Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 522 After the Covenant
"Tell me about your story." Philippa Eilhart interrupted his doubts: "We will be partners for a long time. We can't stay like strangers."

"What do you want to know?" Ailin asked calmly.

Letting a wolf into the house is just a guess after all.

Although it is difficult to guess what Philippa Eilhart is thinking now, her tone has always been clear: to rise and do everything possible to control power.

Because of limited political resources, wizards and sorceresses are implicitly mutually exclusive.

Given her current position, the benefits of betraying Tissaia de Vris are far less than relying on her.

Philippa Ehrhart had questionable character, but she was definitely a smart person who could judge the situation.

"everything."

Philippa Eilhart turned her eyes away from the view outside the terrace and stared at him.

"God Slayer, Great Griffin Knight, Son of Meliteli, Demon Hunter favored by Tissaia de Vris, Alchemy Apprentice of the Bloody Red Fox, the youngest Demon Hunter Master..."

"To be honest, I'm curious about everything about you."

"But I can't tell you everything." Aelin looked into Philippa Eilhart's eyes expressionlessly.

Philippa Ehrhart was silent for a few seconds and sighed: "It seems that we haven't established basic trust between us yet, so let me start first."

The sorceress shifted her gaze, following the flying sparrowhawk. After flying for a while, her eyes landed on the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

I just watched like this for a long time.

"My story is not as exciting as yours," she said suddenly. "I was born in a small port town called Denesle in Redania, the son of an ordinary fisherman."

"My father was like all the fishermen on the seashore. He had a temper as violent as the ocean in stormy weather, and he was an alcoholic and abusive.

"My mother is an ordinary peasant woman..."

"After living an ordinary life in a small town for six years, my parents died in an accident, and I also awakened my talent for magic..."

Ailin raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect Philippa Ehrhardt to start the story from the stage before awakening her magical talent.

It was like cutting open his chest and revealing the most unspeakable family affairs to him.

According to the unspoken rules, the two of them only need to talk about their less sensitive experiences in recent times - for Philippa Eilhart, it was the experience of stealthily collecting patrol information, and for Ailin, it was the combat experience - so that they can have a general understanding of each other's strengths.

He started from his childhood, and while he was very sincere, he also made subtle demands on his narration.

of course.

It is also possible that these stories were made up to gain the sympathy of a fourteen-year-old child. Well, this possibility is more likely.

"Redania has always been a conservative country. Before I was burned to death by the ignorant villagers, Abbess Tissaia de Vries saved me and sent me to Aretusa."

"Then there were seven years of boring study and training. After leaving Aretuza, I was noticed by the patrol department of the Warlock Brotherhood because of my outstanding talent in Transfiguration and Illusion, and I worked as a patrol warlock for another three years..."

As she spoke, Philippa Ehrhardt demonstrated in the room.

Amid the almost inaudible buzzing of the wolf emblem, the number of sparrowhawks soaring outside the terrace suddenly increased.

The sparrowhawk chased a flock of black ravens, scaring the birds so much that they screamed, dodged and fled in all directions.

The sparrowhawk approached the terrace and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a raven.

A raven flew onto the terrace, bringing with it wet vapor with the flapping of its wings, making it seem lifelike.

"The work of patrolling warlocks is not easy," Philippa Eilhart watched the raven gently land on her fingertips, "Warlock organizations that cross the border will always come up with various ways to perfunctorily and be wary of patrols from the Warlock Brotherhood."

"The work was difficult and dangerous at first, but once I mastered the illusion technique that could be combined with the Transfiguration Technique, there were few places I couldn't enter."

"Very sophisticated spell control." Ailin agreed.

"Thank you." Philippa Ehart curled the corners of her mouth and waved her hand.

The agile raven that was observing Arryn stopped for a moment, and then quietly dissipated like mist.

"I also know some basic offensive spells, fire and air spells, but I am best at transfiguration and illusion."

"so……"

Philippa Ehrhart paused, and looked at Aylin with her bright eyes, which seemed full of sincerity:

“Now, do we have the most basic trust?”

Now that things have come to this, Ailin certainly won't refuse.

