Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 497: Lisa is trying to steal someone's boyfriend!

Hearing the knock on the door, Ailin instinctively looked around.

The golden light of the setting sun penetrates the window lattices and shines on the various flowers and plants in the house.

The whole wooden house no longer looks like its original simple appearance.

But to be honest, although everything is "beyond recognition", this room filled with beautiful flowers and plants does not feel messy.

On the contrary, the combination of bright red, emerald green, azure blue, light purple... various colors following a certain pattern particularly highlights a certain charm.

It looks good, but it's not normal.

Ailin got out of bed and stepped on the soft carpet woven with tender grass. Wherever his eyes swept, all the plants conveyed a feeling of attachment.

The emotion was particularly strong.

The green vine that he had driven into the mud stretched out a thin branch and tilted the tip like a human, as if testing something.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Ailin was silent for a moment, sighed, and ultimately did not deal with the abnormality in the room.

After all, this has happened more than once or twice. Both the witchers and the priests of the Temple of Meliteli should have gotten used to his "uniqueness".

There is no need to erase the natural flower shop that is so wonderful in front of you just to hide it, as was done in the past.

To be honest, it is not clear how this is constructed and whether it is affected by his instincts.

But he still likes this arrangement very much.

Besides, the Temple of Meliteli is about to anoint him as the Son of God, so some special features of his are not a big deal.

"Squeak~"

The door opened.

It was Lisa outside the door, but for some reason she looked very nervous, her big eyes avoiding him and not daring to look at him.

“What is it, Lysa?” Arryn asked.

"Erin, Zeus is awake..." Lysa was silent for a long time before she spoke.

However, the content of the notification does not match its expression.

It was certainly worth being happy that Hughes had woken up, but it didn't seem like anything to be surprised about.

"Uh..." Ailin looked at the little priest's unhealthy flushed face and hesitated for a second, "Xius is awake... That's good, but are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...it's okay..."

The little priest, who was being watched worriedly by those deep blue eyes, lowered his head nervously, then raised it again, and then lowered it again, at a loss.

[Ryza, it doesn't matter who comes first, what matters is who can make it to the end. ]

[Since you have competitors, you should take the initiative! ]

[Do you want to be replaced? ]

Sister Gisela's words echoed in Lisa's ears again.

Of course not... She bit her lip, twisted her fingers around the white priest robe, raised her head suddenly, and took a deep breath:

"Alin, I..."

The rich, compound floral scent hit her in the face, interrupting her.

The scent of flowers... Lisa shrugged her delicate nose and her tone paused.

A scent I've never smelled before, not orange scent, not Margarita Laux Antilles, but not Madame Vera either...

Why does Ailin's room smell like flowers?
Have I been late, missed it, and been replaced?
But didn’t they just come back?
……

At this moment, my thoughts are running wild.

"Are you really okay?" Ailin took a small step closer with concern and looked at her face carefully.

Lysa's rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale. She did not answer, but bit her lip, her eyes passed over Arryn, and looked into the house.

Ailin noticed that something was wrong with Lysa's mood, thought about it, and moved away.

The door is wide open.

The rich fragrance is more intense.

"Ok?"

With just this one glance, Lisa was stunned.

She was relieved that there was no woman in the room, but except for the bed, the walls, the floor, the roof, the tables, the chairs... everywhere was covered with flowers.

She blinked and rubbed her eyes, looked at Ailin, and then looked inside the house.

"Alin...your room?!"

"Yes, my room has had some... um..." Arlin paused, "changes."

Variety?

Lysa stared blankly at the room, which was filled with even more life than the temple gardens.

And if she was not mistaken, many flowers did not seem to be grown in this season...

Is this just a slight change?
"I have some insights into my practice," Ailin scratched his head, "I'm sorry for messing up the room in the temple..."

After all, this room was a temporary guest room provided by the temple for them to stay in. He would be returning to Kaer Morhen tomorrow, so he would probably have to clean up these lushly growing plants today.

