Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 504: Bold Ryza! Cold and Hot Flames!

The night was pitch black.

Judging from the height of the moon, it is now midnight, and it is time to go to bed whether in the city or in the countryside.

Outside the wooden window, a figure holding a lantern was walking towards them from afar.

Lysa wasn't here for business, Arryn soon realized.

Because her footsteps were very light, as if she was afraid of waking up the demon hunter with keen perception, her pace was also very slow, and there was a hint of hesitation between her steps.

"what happened?"

The sorceress with a frown on her face followed Ailin's gaze and looked out the window, but because of the angle, she could only see the swaying shadows of the trees.

Lysa was still far away, and Philippa Eilhart's perception was not as sharp as Arryn's.

Ailin was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at Philippa Ehrhardt: "I seem to have a new guest, so Ms. Ehrhardt, you..."

"New guests? At this time?"

Philippa Ehart became interested and walked gracefully to the window. She took a look, but could only see the dim light of the flame magnified in the darkness.

She glanced back at Aelin in surprise.

Can this demon hunter capture movements from such a distance?

"I will stay," Philippa Eilhart thought for a moment and said, "If there really is an uninvited guest, I can help you. You can only identify them by their eyes, but I have indeed received special training in disguise identification from the Warlock Brotherhood."

"Uh...thank you." Ailin smiled helplessly, "But I know the person who came. He is not an assassin from Drakenberg or other places, so there is no need to go to so much trouble."

"Ms. Ehrhart can go back now and get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow to head to Kaer Morhen."

"But I didn't plan to go back tonight," Philippa Ehrhart blinked. "I asked the housekeeper to clean up the room where the dean was staying in the castle before I came."

"Why? The identity of the person coming is very special. Do I need to avoid him?"

Upon hearing this, Ailin stared at the sorceress in front of him in silence for a long time.

The sorceress curled her lips slightly and spoke with a smile, making it difficult to tell whether she was telling the truth or a lie.

"I only have one bed here, I'm afraid it's not very good..."

"Om~"

The wolf emblem hummed softly.

A purple magical glow flashed, and the clothes disappeared, turning back into the gray-brown feathered owl.

"Pullingleng~"

The owl flapped its wings and flew to the oak table.

Philippa Ehrhart's attitude was so obvious that it needed no further expression.

"Do you still need me to leave?"

The owl looked up and stared at him, and then Philippa Eilhart's voice appeared in Ailin's mind.

Ailin thought about it and took a deep breath: "No need, Ms. Ehrhardt, just hide it and don't let anyone see it."

Even if you drive her away, Philippa Ehrhart will probably still be watching from the corner.

Judging from Philippa Ehart's current performance, this is something that is absolutely bound to happen. It is better to be open about it. After all, there is nothing shameful.

There was a look of satisfaction in the owl's eyes.

"Don't worry! I will protect you well!"

She left a sentence in Ailin's mind, flapped her wings, and flew to the rafters.

After grabbing the beam with its two little claws, the owl blinked at him with its big eyes as bright as topaz in the darkness.

Ailin shook his head speechlessly.

Philippa Eilhart's protection was, of course, a joke.

Not to mention Lisa's footsteps, he was so familiar with them that it was impossible for anyone to fake it.

Even if there really was a warlock who risked being discovered by the temple and found out in a short period of time that the person who was most familiar with him in the temple was Lysa, and even simulated Lysa's body shape and steps in a very short time, it would be impossible for him, a master witcher, to be threatened in close combat.

Besides, any of the above possibilities are ridiculously low.

The one who came was Lisa.

"What are you doing here at this time, Lysa?"

Ailin thought about it, his right hand on the windowsill, and was about to roll over the windowsill.

Just at this moment.

Lisa's footsteps suddenly stopped and she stopped in the yard in front of the wooden house.

In the darkness, Ailin could see Lisa clearly with the light of the lantern. Therefore, he paused and withdrew his hand that was on the windowsill.

Lisa was wearing a black silk shirt, which made her look a little thin, but her curvy figure was clearly visible in the dim firelight.