"My story is not exciting," he said. "Before the Trial of Grass, I was just an ordinary apprentice born in Kaer Morhen."

"Born in Kaer Morhen?" Philippa Eilhart turned her head in surprise. "You don't know your parents?"

"Do you think I have a prominent background?" Ailin raised an eyebrow, knowing what the sorceress meant.

In the context of the demon hunter world, it is always customary to trace a person's excellence back to his bloodline and ancestors.

"That's right." Philippa Ehrhart nodded honestly.

"No," Ailin shook his head, "I'm just an unknown abandoned baby picked up by a demon hunter."

In this day and age, there is no such thing as a noble birth for an abandoned baby.

Philippa Elhart nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Being adopted by the demon hunters of Kaer Morhen, growing up, and then joining the demon hunter's Trial of Choice at the right age, and then the Trial of Green Grass, the Trial of the Mountain..."

Ailin described his experiences after coming down the mountain in chronological order.

Of course, these are all well-known experiences, and most of them have been written into ballads. The process of taming the giant griffin and expelling the evil god is all glossed over in a simple way.

But even so, Philippa Ehrhart was still dumbfounded by his rich experience in more than half a year.

At first, she pretended to shake the glass and take a sip, but after the May Day Hunt attack, the glass of red wine seemed to be stuck to her hand and she never shook it again.

Not until everything was over did he take a big gulp as if to calm himself down.

"It's hard to imagine that this happened within half a year. What's even harder to imagine is that you're only fourteen years old now," Philippa Ehrhart swallowed her wine. "If this story isn't exciting, then what is mine?"

"The most boring History of Magic?"

She smiled bitterly.

Ailin said nothing, he achieved his goal perfectly.

If he doesn't tell everyone how awesome he is, how could the proud son of the Warlock Brotherhood listen to him?

Considering Philippa Ehrhart’s “criminal record” and the current situation of the Wolf School, this kind of showing off cannot be just this once.

"That's a good start," Philippa Ehrhart stood up, stared at him and said solemnly:

"I am beginning to have some confidence in our mission."

Ailin nodded and turned to look out onto the terrace.

Time passed quickly, and it seemed that in just a few words, the sun set.

The snow-capped peaks of the Blue Mountains are now illuminated by the sunset, making them as dazzling as flowing gold.

"It's dinner time. Would you like to go downstairs and have dinner together?" he suggested.

"No," Philippa Eilhart curled her lips, "An owl can't eat at a long table like a normal person."

"What's more..."

She looked into Arryn's eyes:
"Do you really want me to go?"...

Castle hall.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, but it was no match for the warmth on the long table.

Generally speaking, the liveliest time in the castle hall is during the severe winter, when traveling witchers return home to spend the winter, releasing the suppressed emotions from a year of running around and danger, feasting every day and partying all night long.

Normally, Kaer Morhen only has a few demon hunters and a large group of apprentices who are facing the crisis of the Green Grass and Mountain Trials.

With just a few demon hunters, the atmosphere certainly couldn't be lively.

The rigorous training and threat of death make the young apprentices feel like they are carrying a heavy burden every moment.

But at this moment, the emotions that seemed to be ignited at the long table came from a large group of exceptionally young faces.

Speaking of which, this is also thanks to Ailin.

Although the intensity of training is still as high as before, the death rate of the Green Grass Trial is close to zero due to the water ghost's heart essence, and the death rate of the Mountain Trial is close to zero due to Ailin's reform.

The apprentice no longer had the fear of taking a wrong step into the death space, so the atmosphere was certainly not so dull during meals and rest periods.

especially……

The young demon hunter who returned from the mountain also brought interesting stories.

"Countless ghouls rushed towards me with their sharp fangs bared. Following closely behind were sobbing corroded demons with muddy yellow hair all over their bodies. After that, there were giant ghouls hiding in the woods, watching insidiously..."

"Do you know the giant ghoul?"

"That's a standard large monster in monstrosity, two people tall, covered with sharp black thorns, and it shakes the earth when it walks..."

The deliberately low voice that created a dangerous and suspenseful atmosphere made the atmosphere suddenly fall into silence, but it also made it more restless.

