A Messenger Bird from Mary

Ailin's Precognitive Dream was real!

This was the first thought that popped into Vesemir's mind after hearing the sorcerer Thomas Morlu's wild words.

And unexpectedly.

When he heard that "Ban Aad is an enemy of Kaer Morhen" and "the School of Winter has been destroyed," Vesemir did not feel much fear or unease.

He thought about it for a moment.

Yes.

What's there to be afraid of in a class like Ade?

Besides the warlocks, their anticipated enemies also included the king of Kedwen!

And there were tens of thousands of knights and soldiers...

And now.

The royal family of Ad Kalai will no longer ally with the wizards.

This is all thanks to Ailin.

Vesemir turned his head and glanced at his most prized apprentice.

Then he glanced at the oblivious wizard on the ground, still laughing wildly, as if he were looking at a clown.

He believed that Ailin would be able to find a way out for the school of thought.

What I need to do is to pass on all my skills to him without reservation, and then do my best to protect and support him.

"Then why are you in such a hurry to die?"

Ailin stared coldly at the sorcerer on the ground, who was trembling like a maggot.

"Why not wait for the snow to cover the Blue Mountains, and then join Ben Ade's army to avenge your selfishness and obsession?"

"Are you really that impatient?"

Upon hearing Ailin's words, Thomas Maurice's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the throat.

He stared fiercely at the young witcher, his eyes filled with Vigo.

His child once had those same hateful Cat Eyes.

refute him, resist him, be hostile to him...

Everything I did was clearly for his own good!

Why can't he understand? Why won't he listen? Why won't he cooperate?

An overwhelming surge of anger rushed to his head, and countless vicious curses spilled out.

"What do you know! You damned monsters..."

"Smack!"

Ailin stepped forward and swiftly tapped Thomas Morui's artery with the toe of his right foot.

The bespectacled wizard rolled his eyes and fainted again.

The oak grove was quiet.

Vesemir paid no attention to Ailin's sudden action.

Thomas Moru was clearly not as cooperative as Macaque, and what followed was mostly pointless cursing.

He merely glanced at Thomas Maurice in surprise.

He was found to be breathing steadily, and there were no visible injuries on his neck.

"Where did you learn this skill?"

Vesemir looked at Ailin with curiosity.

Even he couldn't achieve that effect with his feet.

"I figured it out myself," Ailin said casually.

Actually, it comes from the School of the Cat Two-Handed Sword LV5.

The School of the Cat, whose main business is related to humans, has an understanding of human anatomy comparable to that of a senior surgeon in a previous life.

Although his expertise lies in murder, kidnapping, and torture.

"No wonder he's a born witcher..." Vesemir clicked his tongue and remarked.

"Your control over power has surpassed mine; what should have been five years of trials and tribulations, you might accomplish in just two..."

"No, even a year is enough..."

Ailin shook his head. "I still have a lot to learn, Master Vesemir."

"I hope you can teach me more!"

This is not just a polite remark.

There are many small techniques, such as meditation, that are not recognized as skills in the Witcher's Handbook and must be learned from Vesemir.

There is also some knowledge about Monster Economics, such as the weaknesses of common and uncommon monsters.

Although Ailin also had knowledge of Monster Bestiary from her previous life's game.

But the difference between games and reality is still too great.

At least one point.

Real-world combat is not a game of exchanging blows.

After being attacked by the monster, arms and legs were severed...

It's quite common for a piece of meat to be missing here or there.

Therefore, the knowledge imparted by the experienced Witcher Master Vesemir is of utmost importance.

In fact, for a long period of ten years after graduating from the Witcher Trials, most Witchers will only accept quests from monsters that their mentors had introduced them to and hunted during their travels.

at last.

For young Witcher, another important aspect of having a mentor is relationships.

Take Radek for example.

He offered a higher price to commission the job because he had heard of Vesemir's reputation and his family had worked with the Witcher Master.

After this commission, I learned about Ailin's strength.

Would he talk about Ailin with his family relatives and recommend Ailin?

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, that's almost inevitable.

The most lucrative rewards come from these commissions that specifically target witchers.

Otherwise, Ailin would have to go from village to village, checking the notice boards and accepting commissions, just like before.

They were fixated on the one or two copper coins of the reward money from the client.