The crimson dress was tied with a bow, and faintly visible on her slender legs exposed to the air were the black stockings that had just been invented by the sorceress and had become popular among the ladies of the entire northern continent.

In the dim firelight, Lisa's face was carefully dressed up.

Bright red lips and cheeks that are white and rosy to a slightly abnormal degree.

From a distance, he didn't look like a simple priest of the Temple of Meliteli at all, but rather like a noble lady dancing at a ball.

Of course, as the Earl's legitimate daughter, Lisa is a noble lady in many ways.

But this is not a ball for nobles, but a guest room in the temple where it is late at night and everyone is sleeping.

Such an exaggerated dress is not what you should wear when you have something urgent to say or when you are saying goodbye normally.

Ailin was even a little confused.

He had never seen Lisa like this before. In his mind, Lisa always had only two appearances.

One is the vengeful girl with gnashing teeth and eyes full of hatred in the abandoned mine of Viscount Hudson, and the other is a kind, gentle, and considerate temple priest who wears the simple gray robe of the priest of the Temple of Meliteli.

After May Day, he still remembers vividly the figure of the man with a face covered in dust and blood, and who was tired as he bandaged and treated the wounded.

The little priest had never had such a stunning and beautiful appearance.

"How could she, a priestess of the Temple of Meliteli, find so many luxurious and gorgeous clothes?" Ailin couldn't understand.

"Tap~tap~tap~"

Lisa stayed there for a while, seemed to have made up her mind, stamped her feet, and walked straight to his window.

"What should I do?" Ailin was inexplicably flustered.

He instinctively glanced overhead and happened to meet the owl's tawny eyes.

The owl blinked its eyes, as if asking if she was needed to play.

"Shh-"

Ailin quickly shook his head and placed his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him to keep quiet and hide.

Then he looked around the room, gritted his teeth, took off his coat, shoes and socks, pulled back the quilt, and lay down on the bed.

To make it more realistic, he also simulated the young witcher's continuous snoring.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The owl on the beam looked at this scene and tilted its head in confusion.

This scene definitely did not show the arrival of a warlock disguised as a familiar person. After all, the leather armor tied with the sword belt was almost thrown to the other end of the room.

But since Ailin had deliberately instructed her, she naturally did not say anything. Instead, she listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and looked out the window from the beam.

Philippa Ehart had a feeling that what happened next might be very exciting.

……

She held the lamp and stopped at the window sill.

The dim light from the lantern could not illuminate the darkness within the window, but she knew she had arrived.

In fact, there was no need for a lantern to lead the way. She had seen this window countless times in the past, both in reality and in dreams, and could recognize it with her eyes closed.

But in the past, every time I came here, the plot would stagnate.

And then, in reality, what she had to do was something she never even dared to dream of.

"Go in?"

“Will it be rejected, or will it be accepted?”

"Once you take this step, there's no going back. Do you really want to do this?"

"But he will be leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when he will come back next time..."

"Kaer Morhen has Margarita, and next will be Philippa Eilhart..."

"If I miss this time, will there be another chance?"

The night was as silent as water, but a noisy and powerful tsunami was rising in Lisa's mind.

She was very confident about her looks and her current outfit. Silaya, Gisela, and Sherina all said that all witchers were promiscuous and no witcher would refuse a woman who came to them. Ailin was undoubtedly a witcher, so Ailin would not reject her...

The logic is clear and concise.

But Lysa also knew that although Arryn was a witcher, he was not an ordinary witcher.

Ailin was even different from any other man in the Northern Continent.

There was a faint snoring sound coming from the window. The sound was so familiar that Lisa pinched the hem of her skirt tightly, and her hands were covered with cold sweat due to nervousness.

[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? ]

Lady Gisela's voice echoed in her mind again, and Lysa bit her tongue.

The pain made her sober and re-solidified her determination.

She placed the lantern gently on the edge of the windowsill.

"Dang~"

The gentle impact sound was particularly clear in my ears.

