There's Something Wrong with Ard!

"What's wrong?"

Mary saw Ailin was a little distracted when he heard Little Monster's name, and asked curiously:

"Is there anything wrong with the name Yennefer?"

Little Monster's body also tensed up, and his ears moved.

"No problem," Ailin shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "This is a good name..."

"A great name with notes of blackcurrant and clove."

Blackcurrants and cloves?

What does this mean?

Mary looked at Ailin strangely.

However, the young witcher smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Little Monster Hearing this, his body immediately relaxed.

Although she didn't know what the young demon hunter meant, she heard it as a compliment and whispered timidly but proudly:

"That's the name my mother gave me!"

Then he lowered his head after saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ailin and Mary looked at each other and sighed.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart to varying degrees.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Ailin changed the topic and said:

"By the way, Mary, do you know how to test your magic talent?"

Mary was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Little Monster:

"What do you mean?"

Ailin nodded and said:

"I think Lady Vesemir might be able to have one more apprentice."

Mary's tone was stagnant.

Let's not talk about Lady Vesemir's admissions standards.

Even if it is magic talent, not everyone has it.

Among the tens of millions of humans in the Northern Continent, only a few hundred people have magical talents.

How is it possible that you could just buy a random kid and have such a rare talent?

Mary feels that Ailin is dreaming.

Even Vesemir, who was leading the way, turned his head when he heard this.

Although he also thought it was unlikely, and in such a short period of time, Ailin had no time to predict it.

But...

Ailin can even come up with alchemy formulas while riding a horse...

What if?

Mary wanted to retort, but he noticed Little Monster's gaze hidden by his hair.

After thinking about it, it seems that the limb deformity may indeed be caused by Chaos Magic.

And no matter how likely it is, it is not convenient to say it in front of Little Monster at this time, so he said:

"Uh... I don't know how to detect talent magic, but Lady Vesemir must know it. You can wait until you return to Kaer Morhen before testing..."

Seeing Ailin nodding, and Little Monster looking expectantly...

Mary couldn't bear the loss and sadness because their talent was not detected afterwards, so he took a precaution in advance:

"There is only one person with magical talent, so don't have high hopes."

"I know." Ailin nodded.

But the smile on their faces did not fade at all, which made Vesemir and Mary feel a little confused.

Is he really that sure?

But before they could ask, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from ahead and interrupted them.

Not long after.

"Da da da~"

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer.

There were about a hundred heavily armored cavalry approaching them.

The Ard national flag with red and yellow arrows on a black background roared loudly and floated at the head of the team.

It is followed by the same red and yellow arrow on a black background, but with a crown and lance flag embossed in gold thread.

"It's the King's Knights of Ard, let's get out of the way."

Vesemir explained in a low voice, then pulled the reins and led the horse to the side of the road.

Avoid blocking the way of the Ard King's Knights.

but.

When the leading middle-aged knight passed by, he did not ignore the three people on the roadside and walked directly over.

He raised his right hand and shook it, and immediately there was a messenger beside him shouting with full strength:

"Wait——"

The two columns of cavalry stopped almost instantly.

The middle-aged knight squinted his eyes and carefully observed Vesemir, Ailin and Mary.

His eyes were especially fixed on Greater Griffin's head hanging on the side of Ailin's horse, and then moved to the double swords carried behind Vesemir and Ailin.

After a few seconds.

As soon as he pulled the reins, the shiny black horse under him immediately walked slowly towards the three of them in tacit understanding.

"I am Terrick, the deputy leader of the Ard King's Knights..." The middle-aged knight paused, pointed his riding whip at Greater Griffin's head, and asked with a serious face:

"Witcher, is it the monster that attacked the caravan?"

Vesemir nodded, not caring about the knight's somewhat rude tone.

In the past few years, the two countries surrounding Ban Ade Academy have been deeply affected by the attitudes of wizards, and their acceptance of witchers has been declining.

There are also some rumors about demon hunters, and they are most widely spread in these two countries.

So Vesemir is used to it.

"This is Greater Griffin, the one who attacked the caravan on the road."

