Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 532: Crossing the River with the Child of Miracle
Ben Ade.

In a dim and closed room in a wizard's tower, a figure with his eyes covered with black cloth was waving a metal stick as long as his arm.

The metal stick in his hand was as easy to use as an extension of his limbs, and it moved so fast that an afterimage remained in the air.

Suddenly, several dark shadows flew towards him from the side.

The figure's ears twitched slightly, and he held the stick with both hands, twisted his right wrist that was holding the end of the stick, and stepped on the ground with his left foot and twisted his hips.

"call--"

In a flash, the metal stick pierced the air directly, making a sharp explosion.

"Clap clap~"

Almost a continuous sound of shattering.

Those black shadows exploded into powder in mid-air.

A few small teacups.

"Very good, Viggo Fortz," someone clapped in the direction where the teacup was thrown, exclaiming, "I didn't expect that Mo Yuan is not only gifted in magic, but also masters melee skills so quickly."

"There's nothing I can teach you about stick fighting."

Viggofortz took off his black eye mask while panting slightly, revealing a handsome and tired face.

He took a deep breath, and naturally handed the metal stick to Lydia Van Bradwater who was walking over, and smiled at the old wizard:
"Mr. Vidal, you are too kind."

"I still have a lot to learn from you in the art of stick fighting."

The old wizard called Vidal shook his head helplessly: "You are just too modest."

"It took me several years to master the stick technique, but you mastered it in just one month. Are you mocking me?"

“No, no,” Vigfortz obviously had a good relationship with Vidal, so he didn’t make any excuses and said with a smile, “It’s just a little bit faster.”

Vidal was not angry. He pointed at him with his index finger and made two more jokes, saying:
"Although I am obsessed with the ancient stick fighting of the elves, I still want to advise you that stick fighting is just a minor skill. It doesn't hurt to practice it occasionally to improve your health."

"But for a warlock, the most important things are magic and spells."

"And for a wizard as gifted as you, magic power and spells are just enough. Academic achievements are the most important ladder for promotion."

"Court... cough cough..."

As if he mentioned some person that should be avoided, he coughed twice somewhat unnaturally:

"Some research directions are only suitable for you, Moyuan. This special time point is very important..."

"I know." Vigfortz didn't seem to notice the pause in his tone, and still had that smiling face. "Staff fighting is just my personal hobby. Ban Ade is not very stable right now, so I just want to learn more and make up for my shortcomings."

"It's true that things have been a bit unsettled lately," Vidal nodded, "but what I've learned so far is enough. I might as well spend the rest of my time studying more protective spells..."

"never mind."

"You are more proficient in magic than I am, so I won't embarrass myself."

“No, no…” Viggofortz waved his hands.

After another round of politeness, Viggofortz gave Lydia a look, put on some clothes, and escorted Vidal out of the wizard tower.

"This is Bonaventura's Steel Body enchantment. It can enchant weapons with the effects of solidity and blunt force. It is very useful when used with stick techniques."

Viggofortz took the golden etched copper plate handed over by Lydia and gave it to Vidal who was standing at the door of the wizard tower.

"Bonaventura?" He looked at the etched copper plate in his hand in disbelief. "The Bonaventura of the ancient elven court?"

"It's what you think." Viggofortz nodded.

"Take it, Vidal. I've been grateful to you these days."

"Well...well...then I won't be polite." Vidal swallowed.

"You're welcome." Viggofortz smiled and watched him carefully put away the etched copper plate.

After collecting the copper coins, Vidal did not leave immediately. He struggled for a while, glanced at Lydia, took a step closer to him, and whispered in her ear:

"Viggofortz, you shouldn't refuse the mission of cleaning up the free elves..."

"But it's too late now."

"In the next few days, Ban Ade will launch a war against the free elves. If you can take it, then take it. If not, then find a way to leave Ban Ade..."

"But, as soon as possible!"

Just say it.

Vidal looked at him with a complicated expression again, then left without looking back.

Viggofortz leaned against the stone door, thinking about Vidal's words, his eyes dark and uncertain.

