Surprise

For breakfast, fresh hot milk, hard-boiled eggs and fluffy croissants with raspberry jam.

Simple, yet incredibly satisfying.

Okay, actually this kind of breakfast is not that simple.

At least in this world of poor supplies, most people only eat two meals a day.

A group of eight people, Ailin, Vesemir, Vesemir, Mary, Yennefer, Ianna and Lyra, gathered around a long table and ate to their heart's content.

What made them even more satisfied was the news that Ailin had successfully removed the curse.

"Next, don't you plan to visit the royal capital of Temeria? Vizima is only a day's journey away from Arland."

Ianna put down the plate, took out the silk cloth and wiped his mouth.

Vesemir glanced at Vesemir and saw that she had no intention of talking, so he took the initiative and said, "No, Kaer Morhen still has a lot of things waiting for us."

Then after a pause, he said with sincere gratitude:

"Thank you so much to High Priest and Temple of Melitele for their help."

"School of the Wolf will remember this kindness."

Although so many things happened in the middle, whether it was Great Old One's Curse from Ailin or collecting Wild Hunt's files, Temple of Melitele was very convenient.

Even if there is a relationship between Lady Vesemir, it is very rare.

In this era that is becoming increasingly unfriendly to witchers, a little kindness is like a candle that lights up the darkness, preventing witchers who are determined to pursue the path of glory from being lost in indifference, discrimination and betrayal.

What's more, Temple of Melitele is so helpful.

"I'm sorry..." Ianna waved his hand with a smile and looked at Ailin, "If it weren't for 'Sir' Ailin, Arland would have suffered greater damage this time, and the temple would have suffered heavy losses."

"We should be grateful to School of the Wolf."

"Ianna High Priest, just call me Ailin." Ailin corrected helplessly.

Ianna still likes to tease people so much. He deliberately paused and emphasized on "Jazz", which felt like he was teasing a child.

"Okay, okay~" Ianna smiled cheerfully, "Then you also have to call me Ianna, so that we can be even."

This tone is still teasing a child...

Ailin shook his head and did not reply.

Ianna didn't care about this either, she looked at Vesemir again:

"Please consider Mason's suggestion. With the support of Temple of Melitele and Temeria's royal family, School of the Wolf can avoid a lot of trouble after moving here."

Witcher Master After being silent for two seconds, he solemnly said:

"I will express the goodwill of Temple of Melitele and Duke Mason to Grandmaster Soyer, but..."

"After all, the relocation of a school of thought is a major event, and I'm afraid it won't be decided in a short time."

"I know..." Ianna nodded slightly, "But it's better to decide as soon as possible. As far as I know, Kedwen has been very chaotic recently, and there seems to be some bad signs towards the demon hunters."

Vesemir immediately sat upright after hearing this and asked with a serious face, "Can you tell me in detail?"

After arriving at Arland, he stayed in the temple looking for news about Wild Hunt, but the information was blocked.

Nothing is known about what happened to the Northern Continent.

Ianna lowered his head and pondered, organized his words and said:

"This was mentioned by Mason when I was chatting with him some time ago."

"After the tragic death of Kedwen's predecessor, there have been two theories about the cause of his death..."

"First, Ben Ad conspired to assassinate their king. However, due to the unclear motive and the influence of wizards in Kedwen, even though the new king seemed dissatisfied with this, he was suppressed by the noble council of Kedwen."

"After the news of Ard's raid on Ben Green came out some time ago, this speculation almost completely disappeared."

"Another theory is that the demon hunter School of the Cat accepted the commission and assassinated Haxor."

"What does this have to do with School of the Wolf?" Vesemir looked at Ianna in confusion upon hearing this.

Ianna glanced at Vesemir sympathetically and shook his head:

"Originally, it didn't matter, but the... um... certain slanderous rumors about demon hunters seem to have been adapted in Kedwen and spread on a large scale."

"Kedwen people's hatred for School of the Cat is gradually spreading to the entire demon hunter group."

Hear this.

Vesemir and Ailin looked at each other and frowned.

"This is not a good sign, so you should make it clear to Grandmaster Soyer and make a decision as soon as possible." Ianna reminded seriously.

"Living next to Temple of Melitele isn't a bad thing, is it?"

