Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 567 Ancient Blood!

Wigford's voice abruptly stopped, and everyone at the project table looked at Erin.

"Crack~"

Vera sighed inwardly and snapped her fingers.

The messy tabletop and shards of crystal glass were instantly cleared away.

Another glass of wine was placed in front of Erin.

“Thank you, Ms. Vera,” Erin said casually, turning her head slightly to express her gratitude.

Vera lowered her head and shook her head.

Erin's gaze returned to the long table, and he gently patted Mary's right hand, which was twisting the fabric of his pants, startled by the commotion.

“Sorry, I was a bit out of line just now,” he explained softly. “I didn’t expect such big news. Does the fact that Sunny is attacking the Free Elves mean they are ready to establish a warlock kingdom?”

"This is not good news for us."

Tissaya de Veris didn't pay any attention, ignoring the strangeness from before, and said, "Vigorfords told me that most of the minor and middle-class nobles in southern Cordwin have moved to the new city of Ban Ade because of the war caused by Demavi II's crazy revenge."

“That’s right,” Wigfordts agreed thoughtfully. “Judging from the number of nobles and the army they’ve gathered, Ban Ade already possesses all the qualifications to establish a kingdom; all they lack is a title…”

“It’s just a fig leaf,” Tissaya de Veris scoffed. “Only a fool would believe that the elves are using the excuse of siding with the evil Wild Hunt to steal the treasures of Ban Ade.”

Upon hearing this, Erin instinctively raised an eyebrow, but his gaze met that of Wigfordt's gray-green eyes, which were scrutinizing him closely.

The Witcher felt a chill run down his spine, his muscles controlling his expression as he naturally shifted his gaze away.

After Wigfordtz found nothing amiss, he continued, "But that's enough for Sunny and Ottoland."

“Not all nobles on the Northern Continent are as clear-headed as Ms. Tessia.”

"Or rather, rather than confronting Ban Ade head-on without any benefit, it's better to believe a lie and continue living a comfortable life."

“Completely annihilating the Mountain People would give their sorcerer kingdom a legitimate claim, albeit an unhonorable one, but enough.”

Tissaya de Veris shook her head: "After Ottoland established the Risberg Civil Cooperative, he also became tainted by money and lust for power."

"This is fatal to a sorcerer's research career."

"However, although those mountain people suffered an undeserved calamity and deserve pity, after hearing this news, I thought about it on the way and realized that this might be our opportunity."

She paused, glanced around, and said:
"The mountain people, though barely surviving since the fall of Shailaweid, have never been wiped out, thanks to their reliance on something."

"Perhaps we can take advantage of the current vulnerability in Ban Ade and rescue Hen Gedimidis ahead of time."

"Once Henry Gedimidis is rescued, Ben Ade's unrest will naturally subside, and the secular and wizarding worlds of Cordwin will be able to return to order."

“I’m afraid that won’t work.” Wigofferts rejected Tissaya de Veres without hesitation.

Tissaya de Veres was taken aback by his words, sat up straight, and gripped the armrests of her chair: "Why?"

“Because of the Wild Hunt,” Wigfordts said, finishing his drink, “Senni and Ottolan have always been very wary of those monsters that fly in the sky.”

“Besides the enormous ‘Gianbadista’s spatial isolation barrier’ protecting Ban Ad, security within the Academy is becoming increasingly tight.”

"The troops deployed this time are only the noble army that came to join the war, as well as the modified creatures of the Risberg Civil Cooperative. The real sorcerers are only some apprentices and ritual masters who conceal their whereabouts and prevent being ambushed."

"Most of the high-ranking warlocks and the most powerful modified creatures are still in Ban Aard."

"in addition……"

Wiggoffts sighed helplessly: "Sennis has hidden Henry Gedimidis very well, and I only have some clues now."

Tissaya de Veres remained silent.

She looked down at the grain of the oak wood on the table, unconsciously swirling her wine glass as she pondered.

The room was quiet for a while.