"Viggo?" Lydia called softly.

Vigfortz came back to his senses and glanced around casually: "Well, let's go back first."

"Boom~"

A heavy stone door separates the inside and the outside.

Vigfortz and Lydia came to the study in silence.

In the study, there are all kinds of books, etchings and ancient slates. They are not neatly arranged, but you can see that they are stacked according to a certain pattern.

Most of the carriers of texts are extremely old, and are written in long, ancient languages, making the entire study look particularly timeworn.

Viggo Fortz sat back in the high-back chair with an expressionless face, and Lydia poured him a glass of red wine out of habit.

"Ordinary warm water will do," Vigfortz waved his hand and refused. "The academy has notified us of a meeting in the evening, so we won't drink."

Lydia nodded, and summoned a silver pitcher engraved with the Lady of the Lake's chalice, and poured a glass of water on the table.

"Thank you, Lydia."

Lydia shook her head and asked, "Wei Ge, do we need to prepare to leave?"

"No hurry," Vigfortz drank the water in the glass. "Sonny and his radicals are very busy right now. They can't care about a small character like me."

"You are not a small character. You are a magic source that is rarely seen in a century, a true genius among warlocks." Lydia said in an angry tone.

"At least for Sonny, I am," Vigfortz shrugged, "and this isn't a bad thing. At least he won't be looking at us too often, so it will be easier for us to move."

Lydia was silent for a few seconds and gently placed the kettle on the table.

"Weigo, we don't necessarily need to work for the dean. Hen Gedimidis is Sonny's concubine, and that's too dangerous."

"This is the disadvantage of being an independent warlock, Lydia," Vigfortz leaned back in a high-backed chair with a little fatigue, "While we enjoy freedom beyond that of ordinary warlocks, we will also face dangers that ordinary people will never encounter." "Ban Ade or Aretuza, we have to choose a side."

"And this is not a disadvantage. Having choices is better than having no choices at all. At least we won't blindly follow a failed leader and rush into the abyss."

Hearing this, Lydia hesitated for a few seconds before asking:

"Wei Ge, you don't think highly of Sonny."

This is a certainty rather than a question.

A magic source is of great significance, and there is no force that does not want to fight for it.

Of course, Sonny had extended an olive branch, but it was rejected by Viggoforts.

"But why?" She was puzzled. "A month or two ago, Ban Ade might have been just an empty shell, but now, Ottolan is in Ban Ade, and the Lisberg Civil Partnership has moved almost half of its assets to support and build it."

"In Novigrad, Archmage Narcisse de la Roche is only a veteran of the Founders' Alliance and has no power of his own. Archmage Bonn Drummond, who lives in seclusion in the Dragon Mountains of the Hengfors Alliance, is also a lonely hermit. The combination of Ben Ade and the Lisberg Civil Partnership can almost represent the entire Brotherhood of Warlocks."

"Aretusa doesn't seem to have an advantage."

"No one doubts that Ban Ade is the kingdom that Sonny mentioned, and Vigfortz did not deny it. "The two largest forces in the Warlock Brotherhood are enough to subvert the entire northern continent if they join together."

"Why then?"

Vigfortz did not answer her question, but asked in return: "Do you still remember the news from Elland more than half a month ago?"

Lydia was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly and recalled for a while.

"Are you talking about the dean expelling the evil god?"

Viggofortz shook his head. “It was Ailin, the son of miracle, who drove out the evil god.”

Lydia was silent for a few seconds and did not deny it.

After lowering her head and pondering for a moment, she suddenly raised her head and said in a somewhat unbelievable and uncertain tone:
"Do you think there is no hope for Sonny because the witcher named Ailin is on the dean's side?"

"Isn't this too..."

Lydia didn't continue, but changed the topic:
"When you came back from the Pasolon Forest, didn't you say that the identity of the demon hunter was in doubt?"

Viggofortz shook his head, stood up from his high-backed chair, and looked back out the window.

The sight passed through the numerous magic towers, through the azure Giambattista's space isolation barrier, and looked outside Ban Ade.