I saw a young figure with two swords on his back, his right foot on a chair, waving his arms excitedly, gesturing at a huge monster.

"We know, we know, but what then?" An impatient voice at the long table broke the silence.

"Did Master Vesemir take action?"

"It's more likely the captain. I remember the captain hunted a giant ghoul."

"Why not Master Denti? I remember he also came back with Master Vesemir and the Captain."

It was obvious that there were two groups at the oak table.

The seven of them were demon hunters standing right next to the man standing on the chair, wearing standard leather armor and carrying two swords.

They folded their arms across their chests and leaned back against their chairs, their expressions either indifferent or proud.

The others, about twenty people, were young apprentices dressed in linen clothes and with empty hands.

However, the spirits of these unarmed apprentices were much higher than those of the demon hunters who carried double swords.

They pressed their arms against the wooden table, lifted their buttocks off the chairs, and leaned forward.

The noise of all the chattering caused the blazing fire in the fireplace to sway and tremble.

"No!" The young demon hunter standing on the chair laughed and denied, "It was us. The seven of us killed all those countless ghouls, rot demons and giant ghouls!"

There was silence at the long table for a moment.

"You guys? Killed the ghouls, the scavengers, and the giant ghouls?"

"Of course!" The young witcher put his hands on his hips and raised his head.

The young apprentices looked at each other in silence.

"What? You don't believe it?" The young demon hunter frowned and looked disdainful.

"Brother Spencer," said an older apprentice, "It's not that we don't want to believe it, but three months ago, you couldn't even deal with a few water ghosts and were almost bitten. Now..."

"Things are different now than they were three months ago!" Spencer, whose embarrassing past was dug up, interrupted emotionally with a red face.

Erni and Klar couldn't sit still any longer and chimed in, "Although the number of ghouls and corrosive demons Spencer mentioned is a little inaccurate, we did work together to kill a giant ghoul."

The apprentices said nothing and continued to look at them with suspicion.

Although they have not yet passed the mountain trial, they spend a lot of time together and are very familiar with each other.

In just two or three months, he turned from a water ghost into a giant zombie. Even you can't fool a fool like this.

Progress is always a process, and not all demon hunters are monsters like the leader.

"I...I..." Spencer's face turned red.

The promotion given by the captain is a secret that cannot be discussed within the Demon Hunting Corps.

But if they don’t say it out loud, how can they prove their strength?
Are we going outside to have a fight?
"Squeak~"

The sound of the door that had not been lubricated for a long time opening made everyone at the long table subconsciously look in the direction of the sound.

Spencer did the same, and then immediately waved happily:

"Captain, Captain, tell me, did the seven of us hunt together...Ms. Vera?!"

Vera, who had just stepped into the castle hall, turned pale when she heard this.

Everyone at the long table stared at the audacious Spencer with wide eyes.

Next to Xiluo and Clay, he immediately moved to the sides, as if he was afraid of being splashed with blood.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ailin scolded quickly.

Spencer also reacted at this time, his little face turned pale in an instant, and he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Ms. Vera, I was talking about the giant ghoul. We hunted a giant ghoul together."

Aelin glanced at the long table in front of the fireplace and knew immediately that they were bragging.

He did not refute Spencer's face, and after nodding slightly, he looked at Vera who waved her hand casually:

"Ms. Vera, let's have dinner first and wait for Ain Xi..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom~"

There was a strange noise, and a strong wind suddenly howled outside the door, carrying sand and rocks everywhere.

An orange-red portal suddenly appeared outside the door.

Francesca Findaby walked out of the portal gracefully.

Unlike in the morning, she changed into a rose-red dress and tied up her long hair solemnly. The moment she stepped out of the door, the whistling wind stopped instantly as if it had received a command.

"Aylin!"

"Good day, Ms. Vera."

When Francesca Findaby saw Aelin, her eyes instantly brightened, and then she bowed gracefully as if she had just seen Vera.

Vera nodded slightly, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Ailin:

"Let's have dinner after we sign the covenant..."

She paused and said, "At that time, I still have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)