Mary Came to Learn

Can I come along?

Vesemir turned around in surprise upon hearing this.

This was the first time Mary had dared to make a request of her.

The Sorceress asked expressionlessly:

"Why do you want to come with me?"

Mary, feeling the cold gaze, unconsciously took a step back.

"Yes, why should I go along?"

"It's already late at night, and there's nothing exciting going on with Ailin, just two male wizards. What am I supposed to do there?"

At this moment, Mary was already beginning to regret her impulsive and reckless actions.

But if you tell Lady Vesemir now that it was "just a joke" or "it was a momentary impulse," the consequences will definitely be worse.

In her anxiety, Mary's mind raced, and just before Lady Vesemir's patience ran out, a brilliant idea struck her:

"A few more potion recipes have been sent by the Ailin..."

"I'd like to go and ask him if there are any points to note regarding these refining techniques..."

Mary cautiously glanced up, trying to gauge the Sorceress's attitude.

As she saw the Sorceress's cold gaze, the girl's confidence waned, her courage dwindled, and her voice grew softer.

"Of course... if it doesn't work, then forget it."

"I can do the same thing by myself..."

"Yes!" the Sorceress suddenly said.

"Okay, then I'll stay in Kaer Morhen by myself..."

Mary's head, which had been lowering, suddenly jerked upward, and she asked incredulously:

"What, Lady Vesemir, you... you agreed?"

The Sorceress nodded slightly.

Mary was so happy she almost jumped up on the spot, and took a few steps to the portal.

But the Sorceress reached out and stopped him:

"Change clothes..."

Mary was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then looked down and saw that she was still wearing her pajamas, and immediately blushed with embarrassment.

However, after quickly changing her clothes, Mary was still stopped by the Sorceress.

Lady Vesemir looked at Mary, who was fidgeting and looking bewildered, and sighed:

"Didn't you want to ask about how to make potions?"

"Don't bring the materials and alchemy equipment with you..."

How do you plan to ask?

A mountain camp south of the Pontar River.

Whether genuine or not, Bogdan and Radek's willingness to go to Kaer Morhen saved the Witcher a lot of trouble.

After dinner.

Thomas Moru and Macaque both woke up once, but were quickly knocked unconscious again by Ailin.

The four of them chatted for a long time.

When the new moon hangs high in the sky and the stars fill the heavens.

Even with the thrill of "betraying" Ban Ade and joining Kaer Morhen, the two Sorcerer Apprentice, who had been traveling all day, couldn't resist the drowsiness and their eyelids began to droop.

Ailin then looked at Vesemir:

"Rest now, Master Vesemir."

"It's getting late. Mary should have just received the lovebird by now, and Lady Vesemir must have been resting long ago."

"It probably won't arrive until tomorrow morning or noon..."

Vesemir nodded slightly.

No matter how much the Sorceress liked her apprentice, she couldn't possibly be at his beck and call at any time.

After sending the two Sorcerer Apprentice, who were already half-asleep and had their eyes half-closed, to rest.

Vesemir glanced at Thomas Maul and Macaque on the ground, then turned to Ailin and gave him instructions:

"Go and rest first, I'll wake you up later tonight."

Ailin nodded.

However, unlike Bogdan and Radek, he didn't need to find a tent and cover himself with a blanket to fall asleep.

He leaned against Big Stone, sitting cross-legged.

"Hiss~ Whoosh~"

Between each breath.

The sounds in the surrounding environment become clearer, but half of the thoughts in the brain become calmer.

Ailin entered into meditation.

Seeing that Ailin entered a meditative state in a second, Vesemir nodded in satisfaction.

Under the star-studded night sky, the campfire had burned down to its last flame, crackling only once or twice every few seconds.

However, the gentle heat emitted by the flames is more pleasant.

It's warm and cozy, perfect for falling asleep.

The flickering firelight cast a half-shadow on Ailin's profile.

With her eyes closed, Ailin's mature and reliable demeanor from the daytime vanished abruptly.

Instead, there was a youthful naiveté and a hint of weariness.

"He's still a child!"

Vesemir sighed.

Yes, Ailin is still just a child.

No matter how talented he is, no matter how amazing his potions and skills are, he is still just a fourteen-year-old child.

What was I doing when I was fourteen?

Gazing at the apprentice's face, reddened by the firelight, Vesemir was lost in thought.

At fourteen, he was at the happiest time of his life.

Having just escaped the death shadow of the Witcher Trials, the young Vesemir follows Soyer, the most respected Witcher of the Northern Continent, to slay demons and monsters.

