Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 518 Three women and one drama
Ms. Vera has never been a fragile woman.

Ailin finally said a word of comfort and was thinking about what to say next.

The wolf emblem let out a soft cry.

Lower your head again.

The slender fingers covering the face disappeared, along with the tear marks, leaving only a face with delicate makeup.

If it weren't for the slightly red whites of her eyes and the tears covered in dust rolling on the ground, it would be impossible to tell that the woman in front of you had just cried.

Ailin couldn't help but admire it in his heart. He didn't say anything else. He tacitly pretended that nothing happened and he didn't see anything. He nodded and walked towards the exit of the corridor first.

But Vera's outburst still happened after all, and the atmosphere became noticeably quieter afterwards.

Ailin wanted to ask more about the druids and the druidic meditation method, but when he saw that the sorceress seemed lost and had no idea what she was thinking, he could only postpone his curiosity for the time being.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was pushed open, and two people walked out of the corridor in silence and entered the castle hall.

As soon as his right foot stepped on the dark red carpet, Ailin paused and shrugged his nose.

He smelled the aroma of baking bread and meat stew.

"Does the school usually eat so early?" Ailin couldn't help swallowing and glanced out the window.

The sun is scorching and there is still at least an hour until lunchtime.

It is not winter now, and there are feasts every day. There are few people in Kaer Morhen, and the daily meals are bread and stew, which only take half an hour and are very simple.

At this time, not only would the witchers and apprentices come to eat, even the chefs would not come.

"It's a little early." Vera also felt very strange.

Out of curiosity, the two came to the dining room in the castle hall. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and a large pot was placed on the fire, in which a fragrant thick soup was bubbling.

The aroma could be smelled in the pot, which contained beef stewed with precious spices such as pepper, cinnamon, and cloves, which were more valuable than gold.

There was a basket of bread on the long table, steaming hot as if it had just been baked.

Is the food in Kaer Morhen so good now?
Ailin was really stunned and looked at Vera.

Vera also looked confused. She came back only a few days earlier than Alin and had been busy with Soyi's affairs. Naturally, she would not care about trivial matters such as meals.

Just at this moment, the people in the kitchen seemed to hear the noise outside, and heard a burst of hurried and crisp footsteps.

Both Aelin and Vera recognized the owner of the footsteps.

"This is prepared for you," the sorceress smiled rarely, "it's quite rich, it looks like it took a lot of time to prepare."

The words fell before Ailin could speak.

Margarita Laux Antille, the dean of Aretuza College in another time and space and now the chief sorceress of the Wolf School Demon Hunting Corps with a bleak future, rushed out from the inner kitchen holding a spoon.

She was wearing a light green dress and an apron around her chest. Her bright golden hair was tied up with a thin string, and she looked like a capable little cook.

"Ailin, mentor, you are here!" The little cook greeted them energetically, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

Ailin pointed at the fragrant food in the castle hall and asked in surprise: "M...Mary, did you make all this?"

"What else?" Mary raised her eyebrows proudly, looking like she was waiting for someone to praise her. "Is there anyone else here?"

But seeing Vera frowning, he quickly explained, "I came here after Ms. Ada Emin finished using the alchemy room..."

"It's not because of you."

Vera waved her hand, frowned, and turned her head to look at the corner, the shadow that the candlelight could not reach.

The shadows there seemed to tremble because of her gaze, and then an owl with gray-brown feathers and yellow-brown pupils walked out with its head lowered.

"Ah! An owl!" Mary covered her mouth and said in surprise, "Erin, this is what you brought back..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The owl flapped its wings and flew to Arlin's shoulder.

A pair of sharp claws dug deep into the flesh of his shoulders, and the pain made Ailin frown instinctively.

But he knew that Philippa Eilhart was complaining about him for leaving her behind.

At that time, Philippa Eilhart avoided the discussion because she was discussing the Chief's whereabouts with Vesemir, Dante and Aristo and it was not convenient to let outsiders know.

Who would have thought that Ms. Vera and Ada Emin would teleport here later and go directly to see Chief Soi.