“There’s something I don’t quite understand,” Erin suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence and drawing the attention of Tissaya de Veris and the others. “Senni and Ottoran are so economical with their ‘human resources,’ sending only a defeated army and some modified creatures. Can they really achieve their goals?”

“The elves are no longer the mountain people who once dominated the entire continent.” It was Vera who spoke, having remained silent from the beginning.

"Since the Revolt of Aririan, they have completely lost the last elven royal court, Sairavede. Now, the elves deep in the Blue Mountains probably have less than a thousand able-bodied men who can fight."

So weak… Erin paused, then pressed, “Then why did you go there…”

"Why didn't Cordwin intervene in the past?" Vera asked gently.

Erin nodded.

Vera didn't answer immediately. She tapped her index finger lightly on the table as she recalled and recounted:
“When the Revolt of Ariel ended a hundred years ago, Cordwin naturally wanted to wipe out the Mountain People in one fell swoop.”

"But soon the army was blocked by the towering and difficult terrain of the Blue Mountains, the dense forests and the ubiquitous traps."

"At that time, the mountain people had just moved into the depths of the Blue Mountains and had no stable home. Their exquisite magic enabled them to be self-sufficient, and Himmler's Fendaby had foreseen Ariel's failure and was well prepared."

"Therefore, Cordwin's army suffered heavy casualties."

"Due to repeated defeats, the wizards were the first to withdraw from the war and occupied what is now Ban Ade, followed by the nobles in the west, and finally even the royal family of Cordwin, Haxor's grandfather, had to stop and digest the land they had just seized."

"Himmles Fendaby took the opportunity to establish peace with humanity."

"However, just a few years after the peace treaty was concluded, Hakso's grandfather died when a wild boar pierced his lung while he was hunting."

"Hakuso's father had considered attacking the Free Elves to secure his throne, but he lacked the prestige to muster an army."

"Once you gradually gain power and prestige, there will be no need for it anymore."

"Kordwin's enemies have never been just the Free Elves. Aden, Temeria, and Redalia, as well as neighboring countries, have all had their share of conflicts with Kordwin."

"With external enemies eyeing us covetously, it would be a losing proposition to venture deep into the Blue Mountains and attack the Free Spirits."

"Aside from reputation, there is almost no benefit."

"The free spirits wrap themselves up like hedgehogs, small but dangerous, and even the most gluttonous winter bears would not choose such prey."

"Moreover, even when relations between the two sides were at their coldest, trade continued."

"Elven art, jewelry, and clothing are highly sought-after hard currency in the Northern Continent, and the nobles of Cordwin have made a fortune from these goods by trading them with other countries."

"Therefore, even Haxor never intended to exterminate the free elves."

“Although he has always verbally expressed hostility towards the free elves, it’s only to consume the surplus population in the country and prevent the elves from secretly growing stronger.” “But Sunny and Ottoran don’t think that way.” Erin’s heart sank as he listened.

“Of course they won’t,” Tissaya de Veres replied. “What they want is prestige, enough to build a nation’s prestige.”

"And although Cordwin suffered a crushing defeat in the recent war, the noble army gathered in Ban Ade, along with the modified creatures of the Risberg Civil Cooperative..."

"These forces combined are far stronger than the army that had just experienced the Reirian Rebellion a hundred years ago."

"Ban Ade is also more familiar with the terrain deep in the Blue Mountains than he was back then."

Wigfordtz nodded and added, "Even if things don't go well afterward, Ban Ad still has the capacity to finish things off."

Tissaya de Veris sighed softly: "It is impossible to completely eliminate every elf, but the heads of Elf King Himrice Fendabey, the royal family, and the lives of most of the free elves will suffice."

Erin's heart sank to the bottom.

Without any external force, the free spirit seemed to have no vitality whatsoever.

My thigh was suddenly patted lightly.

Erin looked down and saw Vera's hand.

However, the sorceress wasn't looking at him now, but rather casually looking at the wine glass in her hand.

Erin took a deep breath, temporarily clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, and said:

"Let's leave those digressions aside and talk about how to rescue Henry Gedmiddis..."

The important matter of rescuing Henry Gedimidis was hardly worth discussing.