"Of course, as long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you everything I know and can do without reservation."

"This is my promise!"

Vesemir took off his Black Wide-brimmed Hat and looked at Ailin with a serious and earnest expression.

Ailin paused for a moment.

I never expected Vesemir to suddenly become so serious.

A warmth filled her heart, and Ailin smiled and nodded vigorously:

"Then you can just wait to be hollowed out, Master Vesemir!"

"I couldn't be happier!" Vesemir laughed too.

Macaque, lying next to Thomas Maurice, felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene of brotherly respect and friendship between teacher and student.

How can you laugh when Ban Ade is about to destroy Kaer Morhen?

Even if you don't believe that madman, you shouldn't be so relaxed about it!

Do you really think that a mere few dozen witchers can stop the sorcerers' world-destroying magic?

However, Macaque only dared to think about it in his heart and did not dare to disturb them, for fear that "Blue Death" would also hit him like that.

Only when the two witchers turned their gazes toward him did he hurriedly try to explain:

"What Thomas Morlu said isn't true. The academy's original plan might have included... uh... that plan..."

"However, only a small percentage of the sorcerers in Ban Ad are actually hostile to witchers; the majority are like me... friendly to witchers..."

Macaque gave the two witchers a fawning look.

Seeing their thoughtful expressions, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"After the Conjunction of the Spheres, resolving the troubles caused by the king's death is the academy's main objective going forward."

"Extremists like Thomas Morlu are not the mainstream. Dean Henry Gedimidis has always been alone, with no relatives or children, and he has no ill will towards witchers, so he certainly won't be an enemy of your school this year..."

Does that mean it won't happen this year, so it will next year?

Ailin and Vesemir exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

However, this was somewhat expected; Ailin never imagined that the crisis could be overcome without a single battle.

Wolves, cats, griffins, bears...

The demise of the Witcher is a global issue, and it certainly won't be resolved so easily.

He just needs a buffer period to allow Kaer Morhen time to develop.

Heart extract, potions, Sword Oil, skills, rituals...

Only a small fraction of the potential of The Witcher's Handbook has been explored.

Time is on their side.

Of course, they didn't completely believe Macaque's words; it was just a reference.

But none of that matters now.

The most pressing issue right now is figuring out how to deal with these two male wizards.

Vesemir rubbed his temples, turning his head to look at Ailin with a slight headache:

"What do you think? How should we deal with these two male witches?"

Upon hearing this, Ailin looked at the two male wizards on the ground and felt a headache coming on.

After hesitating for two seconds under Macaque's pleading gaze.

He looked up, opened his mouth as if to speak.

Sudden.

Ailin sensed something, and under Macaque's terrified gaze, he kicked him with his right foot, sending him into a deep sleep.

Before Vesemir could ask, he raised his right hand.

A Crystal Bird suddenly flew down from the sky and landed on the index finger of his right hand.

At this moment.

Radek and Bogdan were also ready to camp.

"Master Vesemir, Ailin, the campfire and tents are ready. Shall we prepare dinner?"

Radek shouted.

"They're here!" Vesemir shouted in response, glancing down at the two warlocks:

"There's no need to rush into figuring out how to deal with these two people. We have one night to think about it."

"The love letters from Mary are the most important."

As he spoke, he patted Ailin on the shoulder and smiled knowingly.

"This is not a love letter!"

Ailin argued.

Mary is only fifteen years old; she's not an adult yet!

Do you know what you're saying, you indecent old man?

"Very well, very well!" Vesemir laughed heartily. "If you say it's not, then it's not."

Before Ailin could argue, he roughly ruffled Ailin's hair and turned to walk towards the campfire.

"You keep an eye on things for now, I'll go prepare dinner for Radek and Bogdan..."

Watching the Witcher Master's departing figure, Ailin shook his head helplessly and withdrew his gaze.

However, since the two male wizards didn't come for them, there's really no need to rush into a decision.

So Ailin raised the lovebird with her right hand and placed its glistening beak against her forehead.

The next second.

Mary's sweet voice immediately echoed in his mind.

"My dear leader of the Pact of the Wolves..."

"The Half-elf that Lady Vesemir brought back have all been settled in."

"For the first few days, they were timid and hesitant, but after a few days they were running all over Kaer Morhen."