Before he could say anything, Mary took a few steps closer and looked at the owl fondly: "This owl is so cute and obedient. Where did you find it?"

I have to say that the owl transformed by Philippa Eilhart looks really good.

It has a petite, round and furry body. Not to mention a little girl like Mary, even Ailin would want to raise one if he didn't know her identity.

Vera didn't say anything, but looked at the timid owl with complicated eyes, and then looked at Ailin.

The word "scumbag" seemed to be written all over her eyes.

Erin knew that Vera must have seen through Philippa Eilhart's identity.

He was silent for a few seconds.

In the demon hunter world, as long as your body is not seen naked, you have to give yourself to the man and take on the moral requirements of a man.

Philippa Ehrhart had no special relationship with him, and she could say that openly.

Marie and Vera were also close, so there was no need to hide Philippa Eilhart’s identity.

but……

He looked at the stew on the hearth, the bread on the table, the stains on Mary's apron, and the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Even a fool could see that Mary prepared this meal for him. So letting Philippa Ehart show up at this time was... not a good idea, was it?

Ailin suddenly had a headache.

What a bad luck!

Whether it was earlier or later, it wouldn't have been so awkward to introduce it after lunch, but it happened to be at this time.

But after thinking about it, Ailin decided to tell the truth.

"Mary, Ms. Vera," Arlin introduced solemnly, "This is no ordinary owl. She is Philippa Eilhart, a sorceress who is proficient in transfiguration and illusion, and the proudest student of Ms. Tissaia de Vries."

"You came back with me this time because there is a commission in the future that requires cooperation..."

"It's not an owl, it's a female magician... um... ah?" Mary's smile froze immediately. Ailin pointed to the small warehouse next to the kitchen and said, "Ms. Ehart, go get ready..."

"Excuse me!" Philippa Ehart's clear female voice echoed in the ears of the three people.

The owl nodded to Vera and Mary respectively, then flapped its wings and flew towards the small warehouse.

Philippa Ehart's departure did not alleviate the awkward atmosphere in the restaurant.

Vera glanced at Mary, who lowered her head and hid her expression with shadows, and sighed in her heart. She looked at Ailin reproachfully and said:
"What did Tissaia de Vreis ask you to do? To bring a sorceress back to Kaer Morhen?"

Ailin smiled awkwardly and said:
"Not now. We are carrying out commissions in Kaer Morhen. The contents of the commissions require our cooperation. We need training during this period."

"So what's the commission?" Vera asked.

Ailin felt Mary's stealthy gaze and hesitated for a second before telling the truth:
"Heng Gedimidis was imprisoned by Sunny, the current ruler of Ban Ade. Tissaia de Vris, on behalf of the Warlock Brotherhood, entrusted us to rescue Heng Gedimidis..."

Before she finished her words, Mary suddenly raised her tearful face and screamed, "What!"

Vera's face instantly turned pale: "Is Tishaya de Vries crazy? !!"

"She doesn't know that you are mine...my..."

She was so angry that she suddenly realized that Tissaia de Vris really didn't know, because she had always believed that sorceresses must not have offspring.

Although the probability of a sorceress getting pregnant is very low, theoretically speaking, the sorceress' infertility is only because the sorceress's magic core is in the abdomen, so although the possibility is almost non-existent, it still exists.

Tissaia de Vries's ideas are so radical that she believes every sorceress should be sterilized.

No matter how good their relationship was, Vera would never tell her the news that she and Soi were pregnant and had a child.

"She knows, so it's okay, Lady Vera, Mary," Ailin advised softly, "Tissaia de Vries not only knows that I am your alchemy apprentice, but she also sent her favorite disciple, Philippa Ehrhart."

"The rescue of Hen Gedimidis is certainly certain to some extent, and relatively safe..."

Vera did not agree with this reason. Her expression changed for a few seconds:
"No! I'm going to find her now! She's absolutely crazy, letting a witcher go to Ban Ader to rescue a figure like Heng Gedimides."

"No one knows whether Hen Gedimidis is still alive."

Just say it.

Vera snapped her fingers decisively.

