Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 655 The Warlock Brotherhood Conference! Fringilla Vigo!

The grand, tiered hall was bustling with noise.

Around the central oak table, layers of wooden chairs were arranged on three sides, almost filling the room with people.

And the side without rows of seats...

Five high-backed chairs, with cushions made of rare and thick fur and backs inlaid with precious gemstones, stood at the highest point in the hall, as if looking down on everyone from a mountaintop.

Unfortunately, only two of the five high-backed chairs were occupied.

One is Tissaya de Veres, and the other is Narciss de la Roche.

But even though there were only two people on this side, the hundreds of seats on the other three sides were filled with female sorcerers who were either dressed in black robes, or holding wooden staffs made from the skulls of strange animals such as rabbits, wolves and falcons, or with graceful figures in light gauze and thin silk...

Those closest to the edge represent extraordinary forces from the northern continent who possess high-level sorcerers.

But even the side with the fewest people allowed anyone entering the hall to know where the core was and where the real decisions were made.

"Dodurak...that's Dodurak, the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons!"

"How many warlocks will we have to send to fill that den of demons? Have you forgotten the warlocks who died of greed in Dordurak?"

"So you're not going to rescue them?"

"of course not……"

"Then what did you say?! You want to save them but don't want to? Are you saying your withered hands are afraid of losses and unwilling to put in the effort? Huh?!"

"How could this be? You! You! You! You're talking nonsense..."

……

Listening to the noisy, almost violent argument, Vera listlessly let her mind wander, her gaze drifting across the Hall of Glory of Aretusa.

This place, as bustling and chaotic as the mortal marketplace, is the High Council of the Warlock Brotherhood.

However, the most intense moment has not yet arrived. Once the atmosphere reaches its peak, all sorts of spells that are not very harmful but are very insulting—such as turning someone into a pig, causing diarrhea, or making someone laugh madly—will fly freely throughout the hall.

At that time, this hall would be even more lively than an ordinary market, and it would even have no shortage of poultry, wild animals, cats and dogs.

of course.

The venue for the High Warlock Council was quite nicely arranged, with magnificent murals hanging on the surrounding walls.

Vera's gaze wandered.

Anyone familiar with the history of magic can immediately discern the true meaning of the painting.

On the south wall, there is a painting depicting a group of children surrounding two men in black robes. It is called "The Chosen Ones' Witness"—Beckel and Giambattista conducted magical tests on the children of immigrants to reveal the origin of magic.

It's worth mentioning that while all the children, boys and girls alike, were terrified, only one brown-haired girl reached out her hand to Giambattista with a smile of complete trust. She was none other than Agnes of Granville, the first sorceress, who would later become renowned.

The "Novigrad Alliance" on the north side depicts Becker, Giambatista, and Monk signing a non-aggression pact with the authorities, priests, and druids that led to the separation of wizards from the state.

There were no sorceresses present, but the orderly nature of the Novigrad Alliance was something everyone there knew about, a preference of Tisaya de Veris, the mistress of Aretusa.

The "Alabaster Bridge River" on the west side represents Monk's journey by boat to Locke Munni, where he sought to persuade the elves to adopt a group of children of magical origin and have them taught by elven wizards. Among these children was a young boy who later became known as 'Gerhard of Eller,' now named Hen Gedimidis.

Unfortunately, Henry Gedimidis is still asleep and will not see this masterpiece.

As for the painting on the east side, and in the south, north, and west directions, the high-ranking sorcerers could only vaguely see it.

An old sailboat is spinning in the whirlpool between the waves and the reefs.

A man in a white robe stood at the bow of the ship, his head surrounded by a bright halo.

That was the "first landing," and James Becker was using his will to subdue the magic. He calmed the waves, proving that magic was not only for evil and destruction, but could also save lives.

The awakening of female power, order rather than war, magic not being evil...

The political implications are so strong they're almost overflowing.

The Warlock Brotherhood should not hold its council meetings in one fixed location; they are usually rotated among Ban Ad, Eritusa, Redania, and Risberg.

That's right, it's the faction that the five members of the Talent and Skill Association belong to.

Only four are because Born Drummond has lived in seclusion in the Dragon Mountains of the Henford Alliance for many years and generally does not participate in the Warlock Council.

