Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 505 You are the promised land given to me by Meritelli

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

His body froze instantly and he dared not move.

His eyes suddenly moved upwards, staring at the owl that was peeking out from the rafters.

The owl shrank its head, then reluctantly poked its head out again. Its yellow-brown eyes looked almost scarlet in the darkness, eager to try.

Ailin glared again, only to find that the owl simply avoided his gaze.

I’ll settle the score with Philippa Eilhart later… Ailin gritted his teeth.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have shown any mercy and just kicked her out...

Ailin's expression suddenly changed, and he held down the girl's hand, which was moving randomly without knowing the direction.

The girl's hands were soft and cold, like the first snow that fell in Kaer Morhen at the beginning of winter, or like the slender branches of a deciduous maple tree bent by the snow. As soon as she touched his hands, she couldn't help trembling.

She is afraid.

You're so scared, why do you still insist on doing this?
Ailin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

But seeing Lisa like this made him feel relieved.

"Lysa," Arryn said, choosing his words carefully, as he felt the trembling touch against his back, "If you're afraid, why did you come here?"

"I... I'm not afraid!" As if to prove his courage, the little priest came forward stubbornly and clumsily, trying to move his hands.

Ailin suppressed the girl's resistance with one hand: "You are shaking..."

The girl was silent for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice: "Why don't you accept me?"

"The old priests in the temple all said that the Wolf School's demon hunters would never refuse a woman who came to them. Don't you think I have any charm at all?"

"Of course not," Arryn said. "You are beautiful, Lysa, and you have a strong personality, yet you are gentle and thoughtful. How can you not be attractive?"

"There are nearly 10,000 people in Elland, who doesn't like you?"

After the girl complained in Ailin's ear, she sighed and said, "But if you don't think about it, you are much more mature than those male peacocks who are dressed up and hated by everyone at the nobles' coming-of-age banquet, so..."

The girl paused, as if she suddenly gained inexplicable courage.

She wrapped her arms around his delicate features, tightened them slightly, and rubbed the area of ​​his heart on his back, feeling the cold touch.

That was the girl's profile. She wanted to hear the voice of her lover from the roar of the war drums.

"Why, Ailin? Why do you use this excuse to perfunctorily deal with me?" Her tiny voice was like a question, and also like a pious plea, "Why don't you want to accept me? Do you hate me?"

The scent of daisies is like waves hitting hard rocks.

Aelin's heart skipped a beat.

"You like me," the little priest said firmly, "I heard you like me."

Ailin's breathing stagnated and he almost agreed, but a sight that was extremely difficult to ignore on the roof poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Taking a deep breath, Ailin said softly, "No one will hate a girl like you, but I'm sorry, I can't spare the energy to think about love right now."

"Why?" the little priest asked in a hoarse voice.

Arlin was silent for a long time. "Lysa, I am a demon hunter."

"A demon hunter could die at any time in the wilderness, in a ruin cave, or in an uninhabited corner of a forest..."

"You are not your ordinary demon hunter!"

"But my enemies are extraordinary," Aylin said in a deep voice after calming down. "Ban Ade, the Risberg Civil Partnership, the Wild Hunt, the Evil God..."

"Lysa, I'm not a good choice, and neither are all demon hunters."

"As you said, we are promiscuous and cold-hearted. We are in danger. The scythe of death is stuck on the neck of every demon hunter and may be swung down at any time."

Counting the women of the legendary witcher Geralt in his previous life, the sorceress Yennefer, Triss, Aurora from the Temple of Meliteli, the bard "Little Eyes" Ash Daven, and Shani from Oxburgh Academy, is any of them really happy?

"You can stay and become the Holy Son of Meliteli!" The little priest held Arlin's hand tightly. "Then there will be no danger anymore. Besides, Ianna, Nenneke, and the priests in the temple all like you."

"I am a demon hunter," Ailin sighed, "a demon hunter of the Wolf School. Even after becoming the Holy Son of the Meliteli Cult, my identity as a demon hunter will not change."

