A-Rank Evaluation Again

When Conjunction of the Spheres, many black holes appear in the sky.

But it only lasted for less than three minutes.

In reality, of the water ghosts that fall from these black holes and manage to stand up alive to attack humans, there are at most only three or four hundred.

The distribution was too scattered, and the incident happened suddenly.

It poses too great a threat to ordinary people who have no fighting ability whatsoever.

However, for witchers like Ailin, there was no danger at all.

It took almost an entire afternoon.

The witchers then cleared out most of the water ghosts from the outer city of Ban Ad.

[Ding! Monster horde "Drowners King" Lv24 and "Giant Drowner" Lv27 to be defeated!]

[Rewards Settlement: Victory over the enemy, base rating D, kill above level +3 to C, decapitation strike deterrence +3 to B, victory against overwhelming odds +3 to A]

Final rating: A

[Loot obtained: 287 Drowner Heart Essence Fluid, 2 Drowner Heart Essence Fluid, 2 Giant Drowner Heart Essence Fluid, 12 Experience Orbs, 5 Drowner King's Chest, 5 Giant Drowner's Chest, 5 Drowner's Chest]

The ringing system notifications startled Ailin awake.

He breathed softly and looked up, somewhat bewildered.

The stench of blood lingered in the air.

The water ghost's severed limbs lay scattered on the streets of the lower city.

Interspersed among them were human corpses, mutilated and mangled.

Dark red blood flowed through the uneven cracks in the rocks, pooling into pools of blood.

The places Ailin's gaze swept across.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"

Residents of Ben Ade's downtown area slammed their windows shut, as if hiding from some kind of serial killer.

"Phew~"

Is it over?

Ailin let out a long breath, and his blank eyes regained some of their luster.

"Are you alright, Ailin?"

A cool, clear female voice came from behind.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

The red-haired woman wearing a hood was looking at him with a worried expression.

"Lady Vesemir?"

Ailin paused for two seconds before remembering the plan he had made with the Sorceress before the match to escape from Kedwen.

But now.

With the School of the Wolf's greatest enemy dead, the wizards are preoccupied with their own problems.

They could have left through Ban Ade's gate openly and honestly.

"It's me. Are you... alright?"

The Sorceress approached.

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

She conjured a piece of white silk cloth and gently wiped the bloodstains from Ailin's face.

The subtle scent of orange mixed with the refreshing aroma of cardamom instantly dispelled the strong smell of blood from my nose.

I don't know why.

Inhaling this delicate fragrance.

His tense nerves relaxed instantly.

The Sorceress's delicate face clearly conveyed, "I'm very worried about you."

Vesemir, standing behind him, looked at him with the same worry.

Ailin shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

He knew what the Sorceress and Vesemir were worried about.

In the past, he might have kept his ability to Conjunction of the Spheres hidden, fearing that the Witcher's Handbook would be exposed.

But now that this has happened so many times, people who spend a lot of time together will inevitably have some suspicions.

They only maintained a superficial understanding.

I didn't say anything, and she didn't ask.

Estimated now.

Both the Sorceress and Vesemir felt extremely guilty, believing that the Conjunction of the Spheres had caused heavy casualties among the civilians of Ban Ade.

but.

Ailin is indeed alright.

I do feel a bit guilty, after all, living people were killed by monsters right in front of me because of the "out-of-control" Conjunction of the Spheres.

This Conjunction of the Spheres is also related to him.

Ailin isn't made of stone; how could she be completely unaffected by emotions?

But to be honest...

There wasn't much feeling of guilt.

The reason things got a bit out of control was simply because I felt some empathy seeing humans being slaughtered by monsters.

If he hadn't become a Witcher of the School of the Wolf after transmigrating to this world, he might have ended up in a similar situation to these ordinary people from Ban Ade.

Somewhere, he was killed by a monster without a name.

The combination of these two factors caused him to lose control.

Seeing the worried expressions on everyone's faces, Ailin felt a warmth in her heart.

However, he wouldn't discuss such private emotions, so he changed the subject:

"What do we do next?"

"Should I go to Ban Ade Academy to turn in the mission?"

The Sorceress gave him a worried look.

Seeing that Ailin didn't want to talk about this, he turned to look at Soyer.

After a moment of contemplation, Soyer said:

"The commission doesn't require that many people. I can handle it myself. You guys should find a place to stay first."

"Then let's go to the Hundred Fruit Garden!" Vesemir suggested.

After what happened, they certainly won't go back to the Wizarding Academy and will continue living in the Alzur's Tower.

