Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 646 The "Great Earthquake" That Lasted for a Month

The sorceress is always sleepy.

Sleep can slow down the flow of magical energy in the body, and make you forget the uncomfortable cold and heat in your lower abdomen. That life is being eroded little by little by chaotic magic, and transformed little by little into an inhuman anomaly.

Vera is a sorceress, and of course, she shares the common traits of all sorceresses.

However, since arriving at the Ring of Maidalui, she hasn't slept in late in the mornings for a long time.

There was probably no other woman in the room either.

“Tessaya, shouldn’t you be in Kaer Morhen, resurrecting your Hen Gedimidis?”

Vera sat on an oak stool, her arm supporting her forehead, gently massaging the soft flesh on the side of her forehead, and glanced at Tisaya de Veres opposite her with a headache.

Tissaya de Veres sat upright, sipping her steaming tea, head held high like a lady attending a social banquet.

“Watch your words, Vera,” Tissaya de Veris gently placed her glass on the table, glancing at Vera with displeasure. Steam rose from the rim of the glass, merging into the air. “Hen Gedimidis is not mine, and he’s alive and well, not dead, just severely injured…”

"It's been a month, and you still haven't woken up?" Vera asked back.

"Henry Gedimidis was indeed present during the first arrival of the Wild Hunt..."

“The third time!” Vera corrected. “The first time was in the floating harbor, the second time was in Elland, and the third time was in Ban Ad.”

“Alright, the third time it’s coming…” Tissaya de Veris shrugged, as if to say whatever she wanted.

The supernatural and secular worlds have different views on the Wild Hunt. The supernatural world—primarily referring to the Brotherhood—believes that the Awakening only happened once, when Hen Gedimidis led the warlocks in a counterattack.

It was after that incident that the Wild Hunt truly appeared on the playing table of all the forces in the Northern Continent, transforming from a highly unpredictable monster, like those attacked by griffins or dragons, into a "disaster" that posed a considerable threat to all forces.

Of course, this is the official statement from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers. In reality, it was fabricated by the radical faction led by Sunny, who wanted to assert their presence and highlight the importance of Ban Ade Academy after Henry Gedimidis was seriously injured.

Otherwise, a third time will come...

Listeners only care about which time it was the first time, and then the second time. By the time it was Ben Ade's turn, the attention had already greatly diminished.

With Henry Gedimidis critically injured and unconscious, and with Sunny having ulterior motives, Ben Ade needs more attention.

Dancers standing under the spotlight on stage are less likely to be harassed by thugs, even if the audience below the stage already knows what will happen to the dancers after they leave the stage.

However, even by worldly standards, the Wild Hunt's first arrival was not in the floating harbor, but in Elland...

“Henry Gedimidis was indeed severely injured during the third coming of the Wild Hunt,” Tissaya de Veris said. “The Wild Hunt was stronger than we had ever imagined, several times stronger. It not only nearly emptied Henry Gedimidis’s reserves of power over the years, but also truly damaged his very essence…”

"and……"

Tissaya de Verest paused, then said, "Henry Gedimidis is old..."

Vera was taken aback by what she heard, exchanged a glance with Tissaya de Veres, and fell silent.

Henri Gedimidis is old, as are Tissaya de Veres and Soy, who isn't?

Ottolan's Mandela Decoction can lock their appearance in their youngest and most beautiful moment, but the state of their bodies does not lie.

They need longer and longer sleeps each day, but often have difficulty falling asleep and need magical potions to help them.

Even a minor injury requires a longer recovery time.

The person in the mirror remains unchanged, but everything outside the mirror constantly reminds you that you are no longer young, that you are...

old.

“Ianna didn’t agree to use the Verdant Sigh, and I couldn’t persuade her…” Vera suddenly said out of the blue, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the parchment on the table, her gaze shifting from one sheet of paper filled with writing to another.

Tissaya de Veres paused for a moment, then sighed softly: "That's the choice Ianna would make. She's always been so stubborn, ever since she was little. Once she makes a choice, she never regrets it and never listens to anyone's advice."

“In recent years… she has become much gentler…”

“Yes, it’s much milder now…” Vera murmured, gazing at the bright sunlight outside the window.

