Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 664 Benavent Portal! The Witcher Forever!
"Islinne's treasure?"

Tissaya de Vera, whose figure was almost blending into the night behind the bronze door, paused for a moment before understanding what Vera was talking about, and smiled gently.

"I also really hope to find the treasure I've been searching for since my childhood, but unfortunately it's not there. Perhaps Islini really did come to this island, lived here, and looked up at the sky at midnight, searching for traces of the future in the complex constellations."

"It's even possible that the Tower of Thor Laura originally belonged to Islinne's territory..."

“Unfortunately…” Tissaya de V. Ries shook her head.

“Islinne Agri Epp Evinion is a legendary knower and prophet. Ancient Elven knowers are certainly not poor, but they are not concerned with material possessions either.”

"The latest archaeological findings prove that they were all priestesses of ancient elven deities, not elven kings like the Elf King Difsov, and therefore did not possess that much wealth..."

Tissaya de Veres continued up the stone steps outside the tower, which had been clearly restored.

To the left are cold, cracked walls, and to the right is a howling sea wind, with the dark shadows of Xenide Island and the bay of Hidaris.

“If this discovery had been published a hundred or two hundred years earlier, we wouldn’t have been punished so many times,” Vera’s gaze fell on the silvery sponge of the Sea of ​​Hidaris after the moon rose, and she sighed regretfully, then asked, “What about the portal? Is there ‘hope’ behind the portal?”

Tissaya de Veris shook her head: "The etched runes on the Benavent portal are ancient, but still quite clear, just like all the portals excavated from ancient elven ruins."

"Perhaps there are some secrets hidden..." she said cautiously, pursing her thin lips.

"But when the evil god of Elland descended several months ago and used the teleportation array to relocate, signs of instability were already detected..."

The Tower of Thor Laura has always been very famous in the transcendental world; in fact, most warlocks know of the existence of Thaned Isle, regardless of whether they have ever been there.

Because of Goffrey Monk, *Magic of the Ancient Races*; Emmanuel Benavente, *Thor Laura's Portals*; Nina Fioravanti, *The Theory and Practice of Teleportation Spells*; Lansant Álvaro, *The Mysterious Gate*...

A whole host of legendary mages, whose status in the history of warlocks is quite illustrious, have studied Thor Laura and the Benavent portal on it.

More importantly, the Bernat portal on Thor Laura is also on the "Taboo" (a list of forbidden artifacts).

The description in Taboo is as follows:
Lara's Portal, also known as the Benavent Portal, is located on the Isle of Sund, at the top floor of the Seagull Tower. It is a fixed-point portal that activates periodically. Operating principle: Unknown. Destination: Unknown, but due to damage, it has likely been deflected. Multiple branches may exist.

Important Information: This portal is highly unstable and extremely dangerous. Experimentation of any kind is prohibited. No spells—especially teleportation spells—should be used on the Seagull Tower or near its perimeter. In exceptional circumstances, a wizard will be responsible for reviewing applications to enter Thor Laura and inspecting the portal. Applications must be supported by evidence of progress made in research and expertise in the relevant field.

Yes.

Normally, the Benavent portal is forbidden to use, but clearly, both Tisaya de Veris's identity and the descent of the evil god are abnormal enough.

Furthermore, through centuries of continuous research, the Benavent portal has also discovered some unique uses that are sufficient to negate its dangers.

Large-scale teleportation over short distances is just one of the most common uses.

"The Benavent portal is currently sealed off for maintenance and repairs. However, Aretusa lacks experts in this area, and it will likely end up like other ancient elven ruins, undergoing tentative preservation before slowly being abandoned."

"If Islini really wants to rely on a portal to prevent the apocalypse from coming and the arrival of White Frost, it's probably not very likely."

“And Islinne, as a great prophet, couldn’t possibly be unaware of this, so…”

Tissaya de Veres shrugged gracefully and said nothing more.