No one knew where Vigolfotzlängen Gedimidis was being held, so a rescue date was out of the question.

The imagined scenario of people arguing vehemently about a solution has never actually occurred.

After discussing a few details briefly, Wigfordts made no demands and promised to do his best to find out where Henry Gedimidis was being held.

This pleased Tissaya de Veris greatly, who exclaimed, "As expected of the source of magic," "Male wizards who are not from Ban Ade are indeed more rational and reliable," and "There is hope for the future of the wizarding world." She promised to do her best to secure him a position on the High Council of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

Wigford expressed his gratitude repeatedly.

For a moment, Erin seemed like an outsider, merely providing a venue.

To others, this was actually quite normal, since Erin and Wigfordtz had only met once, and the Wolf School couldn't provide any of the resources Wigfordtz needed.

On the contrary, if the rescue of Hen Gedimidis fails, Aretusa will be Wigford's only way out.

But Erin always felt that Wigfordts' trip was specifically for him, just to see him.

“Actually,” Zoe, whose presence had been consistently low, suddenly spoke up after Wigfordtz and Tissaya de Veris had finished discussing the details, “rescuing Hen Gedimidis doesn’t necessarily require Erin…”

“I can take his place and infiltrate Ban Ade.”

Tissaya de Veres paused, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Among the many master witchers, Erin's achievements, which she had witnessed firsthand, made her the best choice.

But Soy, Soy Henrietta, is on another, even higher level; he has even banished an evil god once, in addition to hunting dragons.

He is the better choice.

“Ban Ade has seen too many people, including Grandmaster Soy.” Vigforts shook his head before Tissaya de Veres could speak. “The city is heavily guarded, both inside and outside; it’s too dangerous.”

Tissaya de Veres thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "That's true, otherwise I wouldn't have sent Philippa in the first place."

Soi sighed softly and fell silent.

Erin didn't speak.

Afterwards, Tissaya de Veres discussed some more details with Wigoffertez, then got up to leave.

However, even if they don't leave Kaer Morhen, they will stay at the Ancient Sea Fortress for a few days.

Tissaya de Veris had previously arranged to enchant the Wolf School Master Armor of Erin.

Wigford stayed behind under the pretext of needing to assess Erin and Philippa Ehrhardt's abilities to devise a suitable route.

“The journey is busy, so don’t rush to do other things. Get some rest. There will be a banquet in the castle hall tonight, Aristotle,” Soy stood up from his seat and instructed Aristotle. “You take them to settle down first. There should still be some empty rooms in the castle.”

Aristotle nodded and went to the door ahead of time to open it for them.

Tissaya de Veres nodded and was about to leave the room when she suddenly stopped and looked at Soi with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong, Ms. Tisaya?" Wigford asked when she blocked his way.

Tissaya de Veres asked curiously, "Soy, have you... changed in any way lately?"

“What changes could a nearly three-hundred-year-old witcher like me have?” Zoe shook his head. “What do you see as different?”

Tissaya de Veres pondered for a moment, then relaxed her furrowed brow, chuckled, and shook her head: "It's nothing, maybe it's just because we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. If Philippa Ehrert comes back, have her come to me."

“I will,” Erin nodded.

Tissaya de Veres nodded slightly, then left the room with Aresto without lingering.

Vigfortz, who was following behind, walked to the door and seemed to suddenly remember something. He pulled out something about the size of a palm from his chest and handed it to Erin.

"This is a gift from me to apologize; please don't refuse it."

Erin, standing at the door, paused for a moment, then subconsciously took it. Before he could ask what it was, Vigforts and Lydia, Lydia van Bradwater, had already caught up with Aresto.

An apologetic gift, a letter?

He frowned, looked down at the letter-like chiffon paper in his hand, and turned it over.

The front is sealed with a gold wax seal and a line of ancient text, which appears to be the title of the book.

"A...Aen...Hen...Ichaer..."

“Aen Hen Ichaer…”

Erin's azure cat-like pupils suddenly narrowed to slits:
"Ancient Blood!"

(End of this chapter)