"It's okay, it's okay," Lisa waved her hands and glanced at the inner room again. "It's very beautifully decorated. I never thought a room could be decorated like this."

"It's not that I arranged this. These are just the side effects of my practice," Ailin explained. "I will clean this place up before I leave the temple."

“No, no, Aunt Ianna and Lady Nenneke will definitely like this too…” Lysa’s tone suddenly paused, and her bright eyes suddenly looked at Arryn. “Wait, you said you were leaving the temple?”

Ailin nodded: "We'll leave tomorrow. We need to go back to the school."

"I really... I really have to go back," Lisa was stunned for a moment, then thought of the injured person still in the hospital bed, and said quickly, "But... But the injuries of Hughes and the other two people can't withstand a long journey. Can't we wait a few months until their injuries are healed before leaving?"

"There is also the old duke's commission, and those corpse-eating creatures..."

"The large group of corpse-eating creatures have been almost cleared out," Ailin shook his head. "The Duke's Demon Hunting Army will deal with the rest. With the training in recent weeks and the addition of corpse-eating creature oil, it won't be a big problem."

"As for Hughes and Big Iron Shield..."

"I have already made an agreement with Sister Ianna that Zeus will recuperate in the temple and leave only after his injuries are healed."

"Big Iron Shield and Fury will also stay in Elland. I will ask Sister Ianna and the old Duke to help them find a living."

"Too much has happened recently. Vesemir and I need to go back and report to Chief Soi."

"Is that so..." Lisa's tone was a little disappointed. "Then when will you come to Elland again?"

Arryn did not answer immediately. He looked at Lysa quietly, and she tried to cover up her panic.
"My... I mean, after Zeus recovers from his injury, he certainly can't leave Temeria by himself, pass through the war-torn Aedirn and Kaedwen, and return to Kaer Morhen, so..."

Ailin was silent for a long time before answering the question: "Lysa, I am a demon hunter. I make a living by hunting monsters."

"Demon hunters are always on the road, always fighting, and never stay in the same place unless they die..."

“Stop it, Arryn!” Lysa’s voice suddenly rose, her eyes pleading.

"You are the hero of Elland, the Blue Death, the God Slayer. You are always victorious, always stronger and more powerful than the moment before. How could you die?"

"Lysa..." Ailin was stunned. He saw the little priestess's usually gentle and bright face, but now she looked stubborn and obstinate in a familiar way.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen this face.

It was in Viscount Hudson's abandoned castle, the cabin in the woods that Francesca was teleported to when she escaped.

At that time, the little priest was still a man who was determined to kill the "big eater" Haxo, and even risked his life to secretly find the vengeful girl who hoped to become a female witcher.

Not long ago.

The gentle and kind priestess before him, who was highly praised by the Temple of Elland and Meliteli, had been completely integrated into the temple, causing him to subconsciously forget her background and the fact that she had witnessed her parents die in front of her. It was as if she had grown up in the temple since she was a child.

"Don't talk about death lightly, Arryn." Lysa leaned against the door frame and lowered her head slightly. "Once you die, you can no longer roll your favorite tobacco, compose poems, or brag to your knights about the future..."

"There is no way to listen to the master playing the Solt, plant roses, water the lavender, dress up for the ball, write letters to relatives and friends..."

"When a person dies, there's nothing left, Aelin."

"nothing left."

"Lai..." Ailin was about to touch her hair and say something to comfort her.

Suddenly, he felt a soft and warm touch in his arms, as if a floating pure white cloud was pounceing towards him.

Her brown hair was tied up, scented with daisies.

Her delicate cheeks were hot and burning, pressed against his left neck, as if to melt him.

But her arms around him were soft and cold, and still trembling.

"Don't die, Ailin, never die..." A low whisper came from the chest.

But how can anyone be immortal?
Will the child of miracle definitely survive and win in the end?

Mountain trials, abandoned mines, cat school attacks, fighting competitions, May Day, Pasolong Forest, white frost in spirals, the advent of the evil god...

How many times had the Grim Reaper's scythe been only a hair's width away from his neck?

