Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 640 I was the first one here!

Francesca Fantaby instinctively let go to catch it.

Her lovebird immediately took flight, soaring through the narrow gaps between the lush green leaves and disappearing into the sky.

The desolate woodland fell silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently as another lovebird slowly landed on Francesca Fantaby's slender, pale index finger.

The little head tilted and gently tapped the back of her hand, urging her on.

Francesca Fantaby glanced back, met the gaze of Margarita Laux Antillér, who was panting and looking up, and then looked away without making a sound.

After exchanging a glance with Ada Emin, Vera, and Vesemir, and uttering the nonsense "Ayrin's lovebird...", he took a deep breath, raised his index finger, and pressed the lovebird's beak against his forehead, where his dark golden hair was disheveled.

The desolate woodland was even quieter.

Ada Emin leaned against the trunk of a deciduous maple tree, seemingly unconcerned, but her gaze kept drifting to the figure to one side.

Wigofferts, Vesemir, Dante, and Jerón Mollu stared intently.

Vera and Mary, standing close together, clenched their dirty fists, their delicate skin covered in mud and moss, and nervously watched Francesca Fantaby's thin red lips, fearing that some unfortunate news might come out of her mouth at any moment.

"Eirin is still alive!"

Francesca Fantaby knew what everyone was concerned about, and her first words upon opening her eyes calmed everyone's tense and flustered mood.

A joyful smile curved her thin, beautiful lips, and she continued:
"The letter said that he was now on the old road between Temuria, Bruges and Amelia."

"Let me see!" Vera, supported by Mary, walked over quickly.

Francesca Fantaby looked at the sorceress's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, glanced at Mary who was supporting the sorceress's right arm, nodded, and gently placed the lovebird in the sorceress's left palm.

Vera couldn't wait any longer and immediately touched her forehead with the crystal-clear beak of the lovebird.

“It’s definitely Erin,” Vera, who had been cold, serious, and unapproachable the whole way, seemed to suddenly melt away her icy expression and smiled warmly. “Erin didn’t leave much information in the Lovebirds, and the mental fluctuations are indeed the frequency of Erin’s mental fluctuations.”

"He was conscious and sent out the lovebirds of his own free will."

"It's probably just that they're temporarily stuck in Bruges for some reason, or they've suffered a minor injury, but it's not too serious."

“Let me think. The old road between Brugge and Amelia, I have the coordinates of the portal on a hill outside Maripo.”

"Buy a few horses in Maripo, and you can reach the old road in a day..."

“I’ll do it,” Ada Emin said. “I’ve been to Brugge, but it’s been a while, and I need some time to think back.”

“That’s even better,” Vera nodded. “It’s certainly better if the portal coordinates are in Bruges…”

Everyone in the desolate woodland breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mentor, can I also see the biography..."

"Ms. Vera, could you please return my lovebird?"

Just as Mary gently tugged at Vera's sleeve, Francesca Fantaby suddenly spoke up and politely asked for the lovebird.

The desolate woods, which had just become somewhat noisy because of the news that Ailin was safe, immediately fell silent for a moment, and then became noisy again as if nothing had happened.

However, everyone seemed to be paying attention to an area in the desolate woods where the number of female sorcerers was excessive.

Amidst the deliberate noise of the crowd, Mary frowned and turned to look at Francesca Fantaby.

Two sorceresses who had almost never crossed paths, even when Francesca Fantaby and Ida Emin came to Kaer Morhen to sign the covenant, suddenly met each other's eyes.

Francesca Fantaby's face, not covered in mud and grime, flushed crimson, but she met Marie's equally blue eyes with unwavering clarity, her aquamarine gaze meeting hers.

The smell of burning dwarf gunpowder began to rise.

“Tsk tsk, your good child…” Ida Emin’s gloating voice reached Vera’s ears, “Which one do you prefer as your child’s partner?”

"Calculate your portal coordinates!" Vera rolled her eyes slightly, ignoring the question in her mind.

She tossed the lovebird to Mary expressionlessly, and before Mary's face could show any excitement, she said to Francesca Fantaby, "Let Mary read it, then I'll give it back to you."

Mary's face stiffened.

Francesca Fantaby looked at the crystal bird in Mary's hand, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

However, she did not refute it, but simply nodded slightly: "Yes, Ms. Vera."