If the enemy was really just the civilian joint venture of Ben Ade and Risberg, even with the Wild Hunt, he might have agreed.

But the white frost...

The world-destroying white frost is the final judgment that no one in the northern continent can escape.

Even now that no one knows where the Ancient One Ciri is and whether she will appear again, he may be the only solution for Bai Shuang.

How could Ailin be content with peace, quietly waiting for death to come, waiting for a white frost that spanned the worlds to kill him and freeze everything he cherished.

"You have jumped out of a fire pit, and now you have a stable life, people who care about you, and a noble cause..."

His tone became calmer.

"I can see that you like being a priest. You like saving people and healing the wounded. You can gain accomplishment and joy from it. So don't step into another pit of fire..."

The little priest behind him was silent for a long time, so long that Ailin thought the long river of time had stopped at this moment.

"so……"

The little priest asked tentatively: "It's really not because you hate me, not because of Francesca, Margarita and Philippa Eilhart, but because we are 'still young', and there are threats from wizards and the Wild Hunt?"

Ailin:?
Can what I just said be understood from this perspective?
Are you really going to jump into this fire pit?
and also……

Arryn glanced at the owl peering from the rafters.

Mary could understand it, and Francesca could understand it too. After all, in Viscount Hudson's abandoned mine, from Lisa's perspective, the two of them did behave somewhat intimately, but why was there Philippa Eilhart?"

"Why is Philippa Eilhart here?" he couldn't help asking. "I just met her today. I'm afraid we didn't say more than ten sentences in the living room..."

"What kind of image do you have of me?"

The owl tilted its head curiously as well.

Lysa snorted in his ear: "You are an ascetic monk, but you can't help but those around you are not chaste nuns.

"Especially sorceresses. I heard that there is a special kind of pleasure when the skin of a witcher and a sorceress touches each other."

"Francesca and Margarita are both sorcerers. Who can guarantee that the next one won't be Philippa Ehrhart?"

You make me sound like Tang Monk's meat... Ailin shook his head speechlessly.

He was not Philippa Eilhart's ideal type.

"You're overthinking it." Ailin shook his head and silently thought about what to do next, how to get this matter over with as soon as possible so that the owl on the beam, which had already eaten its fill of melon, wouldn't get too full.

Lysa remained noncommittal. If it were any other demon hunter, they might have been overthinking, but Arryn was different. No one understood Arryn's peculiarities better than her.

The sorceress of Aretuza, before coming to the Temple of Meliteli because of the arrival of the evil god, in addition to Lady Vera, she had met two other sorceresses, Francesca and Margarita Laux Antille, both of whom had special feelings for Arin.

Francesca is even an elf princess.

Ailin is like the red flowers commonly used in the Temple of Meliteli. Not only is it brightly colored, but after healing injuries, it can become addictive if you're not careful.

And every sorceress has an addictive physique. The more they come into contact with Ailin, the easier it is to become addicted.

Is Philippa Ehrhart really exempt?
Besides, let alone a sorceress, what if she isn’t one?

Lisa sighed in her heart, sniffed hard at the sense of security that came with the smell of blood, and hugged the body as hard as a rock in her arms.

"Leisa..."

"Hush, Arryn, hush." ​​Lysa's face pressed against his back.

The warmth flows down from the heart at the back, through the spine that runs across the middle of the chest cavity and separates the heart.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

It rained down on the shirts.

"I will leave, Ailin, give me some more time before I leave..."

Aelin stared at the emptiness of the inner wall and took a deep breath.

It was so quiet, and I don't know how long it lasted.

The heavy rain turned into light rain, the light rain turned into cloudy, but the cloudy sky showed no sign of clearing up.

"I'll wait for you, Aelin."

As the wooden bed creaked, Lisa withdrew her arms from around him.

Ailin listened to her slowly getting up and rustling around in her clothes.