"And Duke Mason needs you very much now. The sooner you arrive, the greater the support we will receive."

"If you hesitate for too long, not only will the preferential treatment be weakened, but many things may happen unexpectedly."

"We are not young anymore."

Vesemir looked solemn.

He could tell there was something in Ianna's words.

Duke Mason is the leader in the migration of School of the Wolf, but judging from Ianna's tone, it seems that the heir of Duke Mason and Duke Mason have different views on the migration of School of the Wolf.

There was silence for a long time.

Vesemir stood up and solemnly expressed his gratitude:

"I will make it clear to Grandmaster Soyer, thank you, Ianna High Priest."

Whether School of the Wolf moves to Arland and lives next to Temple of Melitele actually has little to do with Ianna or even Temple of Melitele.

It may even do more harm than good.

The advantage is that the temple and Arland can be protected by the demon hunters, but if there is danger, it would not be Temple of Melitele's turn to fight. They are protected by Arland city.

But the disadvantages are obvious.

Ianna is so active in asking School of the Wolf to move here. Once it happens, School of the Wolf's enemies will definitely be offended.

It may even offend the next Duke of Arland.

School of the Wolf owes this favor very much.

"I'm not doing it for you School of the Wolf," Ianna waved his hand and looked at Ailin, "Ailin I like this kid very much. If you can move here, I can visit him often and see him."

"But Kaer Morhen is really too far away..."

Vesemir was startled when he heard this. He looked at Ianna and found that she was serious. He couldn't help but subconsciously look at Ailin.

Ailin Why is it so popular everywhere?

In Kaer Morhen, he was accepted as an apprentice by the legendary Vesemir...

To Arland, he can also be liked by Temple of Melitele's High Priest?

Is it possible that Ailin still has Night Demon blood? Specially attracting older... er... mature women who have high positions, power and lots of money?

"What's wrong?"

Ailin, who was stared at by Vesemir, touched the corners of his mouth uncomfortably, thinking that the milk stains had not been wiped clean.

"Nothing." Vesemir looked away.

Ailin wiped his mouth again strangely, and then looked at Ianna:

"Mother Ianna, no matter whether School of the Wolf moves to Arland in the future, I will come over to see you every year when I go down the mountain."

Ianna Hearing this, his eyes suddenly narrowed with laughter.

Every texture on the face has been carved with a kind flavor by time.

But the next second.

She suddenly straightened her face again and said seriously:

"What did you call me?"

Ailin was startled when he saw this. Although he didn't understand why High Priest was struggling with this title, he still corrected him helplessly:

"I know, Ianna."

"Very well, good boy."

At the long table, everyone chatted for a while, then cleared away the plates, put them away, and left the temple's large dining room.

After Ailin, Vesemir, Vesemir and Mary took the horses out of the stable, it was time to leave.

"Crack!"

An orange portal appeared in the open grassland.

Just as Ailin and his group were about to enter the portal, Lyra, who came to see them off, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly ran out and stopped them in front of them.

"Wait!" she yelled.

Everyone paused and looked at her doubtfully.

"What's wrong?" Ailin asked.

Being watched by everyone, especially Vesemir, who was watched "coldly" by Lyra nervously grabbed the hem of her skirt:

"While changing the dressing for an injured Guard Knight yesterday afternoon, I heard him talking to his colleagues who came to visit that he wanted to give you... you a surprise today..."

"So can you wait until you leave Arland and then teleport away?"

Surprise?

Ailin was stunned for a moment.

He could tell that Lyra was talking to him.

So, Ailin turned his head and glanced at Vesemir.

"Pa~"

Another snap of fingers.

"Then wait until you leave Arland before teleporting." Vesemir said.

"Thank you Lady Vesemir!" Lyra thanked him repeatedly.

After leaving the temple, everyone got on their horses.

Yennefer was naturally pulled into the saddle by Mary. Lyra's eyes wandered between Vesemir and Ailin for a few times. After hesitating for a second, he walked to the mare Carrot.

"Ailin, can you take me with you?"

The words fell.

Immediately, the eyes of everyone, even Ianna standing at the door, inadvertently focused on Ailin.

Under the gaze of everyone, the demon hunter glanced at Mary carefully, but still could not bear to refuse the little priest on this occasion.

"Of course!"