Then, with those cold blue eyes, he stared straight at Mary.

Mary pouted, glancing at Vera with a hint of hesitation. But under Vera's even colder gaze and the professor's imposing presence, she murmured something to herself and pressed the beak of the lovebird to her forehead.

Dante and Vesemir exchanged a meaningful glance.

When Erin's whereabouts and fate were still uncertain, there were some frictions between Francesca Fantaby and Mary, but the main issue was who could endure more, persevere more, and complete this seemingly long and boundless arduous journey.

But now that Erin's fate and whereabouts are known, the conflict arising from the ownership of the lovebirds immediately erupted.

Mary is reading a letter.

While waiting for Ada Emin to recall the portal coordinates, the group, now relaxed, started chatting in small groups.

“I’m sorry, Vigfortz, we really misunderstood you,” Vesemir said apologetically, patting the wizard who reeked of sweat from days of travel. “I apologize for Arestor’s words and actions…”

“It’s alright…” Vigforts waved his hand. “Master Aristotle’s concerns are legitimate and understandable. As long as Erin is alright, that’s all that matters.”

Vesemir nodded.

“Ailin is really something,” Dante said, lifting his sword belt and smiling easily before changing the subject. “After completing the mission, instead of coming back immediately, he actually ran all the way from Ban Ade to Brugge and Soden.”

"But then again, how did Erin manage to travel such a long distance from Ban Ad to Brugge in just a few days?"

"Could it be that the great griffin's egg has already hatched?"

It's an answer even more bizarre than the Great Griffin, one you could never imagine in your entire life... Vigfort remained silent, muttering to himself.

However, he was also very interested in why the Child of Miracles had crossed almost the entire northern continent to reach Brooke, a kingdom near the tree spirits of Temuria.

In addition...

"And why did Ban Ad suddenly disappear?" Dante asked again. "It's not like the whole city was completely destroyed; it's more like someone suddenly moved a stone from the ground to another place."

“Do you understand what I mean, Vesemir? Ban Ade is that rock…”

“Once we see Erin, we should ask him…” Vesemir shrugged. “He’ll surely be able to give you an answer.”

Deep down, he also harbored doubts about the sudden disappearance of the great city of Ban Ade.

He remembered that Erin had once analyzed that Ban Ade was a shield for the entire northern continent, especially Kaer Morhen, drawing the Wild Hunt's attacks.

This is also one of the reasons why Erin accepted the mission of Tissaya de Veris to rescue Hen Gedimidis; the Wolf School needed a stable and powerful enough Ban Ad to draw aggro in front of them.

But now, Ban Ade, the one who attracted the Wild Hunt's hatred, has suddenly disappeared.

Could the Wild Hunt's hatred be drawn to Kaer Morhen as a result? Vesemir frowned almost imperceptibly, intending to ask Arryn privately when he found him.

"I wonder what Hen Gedimidis will think when he wakes up and finds that Ban Ade has suddenly disappeared?" After a few words of casual conversation, Dante suddenly chuckled slyly, somewhat gleefully.

Vesemir's attention was also drawn to Dante's words, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Rescuing Henry Gedimidis was a last resort; who wouldn't want their archenemy, the sorcerer Ben Ade, to live in even worse condition and cause more trouble?

and many more……

Vesemir suddenly thought of a question.

Besides Dean Hen Gedimidis, does Ban Ade have any other male wizards now?

After reading the lovebird's short letter, Mary opened her eyes to find Francesca Fantaby standing before her. Even she had to admire her beautiful blue eyes and her even more charming and perfect face.

This made Mary feel even worse.

She stroked the smooth, delicate texture of the lovebird, her fingertips tracing the patterns from the tips of its crystal wings, across its trembling, slender neck, its small head, and its beak.

Francesca Fantaby clearly noticed her subtle movements as well. Her tired brows furrowed delicately as she looked at her coldly, her eyes filled with wariness and disgust as she silently urged her on.

What are you wary of? And what do you find repulsive?
Are you worried I'll steal the lovebird? Do you find my fingers disgusting as they trace the lines between you and the lovebird?

Mary wanted to question him loudly.

The lovebird was given to me by Erin first; it was just lent to you, no, it was just lent to Ada Emin.