Autumn had long since arrived, but the Ring of Maidalui still retained the last rays of summer, which the druids said was a gift from Mother Nature.

“Speaking of which, Ianna has never been close to me since she was little,” Tisaya de Veris gently picked up the ceramic teacup on the table, following Vera’s gaze to the lush, robust oak trees outside the window. “Back then, you just abandoned her in Aretusa and left her to her own devices. I was the one teaching her knowledge, manners, history, and rhetoric, trying to activate her magical talents…”

"In recent years, since that fight you and she had, this is also the longest we've spent together..."

"But unfortunately, there always seems to be a barrier between the little girl and me."

"She'd rather argue with you, her little face turning bright red with anger, than talk to me much..."

“Hahaha,” Vera chuckled softly, seemingly reminiscing about happy times in the past, then turned to look at Tisaya de Veres, whose expression was somewhat aggrieved, “Because you’re too serious and demanding, Tisaya…”

“When Ianna was still in Aretusa, every time I visited her, it always started with complaints about you… Of course, she always respected you and loved you…”

“I’ve never felt that way before,” Tissaya de Vera said, pursing her lips and looking directly into Vera’s eyes, her gaze pointed at her. “But I’m used to it by now…”

“Ianna wasn’t someone I raised; she’s the first girl to become estranged from me, and she won’t be the last…”

Vera remained silent.

She didn't know whether Tissaya de Veres was referring to Philippa Ehrhardt, who had parted ways with her after the rescue of Henry Gedimidis, or someone else entirely.

So he looked away somewhat awkwardly and changed the subject:
"Has Ban Ade been found?"

"Has not a single person from the Risberg Civil Partnership managed to contact Otolan?"

“No,” Tissaya de Veris seemed oblivious to Vera’s awkward expression, and gently shook her head. “But it should be soon. A few days ago, the Brotherhood of Sorcerers found Born Drummond, who was living in seclusion in the Wyvern Mountains, Narciss de la Roch from Novigrad, and a large group of sorcerers skilled in divination, performing ritual divination…”

"We've already made some progress..."

"but……"

Tissaya de Veres frowned and paused.

Vera pressed, "But what?"

Tissaya de Veres shook her head slightly: "It's nothing."

Although Tissaya de Vera didn't say it, Vera could roughly guess what it was.

During the month that Erin was "asleep," a massive earthquake struck almost every aspect of the northern continent.

The complete disappearance of the city of Ban Ade, along with all its inhabitants, horrified even the most powerful and well-informed groups. The impact was particularly significant on the Brotherhood of Sorcerers. After all, Hen Gedimidis and Ottolan were two of the five most powerful and influential sorcerers on the Northern Continent, standing at the pinnacle of their authority and influence within the Association of Talents and Skills and the Brotherhood of Sorcerers' Supreme Council.

The sudden disappearance of these two individuals is almost equivalent to half... or even more than half of the power of the most powerful supernatural organization on the Northern Continent vanishing without a trace...

It should be noted that Hen Gedimidis and the Ban Ad and Risberg Civil Cooperatives under Ottolan, along with Tissaya de Veris's Aretusa, are the three most powerful and influential factions within the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

All other extraordinary organizations are fundamentally different from these three.

Moreover, in extraordinary organizations, great power resides in the individual.

As far as Vera knew, almost all the kingdoms of the Northern Continent—Temoria, Redalia, the Henfors Alliance, Kovir, and Bovis—were eager to make a move.

Normally, sorcerers and secular nobles had close relations and frequent collaborations.

But this does not mean that sorcerers and secular nobles are intimately connected. On the contrary, the supernatural world and the secular world have always been at a delicate juncture—you are in me and I am in you, close to each other yet hostile to each other.

Which king wouldn't want complete control over the extraordinary power within his own country?
Which nobleman would prefer a sorcerer who is of humble origins but possesses extraordinary violence?

When rumors of witchers eating children first began circulating in Kadwin, the legends of sorcerers bathing in virgin blood and drinking from human skulls had already been around for centuries...

Where did these rumors come from?

Could it be those farmers and fishermen who are busy all day long and have no time to spare?
Not to mention, the sorcerer kingdoms of Sunny and Ottoran directly violated the boundaries between secular royal power and the transcendent world.