"Chirping and chattering, like a flock of little ducks..."

"This is the first time Kaer Morhen has been this lively since the snow and ice on the On the Blue Mountains melted and you left."

"Pity..."

"This excitement won't last long..."

"After they came back, Huus, Bont, and Fred, who had been playing with them, went down the mountain yesterday with some Witcher Master."

"Lady Vesemir said that in a few days, after she and the chief have discussed how to integrate the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid into the 'Choice' trial, your bearded vice-captain Aristo will begin training them."

"Hmph~"

"Speaking of which!"

"The fierce-looking Aristo won't even let me into the training grounds for the 'Choice' Trial!"

"You should know that I am the Chief Sorcerer of the Pact of the Wolves Legion, while he is just an ordinary vice-captain!"

"When you get back, you must help me teach him a good lesson!"

"Hmm... there's no need to be too harsh on him, after all, Aristo is usually quite responsible."

"Under his rigorous training, your prospective members have learned both swordsmanship and magic signs very quickly."

"Of course, we can't be too lenient with the lesson, otherwise where would I, Mary the sorceress and chief sorceress of the Wolf Pack, put my face?"

Hearing this, Ailin smiled.

I could already picture Mary with horns on her forehead, all puffed up in anger, in my mind.

It can't be too heavy or too light; this is a bad lesson to learn.

Ailin found it somewhat amusing.

He shook his head and continued listening.

"At the very least, I want him to address me respectfully as 'Ms. Mary,' instead of just calling me 'Mary Mary.' It makes me lose face in front of the prospective members!"

Haha~

Mary's true purpose was exposed, and Ailin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"And I did a much better job than him!"

"Under my guidance, all your prospective members have learned the Necrophage Oil, Killer Whale, and Cat's Eye spells. Klar has even started practicing the Ice Lance Spell!"

"You know, even Aristo hasn't learned it yet!"

"I'm amazing, aren't I, Ailin!"

That's truly remarkable.

The young witcher thought.

There's so much stuff; theoretically, it should be enough for them to study for half a year.

It's only been two months.

As expected of Principal Aretuza from the original work, she truly possesses exceptional talent in teaching.

After thinking for a moment, Ailin opened the Witcher's Handbook with his mind and brought up the panel of legion members.

really.

Each member learned a recipe that included Necrophage Oil, Killer Whale, and cat's eye.

Surprisingly.

It wasn't just Klar who learned the Ice Lance Spell.

Ernie and another legion member named Peta also learned the Ice Lance Spell.

Inviting Mary to be his Legion Warlock was indeed the right decision.

I need to figure out a way to win Mary over, so she doesn't jump ship to Aretuza... Ailin thought to himself as he continued listening.

"Aristo had hinted to me several times that he wanted me to teach him, but I just pretended not to understand."

"Unless he calls me Lady Mary!"

"Otherwise, don't even think about me teaching him..."

After subtly saying a few bad things about Aristo, Mary then talked about the current state of life for Half-elf.

She described how mischievous a Half-elf named Adolf was.

A man named Cirillo was so introverted.

The youngest one, Half-elf child named Maya, cries and screams for her mother every day...

Whether it was Adolf, Cirillo, or Maya, all the names of the Half-elf were new to Ailin.

He wasn't really interested in the lives of these Half-elf.

But as I listened...

In a daze, he had a strange feeling, like a husband working away from home, listening to his wife chatting on the phone.

"Although I can't enter the training grounds for the Trial of Choice, I can still enter the apprentice dormitory because I need to prepare the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid and other trial potions."

"So don't worry, I will take good care of them."

Finally, please be careful while you're out there!

"When Lady Vesemir told me about your experience, she almost made me cry several times..."

Hearing this, Ailin chuckled.

Given Mary's personality, it wasn't just a little bit; she definitely cried!

A warmth filled my heart.

The feeling of being cared for is like soaking in hot water at 38 degrees Celsius, making you feel lazy and warm all over.

Involuntarily, he looked up and gazed northward.

The magnificent sunset, like a ribbon, with its gold and red hues, unfolded from west to east.

Gazing at this breathtaking scenery, Ailin sighed softly.

to be honest.

This moment.

He missed Kaer Morhen.