I!
I was the first one here!
Francesca Fantaby remained silent, shifting her gaze to Vera, who was intently looking at Ida Emin.

"Give it to her when you're done reading, Mary."

"But I don't want to..."

"give her!"

"Let me first..."

"Give it to her, Margarita Laux Antillie!"

Vera turned around, looked at Mary expressionlessly, and spoke very softly.

The sorceress, who had been called by her full name by her mentor, trembled and dared not hold onto the lovebird any longer. Biting her lower lip, she reluctantly handed the lovebird to Francesca Fantaby.

"Thank you." Francesca Fantaby said politely, though her expression was blank.

Mary bit her lower lip until it bled.

Francesca Fantaby picked up the lovebird, but couldn't lift it.

Three slender, pale fingers pinched the lovebird.

Francesca Fantaby looked up at the human sorceress whose face was full of resentment.

“Remember, elf, only the lovebird…” Mary gave the elven sorceress a deep look, said something abruptly, and then released her fingers.

Francesca Fantaby successfully took the crystal-clear lovebird and held it in her palm.

"All right!"

Just then, Ada Emin let out a long breath and waved her right hand.

"Boom~"

An orange-red portal appeared in the middle of the desolate woodland.

"Who do you plan to go in first?" Ada Emin looked at Mary, who was closest to the portal, and then at Francesca Fantaby.

Mary didn't say a word and walked straight into the portal without looking back.

Francesca Fantaby glanced almost imperceptibly at Mary's retreating figure, then gripped the lovebird in her hand even tighter, the veins on the back of her fair hand becoming visible.

"Of course, it's not just lovebirds..."

Francesca Fantaby thought to herself as she followed Vera into the portal.
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In the afternoon, the sun was blazing.

Carriages and travelers moved slowly along the old road.

After the news of the lockdown of Bruges spread throughout the old road, the merchants, vendors, and travelers, realizing that complaining and cursing were pointless, slowly headed towards their respective destinations after another half morning of complaining and cursing.

After settling the journey expenses with the caravan leader, Vincenta and Colin bought a stretcher made of clean linen and a few wooden sticks and carefully carried Erin to the side of the old road, under the shade of a lush oak tree.

Then, the gauze covering Erin's eyes was slightly trimmed, leaving a small gap so that the Witcher could observe the outside world.

This wasn't Erin's suggestion; rather, it was Vinsenna's concern that the newly awakened Witcher might be bored or, due to the sudden loss of his sight, become anxious and affect his mood.

However, the latter is definitely impossible for Erin.

Upon hearing that he had not lost his sight, he was relieved and, despite the increased fatigue caused by the emotional strain of the lovebirds delivering messages, he tried his best to stay awake and wait for Vera's arrival.

Of course, it could also be Francesca Fantaby and Ida Emin.

Either is acceptable.

Ada Emin also possesses exceptional teleportation skills.

To be honest, although the technology of the portals was not much different, and Ada Emin was even more skilled at it, Erin still hoped that Vera would come.

This at least proves that Wigfordts delivered Hen Gedimidis completely out of Ban Ade and back to Kaer Morhen.

As for being bored because the gauze blocked his vision, that's even more impossible.

Ever since he introduced himself inside the carriage, Geralt's father, Colin, like Arryn's most devoted fan, either excitedly asked questions via telepathic mental fluctuations or recounted his great achievements to the completely ignorant Vinsena.

The mistress of the Ring of Maid was stunned, glancing at Erin and Colin with disbelief and suspicion from time to time.

of course.

Her suspicions were indeed correct.

Arlin didn't know when he had single-handedly stood guard at the gates of Elland, single-handedly annihilating ten thousand demon spirits; he didn't know when a flock (at least fifty) of griffins he had subdued had appeared in the back mountains of Kaer Morhen; and he didn't know when he had been granted the title of Earl by the Duke of Elland...

The rumors are outrageous.

However, it has indeed made a name for itself, and a very prominent one at that.

So after correcting the errors in the rumors one by one, Vincent and Colin inevitably asked the same question—

"What monster injured you like this? Has another evil god appeared in Temuria?"

Erin didn't have time to answer.

The old road, where the flow of people was gradually thinning out, was suddenly disturbed by a commotion that drew the attention of Vincenta and Colin.

(End of this chapter)