Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 675 Soaring Strength! It's so good!
"Good child, we meet again..."

After a moment of mental turmoil, Erin's azure cat-like eyes narrowed sharply as she immediately recognized the unfamiliar druid.

Actually, there's not much need to guess.

He might never forget those sharp eyes that could see through all the secrets of people's hearts, let alone just half a day.

"We meet again?" Olga and Simmons greeted them with a puzzled look, glancing at Erin and then at the unfamiliar old druid. "Erin, you actually met the Grand Master before?"

Sure enough, the unfamiliar old druid before him was the same sacred deer he had met at Lydia's former residence that morning—the Grand Master of the Ring of Maidruids.

What is he doing here?
"Good afternoon, Grand Master," Erin nodded to the old druid without batting an eye, and nodded to Olga and Simmons. "This morning, I met the Grand Master in the outer ring with Master Ortega."

"Oh, it was in the morning..." Simmons and Olga suddenly realized.

The Grand Master learned from them where Zebi Ortega might be going, but he mistakenly thought that his junior brother, who was once a Witcher, was someone he met outside the Ring of Maidalui.

Erin judged from their tone and questions that the Grand Master hadn't been there long.

He subconsciously looked around, but the lush woodland couldn't hide the figure of a great druid.

Zebi Ortega is a very punctual person and has never been late.

then.

A judgment popped into Erin's mind that he found hard to believe and hoped was wrong.

“No need to look anymore,” the Grand Master chuckled as Zebi Ortega sat down on a rock under the oak tree. “Zebi should already be in Mayna by now. He’ll arrive in Sintra today and take a ship to the Skellige Islands tomorrow.”

"I'm teaching you in his place."

Erin's heart skipped a beat.

He guessed correctly, but he felt no joy at all.

Any other druid at this moment would probably be overjoyed, just like Simmons and Olga now, their faces flushed, their eyes wide open, their excitement, surprise and joy almost overflowing.

Whether the instructor is the Grand Master or Zebi Ortega, or even Simmons and Olga, it makes no difference to him; it's all useless.

Because what he outwardly displays is the realm of the "oak," but yesterday he reached the end of the "aspen forest."

If an elementary school teacher teaches a high school student how to transition from elementary to middle school, can that benefit their college entrance exam?

Even the most outstanding teachers at key provincial primary schools cannot be more helpful than the most irresponsible teachers at the schools with the worst college entrance examination pass rates.

The teaching content is already there; how can you possibly come up with something fancy to teach it?
impossible.

Moreover, the presence of the Grand Master made Erin extremely uncomfortable.

You should know that just a few months ago, he entered the Sacred Grove and, right under the nose of the old druid, darted into the lake that was said to be the source of nature.

Although he doesn't yet know what benefits he has gained, it seems easier for him to achieve success and breakthroughs in the Druid path.

But he wasn't sure whether this originated from the Lake of Origin or from the resurrected spirit of Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring.

But to be honest, perhaps in the eyes of the other druids in the Ring of Maidal, he was a thief who stole the essence of nature.

So Erin always felt a little guilty.

Although the Ring of Maidalui did not express any hostility toward that identity, but instead repeatedly sent out goodwill signals through the nations, who knows what Maidalui's intentions were after the Grand Master found him?

Having only revealed his entry into the "Oak" realm overnight, mentor Zebi Ortega got carried away and started poaching members from the Wolf School.

The best outcome for those who have exposed the Lake of Origin is that they will be "locked" in the Ring of Maidalui and devoted to the druidic path.

This is not the scene he wanted to see.

And then there's the matter of Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring...

Gaining no benefit and significantly increasing the risk of exposure, the last person Mahinard Rui's Ring wanted to see was the Grand Master before him.

Unfortunately, Zebi Ortega's tutor found a senior tutor to substitute for him...

Erin didn't believe that Zebi Ortega could get the Grand Master to teach an outsider who wasn't part of the Maidalui Ring without any cost, so he now had mixed feelings about Zebi Ortega.

At this time.

Simmons suddenly composed himself and cast a complex look at Erin.

He realized that although the Grand Master said it was to substitute for "them" in class, in reality, even though he and Simmons had been in the Ring of Maidalui for so many years, the Master had never found a Grand Master to substitute for them.

