Should They Still Enter the Apprentice Combat Tournament?

"What shouldn't be an elf?"

Ailin paused for a moment, about to ask a question.

Several young Half-elf, rubbing their sleepy eyes, came out of the Wooden Hut.

Seeing that there were outsiders behind them, they timidly hid behind Lyra.

"Who are these people?" the Sorceress asked curiously.

Ailin took two steps closer.

He whispered in the Sorceress's ear, telling her the story of Sadia and the promise he made with Sadia.

After hearing the story, the Sorceress sighed softly.

She harbored no hatred towards Sadia, and of course, she did not regret what she had done.

I felt a pang of sadness after learning about the hardships that Sadia had endured over the years.

After learning that these children were the sons of an old friend.

Her gaze towards the Half-elf and Lyra softened considerably.

"Lady Vesemir, could you please teleport them to Kaer Morhen?" Ailin requested.

The Sorceress nodded without hesitation:

"Certainly."

Then...

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

An orange-yellow portal appeared.

Ailin nodded to Lyra.

Lyra took a deep breath and led Sadia's children into the portal.

"Ailin, think carefully about my thoughts."

"I'll come to the Hundred Fruit Garden to find you after I've delivered Sadia's children."

"You are a smart witcher, you shouldn't have stepped into such an obvious trap."

After saying that.

The Sorceress nodded slightly to Ailin and then stepped into the portal.

"Bang!"

The portal disappeared.

After pondering for a moment, Ailin mounted "Radish" and headed towards the Hundred Fruit Garden.

Hundred Fruit Garden.

As soon as Ailin arrived at the inn, Vesemir stuffed a large cloth bag into his hand.

"This is?"

"Open it and take a look!" Vesemir said with a big smile.

"Allspice, Pearl Powder, and even Jadeswater..."

"These are all materials needed to synthesize the North Wind Bomb!"

Carefully manipulate the materials in the cloth bag.

and...

At least three servings!

Ailin looked up from the bag and stared at Vesemir in surprise.

"I was in too much of a rush last night and didn't make it in time to give it to you, okay?"

"Do all these materials meet the requirements?"

"It meets the requirements," Ailin said, pausing for a moment, "But these materials must be very expensive. Where did you get the money to buy them..."

Allspice is a spice.

Pearl Powder is not only a skincare product for the upper class and merchants, but also a precious magical ingredient.

As for Jadeswater, it goes without saying.

This is itself a secondary processed potion base.

All these materials in the bag must be worth at least a thousand Oren.

to be honest.

Although Vesemir was already saving up money to buy Elsa's freedom.

But it's only just begun.

He definitely doesn't have that much money on him.

"It didn't cost any money!" Vesemir interrupted.

You didn't spend any money?

How could that be?

Ailin had his doubts.

"It really didn't cost any money!"

Huus explained:

"The multi-scented fruit and Pearl Powder were traded with the local nobles when we eliminated the evil spirits in a nearby haunted town."

you?

Ailin grasped the key point.

"Yes!"

"That mission was done by the three of us together."

Huus, Bont, Fred immediately raised their necks, looking like they were waiting for praise.

At that moment, Ailin suddenly noticed that the three witchers all had some bruises and abrasions on their faces.

These injuries were all sustained within three days.

"A single demon has made you all look like this, and you still have the nerve to be smug!"

"Ailin killed six demon spirits in a row all by herself with ease..."

"And..."

"And this was without applying the Specter Oil!"

Vesemir gently patted the heads of the three young witchers.

However, Huus and his companions had clearly heard this before, more than once, and directly retorted:

"Don't compare us to him, Master Vesemir!"

"He is Ailin, Ailin one who won the bet on someone's beloved silver sword and surpassed someone to become the youngest Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf!"

Yes, yes!

Fred's words were laced with barbs, and Huus and Bont echoed them, clearly angering someone.

"Damn brats!"

"This is outrageous!"

Someone yelled and swung his hand to strike, but Huus, Bont, Fred laughed and easily dodged it.

Seeing this scene, Ailin felt a warmth in his heart.

Whether or not there is Specter Oil.

According to the Witcher's Handbook's Manual, demons with a race level of at least 20 are not easy to deal with.

High agility combined with ethereal teleportation makes it a nightmare for new Witcher players.

