Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 648 I'm going to kill you, Eredin!!!

“Erin has just woken up from a coma, how could she drink alcohol…” Francesca Fantabe glanced at Mary holding the drink and said softly, “The herbal tea contains cosatay, safflower, safflower, and mint…”

Coxsackia can neutralize toxins and clear gangrene and infection from the blood. Safflower is a good blood tonic, and Coxsackia has a calming and sleep-inducing effect.

Of course, simply brewing tea will not be as effective as taking medicine.

Damn it, this elf is really cunning... Mary's face flushed red.

Elf Flower Tea is also famous in the Northern Continent. She learned it from the alchemy master Vera, so it's impossible that she didn't know the effects of these herbs, and it's also impossible that she forgot that Erin was injured.

However, the cunning elf had already prepared tea for the guests, so she couldn't let the elf do as she pleased. She subconsciously took out the most expensive item that Vera had stored in her "warehouse."

Before she could even pour the wine, her mind was buzzing as she tried to figure out how to explain it to Vera and where to get the money to compensate Vera for the bottle of wine. Then the elf ran up to Erin, and she had no choice but to follow.

One thing leads to another, and by the time she figured it out, it was too late.

Francesca Fantaby held her head high with pride, while Mary's eyes welled up with tears.

"Thank you, Mary, Fa... Enid, I'm not thirsty now."

I was actually very thirsty, my throat was practically burning... Erin sighed inwardly and nodded slightly to Francesca Fantaby and Mary.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

Francesca Fantaby did not press her advantage, but calmly and gently placed the steaming, fragrant flower tea on the bedside table:

"Okay, I'll leave it here. You can drink it whenever you're thirsty."

Then step aside.

Mary was stunned by what she saw. She smelled the crisp aroma of the wine wafting from the glass, then looked at the steaming flower tea on the bedside table. After a moment of hesitation, she lowered her head in dejection.

The gazes from those around her seemed to mock her.

Erin sighed inwardly, but smiled and said, "Mary, you should put the wine aside too. It's been a long time since I've had a drink. Just smell it and satisfy your craving."

Dante laughed heartily, trying to smooth things over: "Don't worry, Erin, as long as you're healed, there'll be plenty of alcohol."

“Mary’s wine isn’t enough, I still have some East of the East that I won from Arestor,” Vesemir chimed in at that moment.

“Then I’ll have to come along. Although I don’t have East of the East, I know the best wine merchant in Maina City,” Colin chimed in. “And it would be best if we had a campfire, in…”

Colin suddenly realized that the sorceress beside him was a druid, paused, and exchanged a glance with Vinsenna.

“The Ring of Maidalui isn’t that extreme,” Vinsenna shook her head. “Edes and Erni often light bonfires in the forest, drink and dance. Speaking of which, when distinguished guests arrive, there should be a banquet. It was our rudeness…”

“It’s alright. Erin’s condition wasn’t stable at the time, so we were being rude,” Vesemir waved his hand and laughed heartily. “Let’s celebrate together once Erin has recovered!”

Just say it.

The atmosphere inside the cabin immediately became lively.

The men were all, intentionally or unintentionally, fantasizing that soon after, at the banquet, no one paid any attention to the corner where Erin was.

Master Vesemir, Master Dante… Mary looked back with teary eyes at the two Witcher masters of the Wolf School, almost moved to tears.

She suddenly realized her advantage: Vesemir, Dante, Aristotle, and also Hughes, Bont, Fred, even Elney and Clare...

The wolf school of thought is her strength.

Francesca Fantaby could certainly prepare everything meticulously—elf tea, elf potions, elf tools—but Francesca Fantaby would never be a member of the Wolf School.

The chief sorceress of the Wolf School Witcher Corps will always be Margarita Laux Antill.

She could concoct heart essence, potions, sword oil, bombs, and decoctions for Arryn day and night, and she could also train the Witcher apprentices of the Witcher Legion, teach them signs and war cries, and arrange for them to patrol Kaer Morhen.

Can Francesca Fantabe do it?

Mary proudly raised her little head and glanced at Francesca Fantaby with slightly red eyes.

Francesca Fantaby remained expressionless, but met her gaze head-on without backing down.

Behind her back, two fair fists clenched quietly, their beautiful, seashell-like nails digging deep into their palms.

At this time.

"Om~"

Several Witcher school badges inside the room began to hum.

Everyone stopped talking and looked outside.

A portal opened at the entrance of the cabin, and Vera stepped out of it.

