable?

Facing Arryn's probing gaze, Vesemir blinked his dark golden cat eyes:

"never mind……"

"Unlike you young witchers, I am past the age of being in the limelight."

Then he lowered his head, pointed at the valley, and changed the subject abruptly:

"Alin, look, the sorceress's magic is amazing. It would be great if we witchers could also use this kind of magic..."

Do you know that this sentence of yours sounds like a good reading?

Ailin complained in his heart, squinting at Vesemir's dodgy dark golden cat eyes, and became more and more curious.

What is this mysterious title...

"I have to find a chance to ask someone," he thought, "Aristo and Ms. Vera should know..."

Then he looked in the direction Vesemir was pointing.

The soldiers were resting and the priests were busy treating the wounded.

After several battles, the sorceress, who still maintained her exquisite appearance, was harvesting the body parts of corpse-eating creatures in the valley.

This is a huge fortune.

Not to mention the giant ghoul, the carrion demon and the spike demon, the materials that can be harvested from the former are not precious, and due to the self-destruction of the latter two, it is difficult to leave any materials behind.

However, due to its timid and cunning nature, giant ghouls are difficult to capture and kill, so they are quite rare.

The brains, hearts, bones, and even flesh and blood of corpse-eating creatures are rare and intelligent. They are the main ingredients of many potions because of their paradoxical "wisdom of the dead" in the alchemical sense. Especially some potions with "calming" and "intelligence-enhancing" effects that are useful to warlocks are extremely precious.

Vesemir was envious because the sorceresses did not take action.

The giant ghoul's flesh and blood seemed to have intelligence, and its hideous corpse was automatically separated into various materials on the ground, including blood, flesh, bone marrow, and internal organs.

Then the sorceress waved her wand, chanted a few spells, and the materials disappeared into the valley.

Elegant and efficient.

Unlike a demon hunter, no matter how skilled he is at cutting up materials, he can't avoid getting covered in blood.

"It's truly magical."

Ailin responded casually, squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings before letting the griffin land.

Ianna, Tissaia, and Arthur stood at the ruins of the elven tower, staring intently at the deep pit filled with ruins.

"What are you doing?" Ailin came over and asked curiously.

"I'm back..." Ianna was the first to turn around and smiled kindly.

"Yes," Ailin nodded. "Several monster nests have been destroyed. However, after the monster nests were destroyed, many corpse-eating creatures escaped..."

"It's okay," Ianna waved her hand, "Just do it one by one. We have driven away the evil god, so how can we be troubled by these corpse-eating creatures?"

"But those corpse-eating creatures..."

She tilted her head to look at Arthur, and then said, "Maybe we still need your Wolf School to help deal with it."

"Lord Mason had already said this before he came," Arthur continued. He looked at Arryn and Vesemir seriously and said, "Sir Arryn, Master Vesemir, please rest assured that Elrand will pay enough."

"The previous contract has not been completed yet," Vesemir shook his head. "Those corpse-eating creatures should be paid according to the previously agreed-upon reward. What do you say, Arryn?"

"It should."

Naturally, Ailin would have no objection. After all, due to Ianna's favoritism, the reward for each ghoul, carrion demon and giant ghoul in the last commission to eliminate ghouls was already far higher than the normal level.

"On behalf of Lord Mason, I would like to thank you for your help." Arthur showed a grateful look.

Ianna also looked at Ailin with satisfaction and laughed: "Don't worry, Mason has plenty of money, and he has a rare quality among nobles - generosity."

Commonly known as the sucker?
Ailin thought about Ianna's deception when he first came to the temple a week ago, and complained in his heart.

"As for your question..."

Ianna tilted her head to look at the deep pit in front of her that was blasted by Aelin.

In the deep pit, several sorceresses who had not processed the materials were waving their staffs and chanting something, but nothing happened.

"We want to trace the origins of the summoning ritual." Tissaia de Vris folded her arms across her chest.

Ever since Ailin came to the ruins and talked to Ianna, she had been staring at him with a strange look.

It's like... it's like...

Ailin thought about it, and it seemed to be just like when he saw his mentor discover some very promising research material in his previous life.

Research material...me?
Under Tissaia de Vries's gaze, which seemed to be getting hotter and hotter and as crazy as Frankenstein, Ailin couldn't help but shiver.

"Tisaya!" Ianna frowned and snorted.

"Sorry, sorry..." Tishaya de Vries smiled gently and apologized, "It's a professional illness..."

Occupational disease?
Aelin felt even worse.

"Dean..." The sorceress in the deep pit came out, her beautiful eyes stayed on Aylin for a few seconds, and then she reported to Tissaia hesitantly, "Nothing..."

Hearing this, Tishaya shifted her gaze and frowned: "No trace at all?"

trace?

Ailin turned his head to look at the bloody ruins in the deep pit and raised an eyebrow.

"We have all tried it," the sorceress looked at the other sorceresses who had come up, "It is very clean. Not only is it completely impossible to restore it, but if I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes and felt the evil pressure of the evil god, I would have thought that nothing had happened here and that it was just a place where corpse-eating creatures dumped corpses."

She paused, then continued, "We are not very good at magic, but the dean should be able to find more..."

Tissaia shook her head: "The principle of Herbert Stanmoreford's restoration and repair technique is there. The most I can do is surpass you in the scale of casting because of my magic power and mental strength."