However, due to the fear of trouble and the fact that more than half of the warlocks were male wizards from Ban Aard, they tacitly and gradually made Ban Aard the fixed meeting place for council meetings.

However, Ban Ad is still in the Doduracris of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, waiting for them to come up with a rescue plan. The real person in charge of Risberg is also trapped in the same place, so the location of the temporary meeting can only be moved to Aretusa.

At such a moment, this was naturally of extraordinary significance to the sorceress and to Aretusa.

Vera looked up at the figure in the five seats in the center, who was holding her forehead and bowing her head. The figure was only a dark shadow cast by the bright light behind her. Vera thought to herself that this arrangement was definitely not her doing, or even something she did not want to see.

However, Aretusa is now helplessly falling into depravity, following in the footsteps of Ban Ad.

Pure scholarship will always succumb to power, whether it is the extraordinary or the secular.

"Everything is changing..." Vera sighed softly.

At this time.

“Ms. Vera…”

A female sorcerer beside her suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

Vera turned her head and saw a female sorceress with short, neat hair and delicate features looking at her timidly from the next seat. She was very young and looked somewhat familiar.

"you are?"

“Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself…” Amidst the surrounding noise, the sorceress took a couple of nervous deep breaths when she saw Vera’s gaze fall upon her. “I am Fringilla Vigo…”

“Vigo?” Vera thought for a moment and asked, “What is your relationship to Artorios Vigo?”

“Atorios Vigo is my uncle,” Fringilla Vigo quickly explained. “I haven’t met the requirements for a High Warlock yet, so I’m here today in place of my uncle to attend the High Warlock Council…”

Artorios Vigo is a master of illusion magic, a sorcerer who can obtain a high-ranking council seat in the Brotherhood of Sorcerers through illusion magic.

However, for Vera, Atorios Vigo's specialness lies not in his magic, but in his background.

The Vigo family is a very famous family in Toussaint, having served as the mage advisors of the Duchy of Toussaint for almost generations. They also have marriage ties with the Henrietta and Trines families.

In other words, the short-haired, timid girl in front of you should probably be called your grandmother or great-great-grandmother.

"Is there a problem?"

Vera's expression softened somewhat.

"Ms. Vera isn't as cold-blooded as the rumors suggest..." Fringilla Vigo mustered her courage and said, "It's like this, I'm currently working as a magic consultant for Viscount Frank, and lately, for some reason, ghouls have been frequently seen wandering around his wine cellar, farm, and ranch..." "You want me to find a few witchers from the Wolf School to solve the problem?" Vera asked. Her current affiliation with the Wolf School was no secret among the larger powers of the Northern Continent.

"However, isn't Toussaint too far from the Wolf School? You could try finding a Viper School witcher nearby..."

Fringilla Vigo shook her head, her two bright green eyes tentatively asking, "I heard that your alchemy workshop produces a kind of sword oil that, when applied to ordinary longswords, can enable ordinary people to kill monsters."

“Not just anyone,” Vera interrupted. “They must be well-trained warriors, otherwise ordinary farmers and fishermen would still be in great danger when facing ghouls and water spirits. Of course, sword oil can indeed ignore the magical favor of monsters.”

"Ignoring the magical favor of monsters... what a brilliant invention!" Fringilla Vigo sincerely praised, making Vigo's lips curl into a slight smile, quite pleased.

"I wonder if we can buy the recipe for sword oil, or even just some sword oil to equip the castle's soldiers..." Seeing Vera's brow furrow slightly, she immediately changed her words.

“The formula for sword oil is impossible,” Vera shook her head. “Whether sword oil can be sold in Toussaint, I also need permission from others…”

Fringilla Vigo's smile immediately froze on her face.

Ms. Vera is indeed difficult to get along with...

The Crimson Fox's own alchemy workshop requires the approval of others before she can sell or sell her potions. Even if she's young, she can't just fool people like this...

It's obvious he doesn't want to sell it to her!
Even so, Fringilla Vigo tried her best to maintain a smile and nodded stiffly: "Alright then, I..."

“I’m not just giving you the runaround,” Vera interrupted, seeing through Fringilla Vigo’s thoughts. “The sword oil, specifically the ghoul oil and the ghost oil, are both creations of my apprentice, Erin. He’s a witcher from the Wolf School and needs to consider the impact of the sword oil on the livelihoods of ordinary witchers…”

"Therefore, I need to seek his opinion."

