Alzur's Tower

"Cosimo Malaspina and Alzure are both revered masters who have made outstanding achievements in hybridization, mutation and genetic modification."

"But the male sorcerers of this lineage lived in seclusion. After creating the Witcher, they either went into seclusion to conduct research or died at the hands of creatures they summoned and modified, gradually disappearing from the world..."

"Ban Ade has very little knowledge about hybridization, mutation and genetic modification, and it is not systematic."

"So there are a lot of male wizards here who have some rather unpleasant curiosity and desire for the Witcher, this pinnacle achievement in the field of mutation and genetic modification."

As Robin deliberately chose to walk in secluded and sparsely populated areas, he explained to them the things they needed to be careful of in this academy.

The young witchers didn't look too good.

It's more than just curiosity!

Regardless of age, almost every male wizard looked at them as if he wanted to skin them alive.

No one wants to be stared at like that, as if they were lambs to be slaughtered or lab rats.

Vesemir, however, remained calm, as if he had expected it.

Some male wizards with ulterior motives pointed and gestured, but when they got closer, they glared back at them.

That's true...

Vesemir once said that he had received a commission here.

"Stay away from Ban Ade, witchers are not welcome there."

This was something Vesemir had warned them about when he first taught them how to handle water ghost material.

They never expected that just a few months after saying that, they would have to voluntarily enter this uncomfortable place for the sake of their school of thought.

Ailin turned his head to look.

Huus still held many hopes for the wizards back then, but now...

"I hate this place!"

He frowned and kept muttering to himself.

We followed Robin for about ten minutes before reaching our destination.

"This is the arena, where you'll have your tournament tomorrow!" Robin said, pointing behind her.

Ailin looked over.

This is a place that looks like the ancient Roman Colosseum.

It just looks much smaller; it probably can only accommodate a couple hundred spectators at most.

Robin led them inside.

The main stage of the arena has been set up with a very large velvet seat, complete with sunshades.

Behind the main stage hung a shield-shaped, huge yellow banner with Black Unicorn.

Several luxurious oak chairs with iron cladding were also placed on either side of the seating area.

"Haxor will definitely be sitting in the middle tomorrow, but I wonder which seat the chief will be assigned?"

Ailin pondered this in his heart.

After entering, Robin adjusted his glasses with his ring finger and continued to introduce himself to the witchers:

"This place used to be where students took practical magic classes at the academy, and occasionally held magic competitions with prizes."

"He is Sorcerer Apprentice with too much energy, and this is one of the few places in the academy where he can release his energy."

"However, it has been shut down for a month in preparation for tomorrow's match, so..."

"So even those Sorcerer Apprentice who don't covet our bodies don't like us, right?" Ailin continued.

Robin shrugged:

"You guessed right."

"But the competition is tomorrow, so these people won't go too far. At most, they'll just play some pranks."

"And they treat you the same as the witchers of the School of the Cat."

"But among the people I mentioned earlier, there might be a few crazy people who don't care much about the rules."

"Certainly..."

"Tomorrow's match is hosted by the King, so the probability of such a situation occurring is very small, but we must be prepared."

Several witchers nodded simultaneously, indicating that they had noted the message down.

"Hunting monsters, sword fighting, and melee combat."

"Tomorrow's competition will be the same type of event as before, and the monster to hunt will also be a water ghost. The only difference is the order..."

"The swordsmanship competition, which was originally the second event, has been placed as the first event."

Robin paused for a moment.

"What a brilliant plan!"

Vesemir gave a cold laugh.

Based on the information Robin just revealed to them, it's clear that the scum of the School of the Cat is planning to use their age and experience to severely injure or even kill their students in a sword fight.

Thus, the second competition was won without a fight.

They've already cheated, yet they still resort to these underhanded tactics—it's truly shameful!

Upon hearing this, Ailin knew that Robin was worried about them, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, we're confident."

Seeing this, Robin stopped trying to dissuade him.

Seeing that Ailin and the others had finished inspecting the venue, he led the way and turned to walk towards the gate:

"Your place is nearby..."

"Actually, if you had come to see me right after you arrived, you wouldn't have needed to stay outside. The academy would have arranged accommodation for you..."

"I'd much rather stay outside," Fred muttered.

The thought of being watched by so many ill-intentioned people for more than ten days gave him goosebumps all over.

