Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 580 Mary: How could the charm magic fail?

Although it was just an excuse to avoid the topic of She-Ra giving away the jewelry.

However, in the alchemy room, Erin still spent a lot of time teaching Mary how to make four potions: Full Moon (increases maximum health after consumption), Golden Oriole (immune to toxins and neutralizes toxicity in the blood), Thunder (increases attack power), and Pure White Farad (instantly restores a certain percentage of health).

It was true that they wanted to distract Mary, and the Witcher Legion did indeed need to learn more potion recipes.

Actually, pheromones (which prevent water ghosts from attacking the user for a certain period of time after consumption) are also a good option.

However, its high skill requirement of LV5 in alchemy makes it difficult for Mary, who is already accustomed to the potion-making philosophy of Erin, to learn it in a short period of time.

"no……"

Suddenly, a blackened bubble gurgled out of the clear blue liquid in the crucible, and the faint fishy smell immediately turned into a strong, burnt stench.

Mary, holding her breath, sighed softly:
"The pheromones from the water ghost are too difficult. Are you sure Elni and the others can learn this alchemical technique?"

She skillfully poured out the waste liquid, then casually used a cleaning spell to clean the crucible.

“Practice makes perfect,” Erin said, taking out another batch of dwarven spirits, water ghost brains, mushrooms, and hairball mushrooms from the materials beside him and handing them to her. “The required magic power is all within the capacity of a normal witcher and is not excessive.”

"So theoretically, all witchers can learn it."

“That’s only in theory,” Mary rolled her eyes, taking the magical materials and skillfully processing them. “In reality, I think maybe only one or two out of seven witchers could learn it… um… failed again…”

A fishy stench rose up. He skillfully cleaned up the remaining traces, reached to the side, but found nothing.

"Let's take a break..."

Erin gently patted her forearm: "The technique isn't actually that difficult. You're just not familiar with it yet and haven't been able to pinpoint the point where the magic fusion potion works. Just focus on getting into the rhythm of your breathing, and it will be much easier."

“It’s not that easy!” Mary gave him a reproachful look.

However, he didn't persist in practicing any further. After obediently extinguishing the flames under the crucible, he stretched.

Recently, the girl, who always wore simple robes, seems to have learned to dress herself up.

Black eyeliner, light pink blush, and lipstick made her already young and beautiful face even more radiant and delicate, like a red rose blooming with morning dew.

Wearing a bright green, low-cut long dress with lace trim and a gold belt, her fair skin was dazzling.

The girl's chest was already quite well-developed, like a budding flower.

That stretch was practically an obvious expression of his yawning.

Erin raised an eyebrow.

Her snow-white skin gradually turned rosy, seemingly about to burst forth yet trembling precariously.

A girl's clumsy seduction?
“Don’t rush, you’ll get it after a few more practice sessions,” Erin said calmly, watching Mary awkwardly relax after stretching for nearly ten seconds. “Other potions are fine, but the Water Ghost Hormone is very useful, so it’s still necessary for the Witcher to learn it.”

"If Hughes had learned how to use the Water Ghost Hormone back then, he wouldn't have been injured so badly."

Mary, whose attempt to seduce him failed, quickly adjusted her mindset and agreed, "The pheromones from the water ghost are indeed a good match for killer whales. I will learn them as soon as possible and then think about how to teach them."

"Elni and the others are really lucky. There are no alchemists who would make potions specifically for witchers anymore."

Actually, it didn't exist originally.

Looking back at history, only during the Hunter Order era did Alzu and Cosimo Malaspina have this intention, and they mostly pursued the idea of ​​exchanging the lifespan of Witchers for combat power, researching it as a side project.

In the eyes of most warlocks, demon hunters are undoubtedly consumables.

After Mary finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the alchemy room.

After looking around, Erin suddenly remembered Ronnie Dickinson's air magic spirit and the Spring Maiden's Spirit Song from three or four days ago. With a thought, he gave Mary an appraisal.

[Name: Margarita Laux Antill]

【属性：力量19（+8），敏捷12（+3），体质16（+6），感知89（+13），神秘114（+33）】

Compared to the last assessment, Mary's attribute values ​​have increased by a full sixty points.