Back then, he was young and handsome, and wherever he went, he was greeted with expectant and admiring glances.

A noble feast, young girls' flowers, the people's gratitude...

Every Witcher of the School of the Wolf is a hero of the Northern Kingdoms, especially in Kedwen.

He once lived a life of high spirits, indulging in praise, flattery, and worship.

There is no need to ponder the weighty question of whether the Tomorrow School will perish.

And Ailin...

He hadn't even fully passed the Witcher Trials when he was burdened with the weight of the school's survival...

When did everything begin to change?

To the point of wanting to uphold the glory of the school of thought...

No!

So much so that if Kaer Morhen wanted to continue standing in the Blue Mountains, it needed a fourteen-year-old apprentice to painstakingly seek and struggle.

Looking back, Vesemir had a very clear understanding of the Ban Ade trip that had just ended.

From the moment the king's envoy from Kaer Morhen visited, if it weren't for Ailin, the school might have long been blinded by past stability and prosperity, stepping into the trap carefully woven for them by the king and the sorcerers.

Countless times... just one wrong step and it would be utterly ruined.

Yet Ailin, almost single-handedly, carried the School of the Wolf out of the abyss.

Although the threat of Ban Ade still looms ahead, it is nothing compared to the precarious situation before descending the mountain.

Worlds apart.

"How shameful!" Vesemir thought to himself.

His role as a mentor during this period was simply not to hold anyone back.

so...

How can we do more?

Vesemir was somewhat troubled.

"How can I make a greater contribution to my apprentices and the future of my school of thought?"

Just as Vesemir was deep in thought, a chilly spring night breeze blew by.

He suddenly looked up.

His amber Cat Eyes were fixed on the darkness at the end of the road behind him, and his right hand gripped the hilt of his silver sword.

A few seconds later.

"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"

Light footsteps sounded.

The person who came didn't seem to have any intention of hiding, and just walked over step by step.

"Master Vesemir..."

Ailin was also startled from his meditation. After glancing at Thomas Moru and Macaque, who were still "sleeping," he also gripped the hilt of the silver sword, just like Vesemir.

At the same time, his left hand reached into the reagent bag, grabbed a bottle of "Cat's Eye," and then quietly got up and stood guard beside the Witcher Master.

However, not long after.

As the footsteps grew clearer, a graceful figure wearing a hood emerged from the menacing darkness.

The figure removed its hood, revealing a delicate face with smiling eyes. Almost simultaneously, the two witchers lowered their right hands.

Vesemir looked at the sky.

While I had anticipated the extent of Lady Vesemir's concern for Ailin, the timing was still surprising...

This also shows that he underestimated the relationship between the two.

This is something that Mary has been waiting for ever since she sent the lovebird, and then came over as soon as she received a reply.

Vesemir was completely baffled. He turned to look at his apprentice, unable to understand what kind of magic Ailin possessed.

Even biological offspring wouldn't be this good, would they?

"Lady Vesemir!"

Ailin greeted him with delight.

He hadn't expected the Sorceress to arrive so quickly.

Before he could take more than a few steps, another petite and graceful woman appeared... The girl walked up behind the Sorceress.

"Mary!"

"Why are you here too?"

This time, Ailin was genuinely surprised.

"What's wrong? Can't I come?"

Mary was delighted to see Ailin's surprised expression.

She put her hands on her hips, her big eyes smiling into crescent moons, reflecting the starry sky.

If Lady Vesemir hadn't been walking ahead, she would have loved to run over and take a closer look at the little Witcher she hadn't seen in so long.

"No, that's not it..." Ailin hesitated, "But you... how come you're carrying so much stuff?"

Yes.

Lady Vesemir was the same as always.

Elegant and beautiful.

But Mary's overall look was quite strange.

Panting, face flushed...

She not only had a large leather bag slung across her body, but also a backpack of an odd style, and...

A pot...

"It's none of your business!"

Mary's face instantly went from sunny to cloudy, and then suddenly turned overcast with a light drizzle.

Is it easy for her to find an excuse?

Carrying a huge amount of stuff was one thing, but I never expected that Lady Vesemir's portal would open right at the entrance to Fugen.

She, a noble Sorceress, carried a huge pile of materials and a pot on her back.

It took us almost half an hour to get here.

Fortunately, it's nighttime now.

Otherwise, she, a legendary Sorceress, would lose all face.

"Mary was very worried about you. When she heard that you had been attacked by Ben Ade's sorcerer again, she begged me to come with her."