Before Ban Ade disappeared, the king and the nobles remained silent because they were truly magnanimous and happy to promote the diversification of power in the Northern Continent.
In addition...

Although the Warlock Brotherhood has always been dominant, the Northern Continent is not only home to warlocks.

Priests in temples large and small, folk healers, ritual masters from family traditions, and races whose intelligence is no less than that of humans, such as elves, dwarves, halflings, and shapeshifters...

Coincidentally, these extraordinary professions and races are almost all enemies of warlocks.

The Warlock Brotherhood was thrown into chaos almost immediately upon receiving the news.

The other two legendary mages of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, Narcissus de la Roch, were stationed in Novigrad, which was fine, but Born Drummond had gone into seclusion in the Wyvern Mountains. For the past month, most of the Brotherhood's affairs, especially decision-making, had been piled on Tissaya de Veris.

Fortunately, it's only been a month, and it's still early in the day.

Remote small countries may not have received the news yet, and major powers are also watching, preventing a conflict from breaking out immediately.

Although Tisaya de Veris was overwhelmed with problems, the situation was relatively stable, and she was able to find time to assist Hen Gedimidis in her recovery. Otherwise, not only would Tisaya de Veris not have had time to visit her at the Ring of Maidalui, but Vera herself would likely have been drawn into this massive vortex and unable to extricate herself.

After all, she was a sorcerer, and a rather famous sorcerer and alchemy master at that.

"But there's not much time..." Vera sighed softly to herself.

Just yesterday, the Free Spirits sent a message to Ida Emin, telling her that Aden had suppressed the rebellion in the country, and that Dol Brettanna's proclamation had once again posted the drafting law by lot.

With the domestic rebellion quelled, what was Aden's purpose in conscripting soldiers?
It would inevitably reignite the unfinished flames of war, completely igniting the conflict in Cordwin; Vera knew this without even needing to think carefully.

Furthermore, considering that even the only possible threat, Ban Ad, has disappeared within Cordwin...

Completely devastating... Vera could only think of this one adjective.

Of course, Vera didn't care whether it was a black unicorn or a golden-red arrow hovering over Cordwin, and it was none of her business that Aeden had completely taken over Cordwin.

but……

Will Temuria and Redalia just stand by and watch?
Pulled around and moved the whole body.

What would happen to the Warlock Brotherhood if Temuria and Redalia got involved?
Where should the Wolf School go from here?
And there's Arryn, the Wild Hunt...

“It will be good when Hen Gedimidis wakes up. He may be old, but he is still Hen Gedimidis…” Vera patted Tissaya de Veris on the shoulder, and could only comfort her in this way.

Tissaya de Veres shook her head slightly, without saying a word, and it was unclear what she meant.

The room fell silent.

Tissaya de Vera and Vera each looked in different directions, their eyes vacant and lost in thought.

"Tap tap tap~"

At that moment, hurried footsteps came from outside.

"Mentor! Mentor!" Mary called out, panting, "Eirin's awake! Erin's awake!"

Erin is awake!

"Crack~"

Vera abruptly stood up from the oak chair, instinctively snapped her fingers, and the door opened by itself.

“Mentor, Erin is awake, do you want to… wait! Ms. Tessia…”

After Mary rushed into the house, she paused and stopped when she saw Tissaya de Veres.

"Good morning, Mary."

Tissaya de Veres nodded slightly, a smile playing on her lips, and greeted her.

“Marie, you go and inform the others first. I have some things to discuss with Tisaya.” Vera winked at Mary, who then gave Tisaya de Veres a brief bow before quietly leaving.

Seeing that Vera had no intention of taking her to visit Erin, Tissaya de Veris also showed no unusual reaction and asked:

"How is Erin's injury healing?"

"Not bad." Vera's expression was a little unnatural, and her words were brief.

“That’s good,” Tissaya de Veris nodded. “I’m all done here, you should go check on Erin…”

She rose from her seat, said a brief farewell, and then waved her hand to summon a portal inside the room.

"Tap tap tap~"

Vera breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the crisp sound of footsteps.

Tissaya de Veres stopped just as she was about to step into the portal:

"Vera, don't you have anything to say to me?"

(End of this chapter)