Aside from the heart essence of ordinary monsters and the twenty points of mystery added by Ronnie Dickinson's air mage spirit, about a third of it came from her own talent and hard work.

Clearly, Mary has been quite busy these past six months.

Noticing Mary's slightly furrowed brows and her seemingly aware glances around, Erin calmly put away the panel, inwardly marveling that Mary was truly different this time.

She didn't feel anything during the last test.

"Is Yennefer still unwilling to see anyone?" Erin tilted her head and looked into the depths of the alchemy room, asking softly.

Even though the Witcher's senses could clearly detect the prying gaze, he had been in the alchemy room for quite some time, and the owner of the gaze had not come out to greet him.

Come to think of it, the last time I saw the little monster was five months ago.

“Hmm,” Mary looked pitifully into the cubicle following Erin’s gaze, and lowered her voice as well, “Every little witch who loves beauty is like this. Once the magic accumulated in her body is completely cleared and her posture and appearance are corrected, she will be fine.”

"You are like that too?" Erin asked curiously.

Mary shook her head: "I was born in Goth Velen. Aretusa Academy is just across the bridge on the Isle of Xenide. When I was very young, before I showed any magical talent, my father sent me to Aretusa Academy..."

"By the way, you probably don't know this."

"Besides being a sorceress academy, Aretusa Academy also teaches ordinary girls painting, etiquette, dance, and poetry..."

"Is she really an ordinary girl?" Erin interrupted, amused.

Painting, etiquette, dance, and poetry are things that ordinary people can afford to learn.

However, to be honest, Erin had never heard Mary mention her background. All she knew was that she came from Aretusa and would become the dean of Aretusa Academy in the future.

“Don’t interrupt me!” Mary glared at him reproachfully, but after a pause, she explained, “Most of them are descendants of nobles and wealthy merchants from Gos Velen, and there are also some from Hidaris and western Temuria.”

Erin didn't ask any further questions about whether she was a noblewoman or a wealthy merchant. A woman with a name as long as Margarita Laux Antillie was obviously a noblewoman.

"When I was about seven years old, my magical talent was discovered during a check-up, so I transferred from the girls' college to the magic college. There were special teachers who taught me how to manage chaotic magic so that it wouldn't grow in a distorted way."

"But unfortunately Yeni didn't have one, and not only did she not have a mother, she also had an alcoholic father."

"Malnutrition and long-term beatings made the chaotic magic more rampant in its distortion and destruction of the body."

"Ye Ni has been working very hard to sort out her magic during this time, and she should be able to sort it out soon."

Erin nodded, then asked, "Didn't the Song Stone and the Spring Maiden's Spirit Song that I gave you work?"

“How can it be so fast?!” Mary slapped his forearm a few times in dissatisfaction. “It’s only the fourth day, but I’ve already figured out some tricks. Give me another two or three weeks, no, a week, and I should be able to learn it.”

"But are you sure this will work to regulate the chaotic magic?"

“Of course!” Erin said firmly. “When have I ever lied to you?”

Mary fell silent, staring at him with wide eyes, making him feel a little guilty. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she spoke calmly:

"By the way, Erin." "What exactly was that given to me a few days ago, after the Song of the Stone and the Daughter of Spring's Spiritual Song?"

"It's a secret." Erin, too lazy to make up an excuse, gave a casual reply before asking curiously, "So, how are you feeling?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mary immediately raised her small body and large chest, excitedly saying:
"Erin, let me tell you, I'm super awesome right now!"

"Novices, veterans, masters, and even those spells that the Brotherhood of Warlocks forbids from casting—they're all in my head."

"Next time I encounter a great griffin, I can pull it down from the sky all by myself."

"That's amazing?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

Don't be fooled by how easily he hunted the great griffin back then; that was because of the unreasonable [Demon Hunter].

Even among large monsters, the Great Griffin is one of the most difficult to deal with.

“Of course!” Mary eagerly raised her right hand, as if she wanted to show him a few moves.

But after looking up, he remembered that he was in Kaer Morhen and it was only early night, so he chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.
"Let's wait until tomorrow, let's find a place tomorrow..."

Erin nodded.

