Henn Gedimidis Returns

In the stands.

Bogdan had just been rescued from the water ghosts by the Witcher of the School of the Wolf.

Looking up, I saw the Grandmaster of the School of the Wolf on the main stand, sheathing his sword and gently pushing with his right hand.

Several large monsters, shaved into "Magic Staff," involuntarily fell off the stands.

It landed in front of the young witcher who had just killed a monster.

"Is this some kind of witcher ritual?"

Bogdan tilted his head and looked curiously at Radek, a local.

He came from Novigrad, was nineteen years old, and had been sent to Ban Adler for only a year after awakening his magic. He didn't have that deep aversion to witchers.

It's worth mentioning.

After this incident, he was rescued by the Witcher of the School of the Wolf.

He couldn't help but feel a greater affinity for the School of the Wolf.

At the same time, they were filled with curiosity about the Witcher, a powerful anomaly among humans.

Radek thought for a few seconds after hearing this, then shook his head:

"Uh... there doesn't seem to be any record of this in the books... and my mentor never mentioned such a ritual..."

"The rituals of the School of the Wolf seem to consist only of two types: accident rate and Trial of the Mountains..."

"Oh~"

"That's right!"

"There's also a ritual to hunt down a large monster and become Witcher Master..."

"However, it seems that apart from the unexpected sincerity which has some effect, the other two of these three rituals are just... uh... etiquette."

Hunting a large monster?

Bogdan glanced thoughtfully at the two Drowners King that Ailin had killed in the arena.

The distinction between large and small monsters is not just a standard for witchers.

Bogdan, as a Sorcerer Apprentice, also knew this distinction.

Although he didn't recognize any of the other monsters that appeared in the arena, except for the water ghost.

But there is no doubt that these monsters fall into the category of large monsters.

"Are there many Witcher Master?" he asked.

"How is that possible!" Radek shook his head repeatedly.

"Witcher Master is the highest honor among Witchers, second only to Grandmaster."

"Once upon a time... each and every one of them was a prominent figure among the northern kingdoms!"

"Every witcher who earns this title will have their name celebrated throughout the noble circles, and not just in Kedwen, but throughout the entire northern kingdoms..."

"The one in the Black Wide-brimmed Hat in front," Radek smacked his lips forward, "Is the last one to receive the title of Witcher Master, Master Vesemir, and also the youngest Witcher Master in a century..."

"When he visited my home, my grandfather not only took out his treasured ' East of the East ' which he had kept for fifty years to entertain him."

"They also hired the best court painters to paint my grandfather, father, Master Vesemir, and the blood-dripping head of a Greater Griffin together."

"This painting is still hanging in the banquet hall of my family's castle!"

"And if I remember correctly, the most powerful Witcher school— the School of the Wolf —only had seven Witcher Master, including their chief."

"There isn't a single witcher school like the School of the Cat that 'kills'..."

Radek's words made Bogdan's eyes light up.

Before Radek could finish speaking...

Bogdan pointed at Ailin in the arena and interrupted:

"So, that blue-eyed witcher is already Witcher Master?"

"Who became Witcher Master earlier, him or Vesemir?"

Radek was momentarily speechless.

"I... I guess I could be considered Witcher Master, right?"

"And..."

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment before suddenly looking up in shock at the young figure surrounded by the corpses of demons.

"If I remember correctly, there doesn't seem to be such a young Witcher Master since the birth of the Witcher!"

at the same time.

Ailin in the arena did not get an answer from the chief.

Soyer simply nodded to him, left the three monsters behind, and then walked to the mangled corpses left behind by Haxor and Jens.

He stood there blankly, lost in thought.

This is not the place to ask further questions.

After staring at the chief with his back to him for a few seconds, Ailin turned his gaze back to the three monsters that were falling.

"Ah~ Ah~"

The Drowners King and the Swamp Fairy roared angrily, but they could do nothing.

Blood and foam flew everywhere from the gaping maw.

Upon closer inspection, Ailin realized...

These three monsters not only lost their limbs and tails.

Even the once long tongue was reduced to half.

"Hiss~"

Ailin instinctively licked his palate and gasped.

The chief is really ruthless!

To prevent them from chanting spells, their tongues were cut off.

but...

How did the Chief manage to do that, given the presence of a magical shield?

As Ailin approached the three monsters, he pondered to himself.

What a pity!