The continuous snoring stopped at this moment, causing her to hold her breath instinctively. When the snoring resumed, she lifted her skirt and gently jumped into the room.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when she stepped into the room, the volume of her snoring seemed to suddenly become much louder.

By now, she should have realized something was wrong.

After all, even if a demon hunter is fast asleep, it is impossible for someone to get so close to him without waking him up.

But another thing caught her attention and made her frown slightly.

She smelled a natural fragrance that compounded the one she smelled during the day, a completely different floral scent, like roses and roses.

However, when I looked around with the faint light of the fire, I didn't see any blooming flowers, not even the ones that appeared during the day.

If it weren't for Arlin's familiar snoring, Lysa would even suspect that she had walked into the wrong room.

"I told you long ago that you can keep it..." She muttered softly.

By the evening, she had already thought about how to take care of the flowers and plants after he left.

Given the relationship between Ailin and the Temple of Meliteli, ordinary demon hunters would not be so polite to their friends...

"How can he be an ordinary demon hunter?" Lisa sighed in her heart.

She placed the lantern gently on the oak table and looked in the direction of the snoring.

Ailin was sleeping on his side, with his back to her.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Lysa felt something was wrong.

She took a few steps closer, but the frequency of her snoring remained unchanged.

At this moment, even the most dull-witted person would know that the witcher on the bed had woken up long ago, let alone Lisa, who had successfully passed the apprentice level and was promoted to a priest in just a few months.

After realizing this, she nervously grasped the hem of her skirt but did not make a sound.

It wasn't just Lisa who was nervous at this moment.

The owl on the beam carefully poked its big yellow-brown eyes out, full of excitement, and its sharp claws dug deeply into the wood.

Ailin concentrated on controlling his body, not letting his violently beating heart affect his breathing and the disguised snoring.

To be honest, he could look at Philippa Eilhart's naked body indifferently, and then calmly say "beautiful". Even if Philippa Eilhart asked again "what's beautiful", he could still praise her from top to bottom without changing his expression.

But facing Lysa, who was dressed only a little more formally and gorgeously than usual, Arryn was a little flustered and at a loss.

He knew that Lisa must have noticed that he was pretending to be asleep, and he hoped that Lisa would wake him up or just leave.

He could explain the former naturally, then say goodbye to her and persuade her to go back.

The latter would be even better, just pretend that tonight never happened.

But the girl he rescued from underground seemed unwilling to do either.

She stood there quietly for a while, as if thinking about something...

She took another step closer, two steps, three steps... and walked to the bed.

Ailin could hear the rapid and nervous breathing clearly, which made him a little nervous and his mind went blank.

"What does she want to do?"

then……

He heard the girl take a deep breath.

"Rustling, rustling~"

With a slight strange sound, something slipped and fell from mid-air to the ground.

then……

One, two, three...

Ailin, who heard all this noise, was stunned for a moment.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Lisa's unexpectedly free and resolute look when she left the reception hall at night, as if she had figured something out and made some kind of decision.

But he didn't expect it to be this determined? ! !
The reason why he subconsciously avoided it just now was that he thought Lisa wanted to confess her feelings to him. This sudden attack made him unable to think of how to respond.

Of course he had feelings for Lysa, and he also had feelings for Mary.

But now there is Ben Ader, the Risberg Civil Partnership, the Wild Hunt and the White Frost. It is really far from the time for romantic love!

If anything unexpected happens to him, the emotional damage will definitely be deeper if we are in a confirmed relationship than if we are not.

And this doesn't involve any delay or not, he is only fourteen years old now, and Lisa and Mary are not much older either.

They have plenty of time to cultivate their feelings and determine whether they are suitable for each other through getting along with each other.

not to mention……

The time they actually spent together was less than a month...

Lysa...

and many more!

Ailin shuddered suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something.

Philippa Eilhart is still in the rafters!
Just as he stopped pretending and stood up to say something...

A ball of cold yet hot flame enveloped him from behind.

(End of this chapter)