Did the Wildcat Name Its Price?

Kaer Morhen.

The Alchemy Room of the South Tower.

Hearing the familiar notification tone, Ailin froze.

Um?

Main Quest?

The Demon Hunters... Legion?

Since the incident involving the water ghosts, there hasn't been Main Quest for a very long time.

"What's wrong, Ailin?"

A deep male voice interrupted Ailin's thoughts.

"It's nothing, Chief, thank you very much for your trust," Ailin said quickly.

The chief gave him a strange look but didn't press further, saying:

"How do you plan to establish the Witcher Company?"

"Considering the attitudes of other witchers, the school can't offer you much help in this regard."

After pondering for a moment, Ailin shook his head and said:

"As long as the school acknowledges me, the action of establishing the Witcher Company is sufficient; no other assistance is needed."

"Hmm... I might need to get involved in the training of Witcher apprentices in the future, but not for now."

The chief asked, "You only plan to recruit Witcher apprentices?"

"What about the ordinary witchers?"

Ailin paced around the room for a moment before saying:

"No, for now, it'll be Huus, Bont, and Fred."

"Although I already have the title and record of Witcher Master, it's not certain that many witchers will respect me."

"Even if such witchers are strong, their addition would only create some unstable factors."

"Moreover, it would be too conspicuous to do this if the enemy were a king or a wizard."

The chief thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, agreeing with his idea:

"It's fine if you have an idea, but this way, the Monster Hunting Legion's strength won't be able to take shape quickly."

That's not necessarily true... Ailin thought to himself.

"That's not necessarily true!"

A cold female voice suddenly rang out, startling Ailin so much that his heart stopped, and he thought the Sorceress had read his mind.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the Sorceress was looking at the chief, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The chief asked curiously, "Vesemir, do you have any good ideas?"

"There is a group of witcher apprentices whose physical fitness is just a little short of the standard for the Trial of Grasses."

"After taking the Essence Fluid in the next few days, I should be able to meet the requirements and join Ailin's Witcher Company."

"Won't this affect the success rate of the trial?" the chief asked hesitantly.

"They are only missing physical fitness to meet the standards of the Trial of Grasses."

After thinking for a moment, the chief nodded.

"Vesemir, I'll leave it to you."

Then.

He looked at Ailin and instructed him:

"I will discuss the matter of the Witcher Company with the senior Witcher Master. There shouldn't be any problems."

"As for the witcher apprentices who successfully passed the trials..."

Ailin continued, "First, as reserves for the Witcher Company, I will call on Vesemir and, together with Huus and the others, teach these apprentices signs and swordsmanship."

The chief nodded slightly; his business here was now finished.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

After saying goodbye, the chief glanced at Ailin and Vesemir, then turned and walked towards the door.

suddenly.

"Chief, I will find a way to improve the strength of the Witcher Company as soon as possible..."

"That scene in my dream will definitely not happen."

The chief hesitated for a moment as he opened the door, then turned to encourage him:

"The Child of Miracle brings miracles."

"Ailin, I look forward to your future..."

Ad Kalley.

This is a giant city built on the banks of the Lisela River, and it is the capital of Kedwen.

"Huff~ Huff~"

Having just informed the guards that he had entered the outer city of Ad Kalai, Farouk took a deep breath and glanced at the brightly lit royal palace in the distance.

Not every wizard can use portals.

This spell requires the wizard to have a profound understanding of space and time.

Clearly, Farouk did not meet this requirement.

therefore.

It took him more than ten days, accompanied by a wizard apprentice, to return from Kaer Morhen to the capital of Kedwen.

As Farouk smelled the familiar city scent in the air, his heart instantly calmed down.

"Ah!"

"Master Farouk, why does it stink so badly here!"

The young man's disdainful voice shattered Farouk's tranquility.

He frowned slightly, but considering the young man's background and the word "master" he had uttered, he subtly relaxed his brow and said:

"Robin, this is the scent of the city, the smell of prosperity, it is..."

"Master Farouk, you... you're lying to me, this smells like a latrine!"

Robin is straightforward and outspoken; he says whatever smells in his mouth.

Doesn't he know this smell well? He can smell it every day.

Farouk's brow furrowed again.

If this apprentice weren't backed by the Bloody Red Fox, Farouk would have definitely taught him a lesson for those few defiant words—

Why is a wizard a wizard and an apprentice an apprentice?

Sigh~

Farouk sighed and explained:

"That's how it is in Kedwen's capital; it gets a bit better once you get into the inner city..."

Robin opened his mouth, about to speak, but was interrupted by him raising his hand.

Farouk quickly took a money pouch from his mage robes, opened it, and took out three Oren...

After thinking for a moment, he took out two more Oren and placed them in Robin's hand, saying:

"I will be meeting with the King of Kedwen in a little while. You can find a tavern nearby to stay in. I will take you back to Ban Ade tomorrow."

After saying this, Farouk saw Robin nod and walked straight toward the palace.

A moment later.

After a thorough search, a silent steward led him to the palace.

The palace corridors were dimly lit and interconnected.

The butler led him through these winding corridors, and after passing through a large gate and two rows of a dozen guards, his eyes were suddenly filled with light.

After sensing the stagnant magical elements around him, Farouk knew that he had arrived at his destination.

This is King Kedwen's study, but the king is not reading.

A row of male servants held candles for lighting, and the air was filled with the aroma of fruit wine and roasted meat.

Farouk sniffed and looked in the direction of the smell.

A huge figure sat on an exquisitely carved bench, eating as if no one else was around.

This is none other than "The Glutton" Haxor, the most powerful man in Kedwen.

Farouk was about to bow when a servant stopped him, gesturing for him to wait where he was.

then.

He stood there waiting for a long time, so long that he thought the sun was about to rise, before Haxor finally stopped talking.

The hand, with fingers as thick as radishes, waved to the side.

Haxor took a piece of clean white silk from the waiter, wiped his mouth, glanced at the wizard, and said:

"How is the situation in Kaer Morhen?"

"Your Majesty, Kaer Morhen, as in previous years, has been indulging in drinking and revelry every winter, and security has been relaxed."

"Hmph~" Haxor sneered, "Those freaks certainly know how to enjoy themselves. And what about that red fox? Is it here?"

"When I arrived, Lady Vesemir was not there. She was probably just like usual, having prepared the potions for the witcher's trial and then left."

Haxor nodded, his expression softening considerably. After a moment's thought, he said:

"Then go back and tell your dean that the plan will proceed as scheduled."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

For a long time, the only sound in the study was the burning of candles.

Haxor stared expressionlessly at the blood-stained bones on the table, then suddenly asked:

"Did those stray cats offer a price?"

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