I was in such a rush to kill monsters that I didn't see how they were dealt with.

Who would have thought that the chief would leave all the monsters to me?

After sighing, he walked up to the Drowners King that was closest to him, swung his sword down, and cut off its head.

Step by step, with eyes brimming with fear and crimson, he beheaded both Giant Drowner.

After waiting for half a minute without hearing the familiar mechanical voice, Ailin was stunned.

"Um?"

"Why hasn't the settlement been completed?"

At this moment.

"Come on up!"

A deep male voice suddenly came from above.

Before Ailin could even look up, everything went black before his eyes as a black and yellow silk cloth fell from the main stands.

Good, saves me from using Blink... After grabbing the silk cloth, Ailin suddenly felt a pulling sensation on his hand and was pulled onto the main stands in a moment.

"Chief!"

Ailin bowed and greeted him.

"Well done!" Soyer patted Ailin on the shoulder with his left hand with satisfaction.

Then turn around.

He suddenly swung his right hand.

The silk cloth that pulled Ailin onto the stands fluttered like a flag in the wind, covering two mangled, unrecognizable corpses.

At this moment.

Vesemir approached with several young witchers and asked:

"Chief, shall we leave now?"

Soyer remained silent, glancing around at his surroundings.

The male wizards who survived this Conjunction of the Spheres were all watching them silently.

Faint screams and screams could be heard from outside the arena.

"Us..."

Soyer had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a strange noise.

"Bang!"

A huge orange square portal suddenly appeared at the entrance to the main grandstand.

A middle-aged man dressed in a red robe, wearing a red hat and a brown fur coat, walked out of the portal.

Three or four male sorcerers in black robes followed closely behind.

After the middle-aged man came out, he glanced at the messy Ban Ad Arena, then expressionlessly focused his gaze on Soyer.

A male wizard dressed in a black robe has just stepped out of the portal.

Seeing the corpses strewn across the field and the rivers of blood before him, he shouted loudly:

"What... what... what... what happened here?"

The other male wizards also gaped in astonishment.

The next second.

"Bang!"

After the orange square portal disappeared, another portal opened at the entrance to the main stands.

"Gedimedis, you've found the location of the spatial fluctuations..."

A beautiful Sorceress with a dignified and elegant appearance emerged from the teleportation dream.

They were stunned when they saw the arena filled with corpses.

"Ugh~"

The Sorceress following behind, upon witnessing this bloody scene, immediately clutched their chests and began to gag.

"Yes, I found it."

The middle-aged man, known as Gedimidis, nodded gently and then bowed apologetically to the Sorceress who had just emerged from the portal.

"I'm sorry, Tissaia."

"Leaving Aretuza in such a hurry."

"It's a very vibrant place, I like it very much."

"However, the issues raised at the meeting will probably have to wait until the next meeting to be resolved."

"As you can see, I have a lot of things to deal with right now!"

at this time.

Tissaia also saw the School of the Wolf witchers hidden behind the male sorcerers.

The other witchers are fine.

When Erin's gaze fell on the chief's face, Ailin noticed that the Sorceress's willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows were noticeably furrowed.

Then quickly move it away.

"Do you need any help?"

Tissaia looked at Henry Gedimidis.

Henry Gedimidis smiled, shook his head, and said softly:

"This is Ban Ade."

After a two-second silence, Tissaia gave up.

He led several Sorceress back to the portal.

Before leaving.

Ailin noticed that her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze lingered on the face of the Chief of the School of the Wolf for a second.

"Bang!"

The Sorceress left.

The portal closed.

Instantly.

The wizards' attention refocused on the School of the Wolf witchers.

"Can anyone tell me what happened here?"

Henry Gedimidis stared at Soyer.

Before the chief of the School of the Wolf could speak, a Sorcerer Apprentice who had approached quickly shouted:

"Dean, the Conjunction of the Spheres in the arena... The Vice Dean is dead... Big Eater... The King is dead too..."

"What? The king is dead? Do you know what you're saying?"

The wizard who had returned with Hen Gedimidis angrily rebuked him.

The Sorcerer Apprentice immediately shrank back, his mouth trembling as he opened and closed it, but he didn't dare to say another word.

Hen Gedimidis waved his hand, dismissing the sorcerer.

Then he bent down and asked gently:

"Tell me slowly, what happened here?"