Huus and Bont nodded in agreement.

Robin smiled upon hearing this, said nothing more, and led them away from the arena.

Ben Ade College has a long history.

It is the oldest magic school in the Northern Continent, with pointed, dark green towers covered in ivy everywhere.

According to Robin,

Each tower in the academy has its own name.

It is usually named after a male wizard who has made outstanding contributions in his field.

However, some towers were named by the academy in memory of certain legendary wizards who had passed away.

for example.

Alzure.

Although he wasn't a male wizard from the academy, and might never have even been here before.

But Ban Ade still has a tower named after him— the Alzur's Tower.

This is to commemorate the contributions he made to humanity's establishment in the North by creating the Witcher.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

The tower where the demon hunters were housed was the Alzur's Tower.

certainly.

The tower is indeed very close to the venue where they will be playing tomorrow, about a three-minute walk away.

"Always remember your identity as the creator!"

Upon reaching the foot of the Alzur's Tower, Vesemir suddenly uttered a sentence in a low voice, his face expressionless.

"What?"

Ailin paused for a moment.

"This is what a wizard told me when I last came here."

"The location is right at the entrance of this tall tower..."

"And then?" Ailin asked curiously.

Vesemir's lips curled into a smile, and he said:

"Then I took two steps forward and punched the wizard in the stomach, knocking out his breakfast and lunch..."

"Weak male wizards always like to make these subtle sarcastic remarks..."

"It's ridiculous that they call themselves the creators of the Witcher, yet they can't even stop the fists of their own creations."

"And then what?"

Robin, as if he weren't a male wizard, also came over.

"There was nothing after that..." Vesemir shook his head. "Ban Ade needed my help, and it was that wizard who had to be so foul-mouthed. What could have happened after that?"

"Ban Ade Academy punished neither me nor the wizard."

"It was like nothing had happened, a normal commission, then the commission ended, I took the bounty and left..."

During their conversation, Robin led the group to the second floor of the tower:

"This is your room. The School of the Cat witchers are also here, but on the third floor..."

As he spoke.

Robin was about to push open the door and bring Ailin and the others inside to have a look.

The wooden door was just slightly ajar.

"Buzz~"

The School Emblem on several witchers hummed simultaneously.

Ailin immediately pulled Robin back.

With magical energy flowing within him, he slightly bent his thumb and forefinger and drew a triangle in the air in front of him.

A spherical, pale gold shield instantly enveloped both of them.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from inside the room.

The next second.

A gust of wind blew in from inside the door, and green smoke surged out like a tide.

After the smoke cleared, Robin observed carefully for a few more seconds before patting Ailin on the shoulder:

"It's nothing, it's just Diarrhea Spell, a little prank."

"As long as you don't inhale this green mist, it'll be fine."

"But Ailin..."

Robin glanced at the pale gold magic shield that completely protected him and asked in surprise:

"What kind of hand seal is this?"

"How come I've never seen this before?"

Ailin retrieved Quen, before he could even reply.

"This is the Quen Sign!" came Vesemir's surprised voice.

"Quen?" Robin scratched his head, glanced at Huus and Fred, whose bodies occasionally shimmered with a faint yellow light. "Isn't the Quen Sign like theirs?"

Although Ron was once a wizarding apprentice of the School of the Wolf.

However, having stayed in Kaer Morhen, I genuinely don't know the advanced uses of some of the School of the Wolf's signs.

But he wasn't interested in that either, so after muttering something, he didn't really want an answer.

Huus, Bont, and Fred were also curious, but because their sign level was too weak, they didn't really have a real sense of it.

after all.

Ailin has always been very strong.

And isn't it normal for a genius witcher like Ailin to be able to do things that ordinary witchers can't?

But Vesemir is not.

He was very familiar with the stage of the Erinkun Sign, so his dark golden cat eyes widened in shock.

Although Ailin had used Quen a few days ago when hunting water ghosts and Ghoul.

But in its normal form.

It is very difficult to tell how proficient one is at using the Quen Sign.

Furthermore, those water ghosts and Ghoul didn't even manage to hit their target once.

Although Vesemir thought that the color of Ailin's Quen Shield seemed a bit too dark, he didn't pay much attention to it.

But today...