Actually, no, the recipe that Erin left in the alchemy workshop didn't impose any restrictions on her.

As for the impact on the livelihoods of ordinary witchers...

The number of monsters on the northern continent is visibly increasing, and the prophesied miracle child—her child—has already stirred up storms in the world.

The time for swords and axes has come; the number of monsters will only increase, not decrease.

The reason she refused was simply because Fringilla Vigotosant's identity gave her other ideas.

Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, she and Soy are destined to fall into the abyss of death before Erin, at which point, due to the distance, Erin's connection with Toussaint—their homeland—will be completely severed.

But he is a descendant of the Henrietta and Trines families…

The Henrietta and Trines families have been rooted in Toussaint for centuries; how could their descendants completely sever ties with Toussaint, at least...

He wanted to have a home in Toussaint, and a group of friends and relatives with whom he knew each other, though not very close.

The Vigo family is a good starting point.

The Crimson Fox's apprentice is a Witcher... The Witcher invented a potion recipe... The Crimson Fox needs to consult her apprentice's opinion... Fringilla Vigo was stunned upon hearing this.

She stared blankly at Vera, who was completely serious, unsure which of their ideas was more outrageous.

"Are you... serious?" she asked.

Do you think I'm joking with you?

Vera frowned.

Fringilla Vigo immediately shrank back like a quail: "Then...then I'll wait for your news in Toussaint? Or..."

Vera thought for a moment: "If you're in a hurry, come with me to the Ring of Maidalui after the council meeting. Erin has been there recently."

Because Toussaint was too far away, Fringilla Vigo, who had never heard of popular songs in Temuria, could only nod, while a sense of curiosity arose in her heart.

How could a witcher who sounds so young create a potion like sword oil, and receive such great attention from the Crimson Fox as an apprentice?

“Yes, Ms. Vera.” Fringilla Vigo agreed, with a hint of unspoken expectation.

As Vera looked at the curiosity and eagerness on Fringilla Vigo's pretty face, for some reason, the images of Margarita Laux Antillie, Francesca Fantaby, and Lysa Hudson suddenly popped into her mind.

"Probably not... Vera looked at Fringilla Vigo again, unsure."

"What's wrong, Ms. Vera?" Fringilla Vigo shrank back under Vera's strange gaze.

"It's nothing," Vera shook her head.

Philippa Ehrert spent so much time together, and nothing happened.

She looked away, focusing her gaze on the increasingly noisy and tense meeting, and reminded him:
"The meeting is about to move into the next phase..."

Fringilla Vigo paused, then asked, "The next stage... what stage?"

The words have not yet fallen.

"Forrest Stuart Kingston, you cursed bastard, you're a complete scoundrel!"

A furious shout echoed throughout the hall, accompanied by a strange green light that shot from the north side seats to the south side seats.

The powder keg was detonated instantly.

Multicolored magical rays traced various patterns across the sky, sometimes hitting their targets, sometimes being blocked, and sometimes falling on innocent bystanders due to poor aim.

All of a sudden.

Four or five warlocks in the seats had turned into pig heads; those were probably unlucky souls like Fringilla Vigo, representing high-ranking councilors at the meeting.

Fringilla Vigo was dumbfounded. She never expected that the high council member she had long admired would be like this in the council, which should be solemn and discussing important matters affecting the entire Northern Continent.

"Didn't your uncle Artorios warn you?" Vera waved her hand, dispelling the pig-turning spell that had been mistakenly fired at Fringilla Vigo.

"No...no..." Fringilla Vigo's throat was dry, and she immediately put on a protective barrier against evil, still feeling lingering fear.

Vera looked at Fringilla Vigo's naive appearance and shook her head: "What a naughty child, just like when she was little..."

"Wei..."

"Enough!!!" A suppressed snort of anger from the person in the right interrupted Fringilla Vigo and quelled the chaos in the hall.

The magical glow dancing in the sky vanished instantly, like flames extinguished by seawater.

Everyone looked up at the angry figure on the high-backed chair.

After a few rebukes, that graceful yet cold figure made a promise:

"Iretusa will mobilize 'all' qualified warlocks and invite experts from the Wolf School and Bear School to join the expedition!"

"As expected..." Vera closed her eyes silently and sighed upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)