Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 647 A Different Kind of Natural Inspiration!

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

Vera remained silent, looking down at the dust dancing in the sunlight.

Tissaya de Veris sighed softly: "Ayrin's armor has been repaired and will be delivered next week after I enchant it."

"cost……"

Tissaya de Veres waved her hand to interrupt: "The fee has already been included in the commission."

Without waiting for Vera's reply, she gently shook her head, turned around, and walked into the portal.

"Boom~"

The portal closed in the center of the wooden house and disappeared.

Vera stared blankly at the spot where the portal had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.
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"You slept for a really long time, Erin!"

The Danti people were still outside when their cheerful voices rang out.

"Squeak~"

After the wooden door was pushed open, three witchers, Dante, Vesemir, and Jerón Morlu, walked in together. They were the first guests to visit after Francesca Fantaby and Mary left.

After all, it was still early, and warlocks, regardless of gender, mostly had the habit of sleeping in late.

Unlike other witchers, the most powerful weapon of a witcher is their body, not their sword. They need to be constantly honed to prevent it from rusting when they are not on a mission, so that they will not die unexpectedly when they are on a mission.

Dante, Vesemir, and Jerón Mollu were all wearing workout shirts, their chests and backs soaked with sweat, clearly indicating they had just finished a fairly intense workout.

"I never expected it to take this long; a month has passed without me even realizing it..."

Ailin gave a bitter smile and subconsciously tried to prop himself up, but he felt a dull pain, weakness, and powerlessness throughout his body.

“You’ve only just woken up. Ms. Ada said you need more time to recover,” Jerome Morley said quickly, helping Erin up. “But your injuries are almost healed…”

“Thank you, that sounds like good news.” Erin nodded slightly to Jerome Morru and thanked him.

"That's certainly good news!" Dante said exaggeratedly, his right hand resting on a wooden table that looked as if it had been cleaved directly from an oak tree. "The long-bearded men of the Ring of Maidal were stunned when they first saw you, exclaiming that the Witcher's regenerative abilities were even stronger than those of a brown bear."

“I told them that not all witchers are this exaggerated, and then stopped a few old guys who wanted to dissect you and look at your structure.”

“Danti, don’t portray us, the Ring of Maidalui, as mad sorcerers of the Risberg Civil Cooperative,” a clear, sweet voice came from outside, sounding displeased. “Edes and Erni meant no harm; they were just momentarily surprised.”

Red-haired Visena led Colin in. Strangely, despite it being so early in the morning, both of them looked travel-worn, dressed in leather armor suitable for long journeys. Colin even had a sword hanging at his waist, as if they had just returned from a trip.

"It's just an exaggeration, nothing more." Dante wasn't embarrassed when his host discovered he was making fun of the druids of the Ring of Maidal. He laughed a few times, went up to Colin, and gave him a big hug.

It was clear that Danti had become quite good friends with Colin and Vincent during that month.

"Just got back?" Danti released Colin and asked curiously, "Did you find the Black Dragon?"

As Erin was helped to lean against the headboard by Jerome Morru, he immediately perked up his ears.

“It’s just fake news…” Colin waved his hand, looking helpless. “What the farmer saw was a large rock that looked like a black dragon. The dragon hunting team organized by Brugge made a wasted trip. They haven’t found a single trace of it in all this time. There are rumors that King Brugge is planning to disband the dragon hunting team.”

“Hahaha,” Dante glanced at Erin, then laughed heartily and patted Colin on the shoulder, “I told you, there’s no such thing as a black dragon in this world…”

“Who says otherwise?” Colin shook his head. “Only Brugge saw the black dragon. Amelia was locked down for several days because she received a message from Brugge.”

"It is said that the King of Soden (Amelia is the capital of Soden) and the King of Bruges have a great deal of conflict over this matter, and the envoy from Temuria to mediate is already on his way."

"The news that the Dragon Hunting Group is going to disband is also due to this, but it is most likely true."

Dante nodded, patted Colin on the shoulder, and offered a few words of comfort.

At this moment, Vincent had already walked to the bedside.

“Ms. Visena…” Erin nodded politely in greeting.

Vinsenna nodded gracefully, and seeing that Ida Emin and Vera had not yet arrived, she simply greeted them and sat down to check on Erin's recovery.