Not even once!

So the Grand Master actually came for Erin.

Thinking of this, Simmons couldn't help but feel a strange, bittersweet feeling, like eating a blueberry that had grown under divine magic after learning about the Gift of Nature.

However, Simmons was a seasoned druid, old enough to be Arryn's father in human years, and quickly cleared his mind of the strange feeling.

"Erlin, hurry up and thank the Grand Mentor!"

Seeing the Witcher standing there in a daze, seemingly stunned by the news, Simmons quickly tugged at his sleeve to remind him.

Yes, we should thank him... Erin felt a mix of emotions, but on the surface, he used the best acting skills he could muster to fool the King of the Wild Hunt, and sincerely said:

"Master, I'm a bit slow, so I'll have to trouble you with the rest."

The Grand Master chuckled and stroked his long, pale beard, his narrowed eyes crinkling into wrinkles at the corners, giving him an exceptionally kind yet...melancholy air...
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Time flies in the Ring of Maidalui; a week passes in the blink of an eye.

For the past seven days, the Witcher Arryn has lived a regular life.

I got up early and spent some time studying the relics at Lydia's former residence, feeding myself with the gifts of nature, before going to listen to the Grand Master of the Ring of Maidalui's lecture until evening.

After the sun sets and they return to Lydia's former residence, they continue studying the relics for several hours before using a crystallized memory of an immortal to enter "dreamland".

A regular life and research did not actually yield many results.

Lydia's former residence contains so many things. Apart from minerals, herbs, and monster materials, which don't have much significance, the other items, such as stone tablets, parchment, and etchings, are mostly written in ancient language, and in the oldest, most difficult, and obscure kind of grammar.

To be honest, Erin, who had only recently learned ancient languages, was finding the research very difficult.

But he dared not casually flip through them. To put it bluntly, he was looking for the prophecy of the "Child of Miracles," the resurrection ritual of "Gwendolyn, the Daughter of Spring," and the White Frost and the Apocalypse, but those were just abstract concepts. In reality, Erin did not know what exactly he was looking for.

Just as he traveled to an unknown land and met another out-of-control Wild Hunt King and Ciri, the possession he found was merely a letter, a piece of paper, handed to him by Vigforts.

Before that, who would have believed that a magic circle on an ordinary piece of chiffon paper could do such a thing?

Nobody believed it, not even Wigford himself.

Therefore, those secrets are very likely hidden in these vast collections of stone tablets, parchments, and etchings, which Erin dared not omit a single word of.

Therefore, while conducting research, he also had to be extremely vigilant to prevent any harmful traps from being hidden in these materials.

then.

His research progressed slowly. At first, he could only study two parchments a day, but later, as he became more proficient, he could increase that to ten parchments a day.

This is destined to be a massive undertaking.

Arryn planned to bring Vera and Mary to Kaer Morhen once Vera returned from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, so that Vera and Mary could join the research.

After making this decision, he focused more on inspecting Lydia's old house and the surrounding secluded woodland to prevent her from taking everything back. However, the truly important things were hidden under the third square stone in front of the cabin, which was quite a strange turn of events.

The nightly ritual of crystallizing the memories of immortals doesn't actually yield much benefit.

Seven days, the crystallization of the memories of seven immortals, yet they hadn't even witnessed a single step of the advancement and evolution.

Erin didn't believe that the Red Riders' Wild Hunt was truly unaware of this, even the most ordinary Wild Hunt. He guessed that the memory crystals of the immortals were too focused on a single knowledge and skill, even more so than the memories of sorcerers, to the point that they didn't include anything else.

There's really no way around it.

Even if you go to the Temple of Meriteli and pray for the goddess's blessing for a bountiful harvest, it probably won't be of much use.

On the one hand, the memory crystallization of an immortal can be used for most of the night, and the blessing of harvest cannot last for such a long time.

On the other hand, what constitutes a harvest in terms of the crystallized memories of the immortals?

It is a wheat field that could have yielded a poor harvest but instead had a bumper one, and a fruit tree that could have only produced inferior fruit but instead yielded excellent fruit.

