What Are You Talking About?

"What?"

"The Rock Troll are here?"

Sali stumbled as she leaned against the doorway, and without even looking at what was happening outside, she immediately ran inside the city gate.

The strongest monsters he killed were water ghosts and Ghoul.

Face the Rock Troll?

This is a large monster.

If he could handle it, would a recent graduate apprentice have gotten the title of Witcher Master?

"Where are the city gates closed?" Sali asked quickly.

"In the passageway on the second floor of the city wall..."

"Tap tap tap~"

Sali rushed upstairs, then froze, turned around and shouted:

"Mago! The door to the second floor is locked!!!"

"Ah! Then... then let's go find it quickly..."

Mago panicked upon hearing this.

Judging from the distance the Rock Troll was at, it would be charging over in no time, and there wouldn't be enough time to find anyone.

In his haste, he became somewhat incoherent.

However, his years of experience surviving near-death experiences calmed him down, and he looked up and shouted:

"No! There's no time! Just use the Alde Sign to blast it open."

He then ran to the back of the city gate, intending to observe the Rock Troll's movements, when he suddenly heard a voice:

"Mago! I've forgotten how to cast Ald!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray-blue figure appeared at the corner of the city gate.

A powerful aura, unique to large monsters, permeated the air.

The Witcher Mago froze instantly, thinking:

"Damn it! I didn't die on the road to glory, but I'm going to die at the hands of a piece of trash!"

The setting sun casts its rays.

The brilliant sunlight shone on the white snow, reflecting a golden light.

It's as if countless treasures of gold and silver are hidden in this snow.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

Big Stone and Broken Stone carried the corpses of the swamp witch and the Ghoul in front.

Ailin walked behind to prevent any corpses from slipping and to tease the Little Stone.

"... Witcher... the stone house... we've arrived..."

Hearing the booming sound of the Big Stone, Ailin peered through the gap between the two Rock Troll.

The enormous castle stood gleaming in the warm winter sun.

Kaer Morhen has arrived!

Ailin smiled and said:

"We've arrived. Big Stone, Broken Stone, and Little Stone, thank you all."

"... Friend... help... rotten flesh... return gift..."

Big Stone shook his head, paused, and then continued, "... Big Stone... Stone House... Bad Witcher... Spiked Troll..."

"Don't worry, this is my home, you are my friend, the Witcher won't hurt you..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Ding ding ding ding—"

The alarm rang, interrupting Ailin.

He paused, realizing how happy he had been playing with the Little Stone.

Ailin then remembered that Kaer Morhen at this time was different from the game; it was guarded.

But by then it's too late to remind them.

The snow made walking difficult, and his voice couldn't drown out the clanging of the alarm bells.

Moreover...

Ailin thought for a moment and decided to use this opportunity to test the School of the Wolf's vigilance.

after all.

During the defense of Kaer Morhen, so many witchers were killed in a single raid, leaving only Vesemir and a few apprentices alive.

That's really hard to believe.

However, those things all happen in the game and cannot be simply applied to reality.

Now is a good opportunity to take a look at the School of the Wolf in this world and see just how vigilant they are.

then.

After explaining a few words to Big Stone, Broken Stone, and Little Stone, who were somewhat flustered upon hearing the alarm, Ailin simply continued walking towards the gate of the Ancient Sea Fortress at the original pace.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

Kaer Morhen was shaking, and the rubble inside the doorway was jumping haphazardly on the ground.

"Clang!"

The silver sword was drawn.

Mago hid behind the doorway, cast a Quen Shield on himself, and stood ready for battle.

The alarm has been sounded, and backup will be arriving soon.

The chief, the master, and even the Bloody Red Fox are all in Kaer Morhen, so these two Rock Troll have never been a problem for the School of the Wolf.

The question is, can he stop the monsters before they arrive?

Mago actually knew the answer to this question.

However, he never considered running away.

After all, the entrance to Kaer Morhen is the dormitory for Witcher apprentices.

Those children, who are not yet seven or eight years old and are still "making choices," are all training in the southwest corner.

If the Rock Troll were put in, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

The footsteps grew closer, Mago hid in the shadows, the golden sunlight on the ground obscured by the huge shadows.

For some reason, as he looked at the enormous shadow, a question that he hadn't had time to think about in his haste suddenly flashed into his mind.

Where did these two Rock Troll come from?

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

The footsteps were now only a wall away from Mago.

"Phew~"

He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, gripped the silver sword tightly with both hands, and stared intently at the shadow on the ground.

Immediately following.

The shadow of the monster's calf gradually moved forward, and the moment its instep appeared before their eyes...

It stopped.

Mago:?

What happened?

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead; he almost missed with his sword.

"Mago? Sali?"

A familiar voice came from the doorway.

"It's Ailin's voice!" he thought.

However, Mago dared not agree, fearing it might be bait for the monster.

Although he didn't know why the Rock Troll had the decoy skill, after all, he hadn't studied the Monster Economics properly.

"Mago? It's me, Ailin. I can smell you!" the voice continued.

Mago remained unmoved.

Anyway, the other witchers are coming soon, so this stalemate is the best outcome.

"These three Rock Troll are my friends, and I'm coming in now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ailin rushed in from around the corner.

"Clang!"

The steel sword and the silver sword clashed together.

Mars is shooting out in all directions.

The silver sword was forced back several steps by the immense force.

"You really are Ailin!"

With a gasp, the two simultaneously lowered their guard.

Ailin glanced around the doorway and, not seeing Sali, assumed he had gone to call for help.

Why not just call for help or use an alarm?

And if you had the time to call for help, why didn't you lower the gate?

Although he was puzzled, Ailin didn't show it on his face and replied harmlessly:

"It really is me."

"Those three Rock Troll you just saw are my friends."

"They came to help me move the materials."

Mago's mind was buzzing.

What exactly is Ailin saying?

What troll helped him move materials?

I recognize every single word he says, but when they're put together, I can't understand him.

Seeing that Mago stood there blankly without any extreme reaction, Ailin turned his head and called out:

"Big Stone, Broken Stone, Little Stone, come in quickly, we're at my home."

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

Three figures of different heights, but all heavy, walked into the gate of the Ancient Sea Fortress from the sunlight.

A heavy shadow loomed over Mago.

The intense magical aura emanating from the three powers made his legs weak, rendering him speechless for a moment.

"Damn it! What Ailin said was actually true!"

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