Mary, who had just been looking up proudly at Francesca Fantaby, immediately shrank back, hurriedly put her hands behind her back, and hid the opened Dongzhidong behind her back.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was outside at that moment, and few people noticed Mary's strange behavior; otherwise, it would have been another disaster.

Erin guessed what was going on and shook his head with amusement.

East of the East is a very high-end and expensive wine with a long history dating back to before the founding of the Duchy of Toussaint. The duchy even has a special law for East of the East, the "East of the East Wine Ordinance"—

Every year, a ceremony is held where a special space is reserved in the cellar of Beauclair Palace to store two barrels of the year's wine on a shelf. Anyone who opens these barrels will be sentenced to death and dragged to their death by being tied to the back of a carriage.

With a production of less than a thousand bottles a year, each bottle is a top-tier wine worthy of being featured at any auction.

The reason Erin sees them so often is because Vera, Vesemir, and Arestor, whether warlocks or witchers, are all at the top of the supernatural world and can be considered important figures. Moreover, all three are not young, so they always have the opportunity to buy a few bottles. This does not mean that Dongzhidong is not rare or precious.

Mary was truly angered by Francesca.

"Hmm? Everyone's here..."

When Vera entered the cabin, she was somewhat taken aback by the peculiar arrangement of everyone holding a teacup and a wine glass.

“Enid and Margarita are very hospitable…” Ida Emin explained with a knowing smile, “They’ve prepared tea and wine for us…”

Upon hearing this, Vera glanced at Francesca Fantaby, then at her beloved student, lost in thought.

Francesca Fantabe immediately stepped forward and poured herself a cup of fairy flower tea.

Mary bit her lower lip, thinking to herself, "It's over! It's over! It's over," and stiffly stepped forward, pouring Vera a glass of wine amidst her meaningful smile.

Vera sniffed the unique smoky aroma of Dongzhidong and glanced at Mary.

Mary blinked her large, slightly red, dark eyes pleadingly.

“Wiggoffetz hasn’t arrived yet…” Erin interjected at this moment.

Vera gave Mary a deep look, downed Francesca Fantabe's elven flower tea in one gulp, and walked toward Erin: "Vigorfords left half a month ago. A lot of big things happened at the Warlock Brotherhood, and Tissaya asked him for help."

"What happened to the Brotherhood of Warlocks?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

Vera sat on the edge of the bed, looking into Erin's deep blue eyes, and sighed meaningfully: "Many... many things are hard to explain in a short time..."

Erin frowned, realizing something from Vera's tone.

However, because there were many people and eyes in the cabin, Erin didn't ask any more questions, intending to wait until there were fewer people around. Vera also didn't intend to elaborate. Just as she was about to put down her wine glass to check Erin's injuries, she turned her head and saw the untouched tea and wine on the oak cabinet. Vera's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and she placed the wine glass next to the teacup, asking:

"Erin, how are you feeling?"

"Not bad. Ms. Vincent just examined me and said I'm recovering very well..."

Upon hearing this, Vera stopped what she was doing, thanked Vinsenna, and then casually asked a few questions about the black dragon and the dragon slaying.

Vincent answered truthfully.

Upon hearing the news that the Black Dragon had disappeared and the Dragon Slayer Corps was about to disband, Vera nodded slightly, then changed the subject, asking what had been going on in the room before she arrived.

Soon, the cabin became lively again because of the topic of the banquet.

Once the bonfire feast was settled in a few words, the men—or rather, Colin—had drunk enough and started bragging.

Colin recounted his experiences leaving home alone in Cordwin, mingling with various mercenary groups, and then talked about his encounter with Visenna in the Amel Mountains and their thrilling adventure of killing Koschaye together...

Vesemir and Dante raised their glasses in unison, shouting and recounting some of the Witcher's thrilling experiences, creating a lively atmosphere.

Even the usually taciturn Jerón Morlu drank his wine and told Colin and Vinsenna about the differences and origins of the Griffin School and the Wolf School. He explained that the "griffin" in the Griffin School was not the great griffin tamed by Arryn, but rather a mentor who taught swordsmanship and chivalry during the Witcher Order era, known as "Griffin (griffin)".

After that, they traveled all over the world, the Witcher Masters traversed the entire northern continent, and there were countless great stories to tell.

After drinking a bit more, they started discussing strange male witches, the domineering nature of the sorcerer's brotherhood, and which nobles were still foolishly practicing the "right of the first night"...

The women didn't participate, but they smiled and watched the men celebrate.

Vera summoned several more bottles of wine, Ida Emin produced a bowl of nuts from somewhere, and Vincent cast a spell inside the cabin to enlarge the small oak table and add a few more seats.