"Greater Griffin!"

The knight had obviously heard of this kind of monster, and looked at the monster's head next to Ailin's saddle with a somewhat suspicious tone.

"Is this Greater Griffin?"

"I heard that Greater Griffin's head is much larger than that of an ordinary griffon. How could it be so small?"

Hearing that some people doubted Ailin's victory after going through a life and death crisis, before Vesemir had time to speak, Mary pulled the reins and pushed out.

"It's a reduction technique..." Mary explained angrily from the side, "I used a reduction technique on Greater Griffin's head..."

"This spell can reduce the target object to one-third of its original volume..."

Terrick saw that the person speaking was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. After being stunned for a second, he interrupted:

"You are?"

"I am Lady Vesemir's apprentice, Sorceress Margarita·Lux Antille." Mary replied unceremoniously.

Lady Vesemir...

Terrick was a little confused for a moment.

"Some people call Lady Vesemir Bloody Red Fox..."

Vesemir reminded him from the side.

moment.

Terrick's face changed.

Unlike School of the Wolf, the demon hunter who has always adhered to neutrality, Bloody Red Fox was a major contributor to mankind in the second all-out conflict with the elves.

Countless elves died under her spell.

The blood flow was enough to form a river.

The middle-aged knight grew up listening to her stories.

Of course, more importantly, her alchemy skills are superb, and she is especially good at life-extending potions, so she knows Northern Kingdoms a lot of big shots.

In addition, his methods are weird and bloody, he is moody, and he is particularly vindictive.

If we were to rank the person Northern Continent should not offend the most, Vesemir would definitely be at the top of the list.

therefore.

Terrick immediately straightened his body, sat up straight on the horse, and then said:

"Sorry, dear Ms. Margarita, I was rude."

In response to this, Mary snorted and asked:

"Do you still need me to unlock the spell to show you the true face of Greater Griffin?"

"No, no, no..." Terrick waved his hands repeatedly.

He also did not doubt the identity of Mary.

After all, whether it is hunting griffins or Greater Griffin, people with such strength must have a name.

The more powerful a person is, the less he dares to pretend to be Crimson Fox.

"In that case, please follow me into the city. His Majesty the King will be happy to see you."

Terrick bent slightly to invite, and the cold and hostile look on his face suddenly disappeared.

Even when facing Vesemir and Ailin, he had a stiff smile on his face.

Lady Vesemir's name is so useful?

Ailin looked at Mary in surprise.

Mary raised her head proudly, thinking that Ailin was thanking her for protecting their trophies and reputation.

After Vesemir nodded to the middle-aged knight, he motioned for Ailin and Mary to follow him.

After walking into the cavalry team, Terrick whispered a few instructions in the adjutant's ear.

However, they were all heard by Vesemir and Ailin who had extraordinary perception.

"You lead a team of people to look for the monster's body in front..."

"Whether you find it or not, come back to the royal city and let me know."

It's obvious.

The middle-aged knight did not completely believe Mary's words. It was only out of respect or fear for Lady Vesemir that he did not let Mary restore Greater Griffin's head to its original shape.

However, neither of the two demon hunters showed any signs of it, pretending not to hear it.

After all, it is normal to be careful when doing things for the king.

Say it again.

They didn't lie. Greater Griffin's body was still lying in its original place.

then.

They followed Terrick and observed the overall appearance of the Ard Royal Knights as if nothing had happened.

"Da da da~"

An adjutant led four knights and galloped away towards the road Ailin came from.

The other one, under the instruction of Terrick, issued an order to turn the team around and head towards Vengerberg.

"How rude."

After Terrick arranged the team, the display suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned to look at Vesemir:

"Except for Ms. Margarita's name, I don't know the names of the two demon hunters."

"School of the Wolf, Vesemir."

"School of the Wolf, Ailin."

The two demon hunters announced their names one after another.

"Vesemir?" Terrick said in surprise, "If I remember correctly, you should be the youngest Witcher Master from School of the Wolf, right?"

"I once heard my father tell your story..."

"No wonder... no wonder you can kill Greater Griffin..."

