Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 613 Odin——

The gallery remained quiet for a long time, with the people in the picture frames silently staring at the people inside.

“I don’t quite understand,” Wigfordts frowned, exchanging a glance with Lydia van Bradwater. “You mean, you leave behind to make a scene and distract the wizards and guards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative, while we leave with Hen Gedmiddis?”

Erin nodded.

"Why?" Wigfordts asked, puzzled.

"Although I hate to admit it, Lydia is indeed the most suitable person to stay."

"She stayed behind to make a commotion and attract the attention of the guards and the wizard, which was certainly dangerous."

"But with a little care, you can avoid maiming or killing any of the guards."

"Even if she gets caught in the end, Sunny and Ottolan won't do anything to her; at most, they'll lock her up for a few days."

“Once Hen Gedimidis wakes up, recovers, and regains control of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers and Ban Ad, we can bring her back by paying a ransom.”

"On the contrary, I am very likely to be killed by him in his anger because I have completely offended him."

"As for you..."

Vigfort paused, then gently shook his head:
"Aerin, are you a witcher, or a wolf-style witcher whom Sunny despises the most?"

“When it comes to killing you, not a single person in the city of Ban Ade will hesitate for even a moment.”

"If we also take into account the existence of Ottoran..."

"Eirin, you'll suffer a fate worse than death!"

Lydia van Bradwater's usual mask-like smile now carried a hint of sincerity and emotion, perhaps because of Erin's suggestion.

“Erin,” she whispered, “Wigger is right. In every respect, I am the most suitable person.”

“Tessaya de Veris protects every sorceress; Sunny and Ottoran dare not do anything to me at this time…”

Lydia van Bradwater did not say anything more, because Erin had already untied the belt around his waist and gently placed the black-clothed Hen Gedimidis on the gallery floor.

"It's not because I want to be that hero, but because I have to..."

Erin shook his head slightly, stood up, looked at Lydia van Bradwater, and then at Wigfordtez, whose expression was inscrutable:

"As you may have guessed, those skeleton knights in the sky are coming for me, and they have already locked onto me."

He pointed to the "night" on his face: "No amount of disguise can hide this kind of lock."

"What if something unexpected happens on the way out, or even if we manage to leave Ban Ade and end up in the open fields outside the city..."

"If I don't make it through the portal in time, the Wild Hunt will definitely catch up. Even if I manage to get through the portal and return to Kaer Morhen, I won't be able to escape. Instead, I'll implicate everyone."

"Henry Gedimidis and I are destined not to leave Ben Ade at the same time."

"so……"

Erin shrugged slightly: "How about I cover for your operation? At least the mission to rescue Henry Gedimidis can be completed smoothly."

Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater both fell silent upon hearing this, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Wild Hunt...is there no other way?" Vigfortz's expression was grim. "We also have some ways to hide..."

Erin shook his head slightly and pointed to Henry Gedimidis on the ground: "Instead of worrying about my safety, you should think about how to get him out of Ban Ade. Do you need to remove the Demon-Suppressing Shackles?"

“No need,” Vigfordts shook his head gently. “The Demon-Suppressing Golden Shackles are on Hen Gedimidis’s hands, and they’re wrapped in Demon-Hidden Black Cloth. It might be a little uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it and it won’t affect your combat…”

Erin nodded slightly: "Then let's not delay. Once we've determined the route, let's set off as soon as possible."

"correct……"

Erin opened the reagent bag, took out an empty bottle, and handed it to Wigford: "Take this with you."

Wigfordts instinctively took it and glanced at it: "What is this?"

“One of you will help me find your way,” Erin smiled. “You don’t really think I’m going to sacrifice myself just to save a wizard, do you?”

“You’ve always said that I am the future of this world. The future will not disappear because of the life or death of a male wizard, even if that male wizard is Hen Gedimidis.”

"You go ahead, I'll be there shortly."

"Of course, after leaving Ban Ade, you don't need to wait for me for too long. Once you reach a location where spatial fluctuations won't be detected, teleport back to Kaer Morhen in time."

Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater exchanged another glance, then opened their mouths as if to say something.

They stared at each other for a long time without saying a word, silently carrying Henry Gedimidis on their backs while discussing their escape route.

"Boom~"

The ceiling trembled and shook off some dust amidst several muffled explosions.

After Wigford and Lydia van Bradwater briefly discussed and came up with a few simple solutions, they packed up and set off.

Wiegolford's hand was already on the gallery doorknob, but he paused, turned around, and asked:
"Attracting the guarding sorcerer requires making a big commotion. Do you need to...?"

Erin gently shook his head, interrupting Wiggerts, and said meaningfully:
"Don't worry, I'll make a big commotion..."

"So much so that... no one will care about your whereabouts anymore..."
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After Lydia van Bradwater and Wigoffts left the gallery, they didn't go far. They remained in the Upper Town, near a clock tower not far from the gallery.

Because it was deserted due to the war, and because it was located in the center of the upper city, protected by the Vivaldi Bank of the Dwarfs, the Ban Ade Grand Theatre, and the city center market, it was spared the ravages of the war and remained quite intact and safe.

At the same time, it is well-connected in all directions, allowing for unimpeded travel in any direction within the city.

Of course, more importantly...

The clock tower is neither too close nor too far from Lydia van Bradwater's gallery.

You can see everything happening around the gallery from the clock tower, but you're less likely to be affected by the "big commotion" that the Witcher talks about.

Do you believe what he said?

Lydia van Bradwater's gaze traced the handsome, rugged profile of Wiegfortz in the dim shadows.

"Believe in what?" Wigfordt's gaze pierced through the small square window of the tower, fixed on the direction of the gallery, without turning around.

“Able to create a huge commotion, and…” Lydia van Bradwater paused, “…to leave Ban Ad alive…”

Wigford looked back and tugged at the heavy Henry Gedimidis on his back.

He was, after all, just a male wizard, not a witcher. No matter how light an old man's weight was, it was still a burden that was hard to ignore for him.

“Since he left Kaer Morhen at the beginning of the year, he’s caused quite a stir, so much so that when the news reached Ban Ade, no one believed it.” Lydia van Bradford nodded, but after a long while, she still hadn’t received an answer to her other question:

"And what about the next question?"

Wigfordtze did not answer, as if he were completely absorbed in her little gallery and could not hear any noise.

Lydia van Bradwater then knew the answer.

Even Moyuan, who had always been full of confidence in young demon hunters, lost his confidence at this moment.

Yes!

Children of miracles can indeed create miracles, but they are not omnipotent.

"The Gluttonous King" Haxor wielded immense power, but he was merely a mortal king; the hordes of demons were difficult to resist, but he could escape at any time on horseback; his subjugation of the Great Griffin was unprecedented, but even two master witchers, though unable to subdue it, could kill it; as for banishing the evil god, it wasn't a successfully descended one, not to mention the Elland army, the priestess Meritelli, and the witch Eretusa helping him share the burden of the cannibalistic creatures...

Looking at Erin's miracles, none of them were entirely impossible.

But what's going on now...?

Sunny, Ban Ad, Otoland, Risberg Civil Partnership, Wild Hunt...

Each one of them is a rare and powerful extraordinary person and force on the continent.

Even the weakest of the Sunnis were members of the High Council of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers. Before all this happened, he was the recognized successor to Hen Gedimidis in the High Council and the Association of Talents and Skills.

His academic achievements are undoubtedly outstanding, but his personal abilities are also by no means weak.

Not to mention Ottoran, who is a member of the Supreme Council and the Association of Talents and Skills, and the legendary Wild Hunt, whose origins are unknown.

How can we possibly survive?
Lydia van Bradwater pondered the whole way, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Perhaps he could exploit the animosity between the Wild Hunt and Ben Ade, the Lisberg Civil Cooperative, or even the rift between Ottoland and Sunny, but even if he exploited it to the fullest extent, so what?

