Take Off Your Clothes So I Can Measure You Properly!

Horton took the blueprints, glanced at them, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"The dwarf's beard!"

"Who designed this stunning beauty for you?"

"I've never made armor like this before!"

"Wyvern Hide, Aetherium, werewolf heart, Greater Griffin Stomach, Scorpion Spider silk..."

"A perfect combination of Magic Material and rigid Magic Material..."

"Such a crazy idea!"

"This is simply... this is simply masterpiece!"

Horton's eyes lit up as he looked at it, wishing he could pluck them off and roll them around on the parchment a few times.

His forging skills are world-renowned, but he usually only forges full steel armor.

After all, most of his customers were noble knights, so as long as the performance was entertaining enough and could withstand the blades of his own kind, that was enough.

In most cases, even the latter requirement is not needed.

"This is the joint work of Alzure and the Dwarf King Blowal Hog, or rather, the technology..." Vesemir, unconcerned by Horton's lapse in composure, explained with a smile, "It is one of the few masterpieces in the world that combines steel and flesh."

"Hmph~"

Hog snorted softly upon hearing this:

"That old bastard Broval Hog is no dwarf king."

"He was just a stubborn, selfish, suspicious, and rigid elder Mahakam... stinkier and harder than a rock in a latrine."

Vesemir smiled but didn't reply.

Blowal Hog's official title is indeed Elder Mahakam.

However, he wielded immense power in Mahakam and was the de facto king of the dwarves.

However, some young dwarves were indeed very dissatisfied with his stubborn personality, his fanaticism and almost insane obsession with tradition.

certainly.

These are the dwarves' assessments of their leader.

As an outsider, Vesemir was naturally not going to be foolish enough to join Horton in offering his opinions.

Moreover, Horton only denied Blovar Hog's identity, but did not deny Vesemir's evaluation of the Wolf School Master Set a "masterpiece".

After a long while, Hog finally put down the blueprints with a sigh:

"Tsk tsk, this armor... this armor is something no ordinary person could make!"

"That old man Blowal really knows his stuff when it comes to forging!"

"What's wrong, Horton?" Vesemir crossed his arms and chuckled. "Can't you do it?"

Horton turned around abruptly, his long beard sweeping across a semicircle like a whip.

He shouted loudly:

"What can't we do!"

"Just kidding, there's no armor in this world I can't make!"

"But I'm making this clear beforehand: even considering our friendship and this stunning beauty, I can only offer a 50% discount..."

Horton pulled on his thick fingers:

"Um... let me do the math... gloves, breastplate, pants, boots... it'll take me at least two months, so that's 12,000 Oren. I'll just say 10,000 Oren for you!"

"So expensive!"

Lady Vesemir's extraordinary beauty!

Even if the cost is halved, it still costs 10,000 Oren?

Mary's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

"Expensive?" Horton sneered.

"This is just the price I charge for forging it. All these materials are in the blueprints, but I only have Aetherium here, and that will cost extra..."

"I can't possibly get you all the other monsters' pelts, hearts, blood, and other random bits and pieces..."

"Tsk tsk... Flying lizard skin... Apart from dragons, flying lizards are the most powerful large monsters in the world!"

"Werewolves, Greater Griffin, and Scorpion Spider are not weak either, and their numbers are currently very small..."

Bite!

Obtain the Main Quest: [The Witcher Master's Shield] (Hunting Flying Lizards 0/5, Werewolves 0/5, Greater Griffin 0/5, Scorpion Spider 0/5, Finding Refined Magic -Aetherium Plates 0/10)

The sense of déjà vu was so strong that Ailin seemed to have an auditory hallucination of the mission being activated.

He subconsciously opened the task list in the Witcher's Handbook.

Only then did they confirm that the missions inside were still hunting missions involving water ghosts, Ghoul, Foglet, and spirits.

"Strange, the quest wasn't activated," Ailin thought to himself.

Logically speaking, this is a standard task activation script.

Next.

He should travel over mountains and valleys, visiting various countries, from cities to villages, to search for traces of these monsters.

After a fierce battle, he killed the monsters and returned to forge his School of the Wolf armor set.

"What's wrong, Ailin?"

Vesemir's voice suddenly interrupted his reverie.