Everyone else quieted down as a result.

Arlin obediently spread his hands, then suddenly remembered the druid who had predicted Francesca Fantaby would be in a coma for over a month before she left, and couldn't help but ask:
"Ms. Vincent, why have I been unconscious for so long?"

"Huh? You didn't know?" Vincenta looked up in surprise.

“Uh…” Erin paused, “Should I know?”

“I’m sorry, let me talk to him,” said Vesemir, his face slightly flushed and looking somewhat embarrassed. “Ayrin only recently passed the Mountain Trial and hasn’t yet completed the full Travel Trial…”

“No need, I can explain,” Vinsena said, giving Vesemir a meaningful look before explaining to Erin, “The Ring of Maidalui, or rather all the Rings of Druids, are sanctuaries blessed by Mother Nature.”

"When any living being enters the sanctuary, they may be called by Mother Nature, especially the first time, and especially when they are seriously injured, unconscious, and their willpower is weak..."

Seriously injured and unconscious, with a weak will—that perfectly describes me right now… Erin thought to himself.

However, after being in a coma for a whole month... he couldn't help but ask, "Seriously injured and comatose for a month, wouldn't that...?"

"You won't starve to death?" Vinsena smiled. "Not everyone stays in a coma for a month. Generally, most people are only in a day. The longest I know of is a week. You are the first person in the history of the Ring of Maidalui to sleep for a month..."

"As for whether they will starve to death, those who accept the call are protected by Mother Nature, they will not feel hunger, nor will they be attacked by wild beasts..."

"However, if one unexpectedly encounters an unfavored monster, one's life may be in danger. If the injuries are too severe and no one treats them, they will also die..."

"Of course, there are druids patrolling within each druid ring, so it is normally safe."

"Is it really that amazing...?" Upon hearing this, Erin subconsciously looked at Vesemir.

The blush that had just faded from Vesemir's face returned. He coughed twice and explained:
"That's what natural calling is, that's right."

“Normally, during the first year of the Trial of Travel, before reaching the Ring of the Druids, one is instructed by a Witcher mentor, but…”

Vesemir did not continue.

Under the strange looks from Danti and Jerón Morlü, Vesemir felt somewhat aggrieved.

Under normal circumstances, that's certainly the case.

But normally, the exploration trials are planned by the Witcher mentors...

The key issue is that Erin isn't acting normally!

What kind of Witcher manages to cause so much trouble in their first year of the Mountain Trials? Is this how a Witcher mentor plans their path?
Vesemir felt that he had been led by the nose by Erin for the past year, with the Wild Hunt, the Source of Magic, and the Evil God appearing from time to time. There was no point in talking about a path; it was already difficult enough to just survive.

And who knows why Vera accepted Vincent's invitation?
“Hehehe…” Dante chuckled gloatingly. “I don’t know about the other Witcher mentors, but Hughes, Bont, and Fred know these ‘basic’ supernatural knowledge.”

“The Griffin School is the same.” Jerón Morú said expressionlessly, but Vesemir’s face turned even redder.

Jerón Morlü looks honest, but he's actually quite wicked... Erin looked at Vesemir's expression and found it somewhat amusing.

However, he didn't tease her any further. Instead, he thought for a moment and carefully chose his words before asking, "What will those who are inspired by nature receive?"

“Usually, it will transform into a tree, a blade of grass, or some low-intelligence natural creature within the Druid's Circle…” Vinsenna asked casually, while examining the creature, “Ayrin, what did you transform into?”

“An oak tree…” Erin remained expressionless, but his mind was deeply shaken.

It's not a prophecy!

Natural inspiration is not prophecy!

No wonder no one seemed curious at all. Only Vincent asked casually, "Yeah, what's so interesting about turning into a tree?"

But I didn't become anything!
Why? ! !
Why is my natural calling so different?

Is it due to the unstable power of prophecy? Or is it due to Mother Nature?
……

“What Dante said isn’t entirely wrong,” after a while, Vinsenna shook her head gently and sighed after finishing her examination. “No warlock could refuse to study a body like yours, not even if they were druids.”

"Ms. Vincent, what you're saying is making me a little scared," Erin said, calming herself down and cracking a joke.

Vinsenna shook her head slightly, stood up, and asked with some curiosity, "With your physique and the rich experience praised by bards, Erin, what kind of monster injured you so badly?"

