Acting Head of the School of the Wolf

"Wei, wait until..."

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

The light red soundproof shield disappeared quietly, interrupting the chief's words.

The croaking of frogs by Killer Lake suddenly stopped.

Obviously.

While practicing the Ice Lance Spell, the masters did not forget their duties.

They keep a close eye on the harmonious coexistence between the School of the Wolf Witchers and the Warlocks.

"Um?"

"That's... that's Ailin and the others coming back?"

Dante noticed the dark spots on the distant mountains.

He counted the number of black dots, then looked at Aristo and Vesemir with some surprise and doubt, his face clearly saying, "Is this what you mean by not being able to release water?"

He looked up at the position of the sun.

Based on this end time, the trial route they arranged was as if there were no monsters at all.

But that's not right either.

Vesemir might still have a soft heart.

But how could Aristo, who values trials and tradition so highly, possibly slack off during important trials?

Dante was puzzled.

After counting the number of black dots, all the Witcher Master, including the Chief, looked at Aristo and Vesemir with suspicion.

It's not that they don't want all the apprentices to pass the trials.

Instead, the apprentices who hadn't even mastered swordsmanship a month ago not only all passed the trial, but judging from the movement speed of the black dots, none of them were seriously injured, which was truly illogical.

Under the pressure of everyone's gazes, Vesemir and Aristo exchanged an incredulous glance.

Aristo said seriously, "On this route, Vesemir and I have arranged two groups of water ghosts."

"The fewest are seventeen, the most are twenty-four, and that doesn't even include other monsters we might encounter on the way."

"Moreover, if they don't follow the route we marked, unless they swim across Killer Lake, the dangers they encounter will only increase, not decrease!"

"But swimming there that fast is impossible..."

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

It seems that with twenty water ghosts and ten apprentices, it would only take one person to deal with two of them.

But in reality...

A witcher apprentice who has only been trained for a month, with the need to practice signs, swordsmanship, and battle formations, simply cannot make such precise divisions.

Moreover, in the masters' minds, only Huus and his two companions could handle two water ghosts at once; the other apprentices might even struggle to handle a single water ghost.

Even Ailin's strength wasn't enough to take on all twenty water ghosts.

Aristo imagined the best way to get through would be to secretly deal with the large group of monsters, one by one.

But this would take a very long time, which is clearly not the method they use.

In addition, there may be other monsters that appear...

That makes sense; any more would be deliberately designed to kill these apprentices.

"No need to guess," the chief suddenly said. "We'll know when Ailin and the others return."

The noisy discussion suddenly stopped.

Soon, the eleven figures approached.

The crowd looked them over and were surprised to find that, apart from two other apprentices who had bruises on their faces, most of the apprentices seemed to be unharmed.

"Bang~ Bang~"

Two gray, headless corpses were thrown to the ground, their grotesque heads hanging from the belt of the lead witcher.

"You also encountered Foglet?" Dante asked in surprise.

This monster is a demon hunter killer.

Not only is it agile, but it is also very cunning, knows how to disguise and deceive, and even has a spell like the mist that makes even a silver sword ineffective.

Hearing this, Huus raised his head, looked at the astonished crowd, and said loudly:

"In this trial, the Pact of the Wolves slew forty-one water ghosts, two Foglet, and four Ghoul..."

"Apart from two people who suffered minor injuries, no one died!"

A youthful yet powerful voice echoed along the Killer Lake.

After their initial shock, the Witcher Master began asking questions all at once about what had happened.

After learning that Ailin only killed two Foglet, and that the apprentices dealt with the rest of the water ghosts and Ghoul, they were greatly impressed.

They first tested the swordsmanship of a few apprentices with skepticism, then, unconvinced, tested the swordsmanship of everyone, and were surprised to find that almost every apprentice's swordsmanship was at the level of a travel-trained witcher.

"This... this... this..."

Dante glanced at Aristo somewhat incoherently.

If the facts weren't right before their eyes, no witcher would believe that an apprentice could improve his swordsmanship to the level of a seasoned witcher in just one month.

They had been traveling in the Northern Continent for four or five years and had also been fighting monsters for four or five years.

Aristo shook his head, sighed, and said:

"It's because of Ailin, I only taught him for a few days."

The other Witcher Master, including the Chief, were no less surprised than Dante.

However, considering his status as the Child of Miracle, the chief was only momentarily shocked before helping Ailin to give a perfunctory reply:

"Have you all forgotten the Witcher's Eye?"

"The Witcher's Eye has this effect?" Dante was surprised again.

The chief was momentarily speechless.

The Sorceress stood by, helplessly pondering whether she should revise the experimental records again.

As for the instigator, Ailin.

He never intended to hide it, or rather, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden anyway.

With so many members in the Monster Hunting Legion, it's not good to not promote any of them; if they do, it will definitely be discovered by those with ulterior motives.

So when Huus and the others noticed something was wrong and asked questions, Ailin had already given up entirely.

However, as long as he doesn't admit it, this matter remains just a legend.

While having few negative effects, it can also increase the cohesion of legion members and its appeal to other witchers.

So, following the chief's lead, he didn't offer any further explanation.

After a series of perfunctory "uh-huhs" and "yeahs," the Witcher Master wisely stopped asking questions.

After all, although Ailin was young, he was one of the Witcher Master just like them.

not to mention.

This event not only did not harm the school of thought, but it also gave them some confidence in the prophesied future.

As for the rest...

The chief and the Sorceress certainly knew what was going on.

The surprise at the sudden increase in the strength of the Pact of the Wolves has come to an end.

With the chief's approval, the Witcher Master also acknowledged that these apprentices had passed the Trial of the Mountains.

What happened next was the same as what Ailin had experienced a month earlier: after an ancient and wild ritual, blood was smeared on the foreheads of all the apprentices.

However, unlike a month ago, he was no longer the apprentice who was smeared with blood and reborn.

Instead, he was Witcher Master smeared the blood of his legion's apprentices, and the leader of the School of the Wolf 'Pact of the Wolves Witcher Company.

After Ailin applied the last drop of blood, the chief suddenly asked:

"Ailin, do you remember what I said back then?"

Ailin paused for a moment, unsure of what the chief meant, and could only nod.

"These are your legion members; you shall accept them on behalf of the School of the Wolf!"

After the chief finished speaking, before Ailin could refuse, he walked over to the Sorceress on the edge, under the astonished gazes of the Witcher Master.

Should I represent the School of the Wolf?

Ailin was stunned, and in the blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Then.

He glanced at the chief priest and the Sorceress, who were smiling and standing side by side, then turned back to the apprentices under their admiring gazes and proclaimed loudly:

"The sun is high in the sky, and the wolf pack of Kaer Morhen has been replenished with new blood today."

"Let's bring the good news back to the Ancient Sea Fortress, light a bonfire, and drink until we drop!"

"Aye! Aye! Aye!"

The demon hunters rhythmically patted their chests, responding with a vast, ancient melody:

"Let's light a bonfire and drink until we're drunk!"

"Let's light a bonfire and drink until we're drunk!"