"It's nothing," Ailin said, snapping back to reality.

Vesemir gave him a strange look, but didn't press the matter. He pulled Ailin and turned to walk out of the house, saying:

"Come with me quickly."

The School of the Wolf does not have an exploiting class.

The higher the "rank" of a witcher, the more money they actually have to spend.

Witcher Apprentice, Witcher, Witcher Master, School Head.

The Witcher apprenticeship is purely a training program, with no tuition fees.

Once you pass the trial and become a fully-fledged Witcher, you will receive one-fifth of your annual commission at the end of each year, as long as you remain in Kaer Morhen.

The Witcher Master is directly one-half.

The chief is even less of a concern; he basically uses all the bounties from the commissions he accepts to develop the school.

certainly.

These are all unspoken rules.

Even if a Witcher fails to pay his "tax" at the end of each year, the school will not actually expel him or impose any other punishment.

However, no such deadbeat has appeared so far.

Instead, many Witchers at the end of the year will only keep enough money to survive at the beginning of the next year, and then hand over all the commissions they have earned throughout the year to the school.

This is understandable.

After all, witchers cannot have offspring.

Such a mortal profession, where one is born in the morning and dies at night, makes it difficult for worldly desires to sustain decades of relentless fighting.

The School of the Wolf is their home, and every apprentice who passes the trials is their child.

Although this feeling is somewhat abnormal, the relationships between people and between people and other species in this world are inherently distorted.

so.

The greatest monetary and material reward a Witcher of the School of the Wolf can obtain from the school in their lifetime is the armor they acquire when they become Witcher Master.

Yes.

The cost of forging the Wolf School Master Set was entirely funded by the school itself.

Ailin doesn't need to spend a single Oren.

Including materials.

"Wow!"

"This smooth, translucent fur looks like it's woven from silver threads..."

"Bite--"

"A crisp echo..."

"Hiss~"

"The strong smell of blood and stench..."

Horton bounced around like a child among the various colored materials on the ground.

He excitedly kept talking to himself.

After a while, her cheeks flushed, and she looked excitedly at Vesemir:

"Vesemir, where did you get so many top-quality materials?"

"Not only is the Wyvern Hide intact, but the Magic Node on the werewolf's heart and the circuits on the griffin's stomach..."

"All monster materials are processed to the highest standard."

Vesemir laughed heartily and patted Horton on the shoulder:

"These materials were all contributed by the Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf, and those few Wyvern Hide were even Chieftain Soyer's treasured possessions..."

"Of course, they are all top-grade, highest-quality materials!"

"No wonder!" Horton sighed.

He glanced at the young Witcher Master, Ailin, who was staring blankly at the various monster materials on the ground.

I am filled with emotion.

"With so many top-quality materials, they must be worth at least 100,000 Oren!"

"The materials you're wearing are far inferior to those on the ground!"

"Dwarfs' beards, you really have a lot to spare!"

When Vesemir heard Horton's comparison, he felt neither jealousy nor resentment.

He smiled and squinted his eyes, then shook his head, as if remembering something, and said:

"No!"

"Our gains far outweigh our losses!"

"Far greater than..."

Horton paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing much," Vesemir pulled down his Black Wide-brimmed Hat and smiled mysteriously. "The materials are all here, my esteemed Master Horton. Is there anything else to prepare?"

The dwarf master blacksmith, whose secret had been kept, turned pale.

However, upon hearing about the materials, due to his dwarven nature, he quickly focused his attention back on the smooth Wyvern Hide.

There's nothing to prepare.

"With so many top-quality materials, I can hardly imagine how outstanding the armor set forged from it will be in terms of piercing, blunt force, slashing, and resistance to monster damage!"

"Oh, right..." Horton suddenly remembered a question:

"I don't know how to inscribe Magic Array; you'll need an alchemist."

"It's alright, Lady Vesemir will take care of engraving the Magic Array," Vesemir said casually.

Horton paused for a moment.

Is the Bloody Red Fox in charge of engraving the Magic Array?

This is such a waste of talent!

And her appearance fee must be eight or nine times higher than mine...

Has the School of the Wolf become so wealthy and powerful?

Shocked, he glanced at Mary, then at Ailin, pondered for a moment, and then smiled knowingly:

"Tsk tsk~"

"I have a feeling that this armor may be the best work I have ever done."