“The Amel Mountains have long been hollowed out by the dwarves of Mahakam. We (the Ring of Mahinardrui) also often have people training in the Amel Mountains, so there shouldn't be any powerful monsters inhabiting there…”

"Could it be a black dragon?" Colin interjected, equally interested in the question. "A god-slayer slaughtering a giant dragon would be quite fitting."

Vesemir, Dante, Jerón Morru, Arryn—the muscles of all the Witchers present tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Erin glanced discreetly at Vesemir, who was standing behind everyone else.

Vesemir shook his head slightly, which gave Erin some confidence.

"Black dragon? What black dragon?"

He asked, bewildered.

Colin explained briefly that they had been blocked on the old road because of the legend of the black dragon appearing in Bruge, and there was also a dragon-slaying notice posted at the gate of Bruge...

“How could that be…” Erin denied. “If the opponent really was a legendary black dragon, there’s no way I could have survived…”

"As for the god-slayers..."

Arlin shook his head helplessly, glanced at Vesemir, and explained:
"That's just an exaggeration based on hearsay. It's not actually an evil god, but a monster formed by the fusion of an evil god's descent ritual and a monster's lair."

"And it was Vesemir and I who fought it together, along with the priests of the Meriteli Temple, the warriors of Elland, and the sorceresses of Eretusa who held off a large number of ghouls..."

"I was just closer to the initiation ceremony, seized the opportunity to find the weakness of the evil god's ritual, and delivered the final blow."

"Is that so?" Colin was taken aback. This seemed quite different from the rumors he had heard.

“Of course,” Erin nodded slightly, “I’m just an ordinary witcher from the Wolf School who recently passed the trials…”

"Cough cough~"

A sudden, violent coughing fit interrupted him.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Dante coughing. The expressions of Vesemir and Jerón Morlu were also rather strange.

Ordinary Witcher... Erin?
"Sorry, I choked a little." Dante's face was flushed red.

Vincent and Colin didn't notice anything unusual about the others. Instead, they asked a few questions with concern before getting back to the main topic.

“That’s still quite an achievement,” Vinsenna said gently. “Ordinary monster lairs are difficult to deal with, let alone one that’s fused with the séance of an evil god.”

"Since the bards sing your praises, the priests of the Temple of Meliteri, the warriors of Elland, and the sorceresses of Eretusa must all acknowledge your contribution in exorcising the evil god..."

“That’s right, that’s right,” Colin agreed readily, then eagerly inquired about the details of exorcising the evil god, even going so far as to exorcise the demon spirits in Elland during the May Festival, and subdue the great griffin…

Colin recounted everything Erin had experienced in great detail, asking more questions than Erin could answer.

It didn't stop until Francesca Fantaby and Ida Emin arrived.

While the Ring of Maidalui may not care about elves' identities, Colin, as a wandering knight from Cordwin, would naturally harbor hostility towards elves.

So he suppressed his excitement and stood up next to Vincent.

Without Colin's barrage of questions, Erin breathed a slight sigh of relief, but an awkward silence fell over the cabin.

Fortunately, Mary arrived shortly afterward.

The awkward silence inside the cabin was replaced by another kind of confrontational, tense awkwardness.

Francesca Fantaby and Marie, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, produced wine, teapots, and cups, and vied to pour tea, water, and wine for the guests in the cabin, as if they were the mistresses of the narrow cabin.

The aroma of a blend of fairy flower tea and Toussaint's fine wine gradually rose into the air.

The atmosphere inside the wooden house gradually became strange.

Vinsenna seemed lost in thought. Colin gave him an admiring thumbs-up. Vesemir and Dante raised their eyebrows with amused glances. Jerón Morú held a glass of wine and a cup of tea expressionlessly. Ida Emin sighed, rubbing her forehead...

Erin felt so embarrassed that his scalp tingled, and he looked down at the patterns on the flyer.

Just then, two light footsteps approached.

He raised his head subconsciously.

A cup of tea and a glass of wine, carrying the delicate aromas of oranges, chamomile, and cedarwood, sit across my chest.

"Erlin, which drink would you like?"

Francesca Fanta and Margarita Laux Antillie glared at each other and spoke in unison.

(End of this chapter)