Ailin He grabbed her boneless little hand with his right hand and exerted a little force, and the little priest sat down in front of the demon hunter lightly.

It was completely different from the smell of blood on the carriage yesterday.

A very light, vague fragrance of daisies floated faintly onto the demon hunter's face, causing him to move back slightly unnaturally.

"Thank you~" the little priest whispered after sitting firmly.

The bright sunshine shines through the slits in the dense branches and leaves, and the light spots reflect the white back of the neck.

The earlobes are also red.

Apparently.

He wasn't the only one with something unnatural about the horse.

The huge stone statue of Meritellie watched this somewhat charming scene silently but lovingly.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the temple was a little strange.

"Ahem~" Vesemir carefully glanced at Mary, who had his head lowered and couldn't see his face clearly, coughed twice and said, "Let's go out Arland early, so that we can go back Kaer Morhen early."

"There are still many things waiting for us to do."

"Aren't you going, Ianna?" Vesemir turned his head and looked at High Priest, who was waving goodbye.

"I can't stand it..." High Priest shook his head, "I'm old and can't stand the jolting of horses, and..."

She looked at Ailin who turned around kindly. "Didn't Ailin already said that he would visit me often? Isn't that right, Ailin?"

Ailin nodded vigorously. "I will come to see you often."

"What a good boy!"

Vesemir, who couldn't tell her age from her appearance, listened to the conversation between the two and stared blankly at the aging face she had raised for a long time.

She seemed to want to find the young figure who was sometimes naughty, sometimes crying, sometimes warm and sensible, and followed behind her...

But couldn't find it anywhere.

With the lifespan of an ordinary human being, the wrinkled old man in front of him is really going to die.

And because of some minor conflicts, I haven't seen her in nearly ten years.

Does she have another ten years?

Thinking of this, Sorceress suddenly felt empty in his heart and extremely panicked.

"I will come to see you often." Vesemir took a deep breath and said softly.

Ianna was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Sorceress's face that had not changed at all in hundreds of years, and then smiled heartily.

"I'll wait for you here."

"Always here."

"Da da da~"

Horse hooves trampled on the stone road.

His hands were wrapped around the fragrant body and he was pulling the reins.

The closer Arland got to the city gate, the more Ailin felt his heart beating.

He finally understood why in previous costume TV dramas, riding a horse together was always used to hint at the emotions between men and women.

It seemed that he was hugging the young priest stiffly.

But actually.

The faint fragrance of daisies lingered around him, and the horse swayed gently, but it seemed that he was tightly hugged by this unsettling woman's body fragrance.

"I have to say something..." Ailin thought to himself.

"Lyra..."

As soon as the demon hunter's words came out, he felt the girl in his arms tremble, and her soft hair dangled on the tip of his nose.

The fragrance of daisies is stronger.

Ailin quickly ran out of words to find something to say, "Do you know what surprises Guard Knight have prepared?"

"No... I don't know..." the voice of the girl in her arms was weak and trembling, "They didn't say anything yesterday, but they should be able to see it soon, right?"

Apparently.

This is nonsense.

But the question asked by Ailin was also nonsense, so he could only reply with "Oh" and end the conversation.

The awkward silence seemed to return to the horseback.

But the next second.

As if she suddenly remembered something, the girl took out a piece of letter paper from her chest and handed it to Ailin:

"My aunt found out that there are other nobles who may be hostile to School of the Wolf."

Under the keen Witcher Senses, the letter paper has a strong aroma.

The demon hunter paused with his outstretched fingers before taking the carefully folded Chiffon Paper.

After unfolding it, it turned out to be a personal name, and compared to the last time, there were a few lines of beautiful characters at the end.

Look closely at the past.

These are all possible disputes between these nobles and demon hunters, and they even describe their spheres of influence.

"Thank you." Ailin said softly.

"I hope I can help you." Lyra's voice was very low, and he only said a few words, and the white back of his neck became even more pink.

"It helped a lot." Ailin smiled and was about to say a few more words of thanks.

At this time.

Vesemir and Vesemir in front of them suddenly pulled the reins and stopped their horses.

"What's wrong?"

Ailin raised his head curiously and asked.

Wait for Vesemir and Vesemir to get out of the way:

"Perhaps you are the only one who can take this road next."