Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 531: The Confusion of the Immortal Race! Beauclair!

Aelin did know.

The reign of the Elven in Toussaint ended in 781, after more than years, and the Age of the Mountain People officially ended in that year.

When the human army approached, the elves abandoned the home where they had lived for hundreds of years, took all their belongings, destroyed everything else, and headed for the mountains.

Difsof, the last Elf King of the Mountain People, was captured alive by Ludovik, the first human King of Toussaint.

In the castle the elves had just abandoned, before the corpses of his ageless brothers and sisters, the proud Elf King wept and bowed before the Human King, offering the bread and wine as symbols of sacrifice, as well as his sword and shield.

Then, after kissing his feet and swearing allegiance to him, Ludovico was taken outside the palace gate by the guards and thrown down the stairs like a beggar, amid Ludovico's sarcastic words.

The pride and dignity of the mountain people were completely shattered at this moment, and it was in pieces, difficult to put back together.

It is said that the proud Elf King remained calm throughout the whole process, but when Difsof was alone, he wiped the blood off his face and vowed to take cruel revenge on the king, and he must be as cold-blooded as Ludovik.

It’s a pity that no matter whether this is true or false, there has not been a turning point in the Witcher world where “three thousand Vietnamese soldiers were able to conquer Wu after sleeping on firewood and tasting gall”.

The following year, before Difsof regained his allegiance, the humans of Toussaint massacred the non-human races to celebrate the anniversary of the Elven King's surrender, and Difsof breathed his last along with his remaining soldiers.

Since then, the mountain people have never been united again, and have never appeared as a nation again.

The history of the elves started to go downhill completely from this point in time.

Before 782, wars between elves and humans were still going on.

But since then, the elves have been defeated again and again and have never won again.

The place where Toussaint massacred the non-human race was Mount Gorgon.

Ailin thought about this history and looked around.

There are no monuments or tombstones here, nor any eerie, vigorous and hideous plants. It is difficult to see the bloody traces of history from the lush and vigorous woodlands around it.

A hill covered with plants, perhaps brighter and more beautiful than anywhere else in Kaedwen or Temeria, but in Toussaint it was just an ordinary hill, nothing more.

At least that's how it was for Ayling.

"Let's go."

Ada Emin obviously had no intention of gaining empathy from a witcher. After taking a deep look in a certain direction in the woods, she led the way.

The female elf was naturally very familiar with this place.

In the dense forest where all the scenery around looked very similar, he did not look up at the sky to identify the direction of the scorching sun, nor did he lower his head to touch the growth rings of broken dead trees.

We walked on pebbles across a clear stream and crossed an oak forest.

As the gentle breeze, like a lover's whisper, brushed across my cheek, everything suddenly became clear, as if the clouds had parted and the blue sky was revealed.

It was a flowing oil painting.

Light green is the main color, and gem-like light blue flows in the painting like silk, dotted with purple, pink, or blue flowers, and cottages with bright orange tile roofs.

White smoke rose from the orange hut and merged with the cotton-soft clouds in the blue sky.

The fairy tale kingdom is not a rhetoric at this moment, but a real reality.

The illusion created by Vera was already beautiful, but when we really came to Toussaint, we found that illusions were just illusions and always lacked the finishing touch of the great Creator.

When Ailin was once again shocked by the miraculous scenery of Toussaint, Aida Emin did not stop, but continued down and walked into another oak forest.

After Ailin came back to his senses, he quickly followed.

Gradually, the sounds of people and horses became clearer. Beyond two lush oak trees, a large, crystal clear, mirror-like lake came into view, with people coming and going on the path beside the lake.

Merchants, farmers, women, children, and more conspicuous are the knights wearing shiny armor, tattooed with family emblems, and holding their heads high.

Arryn knew that this was a Toussaint specialty—a knight from the Duchy’s Guard.

Just as he was carefully observing the picture of life in front of him, Ada Emin, who had long elf ears and distinctive features, was caught off guard and left the oak forest without stopping, heading towards the busy path.

