Abandoned Castle

"Sorry, we don't have any rooms available."

After a polite but cold refusal, Ailin and the others watched Vesemir leave the inn.

"Ailin, that owner is clearly lying to us. How could there be no rooms available? There isn't even a single horse in the stables next door..."

Huus glared indignantly at the small hotel.

This is the third hotel to refuse them.

The excuses given by each company for refusing were almost the same, and this company was even a little nicer.

The shop ahead had just finished serving Vesemir when it started serving the next customer.

His mood changes extremely quickly; he doesn't even try to hide his enthusiasm when greeting people.

"Alright, Huus, Master Vesemir is here!"

Ailin, holding the reins, nudged Huus, whose face was pale with anger, with his elbow, and then gestured with his eyes to Bont and Fred, who were equally indignant.

He already had a premonition when the provocative merchant left the city gate.

The witcher's rumors that smear the witcher will at most cause these inns to raise their prices.

The rumors heard outside the city gates about the Witcher going berserk and slaughtering the guards in the royal capital, Ad Kale, are probably the reason why these innkeepers would rather close their doors than accommodate a few people.

"The School of the Cat is indeed a cancer among Witchers!"

Ailin thought to himself.

"Sorry, this shop is full too. Let's go to the downtown area instead."

Vesemir scratched his head and walked over.

"Master Vesemir, we've come here to participate in the competition, why don't we go directly to Ban Ade Academy?"

Fred asked, puzzled.

Vesemir shook his head and turned to look at Huus:

"Do you remember what I said when I taught you how to process water ghost materials?"

Huus paused for a moment, then thought for a second and said:

"Far... far away from Ban Ad, isn't that where witchers aren't welcome?"

Vesemir sighed and said:

"Yes, but at that time I was only referring to Ben Ade College."

"It seems even this city doesn't welcome us!"

After a pause, Vesemir glanced back helplessly at the inn he had just left and sighed.

"If you are invited by the king to go to the sorcerer, they will certainly arrange accommodations."

"But believe me, that's not a good place for witchers."

"At Ban Aard Academy, even the weakest sorcerer apprentices make no attempt to hide their desire to dissect you, and many mad wizards have even gone so far as to do so."

Fred took a deep breath and dared not speak.

"Master Vesemir, there are still more than ten days until the Apprentice Combat Tournament. Why don't we find a village nearby with an inn?"

"Anyway, we have horses, so we can get here quickly by riding over in the morning."

Ailin spoke up helplessly.

He really didn't want to go to the lower city.

Unlike other cities, Ban Aard is an academy castle, with the male wizard academy at its core.

Therefore, the upper districts of other cities might have been occupied by nobles, as well as clubs or shops that served them.

The upper town of Ban Ard is filled with shops catering to Sorcerer Apprentice, and also houses some of the more upscale hotels.

The lower district, which is usually the commercial center of the city, is also the residential area for craftsmen and merchants.

It is more like a slum.

The lower city was chaotic; as they passed through the city gate, many eyes were already fixed on their mare.

Witchers don't have a good image among the residents here, so if they actually settled down in the lower city...

They're looking for a hotel to rest, not to cause trouble.

What's even more unbearable is...

Ban Ade really stinks; the smell of all kinds of excrement and garbage permeates the air.

There were also some unidentified solid-liquid mixtures on the ground from time to time.

This is truly a cruel torment for a witcher with keen senses.

And this is still in the Upper District.

When they first entered the city gates and followed Vesemir to the lower city, Ailin almost suffocated.

Upon hearing Ailin's suggestion, the eyes of several young witchers lit up, and they echoed in agreement:

"Yes! Master Vesemir, Ailin is right, let's leave quickly!"

It's clear that they've had enough of the city, both physically and mentally.

after all.

Because of her past life experiences, it was natural for Ailin to be unable to tolerate the environment here.

Huus, Bont, and Fred were all sent to Kaer Morhen as children, and they didn't have the experience of stepping in dog poop so easily!

Although there are some weeds on both sides of the streets in Kaer Morhen, they are still very clean.

The moment I arrived at Ban Ad today, my previously beautiful illusions about the Wizarding Academy were shattered.

I just want to leave as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Vesemir agreed after only a few seconds of thought, as if he had been waiting for someone to make this suggestion.

After making a decision, he pulled on the reins, seemingly unintentionally dodging the unidentified solid object, and carefully walked towards the city gate.

Clearly, even a seasoned Witcher Master simply has a high tolerance for stench, rather than enjoying it.

After leaving Ban Ade.

The air, filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, immediately soothed my sense of smell, which had been tormented by the stench.

Several witchers on horseback couldn't help but gasp for breath.

Even Vesemir was the same, only his rapid breathing was slightly more concealed.

noon.

The Hundred Fruit Garden near Ban Ade.

"Da~Da~Da~"

With the light sound of horses' hooves, Vesemir led the way and soon arrived at the center of the town.

The tavern and inn were right next door, but the Witcher Master made no move to stop and walked straight through.

Seeing this, Ailin quickly squeezed his legs together, urging Radish to catch up with Vesemir, and shouted, "Master Vesemir, we've arrived at the inn!"

"I know!"

"After entering the town, I remembered that I actually knew the owner of the town."

"Viscount Hudson entrusted me with several tasks a few years ago, and we got along very well at the time."

"So..."

Vesemir adjusted his Black Wide-brimmed Hat, turned his head, and smiled smugly:

"You wolf cubs are in for a treat. The Viscount's cook makes a delicious Beef Tomato Stew. The timing is perfect; if we go now, we can catch the noble's dinner."

The young witchers looked at each other, all somewhat excited.

"But are we just going to go like this? Don't we need to prepare anything in advance?" Ailin, somewhat confused.

Isn't it said that nobles have many rules and benefits?

"Haha, Viscount Hudson is a very hospitable and generous man who doesn't care about formalities."

"Enough talk, let's speed things up." Vesemir smiled and squeezed his legs together, looking rather impatient.

It seems that Vesemir and that Viscount Hudson do have a very good relationship, Ailin thought.

About five minutes later.

Several witchers arrived at their destination.

"Master Vesemir, are you sure this is the place?" Bont asked timidly.

There were no guards, the city gate was crooked, and there were rubble and knee-high weeds everywhere.

The castle appears to have been abandoned for a long time.