“I see…” Vera gazed at the towering stone gate, which resembled ruins, as it drew nearer. Remembering Erin’s words, she said, “We should try our best to keep the Benavent portal from being abandoned…”

"The conjunction of celestial spheres, the wild hunt, the beast tide, the evil god... Even without understanding prophecy, the omens of those impending dangerous waves are already terrifying."

"The Benavent portal is very important, extremely important."

Vera paused, pondering, and said, "Although the Free Elves have lost many skills, setting up teleportation portals is one of their specialties."

"We can try to ask the Wolf School for help."

"Is it the Wolf School or Erin?" Tissaya de Veris stopped in her tracks, a playful look on her face.

Vera paused, staring blankly at Tissaya de Veris's retreating figure: "There's no difference. Erin is a wolf school."

The sorceress's voice was soft, but it still resonated loudly in the darkness of night, amidst the sound of the waves, and on the stone steps buffeted by the strong sea breeze.

Tissaya de Vera paused and turned around, only to see wariness on Vera's expressionless face, like encountering a hyena protecting its cubs and baring its teeth as a mother wolf.

So I am a hyena… Tissaya de Veres found the metaphor that popped into her head amusing.

No, she's probably more like a witch who steals children.

Tissaya de Veres sighed softly to herself.

The stone steps remained quiet for a long time.

"Da da da~"

Amidst the footsteps, Tissaya de Veres silently turned around, then continued upwards.

Vera's dark red pupils flickered for a moment in the moonlight before she followed.

The two walked on in silence until thick clouds obscured the moonlight and the sound of the waves began to surge and roar.

Until the gale tore at the stone floor of the empty tower platform, a huge stone door stood on the platform, etched with mysterious runes and the textures of time. The air was slightly distorted, and a magical glow covered the stone door.

If Erin were here, he would be very surprised, because the stone gate standing at the top of Thor Laura's Tower is very similar to one of his illusory gates.

Unfortunately, Erin is not here.

Or at least, his men aren't here.

Tissaya de Vera and Vera did not approach the stone door that shimmered with a faint magical glow, but instead walked towards the edge of the tower top, away from the door. There was an ancient gap in the continuous battlements.

The opening is large enough to accommodate two sorceresses, which is a bit cramped, but it would be just right if the two sorceresses were smaller.

Tissaya de Vera and Vera seemed unconcerned about the crowding, and sat down side by side in the gap, holding onto the battlements on either side.

This gesture, which should have been very intimate, now felt strangely distant, as if what separated them was not their bodies, but their souls.

Beneath their feet lay the dark island of Xenide, where no details could be discerned. If it were daytime, or even earlier, there would be sorceresses of Aretusa practicing their magic in some woodland or palace corner, their magical glow illuminating the darkness.

However, at this moment, the bright moonlight is obscured by thick dark clouds, and what appears to be the abyss and another, even darker abyss.

Anyone who falls will have their soul devoured by a demon.

“Ianna has always known, hasn’t she?” Tissaya de Veres looked down at the quiet, dark Isle of Xenide and suddenly spoke.

Vera looked away from the dark clouds in the sky, glanced at Tissaya de Veris, remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said frankly, "Ianna has always known that the Temple of Meritelli is the best birthing room in the world, and has the best midwife in the world..."

"When we found out I was pregnant, both Soi and I were very panicked. I stayed at the Temple of Meritelli for a long time until Erin was born before I left."

Vera paused for a moment: "Ianna helped deliver my baby. She even saw what Erin looked like before Zoe and I did."

“No wonder Iana dotes on him so much,” Tissaya de Veris smiled. “I heard that next spring, the Temple of Meritelli will officially bestow upon Erin the title of Holy Son, which is something that a Vera alchemy apprentice cannot achieve.”

"It's a pity I didn't think too much about it at the time, otherwise I would have guessed it much earlier."

Vera's eyes softened as if she had thought of something: "Ianna loves Erin very much."

“When Erin was born, neither Soi nor I had any experience and we were in a panic. It was Ianna who arranged everything—the baby's clothes, swaddling clothes, cradle. Later, it was Ianna who found a wet nurse, and then…”

Vera's gentle eyes suddenly dimmed.