When the wizards asked the apprentices questions, everyone seemed to subconsciously overlook the several witchers from the School of the Wolf.

but.

Since the appearance of Hen Gedimidis, a vague sense of oppression has suddenly appeared and has been gradually increasing.

It was an aura that resembled a magical blessing, yet it was neither quite there nor quite there.

The hunter's keen senses were constantly alerted.

The intense sense of crisis felt like hundreds of sharp steel needles suddenly appearing, pressed tightly against the scalp.

It is obvious.

Henry Gedimidis's true nature was not as kind as he appeared.

This is true, at least for a few Witchers.

"Is this the source of magic, the power of the oldest human wizard in existence?"

Ailin suppressed the urge to draw his sword, trying his best to clear his mind and prevent the wizards from reading a single thought from his mind.

This moment.

The satisfaction of easily killing several large monsters vanished instantly.

"I'm still too weak!"

Ailin thought to himself.

Soyer seemed to sense his discomfort and took a step to the side, blocking Ailin's path.

Vesemir also watched the wizards warily.

He shielded Huus, Bont, and Fred behind him.

Ban Adler, the sorcerer, paid no attention to the petty actions of the two Witcher Master from the School of the Wolf.

They all stared at the Sorcerer Apprentice who dared to step forward.

Listen to him recount the whole story.

Starting with the Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat, Ailin single-handedly defeated three School of the Cat witchers.

Suddenly, the Conjunction of the Spheres, and a large number of water ghosts and a large, unnamed monster emerged.

"Impossible!" the sorcerer behind Hen Gedimidis immediately interrupted.

"How could the Conjunction of the Spheres be completely free of spatial fluctuations? The arena's architecture is sealed with magical runes, and even spatial teleportation requires going outside the arena..."

"Ahem~" Another wizard coughed lightly, glanced at the School of the Wolf witcher, and then interrupted the wizard, "Let him finish, Pucis!"

The wizard named Pucis was taken aback.

Seemingly lost in thought.

"Go on," Henry Gedimidis gently encouraged.

then.

The Sorcerer Apprentice seemed to be under some kind of mental spell, instantly transforming from fear to positivity, and continued his story.

As the story unfolded, the expressions of the male wizards changed from disdain to disbelief.

There were two suspected Conjunction of the Spheres, one of which even resulted in a solar eclipse.

But crucially, while they were having their meeting in Aretuza, the sun in the sky shone as brightly as it always does in spring.

They followed the dean back because the dean detected strong spatial fluctuations.

I really didn't expect that the location of the fluctuations would be my own home.

Moreover, the emergence of the "Black Sun Curse" is truly unbelievable.

Compared to these shocking news stories...

A newly qualified witcher single-handedly kills two large monsters.

Things that were once equally awe-inspiring now seem insignificant.

Only Henry Gedimidis glanced thoughtfully at Ailin, as if he had thought of something.

That sharp, deep gaze, which seemed to see through everything, startled Ailin.

They thought he had discovered the truth about the Conjunction of the Spheres.

Ailin breathed a sigh of relief after the middle-aged wizard looked away as if nothing had happened.

for a long time.

The Sorcerer Apprentice recounted the whole story, with other Sorcerer Apprentice adding to it from time to time.

at last.

When it is mentioned that before their arrival, the Witcher of the School of the Wolf hunted monsters and saved the lives of apprentices.

Almost all the Sorcerer Apprentice present cast grateful glances at the few witchers.

The newly arrived male wizards looked at each other in bewilderment.

The strange aura that had been pressing down on the School of the Wolf witchers dissipated instantly.

After a long silence, Henry Gedimidis suddenly changed his expression and gave Soyer a gentle, apologetic smile:

"Grandmaster, on behalf of Ban Ade Academy, I thank your school for your help."

Soyer nodded slightly in acknowledgment, awaiting the wizard's continuation.

As is well known, witchers are paid to kill monsters.

"As a token of my gratitude," Henry Gedimidis paused, "Ten thousand Oren ...how about that?"

"Hiss~"

The Sorcerer Apprentice around them almost simultaneously gasped.

The reward was obviously a bit high, but Soyer knew there would definitely be more requirements later, so after thinking for a moment, he nodded.

Then.

Everyone's eyes were subconsciously drawn to the part that had been deliberately ignored by everyone before.

The person whose bulge is covered by the Black Unicorn banner.

That King Kedwen!