In other words, Huus, Bont, and Fred were all enhanced by him and fought together many times.

Otherwise, they will inevitably suffer severe injuries.

at the same time.

He looked at Vesemir, who was angry but had a smile on his face.

The Pearl Powder and passion fruit came from Huus and his group.

Jadeswater could only have come from Vesemir.

Given the Witcher Master's loathing for Ben Aard and the warlocks, it's unlikely he'd find anyone he knows here.

so.

What price did Vesemir pay?

Ailin thought to himself.

However, since Vesemir deliberately didn't mention it, he didn't intend to ask further.

"Thanks!"

Ailin's voice was very soft.

It was quickly drowned out by the noise in the hotel.

However, all the witchers present had keen hearing, so Vesemir, Huus, Bont, and Fred all heard it.

They stopped playing around at the same time.

"Ailin," Vesemir interrupted, his smile fading, "We are also witchers of the School of the Wolf!"

"These things weren't just done for you."

"Kaer Morhen is also our home, and it is our duty to defend our home."

"Yes, Ailin!" Huus added.

"When you fight for the future of your school of thought, don't forget that we are behind you!"

"Although we are not strong enough right now, there are still things we can do."

Bont and Fred nodded vigorously at the same time.

The scene became somewhat emotional for a moment.

This made Ailin, a man who was already in his thirties at heart, turn his head away somewhat uncomfortably.

Fortunately at this moment...

"Bang!"

An orange-yellow portal opened at the entrance of the inn.

The Sorceress stepped out of the portal.

"Lady Vesemir!"

"Vesemir asked in surprise."

The Sorceress nodded to him and then stepped aside.

The next second.

A silver-haired, silver-eyed witcher carrying two swords emerged from the portal.

"Chief..."

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

A spherical soundproof shield appeared, perfectly enveloping the Sorceress and several witchers simultaneously.

"Enough with the small talk!"

The Sorceress swiftly interrupted Vesemir and Huus's greetings:

Have you explained the current situation to them?

"I just got back, I haven't had a chance to tell you yet," Ailin said.

The Sorceress nodded slightly and turned her head to look at Vesemir:

"To put it simply, the Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat is dangerous. Do you still want to participate?"

Vesemir's female magic is described far too simply!

Ailin thought to herself.

really...

Vesemir and Huus looked at each other, completely bewildered by the Sorceress's words.

"Isn't the Apprentice Combat Tournament inherently dangerous?"

"Vesemir asked in return."

Before the Sorceress could speak again, Ailin quickly gave a brief summary of everything that had happened recently.

The general meaning is:

First: It wasn't just the male wizards of Ben Ade; the king also wanted to eliminate the School of the Wolf.

The reason they haven't taken direct action is probably because they're afraid that directly confronting us would damage the reputation of Ban Ade Academy and Kedwen.

Second: The Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat is a conspiracy.

The original purpose was to eliminate the School of the Wolf's remaining forces and to make the School of the Wolf and School of the Cat enemies.

Now that the plan to assassinate the chief has failed, the king and the wizard will inevitably plot to kill Soyer again during the tournament.

"Then, Chief, you shouldn't have agreed!"

Vesemir interrupted Ailin with a somber expression and looked at Soyer.

Soyer shook his head upon hearing this:

"I know Haxor. If I don't stay, even if we win the Apprentice Combat Tournament ..."

"Haxor will definitely find a chance to kill you all to vent his anger."

Everyone fell silent.

Ailin also understood the chief's unspoken message.

If he stays, it doesn't matter whether Haxor's plan succeeds or not.

These apprentices were only dealing with apprentices from the School of the Cat.

Even if the chief really dies.

To gain a good reputation, Haxor will certainly hypocritically protect them.

"Then why participate in this competition?" Huus asked, puzzled.

Bont and Fred's faces were also filled with confusion.

When Ailin invited them to the competition, he only vaguely mentioned the crisis.

It didn't mention what they were really facing.

Or rather...

At the time, Ailin himself was not really sure either.

Compared to Ben Ade's wizards, Haxor was actually the most hostile to the School of the Wolf.

At that time,

He also felt that Haxor might be a force that could be won over.

Therefore, Huus and his companions knew even less.