The Sorceress crossed her arms and explained with a smile.

"Lady Vesemir, I'm not worried about him. I'm just... just here to learn potion recipes."

Mary blushed and slammed her left hand against the crucible behind her, making a loud bang, as she tried to argue her point.

"Okay, okay."

The Sorceress tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, remaining silent and smiling as she watched her.

This explanation is worse than no explanation at all.

Most of the potions mentioned in Lovebirds can only be taken by witchers with the right physique.

Is it normal for a Sorceress to insist on following along in the middle of the night to learn these "worthless" recipes for the powerful and wizards?

Mary had thought of that too.

Her pretty, innocent face turned even redder, almost the same color as the dying embers of the campfire.

Hearing this, Ailin was still very touched.

"The new potion isn't urgent; those two Ban Ade wizards are both on the ground."

He stepped forward, changing the subject as he took off Mary's backpack and crucible.

"Thank you," Mary said softly, blushing.

"You're welcome."

Looking at the girl's big, blinking eyes in the firelight, Ailin suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

You came here to help me.

Even if you learn the potion recipe, you're still just working for the Witcher Company.

There's nothing to thank me for.

Vesemir stood to the side with his arms crossed, and gave the Sorceress a slight nod in greeting.

With a smile playing on his lips, he watched with amusement and interest as Ailin helped Mary unload one burden after another, without making any attempt to help himself.

He felt that what he was seeing was more interesting than all the plays he had ever seen in the past combined.

About half an hour later.

"Ban Ade will find out sooner or later. As long as they compare the list of the captured apprentices, they can pinpoint the two Sorcerer Apprentice."

"You've passed through so many places along the way, it's impossible that you didn't leave any traces."

The Sorceress coldly looked at the two unconscious male wizards on the ground and analyzed:

"But there's no need to worry for now."

"They're in a lot of trouble right now. Not only are the nobles of Kedwen causing them trouble, but the Sorceress are also very curious about what happened that day."

"Tissaia, the headmistress of Aretuza, is currently visiting Ban Ade with several senior Sorceress."

"Therefore, they may not be able to assemble enough people to investigate the matter thoroughly in a timely manner."

"Once I've cleaned up all the magical traces here, even if they suspect something, they won't have any evidence to prove that you arrested these two people."

"After all..."

"Ban Ade has offended many people, so now there are many people kicking him when he's down."

"Given the uncertainty, they wouldn't dare to directly provoke you."

Vesemir and Ailin nodded, feeling a sense of relief.

But they knew it in their hearts.

Even if this matter remains undiscovered, the School of the Wolf will eventually come to blows with Ben Ade.

So even though the situation is good now, we certainly can't let our guard down.

"As for the Second Mutation you mentioned..."

Vesemir looked at Ailin with some hesitation:

"I can give it a try, but wizards like Thomas Morlu value the memories in their minds very much."

"To be honest, I'm not very confident."

Ailin was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

Ultimately, it's just a gamble.

and.

Thomas Molu should have a laboratory for Second Mutation.

I just don't know if it's like in the game, in the Valley of Nine in Toussaint...

Does the laboratory have the equipment and research methods for Second Mutation?

"Let's use a two-pronged approach!" Ailin thought to himself.

Once the curse is removed, you can go to Toussaint to look for it.

In addition, there was Lady Vesemir's memory search and interrogation...

If all else fails, killing Thomas Moru might still offer a chance to unlock the memories of the Second Mutation.

He refused to believe that he couldn't get what he wanted even with all this.

"It's alright, Lady Vesemir. If all else fails, I have other ways to obtain it."

Vesemir nodded.

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

A portal appears.

Vesemir, carrying Thomas Moru and Macaque, headed toward the portal.

After sending them to Kaer Morhen, Vesemir will return through the portal.

Bogdan and Radek bid farewell to Ailin and followed closely behind.

It's worth mentioning that after learning Vesemir's identity, not only was Bogdan excited, but Radek was also filled with hope for the future.

In his words, "This is Bloody Red Fox! It's way better than that damned Ban Ade!"

Although Radek was unaware that even Vesemir's own disciple, Mary, was left to fend for herself.

Next up is Mary.

Although she hadn't heard a single word about how to make the new potion.

But Lady Vesemir is going back, so how could she possibly stay here?

So Mary huffed and puffed, hobbling along as she hoisted all the things she had carried all the way here onto her back, and followed Radek as they were about to step into the portal.

At this moment.

The Sorceress suddenly grabbed her:

"Mary, what are you going back for?"