Just when I was feeling a little lost, the fragrance of daisies came to me again like a tide.

Aelin's cheek was kissed gently, like a flower falling and being blown up by the wind.

Leaving behind a few words, Lisa left with a sense of empty regret.

"You are not a pit of fire, you are the promised land given to me by the goddess Meliteli."
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The room was silent for a long time.

The Promised Land is not just the Kingdom of God in the teachings of the Meliteli Religion. Almost all religions in the northern continent have a kingdom of gods for their devout believers to go to after death.

But if we delve into the doctrine, the Promised Land seems to have a deeper meaning. It is an ideal country, a place of spiritual salvation, and the final destination before the "initial landing" of the northern nation.

"Tsk, tsk, you are the promised land that Meliteli gave me."

"Young people's love! It's so beautiful!"

Philippa Ehrhart flapped her wings and fell, transforming into the beautiful sorceress. After landing, she summoned clothes and put them on slowly in front of Aelin.

"The show is over, you can leave now."

Ailin sat on the edge of the bed, not even looking up at the erotic scene, and drove people away with an expressionless face.

He was in no mood to play along with Philippa Eilhart.

The fragrance of daisies lingers for a long time even though the source has long gone.

This should obviously be the best outcome. Lisa left without destroying their relationship.

But Ailin always felt that the oxygen in the room seemed to be suddenly exhausted, and it was as if the lungs that converted oxygen did not inhale light oxygen, but heavy colloid, molten magma and molten iron.

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Philippa Eilhart didn't care about Aylin's attitude. She bent over and hooked up the stockings on her legs. "I'll stay at your place tonight. I'll go to Kaer Morhen with you tomorrow."

"Whatever you say..." Ailin waved his hand weakly, then stood up and opened the window a little wider.

The night was as black as ink and everything was silent.

The trees growing in the temple are dense and gloomy, like dark clouds on a rainy day, floating in the world.

"Don't worry," Philippa Eilhart's voice suddenly came from behind him, "As long as we can rescue Heng Gedimides, Ban Ade, the Lisberg Civil Partnership, and the Wild Hunt will not be a problem."

"By then, not only the Temple of Meliteli, Aretuza, but even the Warlock Brotherhood will crush all obstacles that stand in the way of you and your Wolf School."

"At that time, you had plenty of time to travel with your priestess and sorceress and enjoy life."

Ailin looked back at Philippa Eilhart and really wanted to ask, do you really know what is standing between him and the Wolf School?

Let alone the Hoarfrost, even the Wild Hunt alone is not something the Warlock Brotherhood can contend with.

However, he could sense the concern hidden in the sorceress's arrogant words, so he just nodded, said "I hope so", gave up his bed, and sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed in meditation.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the next morning.

Philippa Ehrhart had left the room at some point.

After simply packing his luggage, Ayling met with Vesemir, Dante, Fred, Erni and other young witchers in the open space in front of the wooden cabin.

After chatting for a while and going back to discuss the possible attitude of Chief Soi and the school, Philippa Ehrhart came through the portal on time.

Then the good girl fell from the sky, and Ianna and Nenneke came to say goodbye with many priests from the temple.

Lisa came too, hiding behind Ianna and Nenneke, standing next to Nenneke as usual, looking at him calmly, as if nothing had happened last night.

Next came Arthur and Sarah, who came to see them off on behalf of Duke Mason, and they brought the bounty for hunting the corpse-eating creatures.

That was a considerable sum, far exceeding the agreed figure.

Not long after, followed by a rough cry.

"唳~"

The great griffin rose into the air from the ground.

"I'm home." Vesemir sighed, but there was not much relaxation or joy in his tone.

There were still many troubles waiting for them in Kaer Morhen.

Ailin looked down at the temple which was getting smaller and smaller until it turned into a small square, and the voice of the little priest sounded in his mind again.

"You are not a fire pit..."

"You are the promised land that Goddess Meliteli gave me."

(End of this chapter)