The city of Ban Ade is also dilapidated and unsuitable for living.

We'll see.

The local residents also do not welcome them.

So the witchers all nodded and had no objections.

"Vesemir, you go with them. Be careful to keep your tracks and don't show yourself."

"Those male witches are looking for a scapegoat right now."

Soyer turned his head to look at the Sorceress.

The Sorceress nodded upon hearing this.

Next.

The Witcher returned to the Warlock Academy to retrieve his horses.

There were always people guarding the stables.

So, apart from being a little frightened by the earthquake and the aura of the large monster, Ailin's little mare, Carrot, was not injured.

Most of the other Witcher's mounts were also unharmed.

Standing at the gate of Ban Ade Academy, leading his horse, Vesemir anxiously gave his instructions:

"Chief, watch out for those male witches!"

"Don't worry," Soyer patted Vesemir on the shoulder, "The person who wanted me dead the most is already dead."

"Ban Ade already has enough trouble of his own, and now he's trying to curry favor with me."

"You guys, though, should be careful on the road."

"Tresius and Guksat of the School of the Cat are still in Ban Ade. Be careful they don't do anything desperate!"

Vesemir nodded:

"Don't worry, I'll be careful!"

then.

Soyer glanced at Ailin casually, but said nothing, and turned to walk toward the arena.

Ailin watched the chief leave with his two swords on his back.

He knew that the chief's trip was not just for the fees he was paid for those commissions.

What role did the School of the Wolf play in the scene of the king's death?

Will Haxor's death ultimately bring good fortune or misfortune to the school...?

These all require the grandmasters of the School of the Wolf to fight for their interests and eliminate their worries.

And these.

These are things that Ailin couldn't do, and wasn't qualified to do.

At least not now...

On the streets, the city guards of Ban Ade finally came to their senses and began to maintain order throughout the city with their weapons.

Occasionally, citizens were arranged to clean up the corpses on the streets.

A water ghost, or a human.

Weeping, cursing, sobbing, and relief...

A variety of emotions manifested as sounds that echoed throughout Ban Ade.

"Thank you for saving my wife and daughter."

Ailin, who was walking slowly towards the city gate with Radish in her hand, was startled by the sudden sound.

Looking up, I realized it was a well-dressed middle-aged man.

Beside him, a woman in a blood-stained blue dress, holding a child, bowed her head in greeting.

To be honest, Ailin doesn't remember saving this person.

The middle-aged man, with tears in his eyes, held the woman tightly.

After bowing to Ailin and the other witchers, the two handed over an exquisite money pouch.

"This is just a small token of our appreciation."

Ailin remained silent, showing no intention of accepting.

Despite several attempts to decline, the couple persisted.

"Please accept this. Money can't buy back your family's lives. Aisha and Belle are far more valuable than this bag of coins."

"If you do not accept it, we will have no face to pray to the kind-hearted Mrs. Meritellie any longer!"

Ailin was in a dilemma.

He was somewhat involved in the accident.

He wouldn't feel too guilty, but accepting the victim's reward was somewhat beyond his moral bottom line.

"Take it!" Vesemir advised from the side.

final,

Ailin still accepted the money pouch.

After all, if a witcher who "rescued" someone didn't accept the bounty, it would seem like he was trying to cover something up.

Who knows, the wizard might catch us making a mistake.

This is the path from the entrance of Ban Ade College to the city gate.

Many more residents came to express their gratitude.

It is obvious.

Ailin and his companions hunted down water ghosts and rescued the people.

The image of the Witcher has greatly improved among the residents of Ban Ard.

Of course.

Not everyone viewed them with gratitude.

Ailin's keen hearing also picked up on many people who were saying things like "jinx," "monster," and "freak cursed by the gods, bringing bad luck," which were hard to hear.

But none of that matters anymore.

The witchers pretended not to hear.

If someone shouts too loudly and arrogantly, and is overheard, then the civilians who have received help will naturally come forward to defend them.

that's all.

Amidst the gratitude of the crowd, it took Ailin and his group nearly an hour to reach Ban Ad's door.

Not long after leaving the city, I saw Vesemir wearing a hood by the roadside.

The Sorceress glanced at the bulging saddlebags beneath the demon hunters and smiled:

"Looks like you had a good haul?"

"I never imagined there were so many good people in Ben Ade!" Fred patted the saddlebag happily.

After leaving the city, he immediately took out his money bag and calculated it.

There were at least two hundred Oren worth of silver and copper coins inside, most of which came from the Upper City.

