Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 546: Grandmaster Griffin School Set Blueprint! Gift from the Gods of the Mountain People!
"Still alive, but seems to be unconscious..."

Ada Emin moved closer to Jeroen Moreau, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and stretched out her right hand and carefully placed it under his nose. She paused and pressed the dry skin on the side of his neck.

"No," she shook her head, "The breathing and heartbeat rates are slower than those of a normal demon hunter, and they are steady and coordinated."

"The body temperature is also very low, more like a bear hibernating than a coma."

"The body is thin, and the muscle mass is significantly lower than the average level."

"It should be Thomas Moreau's long-term future. Geron Moreau was forced to sink from meditation and enter a hibernation state with lower energy consumption..."

"No wonder he didn't wake up despite all the noise..."

"How interesting! This is the first time I've heard that demon hunters can hibernate. Is this a change brought about by a secondary mutation?"

"Alin, do you want to wake him up?"

"Alin?"

"Aylin!"

After calling out several times without receiving any response, the elven sorceress turned around and was about to pat Ailin's shoulder, who was standing there in a daze for some reason.

"Ah?" Ailin came back to his senses from his shocking and incredible guess, and asked quickly, "Ms. Ada Emin, what did you say?"

Ada Emin looked around, but couldn't find any special object that could distract a demon hunter:
"I asked, should we wake him up now?"

"Oh, of course."

"Are you sure?" Ada Emin didn't look back. She stared into Aylin's eyes and said meaningfully, "Are you sure you want to wake him up? Don't forget Jeroen Moreau's identity..."

Ailin was completely focused after hearing this.

He took a deep breath, looked into the eyes of the elven sorceress, glanced at the skinny Geron Moreu with his eyes closed, and then looked behind the wooden shelves piled with books and sundries, and in the ruined passage, there was the vague silhouette of the golem as big as a mountain.

"I'm sure." Ailin thought about it and nodded slightly.

He knew what Aida Emin was trying to say, and Thomas Moreau was now imprisoned in the dungeons of Kaer Morhen.

Although he had never gone down to the dungeon to see it with his own eyes due to the obstruction of Vera and Soi.

However, their reaction can also explain a lot.

Thomas Moreau must have had a hard time in Kaer Morhen.

No matter what, Geron Moreau is his child, and also the witcher master of the Griffin School. If he knows about this, it might affect the friendship between the two schools.

Even worse, if Geron rescued Thomas Moreau when the Wolf School was at its weakest, the consequences would be even more difficult to predict.

"As long as the space blockade is lifted, I can teleport him directly back to Kaer Morhen."

Still, Ada Emin took no action.

"It's okay." Ailin glanced at the back of the golem again, and thinking of the name of the crusade settlement, he shook his head, "Trust me, Ms. Ada Emin."

"Well, if you think it's okay, then it's okay." Ada Emin shrugged.

She waved her left hand, and a crystal bottle carved with bees and flowers appeared on her right hand, with a golden liquid as thick as honey flowing inside.

"His body is very weak right now," Ada Emin gently touched Jeroen Moreau's upper lip with her index finger, and Jeroen Moreau slightly opened his mouth. "The honey of the Ester bumblebee is much softer than ordinary honey. It can help him recover faster and won't hurt his body."

As she spoke, she pointed her index finger at the crystal clear bottle.

Under her control, the golden honey was drawn out from the thick honey body, like a golden thread, flew out of the bottle mouth, and fell into the narrow gap of Jeroen Moreau's mouth.

"But even so, after not eating for nearly half a year, it will take him some time to wake up."

"It's okay, wait a moment." Ailin nodded.

He watched Ada Emin feed honey for a while, and then walked around the space enclosed by the wooden frame.

The wooden shelf was covered with a layer of dust, and most of the grids were empty. The remaining space was filled with wooden plates, wooden knives and forks, a few empty sacks, and some books.

Those books were common chivalric novels on the market, with slightly curled edges, but it was obvious that the owner of the books took good care of them.

In the corner of the bookshelf is a small distillation kettle, and nearby are an iron bed, an oak table, a high-back chair, and some simple experimental equipment.

Some parchment was spread out in a slightly messy manner on the oak table.

Ailin took a closer look and saw that it depicted a breastplate, with the various parts and materials of the breastplate pattern marked in the blank space.