"Alin..." The call seemed to come from his own heartbeat.

"Yes," he sighed softly, stroked Lisa's hair, and whispered, "I will not die, never..."

The light cloud in my arms trembled, and the fragrance of daisies became stronger.

"Alin, I..."

"Squeak~"

In the corridor, the sudden groaning sound of the wooden door interrupted Lisa, and she was so scared that she took a step back and almost tripped over the threshold and fell.

"Captain... Priest Lai... Priest Laisha?" Clay walked out rubbing his eyes and blinked.

He looked at the girl who was not far from Ailin, with her head down and her face flushed, with a strange expression on her face.

"Lysa is here to inform us that Zeus has woken up." Ailin glanced at the little priest and came to her rescue.

"Squeak~" Another wooden door in the corridor was opened.

"Zeus is awake?!" Master Dante walked out of the door, the fatigue in his eyes not diminished at all.

He seemed to have made no use of the afternoon to rest, just like Ayling.

Arryn looked at Lysa.

Sniffing the faint smell of blood in front of her, Lisa sighed quietly, collected her emotions, and nodded: "He's awake. Hughes is recovering well. Ms. Gisela said he can try to get out of bed in a week."

"However, due to internal bleeding and damage to internal organs, he cannot fight vigorously for the time being. He needs at least a month to recuperate."

"That's good." Dante breathed a sigh of relief.

Next.

Young witchers from the Wolf School were called out one after another.

Vesemir also walked out of the adjacent room and looked at Arryn and Lysa with a mocking look.

Lysa might not know, but how could Arryn not know? What Lysa said just now was heard by Vesemir, the dishonest witcher master who was eavesdropping.

After all, the current Vesemir is no longer the same as an ordinary witcher master like Dante.

Not to mention living near him, even if she was arranged at the end of the corridor, her perception of eighty-four was enough to hear everything the two of them were doing clearly.

"Clay, you come out at a bad time..." Vesemir patted Clay's shoulder gently.

Hearing this, Clay scratched his head, looked at Arryn, and then looked at Lysa who was carefully telling Dante about Zeus's condition, thinking that his arrival was not "bad time" but "right time".

If the captain was forced to leave his house when Miss Mary was not around, how would they face Miss Mary when they returned?

And at this time.

Not wanting to waste any more words, Ailin closed the door of his room unnoticeably, blocking out the magical and vibrant scene inside.

Only Vesemir and Lysa noticed it and looked at it a little longer, but no one else noticed.

At most, I feel that the smell in the corridor is much fresher than before.

It seems that although the absorption of the Deer-Head Spirit's elements has caused significant changes in the room, the fluctuations in magic power are not that big... Ailin thought.

Is this because of the essential differences between the different elements?
Just as nature is compared to fire and killing, the movement of nature should be smaller.

Or is it because there are also different levels and ranks among the elements?
And the rank of “@#￥%&’s elements” is far above “the elements of the Deer-Headed Spirit”?
At this time.

The last witcher, Fred, frowned slightly and walked out of the room.

After Vesemir explained a few things to him, he said, "Okay, everyone is here. Let's go see Hughes first, and then go to the cafeteria for dinner."

Everyone responded and followed Lisa out.

"It's a pity that Hughes didn't get to see Evans' execution."

“You didn’t see it either…”

"But I wasn't an eyewitness. But it's really a pity. When I think of those people who plotted and framed me, I wish I could kill them all with my own hands..."

"It's okay, there are others..."

……

Several young witchers started chattering and arguing again, arguing about what happened to Hughes, Bunter and Fred.

Fred himself responded occasionally, somewhat absentmindedly.

After coming back, he always felt that there seemed to be something indescribable strange about him, but after a whole afternoon, he couldn't find it.

He was now hesitating, whether he should go to Master Dante and Master Vesemir to ask?
Just then.

He followed everyone and approached Ailin's room at the door.

"Ok?"

Fred suddenly stopped, his heart moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at the closed door.

"what happened?"

Ailin's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

(End of this chapter)