Data is just data; he was also very interested in the extent to which Mary's strength had increased after absorbing Ronnie Dickinson's air magic spirit.

After all, in his mind, Mary was the core of the Demon Hunter Legion's sorcerers.

The alchemy room suddenly fell silent for no apparent reason.

The sky above Kaer Morhen was now adorned with a dazzling curtain of stars.

Inside the alchemy room, candlelight flickered, the leaping flames dancing on a young girl's smooth, delicate skin. The air was filled with the sweet scent of oranges, and everything in sight was hazy, soft, and enchanting.

It's getting late. We've taught everything we needed to and discussed everything we needed to discuss.

Erin got up and prepared to leave.

He had arranged with Vera during the day that around this time he should talk to Vigfortz about the letter that led him to the Ancient Blood.

"Then I'll go first..."

"so……"

The two spoke almost simultaneously, breaking the silence of the night.

Erin paused, then asked, "Is there anything else you want to say, Mary?"

"No, no..." Mary waved her hand subconsciously, then looked at the Witcher's deep, dark blue eyes, which seemed to drown one in them.

For some reason, I suddenly had an impulse.

She took a deep breath and asked, "So, now that my strength has increased significantly, can I come with you to rescue Hen Gedimidis?"

Erin was taken aback: "But there's already a female sorcerer..."

“I’ll try to persuade the mentor and Ms. Tisaya de Veres,” Mary interrupted rapidly. “The conflict between Philippa and Ms. Tisaya de Veres is escalating, and Ms. Tisaya de Veres shouldn’t refuse…”

"Mary..."

“And…” Mary interrupted again, “And!”

"I'm no worse than her now!"

Mary's face, usually soft and delicate, now appeared unusually stubborn.

Erin remained silent for a long time, his gaze meeting Mary's warm blue eyes, almost the same color as his, for a long while before he took a deep breath and said:

"Let's wait until tomorrow, Mary, let's wait until tomorrow."

"Whether someone is strong or not can't be determined by words alone."

Just say it.

Erin stood up, stood still for a few seconds, not knowing what else to say, and could only nod in acknowledgment before walking straight out of the alchemy room.

Mary watched him leave, watched the door to the alchemy room open and then close.

She should have first tidied up the mess on the alchemy table, which was covered with remnants of processed materials, and then sorted out the alchemy containers.

But she sat there blankly for a long time, without doing what she usually did.

"Are you alright, Sister Mary?" A soft voice suddenly came from beside her.

Mary paused for a moment, then gently shook her head: "I'm fine, Yeni. You go back and prepare first. I'll help you manage your magic later."

"Oh." After responding, Yenev, who was wearing a black headscarf to conceal her face, returned to her room with a worried look back every few steps.

"Bang~"

The door closed gently.

Mary got up a while later and went back to her room.

On the old oak table sat a pile of parchment books, etchings, and chiffon paper.

The most conspicuous one was a book that had been turned so many times that it was creased and torn, with not only signs of reading everywhere but also signs of being thrown around. It was titled "How a Magical Lady Can Cleverly 'Attract' Handsome Men".

On the open page, it says—a magical lady should know how to dress herself; lipstick, perfume, and skirts—the lower the neckline, the better—are the most powerful alluring magic of a magical lady, but how to choose and match them is indeed a profound art…

"Bang~"

The bestselling book in the world of female sorcerers, entirely in gold, has been lifted off the table countless times and smoothly dropped into the wooden basket beside it.

She sat down, leaned on a small cleared area of ​​the table, and tilted her head to look out the window.

Outside the window, the sky was filled with stars, but above the dark mountain peaks, only a lonely crescent moon hung in the distant sky.

"This is really hard..."

Someone sighed softly in the long night.
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After leaving the alchemy room, Erin headed straight for the north tower.

That was the “guest room” in Kaer Morhen, where Wigofferts, Tissaya de Veres, and Lydia van Bradwater all lived.

The closer he got to the north tower, the more unsettling he felt.

While the ancient bloodline Ciri, unaware of her exact time and place, was rushing towards her destined battlefield—Stiga Castle—to fight Vigforts to the death, this miracle child was also in reality heading towards the location of the young demonic source.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

A deep knocking sounded on the door.

(End of this chapter)