Against the backdrop of the blue magic barrier, the winding and undulating snow-capped mountains seemed to be submerged by a world-destroying flood and immersed in the deep sea.

"But the fourteen-year-old boy, who had just passed the mountain trial, became a master demon hunter. As soon as he came down the mountain, he encountered a celestial intersection that hadn't occurred in hundreds of years."

"That sphere intersection also killed the Wolf School's greatest enemy, and turned enemies against each other."

"During the May Day in Elland, the Wild Hunt killed so many people, but he received the divine revelation from Meliteli and became a hero of Elland and was knighted."

"In July, after we left, he immediately subdued the great griffin that was causing trouble for Vengerberg. As a result, Aedirn's war machine was completely freed. At the same time, thanks to Ben Ader's 'Day of Destruction', the wizards who were withdrawn from the front line marched straight down and completely conquered Kaedwen."

"Not long ago, he drove away the evil god alone..."

Vigfortz looked back at Lydia and asked meaningfully:
"Lydia, what is Miracle Child?"

Thinking carefully about what Vigfortz had just said, Lydia couldn't stop shaking all over.

In a trance.

She seemed to see the whole world covered by a pair of tender hands covered with sword calluses.

Conspiracy, war, politics and human hearts are all playthings in his hands.

The biting cold penetrated directly from the coccyx to the scalp.

"Besides, it's not just because of him..."

Viggofortz looked back out the window again. "The establishment of the Warlock Kingdom is no small matter. This is not just the internal affairs of the Warlock Brotherhood. The eyes of the entire northern continent will be focused on it. Sonny is not qualified for this matter. Far from it."

"And even the Ottolan and Risberg Civil Partnership Organization is not possible?"

"It's because of them that it's even worse."

"Ottolan is just a spoiled dreamer, and the people in the Lisberg Civil Partnership are a group of businessmen who are short-sighted and unaware." Viggofortz smiled contemptuously, as if he was not talking about the most powerful man in the world, but just a farmer in the village who thought that the king plowed the land with a golden hoe.

"They mistook the reflections on the water for the stars in the night sky."

"Ban Ader and the Lisberg Civilian Cooperation Organization are not united. In order to prevent Aedirn from becoming too powerful, the northern countries may turn a blind eye."

"But after the alliance, their strength is enough to arouse the vigilance of all forces, but it is far from enough to completely subdue the northern countries."

"Without Lady Tissaia de Vries, destruction is inevitable."

Lydia stared at Vigfortz.

Viggofortz didn't notice this, or rather, he noticed it but didn't care.

He continued, almost talking to himself, frowning:
“The miracles performed by the Son of Miracles are not the miracles in epic poems that bring the dead back to life and dry trees back to life out of thin air.”

"He can always find the fulcrum to pry open fate, so that everything develops naturally according to his ideas..."

"I don't know how he became a demon hunter master, how he led the celestial sphere to meet, how he subdued the great griffin, and how he expelled the evil god..."

"But even in the seemingly impossible, there are still hidden rules that we can exploit."

As he spoke, Viggofortz lowered his head and pondered.

After a while.

"Forget it. There are still too few documents about the Child of Miracles."

He shook his head, put aside his thoughts for the moment, and looked at Lydia: "If Aretuza has any requests, I can agree to them."

"I already have some clues about Hen Gedimidis's location, so don't worry."

Lydia nodded slightly, tilted her head and suddenly thought of something, and said:
"correct."

"This morning, when you and Vidal were training in stick fighting, the dean not only asked about Heng Gedimidis's location, but also mentioned something else."

"What's the matter?" Vigfortz asked curiously.

Lydia said, "She wants us to provide a map of Ban Ade, preferably with the locations of important people marked. She said that once Heng Gedimides's location is discovered, she will send someone to rescue him."

Viggofortz raised his long eyebrows when he heard this, and his eyes fell on the ancient language etching of the prophecy of the Child of Miracles spread out on the table.

"Send someone to rescue..." he muttered to himself thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)