Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 605 Sunny's Treasure! The Miracle Child's Prestige!
A dark mass of wizards approached the new city.

The queuing caravans, travelers, and ordinary people scattered, like a thick dark cloud driving away the crowds without umbrellas.

The workers on the city wall increased their repair speed several levels, as did the frequency with which the overseers wielded their whips.

Apart from that, there was complete silence.

"The...the Dean..." A male wizard dressed as a gatekeeper, wearing a green robe, came running up, panting.

He glanced at Ottolan, who had a white beard and hair, hesitated for a barely perceptible moment, and then stood still in front of Sunny.

Senni noticed his hesitation, and his already gloomy expression became even more somber.

However, he knew what had the highest priority at this time.

After glancing at the new city construction being observed with great interest beside him, and occasionally discussing with the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative what defensive weapons should be placed on the city walls to stop the Wild Hunt's Ottoran, he asked:
"Have any suspicious people entered the city?"

"A suspicious person?" The green-robed wizard paused, then exchanged glances with the other wizards guarding the city gates who had arrived one after another, before cautiously asking, "What kind of suspicious person are you referring to?"

Refugees, merchants, spies, mercenaries, civilians...

Suspicious people were everywhere, both inside and outside the new city of Ben Ade.

This question also stumped Sunny.

Wild Hunt's attire was very distinctive and easily recognizable.

Since the male sorcerers guarding the gates hadn't noticed anything amiss, and were even maintaining order as people entered the city...

Either the Wild Hunt didn't come to Ban Ad, or it came but disguised itself, or it entered the city from somewhere else.

Sunny looked at Ottolan.

Ottoran, his pale brows furrowed, stopped discussing the defenses of the new city of Ban Ade.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then looked at the black-robed wizard from the Risberg Civil Cooperative to the side.

The black-robed wizard understood and stepped forward, looking at the green-robed wizard guarding the door. The low-level wizard's shallow mental defenses were no match for the master who specialized in mental power.

“He didn’t lie, nor was he blinded by mental magic…” The black-robed wizard shook his head.

Ottolan sighed again, took off the silk pouch at his waist, and poured out all—actually only a few—small red crystals the size of sand.

After chanting a few incantations, the red crystal rose up without wind and transformed into a red thread in mid-air, one end wrapping around Ottoran's right hand as he cast the spell, and the other end pointing towards Ban Ade New City.

Ottolan silently took a few steps to the side, the direction of the red line shifting slightly, but still pointing towards the new city of Ban Ad.

However, before Ottoran had gone far, the red line gradually dissipated and disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

It was quiet outside the city gate for a long time.

The green-robed wizards guarding the gate exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what the legendary mage Ottolan's strange behavior meant. Only the wizard whose mind could be read sensed something amiss.

They seem to have let some "big shot" slip into Ban Ade's group.

"Let's go into town."

Ottolan frowned and glanced at Sunny, then waved to the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative.

The wizard Risberg followed Ottolan into Ban Ade, as refugees, caravans, and mercenaries fearfully gave way.

“Senni…Dean…” a green-robed wizard asked cautiously, “What happened?”

Sunny shook his head with a grim expression and ordered, "Close the gates of Ban Ade and seal off all entrances and exits!"

"And these people?" a green-robed wizard asked instinctively.

Sunny glanced sideways at the several lines of people standing motionless and silent not far to his side, then stared coldly at the wizard who had spoken: "You can't understand what I'm saying either?"

The people around the wizard sensed something was wrong, quickly nudged him with their elbows, and then turned around and shouted:

"Thieves have entered the city! Seal the city gates!"

For a moment, the area outside the gates of the new city of Ban Ade was quiet, but then it erupted into a clamor like boiling water.

Ignoring the noise around him, Sunny walked straight into the city with a cold face.

Why would a Wild Hunt run to his Ban Ade?

Despite having nearly a hundred of its kind circling over Cordwin for half a year without attacking them, it merely destroyed Aeden's army that had entered Cordwin...

Is it looking for something?

What is Ban Ad hiding that would make a Wild Hunt, a monster that holds the "key" to the meeting of the celestial spheres, covet it?

……

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Sunny's pace gradually slowed down involuntarily.