Apart from the handwriting and patterns that look a bit old, the fonts on the edges are newer, most of which were marked by Jeroen Moreau himself.

There he wrote:

"On the third day of the budding moon, my strength is still growing, and the faint yet surging warm current has not yet disappeared. It is far from over. Perhaps... I should add more mithril to the breastplate to enhance the conduction of magic..."

"On the twenty-sixth day of the Blooming Moon, the whispers of the elements have never been so clear. I can feel those charming elves around me. The water element is comforting me, the wind element wants to lift me up and escape, the earth element is trying to keep me, and the hot-tempered fire element is provoking me..."

"I was wrong last time. Mithril is far from enough. I need some more precious magic-guiding metals. The quality of flying lizard leather is not good enough. It is not suitable for me..."

"Maybe I should consider the dragon...if I can still leave this place..."

It was the equipment drawings of the Grandmaster Griffin School, as well as the physical changes recorded by Jeroen Moreau after his second mutation… He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other pieces of parchment.

The areas that are not covered are also combinations of similar text and patterns.

After hesitating for a second, Ailin did not look at the drawings or even touch them.

If it was in the game in his previous life, he would have had a bit of a collecting habit and would have taken a careful look at everything and put all the drawings in his pocket to build them in the future.

But in reality, a demon hunter only needs one set of armor, and no one will carry extra armor just because the functions of the sets are different.

The horse's carrying capacity is limited, so it's not that wasteful.

In addition...

Although there is no explicit restriction on Wolf School demon hunters not being able to view Griffin School equipment blueprints.

But there is still a tacit understanding that peeking at other people's drawings is not ethical, and as mentioned above, it is unnecessary.

However, some of the feelings about secondary mutations that Jeroen Moreau wrote on the edge of the drawing did attract him, causing his azure pupils to shrink instinctively, gathering the dim light.

"Huh~"

He let out a light sigh in his heart.

There seemed to be some unusual bulge in the center of the parchment on the breastplate, where the pattern was depicted.

"... on the back of the blueprint... a madman... weapons..."

Ailin murmured in his heart.

This is what is written on the back, and the content is somewhat familiar.

After distinguishing for a while, he adjusted the word order.

[The zombification spell has worn off, but the portal is still closed, so I'm still trapped here. Unfortunately, most of my stuff is left in Uzar Castle. Without my gear, I can't escape.

I think I'm going to die here.

You took my sword, everything I could use as a weapon. I can only write this letter on the back of the blueprint.

But before I die, I want to tell you one thing: you are a lunatic, and you always have been. A cruel, cold-blooded killer. I have had no feelings for you for a long time, only hatred. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, and I hope you will pay for your crimes one day. [Jaron]

The brushstrokes were so strong that they penetrated the paper, and every stroke was soaked with bloody hatred.

This is the letter that Jeroen Moreau left for his father in the previous life's game. I didn't expect it to be written down so early.

Jeroen Moreau comes from the Griffin School, where every knight and gentleman is a part of the society, and where etiquette and conduct are of particular importance. One can imagine the hatred in his heart as a master witcher of the Griffin School could say such words to his biological father.

Such a resolute hatred is no longer a relationship between father and son, and it is impossible to reach a reconciliation. In other words, it is precisely because Thomas Moreau is Geron's father that Geron has such a tremendous hatred.

Take advantage of Kaer Morhen's weakness, break into the savior's school residence, and rescue Thomas Moreau?
How could it happen?

It would be better to worry that after Geron Moreau recovers from his predicament, he will rush into the dungeon of the Ancient Sea Fortress with red eyes and kill Thomas Moreau with his own hands...

"But..." Ailin looked at the words on the raised mirror again and frowned. "Why didn't Jeroen mention his mother Lydia at all in his words?"

"What were you daydreaming about just now?" Ada Emin's voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

Aelin looked back.

Half of the honey of Esther's bumblebees in the crystal bottle was gone. The elf sorceress put the stopper in the bottle and looked at him with her sea-blue eyes.

After a pause, Ailin remembered that she was talking about the time when she first met Jeroen Moreau.

He glanced at the Griffin School Demon Hunter Master who still had his eyes closed, hesitated for a second, and asked:

"Lady Ada Emin, is the mountain folk's deity of spring called Gwendolia?"