Ailin was stunned for a moment before following: "Are you just going over there like this?"

"What else?" Ada Emin smoothed the hair on her forehead that was messed up by the wind behind her slender ears.

The face, which was considered the most beautiful even among the elves, was exposed to the bright sunlight.

She walked onto the path, and the people coming and going certainly did not ignore her. Many people's attention was directly attracted by her light and beautiful figure in the sun.

But it was not as Ailin imagined, with no hostility or screams and shouts, but...

"My beautiful lady, I am Elvis from the Cortes family. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

The knight on the white horse took off his helmet at the urging of his companions, revealing his beautiful golden hair and handsome face.

Ailin raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

Miss……

Ida Emin is probably older than the ancestor in your family tree.

"No need." Ada Emin glanced at Ayling and gave a polite smile.

The knight who claimed to be from the Cortes family, Elvis, did not get entangled.

He noticed Ailin's presence, nodded, then smiled, put on his helmet again, and continued patrolling past them amid the laughter of his companions.

"Isn't it strange?" Ida Emin asked suddenly.

“A little bit,” Ayling admitted.

Nowadays, in many countries in the northern continent, the attitudes towards elves have become much more lenient, but hostile and discriminatory attitudes are still the mainstream.

For example, Kaedwen, for example, Redalia...

Relatively speaking, Temeria, the largest country in the northern continent, is considered to be the best country in treating non-human races.

After all, Kaedwen and Redalia are both his neighbors. If the border frictions continue for a long time, the enemy countries will not oppose it, even if they don't advocate it.

Moreover, as a non-human race, Mahakam, where dwarves live, is within the country and is the largest supplier of arms and source of alien soldiers for Temeria.

In order to avoid disappointing our allies and causing them to mourn over our loss, we can still adopt some basic attitudes.

Of course, what is more important is that within the borders of Temeria, there are no concentrated elves, only scattered elves.

Therefore, many elves who yearn for peace live in Temeria, and he has seen many of them in Elland.

But the behavior of ordinary people towards nobles is actually still exclusionary.

It was definitely not as natural as it was in Toussaint now, as if the elves were just pretty, more beautiful humans to them.

"Because of time."

Aida Emin walked in the slightly crowded crowd, and said softly with a sense of loss:

"The emotions of the short-lived species are always short-lived. Love and hatred disappear quickly and completely." "When the mountain people secretly watched their enemies with hatred, humans had already inadvertently replaced several generations and had long forgotten this hatred."

"Just like when the mountain people first encountered humans..."

"We accepted humans who were as fragile as babies, established settlements for them, taught them knowledge, and protected their safety. In return, they treated us with the same affection and respect they gave us as their parents."

"But in the blink of an eye, the baby grew up and stabbed the sharp blade into the mother's heart..."

"It's funny."

"The place that wiped out the hope of the Ein Sheedi to rise and completely shattered the dignity of the ancient race is actually the place on the entire continent that is least hostile to the people of the mountains."

Ida Emin's tone was a little dazed.

Perhaps, like her, Ain Sheedy, who has watched the world turn for hundreds of years, would often think, reflect, try to piece together the memories of the past in her memory, and often ask herself, "What if I didn't do that at that time?", "What if I treated them more harshly...", "What if I wasn't so kind at the beginning"...

But in the end, there should be no answer.

Because humans are "ungrateful", they accepted the gifts and protection of the mountain people, which allowed them to take root in this continent, but they betrayed their benefactors.

But if you look at the details and gaze at each individual, those who have received the favor have been taken away by time even as they were taking a nap in the Longevity Seed.

When they woke up, they saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces that were eager for plunder, fighting and war.

They were certainly human, but they were no longer the same humans that Ain Sheedy knew.

The real benefactor and enemy had both died long ago, so there was naturally no question of revenge or repayment.

Grudges and love are no longer likely to be associated with humans.

