The Old Wolf Watches Over the Cubs
The legion has been formed.
Exclusive raid missions for the Legion have also been activated.
Logically speaking, Ailin should press his advantage, lead Huus and the others straight to Killer Lake, blow the Drowner Whistle, and draw his silver sword.
Engage in a thrilling hunt between witchers and water ghosts.
pity.
Heavy snow has blocked the mountain pass.
Ailin had already suffered enough from the deep snow yesterday.
If the snow hadn't been knee-deep, making movement difficult, he wouldn't have almost fallen into the hands of the Swamp Hag.
Therefore, Ailin not only did not intend to invite Huus and the others to hunt monsters in the wild.
He himself would not leave Kaer Morhen until the snow had melted.
However, the past few days have been sunny.
so.
Amidst the crackling sound of the wooden sticks striking each other, Ailin looked up at the bright, warm winter sun and speculated:
"With such a bright sun, the snow should melt in three or four days, right?"
Seven days later.
The top floor of the main castle of the Ancient Sea Fortress.
Ailin sat at the end of the long black table, looking wistfully at the swirling snow outside the window.
Who could have imagined that the clear skies after the Trial of the Mountains were just the Snow God taking a quiet nap?
The sky over Kaer Morhen was clear for only four days before a heavy snowfall followed.
The heavy snow continued day after day without stopping.
Having been born in the south in her previous life, this was the first time Ailin had ever seen what snow piled up taller than a person looked like.
Throwing Huus off the walls of the Ancient Sea Fortress was like throwing him into a white sea; in the blink of an eye, he disappeared deep into the snow.
After that, they had to muster all their strength to use the Alde Sign to blast a path back to the castle.
That's quite interesting!
but.
According to the memories Ailin later retrieved from his mind, the heavy snow was expected to last at least five more days.
That is, the seventh day of the Rebirth Moon.
At that time.
With the spring equinox approaching, the apprentice combat tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat will be held in just two months.
We'll need at least another month and a half on the road...
He doesn't have much time left to familiarize himself with the legion and improve his strength!
"Ailin, is the Snow Sea fun?" Vesemir's voice suddenly rang out from the other side.
"Fun..." Ailin answered instinctively.
Then, realizing something, he turned and glared at Vesemir.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
A burst of laughter erupted from the long black table.
Ailin was somewhat embarrassed to discover that the Witcher Master had all arrived at some point.
The way he was gazing out the window at the heavy snow and lost in thought probably made them think he wanted to go out and play in the snow with Huus and the others!
"It's alright! It's alright!"
"Master Ailin, this is the normal way for you."
"Otherwise, if we keep pushing ourselves like this, problems will inevitably arise sooner or later!"
White, White his gray hair, laughed heartily a few times before giving his kind instructions.
"Old White is right. Don't worry too much. Even if the sky falls, we'll hold it up. It won't be your turn!"
Master Aristo stroked his beard and offered words of comfort in a gruff voice.
Vesemir, Dante, the chief, and the other Witcher Master at the black table all looked at him with gentle eyes.
Like an old wolf watching over its cubs.
The awkwardness was swept away by these sincere concerns, and Ailin felt a warmth in her heart, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.
However, he quickly and solemnly explained:
"I was thinking about something else, I wasn't thinking about going out to play in the snow!"
Dante laughed loudly again and said:
"Good, good, it seems our Master Ailin is still very busy!"
"In that case..." He turned to the head of the long table and said, "Chief, let's begin quickly!"
"Start now, start now!" the Witcher Master clamored, like a group of centuries-old children.
Seeing this, Ailin knew that this matter could not be explained.
After covering her face and sighing, she stopped struggling.
Seeing that the commotion at the long table had subsided, the chief nodded slightly and softly called out, "Vesemir!"
"Smack!"
A snap of fingers rang out from the darkness in the corner.
In an instant.
Each Witcher's table was covered with a full beer glass, filled with a clear, dark blue liquid.
The Witcher Master looked at each other, puzzled, wondering what the chief meant.
"Try drinking it," the chief said.
The Witcher Master did not hesitate upon hearing this.
After exchanging glances, they both drank the liquid in their glasses.
"Um?"
Almost the instant the liquid was drunk, the Witcher Master realized what was happening.
"Has your strength increased a little?"
Dante asked, somewhat uncertainly.
"It's not just strength," the bearded Aristo denied, "His physique seems to have improved even more."
Both Strength and Constitution are enhanced.
Yes.
The Sorceress's snap of her fingers conjured up a ghostly blue liquid, which was the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid.
Moreover, according to Ailin's estimate, each cup contains about ten standard doses of Essence Fluid, which can increase strength by one point and physique by two points.
For Witcher Master, the enhancement, though subtle, is perceptible.
White, who was in charge of the accounts for the School of the Wolf, glanced at the corner where the Sorceress was, and said tactfully with his head turned:
"Master, the potion is very effective, but it's not worth the expense."
Upon hearing this, the chief shook his head and said:
"This potion isn't expensive; all you need is the heart of a water ghost."
"What!" Everyone was so surprised that they stood up from their seats.
They were all renowned Witcher Master, over the years, had consumed various potions that could enhance their physical abilities.
Each bottle is worth a fortune.
Although the potion I just drank didn't improve my strength much, potions with similar effects would cost at least 800 Oren each.
There's no guarantee you'll be able to buy it anywhere.
This is because these types of potions require alchemists to have a very high level of skill in potion-making.
The chief actually said he only needed one water ghost heart!
This... this is absolutely incredible!
"As expected of Lady Vesemir, her alchemy skills have improved once again."
After Vesemir made a comment of praise.
Exclamations of amazement rose and fell across the long black table.
Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from the darkness in the corner.
"My alchemy skills have indeed improved, but I didn't create this potion recipe..."
At the crucial point, the cool female voice suddenly stopped with amusement, then, with a strong sense of pride, said:
"It's Ailin!"
"It was Ailin who created this formula!"
"What!"
The Witcher Master all turned to look at the end of the long table that they had ignored.
As the masters stared at him in astonishment, Ailin felt a surge of secret pleasure, but also a little embarrassed as he held his beer glass and subtly covered his face.
"I didn't expect that other Witcher Master haven't used the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid until now," he thought to himself.
Ailin glanced at the chief, who was smiling faintly, and at the graceful figure in the darkness in the corner.
I felt a little touched.
He knew that all of this was paving the way for him.
and.
If he's not mistaken.
The Witcher Master ' shock at this meeting was not an isolated incident.
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Only two chapters today.
The week of Sundays and Saturdays is over. I need to speed things up now. I'll just post two chapters today to organize my thoughts. I should continue with Sundays and Saturdays tomorrow.
First, I'll finish updating the ten chapters by the guild leader "Soda0", then the chapters for first-time subscribers and monthly pass subscribers.
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