Only Mary and Francesca Fantaby seemed a little uncomfortable, staring blankly at a corner of the room, seemingly lost in thought.

The air was filled with the rich, smoky aroma of Dongzhidong liquor, and the sounds of laughter and chatter.

The banquet was brought forward almost as soon as a bonfire was lit.

Erin leaned against the headboard, a smile playing on her lips, occasionally joining in the chorus of laughter.

In a daze, Erin felt as if he had returned to a year ago, when he had just passed the Trial of the Mountains. Back then, in the castle hall of Kaer Morhen, the returning Witcher was drinking and boasting loudly.

The fireplace was steaming, and the roasted wild boar sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the air with its aroma.

It was at that time that he made up his mind to avert the Wolf School's fate of destruction in the defense of Kaer Morhen.

Now, he can finally say that he has succeeded.

Regardless of how things develop afterward, the Kodwin royal family, nobles, and Ban Ard sorcerers, who were likely the main forces in the defense of Kaer Morhen, will no longer pose any threat to Ban Ard.

but……

Erin suddenly froze. He saw Francesca Fantaby staring blankly into the void, a thin line of blood emerging from her swan-like, long, white neck, her blue eyes hollow and white; Mary, head bowed, had a gaping hole in her chest, her scarlet intestines, stomach, liver... all her internal organs spilling out, splattering onto the ground; Vesemir's hearty laughter turned into roars and screams, his face melting away, flames shooting from his eyeballs...

Dante's head was smashed into his chest, and Vera was hit by a boulder...

"Hu-hu-"

He gasped for breath, raising his hand to cover the sudden, sharp pain in his chest, only to have it grasped by a bony, slightly cold hand.

"Ailin?" A cool, clear voice called out to him.

He snapped back to reality. There was no bloodline on Francesca Fantaby's neck, Mary's chest was full and well-developed, Vesemir's beard was stained with dark red wine, Dante still looked nonchalant, and Vera looked at him with her mouth half open and worry.

That cool, clear voice belonged to Vera.

"Hmm... Ah?" Erin instinctively made two noises.

“Colin is asking you how you killed Old Spearhead?” Vera replied.

"Uh, that...that was..." Still reeling from the bloody scene, Erin's heart pounded with fear, making him unable to utter a complete sentence.

Forcibly controlling his facial expressions is the best he can do right now.

"Are you tired?" Vincent asked with concern. "Although you're recovering quickly, you were still seriously injured..."

"Maybe...maybe..." Erin suppressed his pounding heart, pretending to be exhausted and closing his eyes so that the keen-senseed witcher and sorceress wouldn't notice the fear in his eyes.

The cabin was still filled with the smoky aroma of East East wine and the fruity scents of other types of wine, but the lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Erin felt his hand being grasped, water magic mixed with gentle mental fluctuations, starting from his wrist and flowing through his body.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just tired." Vera put her right hand away.

"Let's leave then, let Erin get some rest," Vinsenna suggested, pulling Colin along as they walked out.

"I'm sorry..." Lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Erin suddenly spoke, but paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Once I recover, I'll tell you all about the mountain trial."

“There’s no need to apologize,” Colin laughed heartily. “Just focus on recovering, Erin. In your condition, you won’t be able to satisfy your drinking cravings much at the banquet.”

"Hahaha, that's right, Erin, take good care of your injuries!" Vesemir and Dante also laughed heartily.

"Alright, let's go, don't disturb Erin's rest." Vincenta began to shoo them away.

Everyone nodded and left the hut.

Only Francesca Fantaby and Marie lingered, unwilling to leave.

Vera and Ida Emin exchanged a glance.

Ada Emin patted Francesca Fantaby on the shoulder: "Enid, your father wrote to you, he needs to see you..."

“Father?” Francesca Fantaby was taken aback. “I can wait a bit…”

“Now, it’s urgent!” Ada Emin interrupted.

Francesca Fantaby looked at Ida Emin, understanding her persistence. She glanced at Erin, then at Mary, but ultimately couldn't resist the authority of the Knower and followed Ida Emin out of the cabin.

“Mary, come with me, I have something to ask you…” Vera looked at Mary expressionlessly.

Upon hearing that Francesca Fantaby was to be asked to leave, Mary, who had been excited, suddenly turned ashen-faced.

"Bang~"

The wooden door was gently closed.

For a moment, the only sounds inside the cabin were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the clear chirping of kingfishers.

until……

A low growl, like that of a wounded wild beast, suddenly shattered the peace and tranquility of the wooden house...

“I’m going to kill you, Eredin Brick Glass!!!”

(End of this chapter)