The elven sorceress was stunned for a moment, and the movement of her hand putting the cork in the bottle froze for a moment. She asked in surprise:
"How do you know the holy name of the Daughter of Spring?"

"I don't remember ever mentioning that."

It is indeed the god of the elves... Ailin thought.

This is very interesting.

Ada Emin had said not long ago that all the gods of the mountain people died in that great catastrophe, but now the suffix of "Gwendolia, the Daughter of Spring" is "Resurrection Spirit"...

Does resurrection mean that Gwendolia, the daughter of spring, can still survive?
Or maybe He never died, but just found some way to avoid the terrible white frost.

This wasn't just Ailin's wild speculation.

[Name: The Resurrection Spirit of Gwendolia, the Daughter of Spring]

【type:? 】

【Function:?】

[Note: Neither alive nor dead, you can think of Him as a seed. ]

Although the resurrection spirit of Gwendolia, the Lady of Spring, is like all panels related to gods, it contains almost no information.

But the notes in the Demon Hunting Notes are very ambiguous.

What does it mean to see Him as a seed?
Is it true that if we just find a way to “plant” Him somewhere, He can grow like a forest and be completely resurrected?

Hey!
Just now they were still sighing, "If only the gods of the mountain people could leave behind something more," but they didn't expect that the gods of the elves were so powerful.

They actually left behind a god!!!

Moreover, according to Ada Emin, the Lady of Spring is the oldest god of the four seasons, second only to the God of the Sun and the God of the Moon.

In the Olympian pantheon of Athens in the previous life, he would at least be a main god.

Also.

In addition to the ambiguous notes in the Demon Hunter's Notebook, its attitude towards "the resurrected spirit of Gwendolia, the Lady of Spring" is equally ambiguous.

Does the fact that it has added the Resurrection Spirit to its inventory mean that it has already made some kind of mark on the spirit of Gwendolia, the Lady of Spring?
Demon Hunting Notes, has a god been controlled?
My thoughts were in a mess, countless ideas flashed through my mind in an instant, and then collapsed in a flash.

"For some reason, I saw Gwendolia, the Daughter of Spring, and..."

Ailin paused and looked directly at Ada Emin's suspicious gaze: "It seems that there is still hope for His resurrection..."

Aida Emin just froze in place.

After a long while, she stared blankly into Ailin's blue eyes and repeated word by word:

"Gwendolia, the daughter of spring, still has... hope of resurrection?!!"

Ailin nodded slightly.

Dead silence.

A dead silence that he had never expected descended upon this empty cave.

He thought that Ada Emin, who was once a priestess of the gods, would be excited about the news, lose control of her emotions like a little girl, and repeatedly confirm the authenticity of the news with him.

But he didn't expect that she just stood there in a daze with a very complicated expression.

But it’s not that there is no joy, it’s just that the joy is smeared with shame, melancholy, confusion, fear and other emotions, making it difficult to see.

for a long time.

"You found what you wanted," the elven sorceress suddenly smoothed her scarlet hair, glanced at Geron Moreau, and said, "and it's not a demon hunter from the Griffin School."

Ailin was stunned for a moment, then nodded calmly: "I did find it."

There was another moment of silence.

"You didn't lie, you were telling the truth." Ada Emin looked dejected.

Ailin asked curiously, "You seem unhappy to hear this news."

"No, I'm not unhappy," Ida Emin shook her head, "I just don't know... I don't know whether I should be happy or not..."

Her eyes were dazed and her vision had lost focus, like a child who was lost and had forgotten the way home.

She looked at Ailin, but it was as if she was looking behind him, or even through him, staring into the past.

"Ai Lin..."

"Ain Sheedy grew up under the tolerance of the gods. They are to the people of the mountains just like Meliteli is to humans. No, they are much closer than Meliteli is now..."

"And now..."

Ada Emin paused and sighed with a complicated tone:
"Now... it's no longer the era of the mountain people..."

……

Ailin didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say at this time.

Fortunately, he didn't need to be embarrassed by the silence for too long.

"Ho..."

A guttural sound suddenly sounded beside the witcher and the elf.

Thomas Moreau, a genius researcher of secondary mutations, and Lydia, the elven priestess's child who carries the seeds of resurrection of the gods, are the first people in the world to successfully undergo secondary mutations, and Geron Moreau, the master of the Griffin School of Demon Hunters...

Wake up!
(End of this chapter)