"But something without a trace cannot appear out of thin air just because the person who released it has changed."

"What do you mean?" Ianna frowned.

The sorceress explained: "According to the inference from the spell, not only has the evil god never descended here, the demon summoning ritual has never existed, and even the tower from the Elf Empire has never stood in this valley..."

"Otherwise, at this moment you can at least see a broken tower restored to its original state, and perhaps the fragments of flesh from the summoning ritual are still standing on it."

"This...how is this possible?" Arthur looked at the deep pit in disbelief.

Even without mentioning the evil god, the huge mass of flesh and blood mixed with pale bones in the deep pit was exposed nakedly to the air.

Occasionally, elven-style carvings can be clearly seen on the rubble of fallen elven towers.

If neither of these exists, then what is he seeing now?
Hallucination or dream?

Arthur couldn't help the chill that ran down his spine.

The sorceress who was questioned frowned, dissatisfied with Arthur's doubts about her professional ability: "It is difficult for me to explain to you, an ordinary person, the great spell created by Herbert Stanmoreford, the founder of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, to repair ancient monuments."

"But on a magical level, this is just a pile of rubble and the remains of corpse-eating creatures... No... It can't even be called a ruin..."

"Could it be because of that evil god?" Vesemir asked, glancing at the silent Arryn without leaving a trace.

"It's possible..." The sorceress nodded, but then she thought of something and said in a puzzled tone, "But Herbert Stanmoreford's restoration technique once repaired a city destroyed by the evil god, and..."

"It seems that... this situation has never occurred in the magic usage records..."

Her tone was firm, but at the end she still looked at Tissaia.

"It does not appear in the magic usage records of 'Herbert Stanmoreford's Restoration'." Tissaia acknowledged her memory.

Then he fell silent, lowered his head, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A moment later, when the sorceress had finished sorting out the materials for the giant ghoul, someone suddenly broke the silence.

"Do you have the materials you want?" Ianna asked with a smile.

After Ailin turned his gaze away from the pile of giant ghoul materials, he paused for a moment, then nodded without hesitation:

"I have a recipe that requires some materials from giant ghouls. Can Ms. Tissaia sell me some?"

The Giant Ghoul Decoction manipulates adrenaline to greatly increase strength, agility, and reflexes, and has become his most commonly used potion.

Other ingredients for the Giant Ghoul decoction, such as buckthorn and dwarven liquor, are easy to find.

Even the weak red mutagens are provided by the swamp witch mutagens and the great griffin mutagens. It's not much, but at least there is a source.

The only thing that really depends on luck is the giant zombie bone marrow. If you can't find it, you won't get it.

However, he also knew that during the previous meeting, the Temple, Elland and Aretusa had already made three agreements. As a foreign aid that came from afar and was free of charge, Aretusa had the right to use and control all the monster materials in the war, although...

He was the one who drove out the evil god.

But Ailin was not short of money after all, and he had a commission relationship with Elland but not with Aretuza. In order to avoid trouble and wrangling, it would be better to buy some directly.

Presumably, the female sorcerers, as "comrades-in-arms", would not refuse.

"Recipe?" Tissaia became interested. "Is it from the sword oil series?"

"No, it's another kind of potion." Seeing Arthur's burning eyes, Arlin added, "It's extremely poisonous. Only demon hunters can drink it."

Only the demon hunter can drink it, so it must be the formula he came up with...

Tisaya looked at Alin in surprise. She had always thought that Vera's apprentice could only refine sword oil, a magical but crude product.

"Potion? Already have a finished product?" she asked.

Ailin nodded. Since only demon hunters could use the decoction, he simply explained the functions of the giant ghoul decoction.

Manipulating adrenaline... amazing ideas...

Also because it is only for use by demon hunters, Tissaia is sure that this decoction was not thought up by Vera, the trouble-averse sorceress.

after all.

She has been emotionally entangled with the witcher Soi for hundreds of years, but she has never created a similar formula for her lover. Could she create one specifically for a witcher alchemy apprentice?

"You're great!" Tissaia nodded to him in admiration. "Vera has found a good apprentice... What materials do you want?"

"Giant ghoul bone marrow."

Tissaia glanced at the sorceress who was finishing up, and nodded: "When I get back, I will have someone send all the giant ghoul bones to me."

Send them all here... Ailin roughly calculated the number of giant ghoul corpses he had just seen, as well as the horrifying unit price of giant ghoul bone marrow, and was stunned for a moment.

Does he have enough money?
He actually only wanted to buy some, but the demon hunter's demand for giant ghoul decoction made it difficult for him to say "just a few dozen kilograms will be enough".

"How many orens?" He swallowed.

Tissaia smiled: "We in Aretuza are neither so shameless nor so poor."

"In fact, if you want, I should give you all the materials of these giant ghouls. After all, it was you who drove out the evil god."

"but……"

“Although Aretuza doesn’t care about this little bit of material, it’s also for the sake of the ancient covenant, but we can’t come here in vain…”

Ailin heaved a sigh of relief.

"Of course," Tissaia continued, "if you can answer a question for me, that would be even better as a reward."

"what is the problem?"

The witcher's body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again under the sorceress's seemingly casual gaze.

"Tell me, Aelin," Tissaia's eyes seemed to glow with a faint fluorescence.

"You think the complete disappearance of traces is due to the evil god..."

"Or because of you?"