Destiny

Chapter 18 Destiny (Thanks to book friend "Night Serenade · Ubinye" for the monthly ticket)

Good heavens!

Which Witcher master is playing so wildly?

Since there were other people around, Ailin suppressed his curiosity to open the book.

He lowered his head and happened to meet a pair of awkward eyes.

After handing the book over, Ailin smiled and, mimicking Huus, tilted his head and asked:

"What's this Witcher master's name?"

"And what kind of monster is a Nighon?"

"Did a battle really last for over a thousand days?"

Ailin naturally knew about the Nighon, a creature with goat horns and ox hooves.

It was an intelligent creature similar to the succubi of his past life.

They survived by absorbing the vital essence of men, though some believed they were simply obsessed with carnal pleasures between men and women.

However, to avoid an awkward first meeting with a stranger, Ailin chose to play it innocent.

Besides.

Ailin's original body's memories did not contain the creature known as a Nighon.

Vesemir's "Monster Economics" had not yet reached the lesson on Nighons.

Of course, that was assuming "Monster Economics" even had such a lesson.

The man carefully examined Ailin's expression after hearing his questions.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and perfunctorily replied, "These have nothing to do with you. What are you here for?"

Ailin didn't mind his perfunctory response; finding the information was the priority.

"I'm looking for experimental records concerning the Witcher's Eye."

"The Witcher's Eye? I don't know about that. But all the experimental records of your School of the Wolf are at the very back of the library." As the man spoke, he led Ailin deeper into the reading room.

"Your School of the Wolf? Aren't you from the School of the Wolf?"

"I used to be, but ever since my teacher had a falling out with the chief ten years ago, I gradually stopped being one." The man explained casually, then cursed with a sigh, "He's truly an old bastard, leaving without even taking his apprentices with him."

This man appeared cold and perfunctory, but he was surprisingly easy to get along with and a chatterbox.

Without realizing it, Ailin had gathered a lot of information.

For instance, the Witchers of the School of the Wolf and the school's sorcerers had indeed fallen out!

While the path was not yet complete, Ailin quickly continued to probe, "So what do you do now? Manage the library?"

"Not exactly. I was just kicked out of the alchemy lab by Lady Vesemir, so I'm just staying here for a bit." The man shrugged. "After the spring equinox, I'll be teaching at Ban Ard."

The wizard's apprentice who could only prepare simple reagents, the one Vesemir mentioned, must be you.

But how did you, a wizard's apprentice, end up teaching at Ban Ard?

"Teaching at Ban Ard? What will you be teaching?"

"I don't know."

Ailin: ?

The teacher doesn't know what they're teaching?

"I have a letter of recommendation from Lady Vesemir." The man seemed to see the disbelief in Ailin's eyes and proudly explained, "She said someone will arrange things there naturally."

"So you just believed it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's Lady Vesemir, the Bloody Red Fox." The man glanced at Ailin sideways and didn't explain further.

In silence, they walked forward for another moment, passing over a dozen rows of bookshelves, and stopped in front of one.

This was a bookshelf that looked very old.

The dark wood grain was like decorative patterns carved into the bookshelf. Three full rows of books were neatly arranged, all covered in a thick layer of dust.

"We're here. All the experimental materials of the School of the Wolf are here. Take your time to look for them yourself."

Ailin glanced at the bookshelf. While searching for the experimental records, he suddenly noticed a large gap in the middle of the second shelf.

Were some experimental records taken?

"Wait..."

Ailin quickly pulled back the man who had already walked a few steps away and pointed to the gap on the bookshelf, asking:

"Where are the experimental records here?"

The man glanced impatiently at the center of the bookshelf, thought for a moment, and said:

"Lady Vesemir's apprentice came by last night. I saw her take a few books when she left. It should be the experimental records from here."

Ailin was stunned upon hearing this.

Mary came to get the experimental records; they must be for the sorceress.

Seeing that Ailin had no other questions, the man impatiently walked towards the door.

Ailin stood in place and thought for a moment. He didn't touch the materials on the bookshelf and turned to leave as well.

There was no need to look through these experimental records.

The experimental data concerning the Witcher's Eye must have been taken by the sorceress.

But why would the sorceress research the Witcher's Eye? Out of curiosity?

What exactly is the Witcher's Eye?

As he reached the entrance of the library, Ailin suddenly realized:

He had come to the library to solve a problem, but why did he have even more questions after coming here?

The unnamed temporary librarian moved the wooden chair back to its original position, once again engrossed in a peculiar book, unable to extricate himself.

Before leaving, Ailin, as if guided by an unseen force, glanced at that book.

With just that one glance, he saw two special uses for the black wide-brimmed hat.

Ailin was immediately stunned and left the library with even more questions.

After leaving the library, Ailin walked directly towards the tower on the south side of the main keep.

Although it was still early, he had nowhere else to go. He might as well go to the alchemy lab and see if he could attend class early.

As he approached the alchemy lab door, Ailin was about to knock.

"Creak~"

The door opened by itself.

After Ailin entered, he surveyed the alchemy lab.

The carpet, the murals, the lace curtains, and the alchemy table...

Compared to yesterday, nothing was missing, and nothing was added.

The experimental records for the Witcher's Eye were not in this room.

"What are you looking for?"

Ailin turned towards the voice and almost didn't recognize the sorceress from yesterday.

A simple gray linen dress, a high-necked snow-white sweater, and brown riding boots.

Her attire was quite conservative.

If not for her dark red long hair, Ailin would have thought he had entered the wrong room.

"The experimental records for the Witcher's Eye." There was no need to hide the fact that he was looking for the experimental records, Ailin said directly, "The sorcerer in the library told me that Mary took them."

Right, where was Mary?

"Mary is in the inner room organizing the experimental records."

Damn it, this sorceress can really read minds.

"I didn't read your mind; your thoughts are all written on your face," Vesemir said with a playful smile, continuing, "It's rare to see a Witcher like you who enjoys reading and studying so much."

"I'm just curious about the Witcher's Eye."

"Ordinary Witchers don't go looking through experimental records out of curiosity; there are no interesting little stories in there."

After a few breaths, Vesemir suddenly asked:

"Ailin, has anyone ever told you that you should be a sorcerer, not a Witcher?"

"No one has ever said that," Ailin shrugged upon hearing this and retorted, "Besides, I didn't have a choice, did I?"

If one could be a mage, who would want to be a warrior?

But he was a Witcher the moment he transmigrated.

The sorceress looked at Ailin's beautiful blue cat-like eyes and remained silent for a long time before sighing and saying:

"Yes."

"In the face of destiny, none of us have a choice..."

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