As Powerful as a Witcher

Vesemir stood still, waiting until the three knights' figures disappeared from sight before looking down at Ailin and asking:

Why should I accept it?

"No matter how nicely that young nobleman speaks, it clearly violates the principle of neutrality."

If it weren't for Ailin's subtle hint, he would have refused without hesitation.

At this point, Vesemir was still unaware.

In his mind, the opinion of this young witcher, Ailin, carried far more weight than the principles that the school had upheld for hundreds of years.

Ailin gazed intently into Vesemir's eyes and said earnestly:

"We need this commission."

"After accepting this commission, these three King's Guard will not only not cause us any trouble, but will also help us keep it a secret from others."

"On the other hand, it also serves as a disguise for our true purpose."

"Master Vesemir, we have made contact with the King's personal guards, and soon others may also notice us."

"Compared to actively searching for the corpses of the Viscount's family or seeking out the human couple commissioned by the elves, helping a nobleman clean up his family's castle is obviously more acceptable to the king and wizards, and also more likely to be ignored."

"We are witchers. It's normal for witchers to accept commissions and hunt monsters."

"And..." Ailin subconsciously glanced at the surrounding ruins, paused, and then whispered:

"Master Vesemir, the neutrality of the school is no longer possible."

"I even think it's impossible to win over the king."

"Even his personal guards are so hostile to the Witcher, you can imagine what the king's attitude is like."

"We must prepare for the worst... Perhaps... taking this opportunity to unite with the elves is no longer an option, but a task we must complete."

Vesemir fell silent upon hearing this.

Even Ailin could sense the attitude of these guards, so how could he not see it?

He simply didn't want to believe it, and didn't want the School of the Wolf to clash with Kedwen's master.

after all.

If what Ailin said is true, Kaer Morhen will be utterly devoid of life.

He couldn't even imagine the scene of thirty or forty witchers facing off against a thousand troops.

What use would it be to have a few more people in the legion created by Ailin, given the previous ruler of the country?

For a moment, Vesemir felt a heavy weight pressing down on his heart, as if the cold, towering Blue Mountains were pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

"Ailin, do you think the Precognitive Dream the chief mentioned will really happen?"

Beneath the Black Wide-brimmed Hat, the Witcher Master's face suddenly appeared somewhat pale and haggard.

It took Ailin a few seconds to realize that the Precognitive Dream Vesemir was talking about was a dream he had fabricated about the destruction of that school of thought.

Before he could answer, Vesemir suddenly shook his head to himself.

I must have been stupid to ask Ailin such a question.

No matter how outstanding he is, he is still just a fourteen-year-old child.

Thinking this, he stroked Ailin's hair, forced a smile, and said:

"Let's continue clearing out the monsters in the castle. We did a good job killing those goblins earlier. It seems Kaer Morhen will soon have another goblin slayer..."

The words of praise from the Witcher Master echoed in his ears.

Ailin lowered her head and silently said to herself:

"..."

Hundred Fruit Garden.

Although Serio was very unhappy that Bowen had dragged him into this mess, he was pleased to hear the benefits Bowen promised after leaving the castle.

Serio was tempted and agreed to Bowen's request to keep the matter a secret.

after all.

If Bowen Viscount, it would be of great benefit to both the Coyle family and Bowen himself.

Moreover, Bowen promised to use his family's influence to help him advance further in the Royal Knights.

only...

Is this Bowen really reliable?

Serio glanced at it sideways and couldn't help but sigh.

After agreeing on the terms with him, Bowen, who had been discussing the pros and cons and the deal like a normal nobleman, reverted to his usual unreliable young knight self.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which side was Bowen's true self.

"Fourteen years old, she really is only fourteen years old!"

Bowen sat on his horse, looking somewhat dazed.

That witcher apprentice named Ailin, who could kill monsters at the age of fourteen, is now twenty-one and still barely survives.

"Are the magical potions described in the book really that powerful?"

"Bowen!" The middle-aged knight heard his mutterings and said sternly, "Have you forgotten that witchers' potions are all deadly?"

"Otherwise, why would there be so few witchers in this world!"

Although he was also surprised and envious of the witcher apprentice's skill at such a young age.

after all.

No knight doesn't want to improve his strength, or possess extraordinary agility and power.

But what will be the cost?

High mortality rates coexist with infertility.

The Witcher is not the right path.

At least the children of the Val family shouldn't be tricked into becoming witchers under his wing.

Bowen paused for a moment upon hearing this, then regained his composure and nodded slightly like a true aristocrat:

"I understand. I was just momentarily shocked and a little envious."

"I'm not just a little envious, you were practically obsessed just now..." Serio thought to himself.

However, he didn't say anything; Bowen wasn't a member of the Coyle family, so there was no need for him to.

"Captain Serio!"

Where did you go?

Hearing someone call his name, Serio looked in the direction of the sound.

A knight, also a member of the King's Guard, was riding towards him.

Um?

Isn't that Fowler, who's stationed in the next town? What's he doing here?

"Sir Fowler? I remember leaving my itinerary with the mayor?" Serio glanced at Bowen.

Bowen shook his head slightly, indicating that he had delivered the message.

"I didn't go to town... um... Fago, what's wrong?"

The young knight named Fowler noticed Fago lying on his horse's back, quickly spurred his horse, and rode over to Fago's side.

Fargo was the king's best friend and a member of his personal guard.

Fowler asked with a grave expression:

"Were they attacked by those damn Long-ears?"

Fago, sprawled on his horse, wiggled his hips, laboriously extended his right hand to point to the wound on his back, and laughed smugly:

"It's not Long-ears, Fowler, it's a ghost! I've encountered a ghost!"

"Demon spirit?"

Fowler was stunned.

Is encountering a spirit really something to be happy about? Unless...

"You killed a demon?" Fowler asked in surprise.

"Uh...no, that's not it." Fago somewhat awkwardly, "But..."

Serio interrupted their conversation, asking, "Fowler, weren't you in Yadai Town? What are you doing here?"

Fowler quickly replied, "Oh... oh... the King has arrived. The captain asked me to inform you to go to the Yadai Town, to the Count Burns' manor for an audience."

Serio glanced at Bowen instinctively, then heard Fowler continue:

"Oh, right, the captain also asked me to remind you guys to be careful..."

"The wizards from Ban Ade Academy went too!"