Once he entered the city gate of Ban Ade and hid in the shadows of the gate, he came to a complete stop.

"We must capture that Wild Hunt, and we must have the Celestial Convergence before Otoland and the Risberg Civilian Cooperative can do so. Even Otoland will show me more respect, but..."

Sunny muttered to himself, "But how do I catch that slippery mouse?"

As he was thinking, a figure suddenly popped into Sunny's mind.

He paused for a moment, then quickly asked the person beside him, "Are Shaquille and Valery back?"

Valery doesn't matter; the most important thing is Shaquille.

He was a true master of tracing and divination, even more so than Henry Gedimidis, and far more skilled than the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative, or even the legendary sorcerer Ottolan.

Yesterday, they were sent to Kaer Morhen to deliver some surprises to the Wolf School.

This task certainly doesn't require Shaquille and Valery to accomplish.

Although Shaquille's attitude has been very good in recent months, he has always been one of Henry Gedimidis's men.

He is capable enough, but important responsibilities will certainly not be entrusted to him, so Shaquille is the most idle senior wizard in the entire Ban Ade, without a doubt.

Sending them out to deal with the Kaer Morhen matter is just right.

By this time it was already daylight, and they should have returned by now.

Ben Ade, the wizard who was closely following Sunny, paused for a moment, then quickly nodded to the guard at the door to confirm.

A short while later, the wizard returned and gently shook his head at Sunny.

"It's already this late, and they still haven't returned?" Sunny's heart sank.

"Could it be that he's already back but didn't register at the city gate?" Seeing Sunny's expression, the wizard made up an excuse. "Most wizards don't actually like such a strict system. I'll go back to Ban Ade now..."

“No, not at all.” Sunny waved his hand to interrupt. “Shaquille is a cautious and mature man. He will strictly abide by the rules and leave no room for any wrongdoing.”

Sunny stepped out of the doorway.

The morning sun rose over the street at the end of the lower town and hung on the towering spire of the college.

Despite the warm sunlight shining on him, Sunny felt no warmth at all.

The plan to exterminate the Free Spirits is thwarted, the Wild Hunt and the Celestial Spheres meet unexpectedly, Malachi betrays them, and Shaquille fails to return on time...

The once orderly system was disrupted by a series of unexpected events, which made him feel a sense of foreboding.

It seems that something very important is being taken away...

But a warlock's intuition is often more than just intuition. "Miguel, have someone search every single person in the entire city of Ban Ad..." Sunny ordered with a grim face.

Miguel glanced at the refugees lying timidly beside the foul-smelling sewage by the roadside, then paused, stunned: "Every single one of them?"

“I said, every single one of them!” Sunny glared at him menacingly.

Miguel immediately realized that Sunny wasn't joking. He opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. Finally, under Sunny's gaze, he reluctantly agreed and hurriedly left.

As Sunny watched Miguel's figure gradually disappear into the distance, he shifted his gaze upwards, squinting at the top of the Thousand Towers, where the dazzling sunrise shone.

"What could be something that's so important to me...?"
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"Roar!"

Its furious roar made the earth tremble.

A colossal monster, towering in the darkness, swung its battering ram-like fist and slammed it into a figure wielding a sword.

The sword-wielding figure leaped to the side and quickly turned around, using one foot as the pivot.

The enormous fist grazed past him and slammed into the ground, creating a large crater.

The earth trembled again, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

But that wasn't all. As the sword-wielding figure turned to dodge the monster's attack, he spun around and slashed down.

A flash of icy blue light streaked through the darkness, piercing straight into the monster's hard stone arm. It then sank in, and like a hot knife cutting into flowing amber, it cleaved the stone arm in two.

The person wielding the sword seemed surprised by how easily it went, and paused for a moment.

But then, he was startled awake by the monster's howling, which shook the mortar off the ceiling. He stepped on half of the fallen stone arm and leaped up.

"Tap Tap!"

With hurried steps, it rushed along the shoulder towards the monster's head.

The monster showed no fear; its other fist slammed down in a flash, creating a whistling sound as it pressed down.

But under the longsword flashing with fluorescent blue light, it cleaved and shattered, and countless fragments of stone fell like rain.