Perhaps all that is left of the mountain people now is a huge mess and the desire to keep their tribe going.

In fact, the blood of the mountain people flows in the veins of those familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

So, essentially, it is the descendants of the mountain people who are rebelling against their ancestors?

How to deal with this situation?

Is this an internal struggle or an external threat?

When Ailin thought about it, he felt that the logic and ethics involved were extremely complicated.

So he didn't speak.

Ain Sheedy didn't expect him to express his attitude. After talking to himself for a while, he fell silent.

Then the two of them spent some money and got on a caravan carriage heading to Beauclair.

Sitting in the carriage, Ada Emin felt a little bored, so she sent a message to Aylin:
"The coordinates Thomas Moreau gave are very clear, but we can't teleport there directly..."

"Are you worried that the coordinates you found are a trap?"

"It's possible, but unlikely," Ada Emin was questioned but didn't get angry. "The last time he returned to the lab was fourteen years ago."

“It’s not that long ago, but it still has a significant impact.”

"For example, gargoyles go out of control, geological layers shift, traps and mechanisms go out of control and trigger..."

"An experiment buried underground and in disrepair could be dangerous from all directions."

"The entrance to Thomas Moreau's laboratory is at the bottom of the Sansredore River near Beauclair, not far from here."

"The difference is only half a day, there is no need to take such a big risk."

"But Soyi..." Ailin hesitated.

Aida Emin looked him straight in the eyes and interrupted, "Rather than whether Soi's injury will deteriorate rapidly in half a day, shouldn't you be more worried about whether the so-called second mutation can heal him?"

Ailin stopped talking. He really wasn't 100% confident that the second mutation could cure Soi's injuries.

He was just speculating, or trying his best to save the situation.

Of course, he couldn't explain this to the man who knew Ein Sheedi in front of him.

then.

"How did you recognize my identity in Ban Ade?" He changed the subject. "Did you predict that I would appear in Ban Ade at that time?"

Ida Emin gave him a long look, but didn't hold on to him:

"No one can predict the Child of Miracles. Fate has concealed your whereabouts, making you blank in divination and prophecy. Naturally, I can't do that either."

"Why then?"

"Because I have seen you, Ailin," said Ada Aimin. "Thirteen years ago, Vera found me with you in her arms and asked me to predict your future. You were so crazy that you wanted to fight against the choice of fate..."

"Wait a minute," Ailin interrupted with a frown, "You just said that no one could predict me. How could you recognize me thirteen years later just because you saw me thirteen years ago?"

"That's right," Ada Emin nodded, "but 'blank' is also a result. I can't predict you or see fragments of your future directly, but I can see the 'blank' in the crystal ball from other people's divinations."

"Thirteen years ago, I saw Vera in her future, holding the 'blank' in her arms, and coming to Kaer Morhen."

"Thirteen years later, I saw you and Vesemir in Ban Ade. I could predict Vesemir's intentions, but I couldn't predict your future."

"Of course I know who 'you' are..."

Ailin didn't look very happy.

Doesn't that mean that as long as we divine for him but fail to divine his existence, we will know his identity as the "Son of Miracles"?

"Don't worry."

Ida Emin seemed to guess what he was thinking and consoled him:
"There is certainly no need for a newly minted demon hunter apprentice to hide his own trajectory in the long river of fate."

"But it's not surprising that a witcher master who has a reputation that has enemies everywhere and a sorceress mentor who is also a master alchemist, would go into hiding."

"There are many ways to block divination. Others can't predict you, and they will just think you are alert."

Ailin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

But when he opened his mouth to ask something else, he suddenly had an idea and thought of the magic source Viggofortz.

Vigfortz and Lydia van Bredewater must have used some spells and rituals such as divination to find them more than a month ago.

Did Viggo Fortz discover his peculiarity at that time?

"What's wrong?" asked Ada Emin.

Before Ailin could respond, the carriage that was moving forward suddenly stopped.

"Dear guests, Beauclair has arrived."

(End of this chapter)