Although some people in the lower district also gave money and other gifts as a token of gratitude.

However, Fred and the other witchers did not accept it.

Feeling the heavy weight on his calves, Fred was already thinking about how to spend the money.

But after thinking it over, what he really wanted was the North Wind Bomb that Ailin made.

"With this money, perhaps I can try to forge a North Wind myself?"

Frey thought to himself.

"Does anyone remember how reluctant some people looked when they were cleaning up water ghosts?"

Vesemir glanced at the group of jubilant young witchers and nitpicked.

"Who knew there were good people among the residents of Ben Ade?" Fred chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.

He was the most reluctant one when hunting monsters.

Huus and Fred echoed their agreement:

"Fred is right, the people there were really awful."

"With that look of disdain and even contempt for witchers, who would want to help them clear out monsters!"

"They've just been deceived!" Vesemir said earnestly.

The young Witcher was not interested in the grand principles the Witcher Master spoke of.

Seeing that Vesemir was about to launch into a long speech, Fred immediately turned his head to look at Ailin, who seemed to be daydreaming.

"Ailin, how many lines did you collect this time?"

Ailin paused, about to speak.

"Someone's coming!"

After giving a warning, the Sorceress vanished from their sight in an instant.

Not long after.

The Witcher then heard the clatter of hooves behind him.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

Two boys dressed in the black robes of Ban Aard Academy wizards rode horses toward them.

He looked extremely anxious.

Vesemir frowned. "Make way!"

The young witchers spurred their horses to make way, but to their surprise, the two boys stopped right in front of them.

"Master Vesemir, I am Radek of the Camarilla Family."

"My companion and I are planning to go home for a visit. May I ask about your upcoming itinerary?"

"If our routes are the same, may we travel together?"

"The Camarilla Family?"

Vesemir took off his Black Wide-brimmed Hat.

The dark golden, sharp Cat Eyes stared at the two young men sitting on their horses.

They, however, were completely unafraid.

"Yes, the Camarilla Family," Radek repeated.

Perhaps worried that Vesemir might not remember, he added:

"My grandfather Blake Carmalo and my father Pasha Carmalo both met you once. Please help me hunt down the Greater Griffin that is ravaging our village."

Greater Griffin?

Seeing how specific the wizard's words were, Vesemir recalled for a moment and hesitated before saying:

"Is it Carmasio, the one who specifically sought out an artist?"

Radek smiled broadly and nodded vigorously:

"It's that Carmaso!"

"The painting depicting Master Vesemir's heroic figure still hangs in the banquet hall of my castle..."

Vesemir looked at Ailin with some hesitation.

After the chief returns from Ban Ad and settles the matter of the apprentice competition.

He then prepared to set off with Ailin directly to the Temple of Melitele in Arland to remove the curse from Ailin.

I don't plan to take on any more commissions.

And Lady Vesemir was also waiting in the shadows nearby...

However, the Camarilla Family was indeed on this route, and they were indeed one of his major clients.

The market for Witchers isn't looking too good right now, so refusing a client's request to go along the way would be a bit inappropriate.

Seeing Vesemir's dilemma, Ailin hesitated for a moment.

Only after hearing the Sorceress agree to his request in his mind did he reveal his destination.

"Are we planning to go to Arland? Is it on our way?"

"On the way! On the way!"

Radek quickly said, then took out fifty Oren and handed them to Vesemir.

Such a request from a fellow merchant would only require a few Oren for an ordinary caravan.

However, he is, after all, Witcher Master from the School of the Wolf, and there is another witcher who also possesses the strength of Witcher Master.

So despite the slight pain in his wallet, Radek didn't hesitate to take out the money.

Seeing that Ailin had no objections, Vesemir hesitated for two seconds before accepting the item.

Radek and the other Sorcerer Apprentice breathed a sigh of relief.

He joined the Witcher's team.

Upon learning that Lady Vesemir had gone to the Hundred Fruit Garden on her own, Vesemir arranged for the team to continue towards the Hundred Fruit Garden.

Radek is a very outgoing person.

In just a few words, the young witchers lowered their guard against the male sorcerer and started chatting warmly together.

Much later.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced his companion's identity yet, so he smiled and said:

"I almost forgot to introduce..."

"This is my companion Bogdan."

"During the apprentice competition, he was one of the few people who bet on you to win."

Upon hearing this, the young demon hunters immediately developed a much better impression of Bogdan.

"And what about you?" Fred seized on the key point. "Whom did you bet on to win?"

"Well..."

Radek was speechless for a moment.