Vesemir gazed at the pale gold shield enveloping Ailin and Robin.

It's hard to believe.

He certainly knew advanced techniques like "active shields," but it took him twenty years to learn them...

It took another three years to transform the pitted and irregular eggshell into the perfectly shaped sphere we see before us.

Where is Ailin?

He hadn't even been a full-fledged Witcher for half a month!

Outrageous!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Ailin felt Vesemir's gaze, but he didn't intend to hide it.

Everyone here is trustworthy.

Moreover...

Compared to his other unusual traits, his rapid skill improvement was nothing.

So he naturally withdrew his right hand, and after the spherical pale gold shield disappeared, he took two steps forward.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was pushed open.

The green smoke in the room has disappeared.

But the gray linen bedding and the walls were stained with a faint green.

Ailin cast another Otherrhop Magic Shield sign and cautiously walked to the windowsill.

Under a large tree not far away stood several short, masked Sorcerer Apprentice dressed in black robes.

They did not run away immediately after being discovered.

He mouthed curses like "freak, inhuman monster," then arrogantly made a throat-slitting gesture before running away quickly.

"This is the prank I told you about." Robin walked up from behind and patted Ailin on the shoulder.

"The Diarrhea Spell won't cause too much harm, but if you get hit and can't immediately get diarrhea with a spell, it will be very embarrassing for you..."

Upon hearing this, Ailin...

I feel this spell is somewhat like a prank spell from a magic school movie from my past life.

However, watching characters in a story get pranked is a completely different experience from being pranked yourself for no reason.

If several witchers really fall victim to this...

It goes without saying that such an indecent and dramatic story would spread throughout the streets of Ben Ade and even the entire Kedwen in less than a day.

"What an unpleasant city!"

Ailin thought to himself.

"Don't worry about them. You definitely won't catch up with them now, and you might even get into real trouble. Let me take you to see the other rooms!"

With that, Robin pulled Ailin toward the door.

There were also some rudimentary magical traps in the other rooms.

Like the Diarrhea Spell, these are all small, unsustainable tools that can cause embarrassment, though they won't kill you.

However, these magical traps, though well hidden, could not escape the eyes of Vesemir and Ailin.

Especially Ailin.

As long as it's a magical item.

With the Magic Vision of the Wolf Emblem, Ailin scanned the room and clearly saw all the magical locations in the several rooms.

He even found several items that were so well hidden that even Vesemir hadn't discovered them.

With Ailin's LV4 alchemy skills, it was easy to identify.

These are all magical tools used for surveillance.

Like a camera, it can transmit images to a crystal ball or other receiving devices.

This prop is very expensive.

Those prankster apprentices certainly couldn't afford it, nor was it necessary.

Most of them were left by sorcerers who were interested in the living legacy of Cosimo Malaspina and Alzure.

So Robin was right.

If they chase after the enemy in a fit of anger, causing their forces to be scattered, then they might really be in big trouble.

Next.

The items that could still be used were put away by Ailin.

Other useless or potentially dangerous magical items were thrown at the tower's entrance.

On someone else's turf, the few witchers didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

He used the Igni Sign directly to burn them all to ashes.

Finally, after Ailin used the Wolf Emblem vision to check several more times, they all returned to their rooms.

"This entire floor is yours; you can choose whatever you like."

"As for the dining area..."

Vesemir interrupted Robin, saying:

"No need, we don't plan to eat here."

Robin knew their situation, nodded, and said nothing more.

After pondering for a few seconds, making sure he hadn't missed any information, he looked intently at the witchers, especially Ailin, and asked:

"That's all I have to say. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

"If not, I won't disturb your preparations for tomorrow's match."

"Thank you, Robin," Vesemir said firmly. "The School of the Wolf will never forget your help today!"

"Ailin is my best friend."

Robin adjusted his glasses, shook his head, and said:

"Besides, I grew up in Kaer Morhen, and the Chief and the other Witchers have been very kind to me."

"How could we possibly know this and just sit idly by?"

After chatting for a few more minutes, Robin got up and prepared to leave.

The witchers escorted him all the way to the entrance of the Alzur's Tower before stopping.

Robin had only taken two steps from the tower when, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and whispered in Ailin's ear:

"Ailin, you have to win!"

"If you win, I'll give you another book..."

"The kind you like best!"