Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 84 The Ruthless Chief

"What to do with the body?"

Ailin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and followed everyone's gaze and looked behind him.

Old Spearhead and the headless corpse of the Water Ghost King were entangled and lying ten meters behind him.

The long table next to the headless corpse was a mess.

Many demon hunters had red faces and their gray linen clothes were soaked with wine stains. They hid in the corner of the hall.
Obviously, the appearance of the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead disturbed the witcher's banquet.

Ailin glanced at the sorceress subconsciously.

"Snapped!"

A snap of the fingers.

More than forty school badges buzzed at the same time, like a swarm of bees suddenly flying in the hall.

This time Ailin saw it clearly.

The starry sky seemed to be reflected beneath the monster's headless corpse, with starlight flickering in the darkness within a circle of dark red light arcs at the edge.

In a moment, the bodies of the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead disappeared.

"Leave it to me. Just come to me when you need me."

A cold female voice sounded, diverting everyone's attention away from the magic.

The sorceress smiled and nodded to Aelin, not paying attention to the looks of the other witchers.

His nonchalant attitude made everyone secretly complain: "If they are going to let you go, why send it here?"

Ailin had originally thought of this question in his mind, but then he changed his mind and noticed that although many of the faces around him were unfamiliar, judging from their expressions of envy, admiration, or jealousy, it seemed that everyone knew him.

Then he understood the sorceress's intention.

Almost all the witchers who had returned home for the winter had returned by now, and together with the seven witcher masters and the chief, most of the witchers of the Wolf School were here.

The shock brought by the corpses of Old Hairy Man and Water Ghost King was enough to make them deeply engrave this scene in their hearts.

It is different from the half-believing conviction and respect gained from hearsay.

This shock will provide strength and support for every decision these demon hunters make every time they interact with Arryn in the future.

"Ms. Vera wants to improve my reputation in the Wolf School as quickly as possible."

Ailin felt warm inside.

As expected of Ms. Vera, she was already paving the way for him at this time.

What is a responsible investor?
This is.

……

Old Spearhead and Water Ghost King left the stage, and the sleepless carnival began.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A large bag of charcoal was dumped into the bonfire, and an Igni Sign was cast.

The scorching flames rose in an instant.

Then the two witchers put the wild boar they had just killed in the afternoon on the bonfire.

The grease dripped onto the red-hot charcoal, making a sizzling sound.

The atmosphere in the hall became more heated as the temperature rose.

At the long table in the main castle hall, more than forty demon hunters sat on both sides, and Alin and his companions sat on both sides of the chief.

As the chief stood up and raised his glass, the demon hunters also stood up from their seats.

"New blood has arrived, Wolf Faction Demon Hunter, let us raise our glasses and celebrate!"

"Aye! Aye! Aye!"

The demon hunters were shouting strangely.

The wine glasses hit the wooden table, making thumping sounds.

The golden wine was spilled on the table, and the hall was immediately filled with the aroma of wine.

The wine hasn't been finished yet, but the atmosphere is already a little tipsy.

In the revelry of the banquet, besides the wine, Ailin was the absolute protagonist.

"Alin, Alin, tell us how you killed these two monsters."

"Yes, come and tell me about it."

After two glasses of wine, Ailin became more talkative.

"...Old Spearhead's huge body fell directly from above my head, and a large shadow enveloped me completely. In an instant, the sky became dark..."

After a pause, Ailin cleared his throat, raised his glass, and took a sip of the fruit wine. His tongue felt spicy, first bitter and then sweet, and the rich fruity aroma instantly permeated his heart.

"Go on, Arryn. What next?"

The interruption of Arryn's story made the witchers present feel uncomfortable and they couldn't wait to continue.

After drinking the wine, Ailin smacked his lips again and continued:
"...Then I dodged and hid in the cracks of the rocks. Old Spearhead stepped down with his big feet, and sand and stones flew everywhere. At the closest moment, I could clearly see the thick and long hairs on Old Spearhead's legs..."

……

The story of "Old Spearhead fighting with the Ice King and the witcher apprentice taking advantage" processed by Ailin is thrilling and legendary.

From luring the old spearhead away from the mountain to miraculously encountering the celestial sphere intersection, to using the ice spear spell to maintain the balance of power between the monsters, and finally taking their heads.

The witchers at the long table listened with fascination.

Hughes, Bunter, and Fred all had expressions of admiration on their faces. As fellow demon hunters who had passed the trial, they did not feel the slightest bit of loss for having their glory snatched away from them. Instead, they agreed with him all the time.

The emotional value is sufficient.

While Ailin was making up the story, the chief quietly left his seat and walked to the corner of the hall.

The sorceress leaned against the darkness, lightly holding the crystal glass in her right hand, slowly shaking the red wine in the glass, and stared in the direction of the long table in a trance.

The Chief followed her gaze.

Ailin's face was flushed and he looked energetic, his young face full of confidence.

"Wouldn't you like to come over and celebrate together?" the chief asked with a smile.

She shook her head lazily, took a sip of red wine, and said nothing.

The chief hesitated for a moment, then approached the sorceress as if nothing had happened.

The sorceress glanced at him and did nothing.

Seeing this, the chief seemed to be encouraged. He took three or two steps to her side and leaned against the darkness with the same action.

"Vera, just as the prophecy said, the Child of Miracles has leaped over the grave of death."

"Ah."

"Vera, reality has proved that our original choice was correct."

"Ah."

"Vera...Vera, can we start over?"

"..." Vera stopped shaking the wine glass when she heard that.

She stared deeply at the chief, making him so nervous that even the smile on his face became unnatural.

Then the sorceress suddenly laughed.

The sudden smile cheered up the chief, who thought the sorceress was going to agree to get back together with him. However, she smiled, then turned her head to look at the long table and imitated him in a rough voice:
"Just assume that our demon hunters have been transformed into cold-blooded and heartless by the herbal decoction..."

After a pause, she continued:
"Soi, you have been transformed into a cold and heartless person by the herbal decoction. How can we start over?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the chief's face suddenly froze, and he shook his head helplessly, thinking:

"Vera is still the same as before. She really holds a grudge."

"Yes, I do hold grudges." The sorceress nodded, not hiding her mind-reading behavior.

The chief was not angry but happy.

As long as you are willing to joke with him, there is hope.

So, while chatting intermittently with the sorceress, he listened attentively to Ayling's repeated tales of the battles of hunting down Old Spearhead and the Water Ghost King, under the flattery of many demon hunters.

"That's right, Soi."

The sorceress's serious voice suddenly came from the side.

"What's wrong, Wei?"

The chief pricked up his ears instantly.

"The fighting competition between the Wolf School and the Cat School, when are you going to notify Ailin and the others?"

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