The Beginning of the Monster Hunting Legion

The Witcher.

A professional monster killer.

They underwent mutations to become mutants, gaining superhuman abilities to deal with monsters that ordinary people could not face.

This mutation refers to the Trial of Grasses.

The average mortality rate of 40% hinders the development of the witch hunter community and is also a source of public slander against them.

after all.

No parent wants their child to die in extreme pain.

To obey the Accident Law and surrender one's own flesh and blood is tantamount to killing them with one's own hands.

But if...

Has the mortality rate decreased in the Trial of Grasses?

even.

Imagine if the death rate in the Trial of Grasses dropped to zero?

Immortality combined with extraordinary power comes at the cost of losing fertility.

Witchers may thus become the most popular profession in the Northern Continent and even the entire world.

In that case, which force would dare to oppose them?

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

The seasoned chief's breathing became rapid.

A pair of silver eyes stared intently at the Sorceress.

The Sorceress lowered her head and pondered for a moment before shaking her head.

"Why not?" the chief asked urgently.

"I didn't say no, I just didn't know."

Ignoring the chief's anxiety, the Sorceress slowly shook the Essence Fluid in her hand and drank it down in one gulp.

About half a minute later, she opened her eyes and said:

"I don't know without testing it..."

"However, based on the efficacy analysis, more children should survive the Trial of Grasses."

The Chief and Ailin both breathed a sigh of relief and began to look forward to the future.

"The next step is to refine a large quantity of the Essence Fluid," the chief thought to himself.

Then he looked at Ailin.

Ailin could understand the chief's gaze without needing to read minds.

But he was short on time, and he had hundreds of apprentices.

If the results are significant, there will be more to come.

He doesn't have time to be a medicine-making robot.

So Ailin looked at the Sorceress.

The Sorceress nodded slightly, not refusing, and said:

"I will teach Mary how to refine the Essence Fluid as soon as possible."

Mary:?

She wanted to refuse, but unfortunately, she had the least say among the four people.

Mary was the Sorceress's apprentice, and before she graduated, she was the Sorceress's property, or even Sorceress slave.

Under the Sorceress's cold gaze, she could only nod stiffly, tears welling up in her dark face again as she forced a smile and said:

"I... I will learn it as soon as possible."

"Hmm." Vesemir nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, let's talk about the reward," the chief said with a smile. "Ailin, what do you want to exchange this formula for? Money? Weapons? Armor? Or magical items?"

He didn't mention the other formulas; this one Essence Fluid alone was enough to warrant a separate request.

Ailin had actually thought this through long ago.

He shook his head, looked directly into the chief's eyes, and said:

"I don't need magical items, armor, weapons, or money..."

Upon hearing this, the chief gave Ailin a deep look and said, "It seems that what you want must be more valuable than these things."

Ailin took a deep breath and said seriously:

"I want to trade all the formulas I have for a job."

"What position?"

"Commander of the School of the Wolf Witcher Company"

"Huh?" The chief was a little confused.

He glanced at Vesemir instinctively and saw that Vesemir was also stunned, so he knew it definitely wasn't her suggestion.

"Hmm... I don't recall the School of the Wolf having such a position."

"But..."

The chief stroked his short, stiff beard, pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said:

"If I understand correctly, you want to split Kaer Morhen and establish your own armed forces?"

moment.

An intense pressure emanated from the chief.

"Roar!"

In a daze, a giant dragon with wings that could blot out the sky suddenly appeared before him, roaring at him.

The roar mocked his naiveté, pitied his foolishness, and enraged him for his overstepping his bounds...

The next moment.

Huge, silver, vertical pupils filled his field of vision, staring intently at him.

They wanted to freeze him, yet they also wanted to set him ablaze, burning him to a crisp...

Ailin was so shocked by the pressure that his body instantly stiffened, like a fledgling encountering a raptor.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

until...

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

The School Emblem hummed.

The enormous silver vertical pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving only the silver Cat Eyes that the chief was staring at him.

Was that... that was an illusion?

Ailin was somewhat bewildered and instinctively wanted to escape from those silver eyes, but he forcefully suppressed his fear.

Ailin knew that what had just happened was just a test, and if he had run away from her sight, he might have given up halfway.

"That is the might of the dragon, or rather, the Reverse Dragon's Might."

The Sorceress seemed to be just passing by, walking between the two of them, and then said:

"If one day you also slay a real dragon, this kind of pressure will also appear on your body."

"This is a warning from a true dragon to its fellow human beings."

After the Sorceress walked away, the chief had already withdrawn his gaze and lowered his head as if in thought.

Dragon's Might?

Is it the red dragon that the chief hangs on the door?

No wonder the mirage pearl didn't react at all.

Ailin couldn't help but marvel at it inwardly.

Only then did he realize that he was soaked in sweat from head to toe.

He tilted his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ailin saw that Mary had somehow ended up inside a pile of water ghost hearts again.

Seeing that the chief was still pondering, he got up and removed Mary from the water ghost's heart.

Mary reeked of a distinctive burnt smell, as if she had been permeated by the fumes.

Thinking about the time ahead, she would be spending with the water ghost's heart, and even with the difficulty of Essence Fluid, Mary's face would probably remain dark for a few more days.

Even the person who started it all felt a little sorry for her.

Why do you want to establish this Witcher Company?

The chief's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Ailin immediately arranged Mary, then turned to look directly into the chief's eyes and said seriously:

"Because I want to get through this crisis, the next crisis, and countless crises to come with Kaer Morhen."

"How so?" the chief asked seriously.

Ailin leaned forward slightly and continued:

"As I said in the previous meeting with the masters, the School of the Wolf is too fragmented."

"Kaer Morhen is just the place where people are born, the place where they gather, but that's all."

"This was fine in the past, but now that the crisis has emerged, such a loose structure can no longer even protect itself."

He paused for a moment, then gave an example:

"Just like today at the gates of Kaer Morhen, in a loosely organized structure, the weakest people are guarding the most important places."

"Even if something goes wrong, we can't punish them."

"Because skilled witchers are unwilling to guard the gates in winter."

"Back then..."

"I even think that the scene in my dream might have happened because of this."

After the last sentence was spoken, the Alchemy Room fell silent.

Seeing the thoughtful expression on the chief's face, Ailin knew that things had succeeded!

As expected, after a moment of silence, the chief looked up and sighed:

"Can your Witcher Company guarantee that this won't happen?"

"Yes!" Ailin said decisively.

"Okay! I agree!"

Before Ailin could even get excited, the moment the chief finished speaking.

A familiar mechanical sound rang in his ears.

"Ding, a Main Quest has been detected: [The Beginning of the Monster Hunting Legion]."

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