"If we forfeit the match, King Kedwen will have a legitimate reason to send troops to attack Kaer Morhen, having lost face."

"At that time, the Ancient Sea Fortress would have to face tens of thousands of regular troops from Kedwen, powerful siege weapons, and male witches."

"But if we can find a way to get through this game."

"Even if the King of Kedwen is unwilling or anxious, he will only incite some bandits and rebels, and at most add some monsters created by male witches."

Just like when Kaer Morhen was destroyed in the original novel and the game.

Ailin added in his mind.

"So, are you still going to participate in this competition?" the Sorceress asked. "There's such an obvious trap right there!"

The Sorceress's inclinations are obvious.

Several witchers looked at Soyer at the same time.

Whether or not you participate in the competition is up to you.

Soyer shook his head and looked at the young witchers participating in the competition.

However, Ailin could sense it.

The chief's gaze lingered on him the longest!

The next second.

"I'll listen to Ailin!" Huus said immediately.

"Yes, we'll all listen to Ailin!"

Bont and Fred readily agreed.

The Sorceress opened her mouth slightly in surprise upon hearing Bont and Fred's words.

He then glanced at Ailin, closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

As the Sorceress ' inclinations are evident.

Ailin's inclination on this matter is equally obvious.

Whether or not to participate in the competition, the stakes are actually quite clear.

join.

It benefits the school of thought, but the five Witchers will be in mortal danger.

I will not participate.

Although the powerful Chief, feared by Haxor and the wizards, is sure to survive, it seems to benefit the School of the Wolf as well.

However, this clearly cannot offset the potential harm caused by not participating.

So the Sorceress brought in the three young witchers, Huus, Bont, and Fred, hoping they would oppose her.

She just hadn't expected it.

Their child held such a high place in the hearts of these three people that they even blindly worshipped him.

really.

After taking a deep breath, Ailin glanced apologetically at the Sorceress:

"I choose to continue participating!"

"If we allow Kedwen's army to join us legitimately, Kaer Morhen will certainly be no match for them."

"In addition..."

"The School of the Wolf needs time!"

"Both the popularization of the water ghost heart extract and the training of witch hunter apprentices will take time."

"The School of the Wolf is getting stronger every day!"

"And our elven allies also need time to prepare..."

Speaking of which...

Ailin glanced at the chief without thinking.

The chief smiled at him, seemingly encouraging him to continue.

then.

Ailin turned his gaze back to Vesemir and the young witchers.

"The request I made before I left secured the help of the elves for us."

"They promised to help us when we need it."

"So we are not fighting alone."

"So Ailin's departure this time was to find allies for the school..." Fred murmured. "But the School of the Wolf isn't neutral..."

"Shut up!"

Bont elbowed the talkative Fred in the side, making him grit his teeth in pain.

"Even the chief hasn't said anything, so whose side are you on, and why are you meddling so much?"

Fred dared not look back at the wounded soldier who had just been seriously injured, and could only grit his teeth and endure the pain, saying:

"Of course I'm on Ailin's side, I was just saying..."

Then, without further ado, he continued listening to Ailin speak.

"Besides..."

"The wizards of Haxor and Kedwen are clearly unaware that their intentions have been exposed."

"If we are well prepared, we can definitely get out unscathed."

He finished speaking.

After a few seconds of silence inside the soundproof enclosure.

"I agree with Ailin's idea."

Vesemir looked on with pride at his apprentice, whom he was most proud of.

His tone was resolute and unwavering.

"I agree!"

Fred immediately expressed his stance, demonstrating his unwavering commitment.

"I agree!"

Bont and Huus followed closely behind.

Soyer watched this scene with a smile on his lips.

He turned to look at the Sorceress:

"Vesemir, Ailin is right."

"We already know about their plot, so how could we possibly fall for it?"

The Sorceress remained silent.

Although her plan fell through.

But Vesemir found that she felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

even...

Even the worry that had been weighing heavily on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe, had lessened considerably.

Instead, there was a strong sense of pride.

She gazed at Ailin, who was surrounded by Vesemir, Huus, Bont, and Fred, and then glanced sideways at the clueless Soyer.

Vesemir discovered.

At this moment, Ailin is admired, supported, and loved by everyone.

Soyer is more like the leader of the Witchers.

This is her child!

Her Child of Miracle!