Vera continued, "Then, something happened. While completing a commission, Soy encountered the high priest of Cliff at the time..."

“Ymir Isaac?” Tissaya de Veres paused for a moment, then interjected.

Ymir Isaac is the high priest of the Cliff Temple, but because the goddess Meriteli has more followers, he is slightly less respected than Ianna among the common people of the Northern Continent.

But among the true great nobles, or more accurately, among the kings at the core of power in the Northern Continent, and even among the leaders of other extraordinary organizations, Ymir Isaac was the one with a higher status.

Because in addition to being the high priest of Cliff, he also had another identity—one of the few great prophets still alive today, and could also be called a prophet of mankind.

Moreover, most other prophets preferred to live in seclusion due to the unique nature of their prophecies.

Ymir Isaac was also, most of the time, the only prophet that could be found openly.

Vera nodded: "It was Ymir Isaac. He told Soy that Arryn's future lies in the harsh, cold lands of the north..."

“Kaer Morhen?” Tissaya de Veris raised an eyebrow. “So you all obediently sent him to be a witcher? That doesn’t seem like…”

"How is that possible?!" Vera's voice suddenly turned sharp, her dark red pupils contracted sharply, and she stared at Tisaya de Veres, interrupting her.

“He is my and Soy’s child, the flesh and blood of my child whom I carried for ten months, the direct bloodline of Henrietta and Triens. Even if Soy and I leave our respective families, as long as we reveal Erin’s identity at that time, he will still be in the high order of succession in the Duchy of Toussaint.”

"We have thought about Erin's future on countless nights, both before and after Erin's birth..."

Vera looked down into the dark abyss, her eyes filled with a gentle, warm maternal glow.

Tissaya de Vera had never seen Vera like this before.

Cold, arrogant, cruel... There are countless legends about Vera in the Northern Continent, some true and some false, but one thing is true: the Crimson Fox was not wrong. Vera has never been a good-tempered sorceress.

She possessed the arrogance of a noblewoman, and her status as a sorceress did not lessen this arrogance; rather, her extraordinary magic and exceptional talent amplified it.

Moreover, due to her unique personality and her naturally exquisite beauty, she resembles a nymph (a type of demi-human creature with a fairy-like appearance, whose prototype is the "nymph" goddess in Greek mythology, sometimes also translated as elf or fairy).

Even during the years when sorceresses had the lowest status, Vera was still a guest of honor for nobles and extraordinary organizations from all kingdoms.

but now……

Tissaya de Vera could not see Vera's past pride and brilliance—of course, she was still as beautiful as she had been fifty or a hundred years ago, and even more charming with the passage of time—she only saw a mother, a mother who was as rare as morning stars among sorceresses.

Vera smiled, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago: "He may inherit my sorcerer's talent and grow up like a male wizard. Ban Ad and Soy don't get along well, but I know Henry Gedimidis. I will ask the most powerful sorcerer to be his mentor and pave the way for his future..."

"He will graduate from Ban Aard as quickly as possible, become a member of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, then the Lower Council, the Middle Council, the Upper Council, and finally the Society of Talents and Skills..."

"But I hope he has no talent at all and remains a mortal uncorrupted by the power of chaos."

“He has the opportunity to inherit the Duchy of Toussaint and become a powerful Grand Duke. The Henrietta family has always had a difficult line of heirs; the current Grand Duke’s two sons died young, leaving only a daughter about the same age as Erin. But even if he is not in the line of succession, it doesn’t matter…”

"He could marry that Henrietta girl. Douglas (Grand Duke Toussaint) wouldn't refuse a powerful witcher and an alchemist. He would grow up on the banks of the Sansreddo River, amidst the enchanting, fairytale scenery, marry, have children, and live a life of luxury and wealth..."

"But there is one possibility... one possibility... one possibility that is a Witcher..."

“But Erin is now a witcher,” Tissaya de Veris said.

Vera remained silent for a few seconds, looked down at the trembling abyss under the howling wind, and sighed softly.

"Yes, Erin is a Witcher, and he always will be..."

(End of this chapter)