The youngest Witcher Master?

Vesemir smiled bitterly upon hearing this, shook his head and said:

"The youngest Witcher Master is not me now..."

"The person who killed Greater Griffin was not me..."

Terrick saw Vesemir looking at the demon hunter apprentice who was at most sixteen years old and was stunned for a moment. Before he had time to react, he saw him pat Ailin with a childish face and said:

"Ailin..."

"He is the youngest School of the Wolf Witcher Master, presumably... the youngest in history, and..."

"Ailin was also the demon hunter who killed Greater Griffin..."

"Ah?" Terrick was stunned for a moment.

"Ailin is the youngest Witcher Master, and the demon hunter who killed Greater Griffin!" Vesemir thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again with a proud expression.

Seeing Terrick's shocked expression, Ailin felt secretly happy and waved his hands modestly:

"Greater Griffin was not killed by me alone."

"Without the help of Ms. Vesemir and Mary...Margarita, I may not be able to deal with it on my own..."

Not necessarily...

In other words... it was really this person named Ailin who killed Greater Griffin...

And he didn't deny the first half of Vesemir's sentence.

Terrick looked at Ailin's childish face, and his mind was still confused.

The majestic Cliff is on top!

What Vesemir said is actually true!

This young demon hunter who looks no older than his daughter turns out to be Witcher Master.

Terrick looked at Ailin's blue and warm Cat Eyes with a dull expression. His throat tightened in surprise and he instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Etc!

Terrick suddenly remembered something and glanced at Vesemir again.

blue eyes...

Vesemir...

It's School of the Wolf again...

"You are Blue Death, the one who killed six large monsters in Ben Ad on that day Black Sun Curse!"

Terrick couldn't help but shouted in surprise.

Has the news of Apprentice Combat Tournament reached Ard?

Ailin was a little surprised.

But thinking about so many wizards and apprentices who left early at that time, I understood.

They were probably the ones who spread the news.

But...

Blue Death?

What kind of lame title is this for a kid?

"I don't know what Blue Death is," Ailin shook his head, "But on Apprentice Combat Tournament day, I was the one who killed six large monsters..."

"But the last four actually lost their combat effectiveness when they were in the hands of Grand Master School of the Wolf Soyer. I'm just finishing them off..."

So Blue Death is really him.

Terrick glanced at Ailin's eyes again.

It feels different.

There seems to be a sea hidden in the calm blue Cat Eyes. Just the sound of wind can set off huge waves of destruction.

Without the team coming back to report, he believed that the ferocious eagle head hanging on the black mare was the head of Greater Griffin.

suddenly.

He thought of a more important question.

"Is Kedwen's "The Glutton" really dead?" Terrick asked.

Ailin was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After looking at Vesemir, he nodded seriously:

"Dead."

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Vengerberg.

Like all big cities in the Northern Continent, the city gates and walls are majestic and solemn, and the fierce guards are armed with sharp blades...

Of course.

The most similar place is the crowd at the city gate.

Even compared to Ban Ad, as one of the richest metropolises in Northern Kingdoms, Vengerberg has a much larger population.

It can be said that there is a rush of people.

However, with the Royal Knights leading the way, it was naturally impossible for them to line up behind civilians and traders to enter the city like Hitomi did in Ban Ard.

After riding a horse and passing several sacks filled with the fragrance of grain, Ailin, Vesemir and Mary entered the city gate one after another.

But what makes Ailin a little strange is that since he answered Terrick's question about the death of King Kedwen.

Vesemir kept frowning slightly along the way, as if he had encountered something that troubled him.

Only when Royce - Child of Destiny of Ailin - is about to wake up, will he be given another Axii.

And after entering the city gate, his eyebrows even knitted into a small ball.

"What's wrong, Master Vesemir?" Ailin's mouth moved imperceptibly, "Is there something wrong?"

Hearing Ailin's voice, Vesemir glanced at Terrick who was walking in front and was arranging tasks for his subordinates, and said softly:

"Wait until the hotel tells you..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he added:

"Ard..."

"There's a problem!"