Vesemir smiled and patted the dwarf on the shoulder, "I have no doubt about it!"

The thought that such a work would be born from his own hands filled Horton with excitement.

He roared at Ailin in the dwarven voice, thick with the smell of cinders and ore:

Hahahaha—

"Come on, Master Ailin."

"Take off all your clothes so I can take your measurements carefully!"

Ad-Kalai, the capital of Kedwen.

In the king's study, on the large seat that Haxor once sat, a young man was pale with anger.

He glared at the richly dressed old man opposite him at the black oak table and said:

"Duke Donato, don't you think your words are absurd?"

"Where is it absurd?" The old man's expression was respectful, but his tone was indifferent. "His Majesty the King once commissioned some wild cats to do some things."

"If I remember correctly, it was you who relayed the king's orders back then!"

"If a person tries to kill a wolf, the wolf will fight back. Isn't that obvious?"

"My dearest prince..."

Rado looked grim.

Only a few people knew that his father had sent him to find the School of the Cat Witchers.

This certainly doesn't include the unreasonable nobleman in front of us.

And even though he's about to ascend the throne, they still call him "Your Highness"...

Is that damn Donato threatening me with the throne?

Although he was burning with rage, the chaos and unrest caused by his father's sudden death forced him to suppress his anger.

"The School of the Wolf is certainly a suspect."

"But Lord Donato, we are not ignorant farmers. We both know very well what the effects of the Witcher's Signs are."

"They simply don't have the capability to create this Conjunction of the Spheres..."

"That's not necessarily true!" the old man interrupted, but his expression remained humble, like a layer of human skin covering a steel mask.

"Just because the School of the Wolf witchers can't do it doesn't mean that everyone they know can't..."

"Didn't someone say that the red fox has moved into the wolf's den and is now cuddling with the alpha wolf?"

"Perhaps she was the one who orchestrated this Conjunction of the Spheres?"

Rado was getting a little impatient:

"So you mean, a Sorceress not only infiltrated the heavily guarded Ban Ard without a sound, but also cast a spell like the Conjunction of the Spheres right under the noses of so many world-renowned male wizards?"

"It's not impossible." The old man nodded slowly.

Rado laughed in exasperation:

"I asked Lady Tissaia of Aretuza, and even if a wizard has the ability to trigger the Conjunction of the Spheres..."

"For Conjunction of the Spheres to occur on such a grand scale as when my father passed away, it would necessarily require a grand ceremony with extremely complicated preparation steps."

"Could it be that, apart from Ban Ade's male witches, there is someone else who could spend several days setting up such a ritual on their territory without being discovered?"

Doesn't Rado know that, in terms of motives, the School of the Wolf is the most suspicious?

But the arrangement of the ceremony alone could not have been done by anyone other than Ban Ad.

The old man gazed at the future king of Kedwen and remained silent for a few seconds.

He did not mention the rumor that Tissaia and Vesemir were both Sorceress and had a very good relationship.

He didn't know whether the Conjunction of the Spheres that day required a ceremony.

But even if Tissaia and Vesemir were very close, she would never tell such an easily exposed lie, as this kind of knowledge is "asked to know".

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words!"

"Don't tell me you suspect that Ban Ade killed the king?"

"You should know that in the matter of destroying Kaer Morhen, they were on the same side as the king."

"What good would it do them to kill the king?"

The old man's expression remained respectful as always, but his forced smile was chilling.

He stood up without waiting for Rado's reply.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave now."

"The day after tomorrow is the day of the noble council, and we will continue our discussion then."

As he spoke.

The old man, leaning on an elegant black cane, was helped by his servants as he walked step by step toward the door.

"Duke Donato, will you support me the day after tomorrow?" Rado suddenly asked.

The old man paused, but did not turn around.

"Of course I want to support you, Your Highness!"

Then.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

The sound of the cane tapping the ground gradually faded away.

"Hope you'll support me..."

Rado muttered to himself, about to place his hands on the armrests, but unexpectedly found himself holding onto nothing.

This is not the chair he usually sits in.

Space, too big.

The hand that was supporting the air was placed on the cold tabletop.

Rado closed his eyes and sighed softly.