"Boom~"

An orange-yellow portal suddenly appeared, and the space fluctuated, causing the flames in the fireplace to flicker.

“Ms. Vera!” Ailin’s heart warmed, but he quickly stopped her, “This is an agreement between me and Tissaia de Vries, and she has already paid.”

"No reward at all!" The sorceress had a cold face and was about to walk towards the portal with determination.

Ailin quickly grabbed her hand and explained at a very fast speed: "This is not only a commission from Tissaia de Vris and the Warlock Brotherhood, rescuing Heng Gedimidis is also a requirement of the Wolf School, and it is also our need."

"Ms. Vera, you may not know that the current ruler of Ban Ade, Sonny, is working with people from the Lisberg Civil Partnership to establish a warlock kingdom."

The shocking news made Ms. Vera freeze in her tracks.

Mary's mouth opened wide.

A few tears overflowed from her clear big eyes, dissolving the black eyeliner and flowing down. It was a little scary, but more funny.

"You're not kidding?" Vera said seriously.

Aelin shook his head and explained the efforts that Tissaia de Vris had made for the School of the Wolf in the Brotherhood of Warlocks.

"That doesn't necessarily mean we need you, Arryn." Mary said anxiously when she saw Vera fall silent, "If we need a witcher, there are so many witcher masters in Kaer Morhen, Master Vesemir, Master Aristo, Master Dante, Master White..."

"You just passed the high mountain trial for half a year, why..."

"That's naturally this matter. In the eyes of Ms. Tissaia de Vries, only I can do it and I am the most suitable person," Aylin interrupted, "and the establishment of the Wizarding Kingdom by the civil partnership between Ban Ade and Lisberg has a greater impact on the school than on the Warlock Brotherhood."

"Kaer Morhen is in Kaedwen, not far from Ban Ard."

"The current controller of Ban Ader College, Sunny, has always hated demon hunters. If they succeed, Kaer Morhen will be in danger."

Mary didn't say anything. She had never been able to win an argument with Arlin. She could only look at Vera with pleading eyes.

Vera opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Squeak~"

The door of the small warehouse next to the inner kitchen opened.

Philippa Ehrhart did not choose gorgeous clothes that matched her personality, but instead wore a proper black wizard robe. The only ornament on her body was a black agate necklace embedded in her chest, looking like a good girl.

Mary's gaze stayed on Philippa Ehrhart's dazzlingly beautiful but more mature and charming face for a while, slowly moved down to the black agate on her chest, and then looked down at herself.

Then, as if remembering the tear marks on her face, she hastily turned her face away.

After meeting Ailin's eyes, she turned even more hurriedly and panickily to face the fireplace on the side, facing the firelight, and wiped away her tears clumsily.

As a result, the black traces of liquid eyeliner were smeared all over the face.

Ugly and pitiful.

Vera saw this scene, sighed softly, snapped her fingers, used magic to restore her makeup, then looked at Philippa Ehrhart and said softly:
"I heard your name from Tissaia de Vries. You were one of the most outstanding apprentices in Aretuza before Mary."

"Your Transfiguration is indeed very good."

Philippa Eilhart, who was extremely arrogant in front of Ayling, now bowed solemnly like a good child:
"It is my honor to receive your praise."

Then she smiled, looked at Mary curiously, and greeted her, "Lucky Margarita's story, I often hear colleagues talk about it, I'm glad to meet you,"

"Me too... I'm glad to see you too." Mary said softly, with a smile that was obviously not so happy.

What followed was a round of meaningless pleasantries between the sorceresses.

No one mentioned the purpose of Philippa Eilhart's visit, not even herself, although the wooden door of the small warehouse was obviously unable to block the perception of a warlock.

Then, for some unknown reason, the three sorceresses suddenly fell silent at the same time.

Suddenly, the only sounds in the air were the crackling of flames licking the wood and the bubbling of broth.

Ailin thought for a moment and broke the silence: "How about we eat first..."

"How did Ms. Tissaia de Vries arrange you?"

Ailin's words were interrupted, but it was not Vera who spoke, but Mary with a stubborn look in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)