Will this allow him to escape smoothly from the three factions?
Lydia van Bradwater shook her head inwardly, a sense of pessimism creeping into her heart.

"Since I've known you, I've never seen you care about other men like this before..."

Wigfordt's voice suddenly rang out, causing Lydia van Bradwater to abruptly raise her head and meet Wigfordt's thoughtful gaze. She quickly offered her explanation:
“Vigor, I…”

“It doesn’t matter, Lydia,” Wigfordts waved his hand, his tone calm. “We talked about it from the beginning. Maybe it’s because of my mother who abandoned me, or maybe it’s because of that woman who came before you and played with my feelings, or maybe it’s both. But none of that matters, none of that matters.”

"The end result is that I hate women, Lydia, I hate women instinctively, physiologically, and psychologically..."

"So don't mistake the reflection on the lake for the stars in the night sky, Lydia."

"Feelings don't always align, and you are free, always free."

Lydia's expression calmed down, and she gently shook her head without saying a word.

Vigfortz gazed silently at the sorceress who had been with him for years and was still as beautiful and dazzling as ever, before turning his gaze back to the direction of the gallery.

"Don't worry, Miracle Child, Lydia."

"To me, no one is more important than him..."

He subconsciously shifted his body slightly, straightening the somewhat swaying Henry Gedimidis, as if weighing and measuring some kind of value and weight.

"So he will live on, and he must live on!"
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"boom!"

A huge rock shot up from the mouth of the ancient well and crashed heavily onto the charred and overturned chimney, causing the already brittle structure to collapse with a roar, sending up clouds of smoke and dust.

Protected by a verdant ellipsoidal magical barrier, Sunny leaped out of the ancient well with a cold expression, observing the chaotic, dilapidated, and tragic scene around him, his eyes growing increasingly stern.

"Step~"

"Step~"

"Step~"

Miguel, along with several other male wizards, emerged from the well, panting heavily.

"Can you find any trace?" Sunny asked expressionlessly.

One of the male wizards, his black robes soaked with sweat as if he had just been pulled from the water, immediately stepped forward, surveyed his surroundings, chanted a few incantations, and then gently shook his head:
"The magical environment is too chaotic, the fiery elemental energy is too dominant, and the clues have been severely damaged..."

"Can we find it?" Sunny asked again, his face expressionless.

The wizard hesitated, then, trembling under Sunny's gaze, shook his head again: "Master Shaquille should be able to, perhaps..."

Sunny waved his hand to interrupt, his expression turning even worse.

At this time.

Miguel's ears twitched slightly, his body turned to the east, and he reached out and grabbed a dark purple ball of light that was hurtling towards him along the ground.

Sunny followed his gaze and looked over.

“Aside from the mage tower in the academy, Wiggoffetz didn’t own any properties in Ban Ade,” Miguel shook his head slightly. “However, Lydia van Bradwater does have an art gallery in the upper town.”

“Where?” Sunny pressed.

After Miguel looked up and determined where everyone was, he pointed eastward in a direction where the upper city was relatively well-preserved.

"Right there, on the street where Old Tom's grocery store is..."

Before Miguel could finish speaking, Sunny rushed in the direction he was pointing, but stopped abruptly after running only a short distance.

It wasn't just Sunny, nor just Miguel and the other wizards around him, including Ban Ade.

Even Ottoran and the Wild Hunt Renagins in the sky suddenly stopped fighting during a clash, simultaneously controlling their skeletal horses and genetically modified monsters to halt and look down at the ruined new city of Cordwin.

Silence still enveloped the surroundings, even the leaves remained motionless.

Time seemed to stand still for the entire Ban Ade.

But the wooden door of an inconspicuous gallery in the Upper East Side opens when everything is frozen in time.

"Squeak~"

Amidst the groaning of the wooden door, a figure slowly emerged.

Bathed in the glow of the golden magical barrier beside him, he looked up at the sky, then opened his mouth wide and roared:

"Odin!"

(End of this chapter)