Leaving aside advancement and evolution, every skill and knowledge Erin has acquired in the past few days is at least at the level of the Wild Hunt's standard fireball spell and the Red Cavalry's standard mounted swordsmanship. These are skills that, while not the most proficient among Wild Hunt members, are at least familiar to them.

There is no difference in their relative merits.

What impact does a bountiful harvest have?

Instead of drawing a skill that is already familiar, it becomes drawing the host's most exquisite skill?
This is meaningless.

In fact, the concept of advancement and evolution is probably just a piece of parchment.

Because the memory crystal of the immortal accounts for too small a proportion of the life of its owner, using the Blessing of Harvest might actually do more harm than good.

Ultimately, as the goddess Meritelli herself said, she is the goddess of harvest, not the goddess of fortune, and is not responsible for granting wishes.

Moreover, it's unlikely that the goddess Meritelli would bestow a bountiful blessing upon him every night. Letting Erin try slowly is not only because he's too embarrassed to ask, but also because it's impossible for her to do so.

Blessing a bountiful harvest requires a great deal of divine power.

Therefore, the only way to obtain the memory crystals of immortals is to try them one by one and then rely on luck.

The only thing that reassured Erin was that, compared to the warlock's memories, the long-lived's memory crystals not only saved a lot of experience orbs, but also seemed unlikely to yield duplicate skills and knowledge, which put him at ease.

The memories of nearly a hundred immortals must mean that every ordinary wild hunter in the Red Cavalry must possess unique skills, right?
Speaking of the memories of the dozens of warlocks back then, he was really embarrassed when he drew a bunch of Light spells.

In addition, he has already learned the [Red Cavalry Standard Horse Sword Technique] by spending experience orbs, but the matters concerning Lydia and the Druids are more important, so he has not spent much energy on it for the time being, nor has he upgraded it. He will study it in detail after returning to Kaer Morhen.

Thinking about it this way, after returning to Kaer Morhen, there's the expedition to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, the research on Lydia's relics, the second mutation, and the [Red Riders' Standard Horse Sword Technique]. My schedule is already packed.

However, we'll see what happens after we return to Kaer Morhen.

anyway.

Although there was little progress in these seven days regarding Lydia's relics and the crystallized memories of the immortals, it wasn't without its gains.

On the contrary, Arlin reaped great rewards, even on the path of Druid, which he had least faith in.

Name: Erin

【生命值：100%，体力值990/990，魔力1570/1570】

[Attributes: Strength 99, Agility 99, Constitution 99, Perception 99, Mysticism 157 (+7)]

【亲和：水16（魔源·水6%）、地19（魔源·地9%），风11（魔源·风1%），火24（魔源·火14%），空间2，自然41（+3）】

In these seven days, his mysterious attribute increased by a full seven points, and his natural affinity also increased by three points.

It wasn't because he accidentally hunted a powerful natural monster, but precisely because of the reindeer master he initially avoided.

On the first day, he was wary and didn't take it seriously, but by the afternoon, he exclaimed that it was really delicious.

The Grand Master's teachings were nothing like what he had imagined: how to break through and solidify his current realm, how to break through the oak forest's area and reach the aspen forest...

No, to be more precise, this knowledge was mentioned incidentally, but only in a very small part.

The master spoke of seemingly mysterious insights into nature, yet he was also practical, correcting his meditation methods step by step and teaching him how to protect and balance nature in a very down-to-earth way.

Yes, his mentor taught him to protect nature.

His enhanced mystical aura is also attributed to protecting nature...

"...There's plenty of sunshine here, but it's precisely because it's so sunny that this blueberry plant looks wilted. The soil also seems a bit too dry; blueberries are plants that prefer shade and moisture..."

Erin muttered to himself, carefully tossing aside a blueberry plant and burying it in a pre-dug pit not far away. Then he turned his head to look at the head teacher, who had his hands behind his back and a kind smile on his face, like a student who had carefully memorized his text and was waiting for the teacher's evaluation during morning reading.

"Bury it two fingers deeper," the master instructor said.

Erin immediately and skillfully channeled the power of nature to envelop the blueberry, obediently doing as instructed.

(End of this chapter)