Just as the monster was about to launch another attack with its mutilated body, the swordsman had already raised his head and stepped onto the monster's broad shoulders.

The cat's deep blue eyes suddenly narrowed to slits in the darkness.

He swiftly drew a circle in the air with his longsword, then, holding the sword with both hands, he plunged it deep into the monster's body through the gap between its head and torso.

"Buzz~"

The monster's body trembled as if it had been electrocuted, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Boom!"

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

"Ding!"

[Slay the monster "Golem"!]

[Rewards settlement: …]

The swordsman looked up, ignoring the jingling system notifications in his ears, and was about to perform a sword flourish before sheathing his sword, but the longsword stopped abruptly after completing a quarter of a circle.

"Pah~pah~pah~"

As the footsteps approached, applause could be heard from the end of the passageway not far away.

"Truly a child of miracles."

"The first time I experienced the awkwardness and discomfort of having to interrupt a spell halfway through its casting wasn't because of an enemy, but because of a teammate..."

Vigfortz emerged from the darkness with a look of admiration, glanced at Eringubo's unperturbed face, and then at the mountain of monsters on the ground:

"This is the golem that the Risberg Civil Partnership is so proud of!"

"I thought it would be a tough battle that would require both of us to fight with all our might, but I didn't expect you to solve it so easily on your own."

"This is the legendary sword oil? Your unique potion system?"

Wigford's gaze fell on the silver sword that shimmered with a fluorescent blue light.

“Enhanced Construct Bio-Oil, a type of sword oil,” Erin nodded slightly and explained, “I recently encountered a golem, so I made some preparations.”

Vigfortz bent down and carefully examined the golem's smooth, mirror-like fracture, unable to help but admire it repeatedly.

"Your preparations are indeed far too thorough."

"If the people of the Risberg Civil Cooperative knew that their most expensive product had been neutralized by a potion, they would go crazy and kill them to cover it up."

With his keen eye, he could naturally see that Erin had defeated the golem, though it was thanks to his extraordinary growth in strength.

But the magical sword oil also played a crucial role.

Even Wigford believed that if speed wasn't a priority, a few well-trained knights could easily cripple a colossus with just a few bottles of sword oil.

Upon hearing this, Erin rolled her eyes: "Don't you think what we're doing now will make them kill us to cover their tracks?"

“That’s different,” Wigfordts shook his head slightly and stood up. “Not many people in the Reisburg Civil Cooperative care about Hen Gedimidis, but if a golem is given a fatal weakness, it will absolutely drive all the Reisburg people crazy.”

"The Risberg Civil Cooperative is nominally a sorcerer's organization, but in reality it is more like a chamber of commerce."

"They care more about money..."

As he spoke, Wigfordts murmured a few incantations.

A thunderous roar erupted, followed by several flashes of light.

Without any magical structure to support it, the golem's remains were shattered by lightning in the blink of an eye, and the smooth surfaces were severely damaged, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance.

"So it's best to deal with it."

Vigfortz took a slight breath, gave Erin a reliable and sincere smile, and said:
"It seems that all I can do to help the Son of Miracles is clean up the mess afterward, since I volunteered to be your teammate in place of Philippa Ehrert."

This was, of course, just a joke.

Ignoring the "prejudice" brought about by the plot of the original work in his previous life, Demon Source Vigfortz is definitely the best teammate he has ever teamed up with.

Not only do warriors and mages have different characteristics, but they also complement each other perfectly.

Wigford always manages to resolve all problems in a very comfortable way, taking into account details that are difficult to think of in a short time.

The journey was fraught with traps, yet the path was clear and unobstructed, but that's another story.

Before each battle, he would even preemptively cast a soundproof barrier and use soft stone spells to reduce the noise of the battle.

The next spell was one that Erin had never even heard of.

To put it bluntly, Wigford was practically his own right-hand man.

Even Vesemir couldn't compare to him, let alone some reckless fellow.

Along the way, Erin often thought that having a subordinate like Wigfordttz wouldn't be so bad.

Vigfortz coveted his status as the Child of Miracles, but the Child of Miracles is not of ancient blood and cannot steal talents by transferring bloodlines.

Could Vigfortz possibly steal the Witcher's Notebook?

What does he have to worry about?
(End of this chapter)