Kaer Morhen Had Disappeared?

"This is one of the ancient Cliff honor rituals."

"Legend has it that Cambridge Ritual, held sincerely by the warriors, can make the soul of Shou Shi touch the Hall of Valor of Cliff..."

"Heroes who have gone through the glory ceremony will inevitably be selected by Cliff. Not only will their spirits be immortal after death, but they will also become the vanguard of the battle to end all things..."

"Of course, now this is just a legend related to gods."

Sala raised his eyebrows. "Just like May Festival reveled in the chosen king and queen."

"Their marriage will be blessed by Goddess Meritellie. Their children will be like a bumper harvest of wheat and their family will be full of children. Their future will be bright..."

"But in fact, marriage is ultimately a matter between two people and has nothing to do with gods."

"May King and the Queen have suffered a lot of misfortunes after their marriage, not to mention the descendants..."

"Sala, watch your language!" Arthur frowned and interrupted, "Don't make assumptions about gods!"

Sala shrugged and ignored the topic without comment.

Soul touches the Hall of Valor...

"So the man with blond hair and golden eyes is Cliff?" Ailin thought to himself.

This makes sense.

After all, the soldiers' prayers in the ceremony also started with "May Cliff..."

Moreover, the prototype of the original work Cliff is Odin in the previous life of Nordic mythology, but the author has not mentioned this god much, so he does not have a deep understanding of this religion.

Judging from the performance of Sala, the ordinary Cambridge Ritual should no longer see Cliff.

Thinking of what Meritellie said last night, Ailin couldn't help but have some doubts...

Is the sudden appearance of Cliff the same as Meritellie, because he weakened the White Frost on the barrier of the Kingdom of God because of his Conjunction of the Spheres in Ben Ad.

"I don't know if He came specifically for me, or if He just appeared to cater to Cambridge Ritual..." Ailin speculated.

But the battle to end everything...

Ailin vaguely feels that the former is more likely.

"Knight Ailin!"

"May King!"

"May King!"

"May King!"

The high-pitched cheers changed unknowingly. What was originally just a faint chant of "May King" by a few troublemakers has now taken over the mainstream.

It is not difficult to tell from the slightly frowned eyebrows of the old-fashioned Arthur and the rough smile on Sala's face.

This change was obviously not prepared in advance.

But now even people from Guard Knight and Monster Hunter Army have started shouting like this.

Apparently.

No matter what world we are in, people who are happy are the majority.

Or maybe they think the identity "May King" is more relatable?

"Let's go! Demon hunters, Ailin of Arland knights..." Sala laughed boldly.

"Leave amidst the cheers of everyone, don't look back, keep your head high and move forward..."

"This is also part of Cambridge Ritual."

Arthur also nodded solemnly and solemnly handed the flag with a black background and a ferocious wolf head to Ailin's hands:

"The heroic and glorious heroes always rush from one battlefield to another until they hear the horn of the Hall of Valor blowing and join the final battle of eternal glory..."

"I look forward to having the opportunity to fight under your banner in the future and go on the road to glory together!"

The witcher felt excited at their words.

After nodding vigorously, he looked back at the towering city gate, and then at the little priest who was surrounded by Guard Knights under the city gate and pushed to the front with a rosy face, but an unnatural smile on his lips.

He smiled and waved.

Then he glanced at the place where he had fought, and amid the roar of cheers and praises, he pulled the reins and galloped away in the direction away from Arland.

ahead.

Vesemir, Vesemir, Mary and Yennefer had already been waiting on horseback, looking at the witcher with a smile.

When Ailin accepted the magnificent Cambridge Ritual, they took the horse from the corner and left early and quietly.

When Ailin galloped closer, Vesemir, who was smiling warmly, opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

"Let's go!" Vesemir didn't see this scene at all. He crossed Vesemir with pride and shouted, "Follow our School of the Wolf hero and go home!"

About an hour later.

"Ugh~"

Vesemir was weakly holding on to a green larch tree, and his face was paler than Chiffon Paper.

"Master Vesemir, didn't you say before that you should rest for a while before transmitting..." Mary gently patted Witcher Master on the back and said reproachfully.

"I'm fine!" Vesemir waved his hand feebly to interrupt.

"Ugh~"

Another retching sound.

Witcher Master grasped the rough trunk of the larch tree with both hands.

He caught all the brown bark off the tree.

After passing through five portals in a row, Vesemir's body reaction was obviously more honest than his mouth.

And be honest, much more.

Mary glared at Ailin angrily.

Ailin sighed helplessly, this was really his fault.

As for why?

"There are still two portals away from Kaer Morhen. Do you want to take a break?" Vesemir asked calmly.

Everyone looked at Vesemir in silence.

Vesemir supported the tree trunk with his right hand and glanced around.

Under five consecutive portals.

Vesemir's face is delicate as usual.

After all, Bloody Red Fox is a veteran Sorceress who uses teleporters on a daily basis. This is normal.

Mary followed Vesemir around for many years, so he must have become accustomed to the portal.

Even Yennefer, with a rosy complexion and seemingly unaware, is understandable. After all, she is a magic genius that even Vesemir praised.

But...

But!!!

Vesemir glanced at a certain fourteen-year-old demon hunter.

But why does Ailin, who has been a demon hunter for less than a year and can't even defeat him without magic potions?

Why can't I even feel anything when I cross five portals?

Vesemir even remembers the frail face on Ailin's face that was whiter than snow when he was teleported back to Kaer Morhen's castle hall from the side of Killer Lake half a year ago.

But what now?

The condition of Ailin looks better than Mary.

No!

No one can compare to him, but how could he, a traveling mentor, be inferior to his apprentice in enduring the portal?

Vesemir suppressed the nausea in his stomach and said loudly:

"No... no need!"

"I'm... very... very good, keep teleporting!"

Yes.

This scene has been repeated five times.

But Ailin felt a little aggrieved under the glare of Mary.

Can you blame him for not being affected by the portal?

His thoughts turned to the translucent Witcher's Handbook.

[bite! The absorption of the fragments of the Gate of Ad Geis is completed!]

[Ding! Your Special Skill: Spatial Mastery LV5 has been upgraded to Spatial Mastery LV6]

[Ding! You have obtained the skill: Portal LV1]

Yes.

The fragments of the Gate of Ad Geis have already been completely absorbed.

However, it was not when Meritellie destroyed Great Old One's Curse from the Kingdom of God. Although the system prompt appeared at that time, it was only a stage reward for Adagath's Gate to absorb the fragments:

Spatial Mastery LV4 is upgraded to LV5.

The complete absorption occurs when passing through the second portal. The fragments of the Gate of Ad Ges are absorbed at a suddenly accelerated speed in the environment of the portal space.

In the end, not only was the special reward Spatial Mastery upgraded to one level, but he was also given a long-distance teleportation spell, but he hadn't had time to try it yet.

But then again.

Even the unimproved Spatial Mastery LV4 is enough for him to no longer be affected by the Demon Hunter's portal syndrome when passing through the portal.

On the contrary.

In the portal, he felt as comfortable as a fish in water.

So comparing Vesemir with him is destined to be meaningless.

Although the demon hunter did not mention his newly acquired spatial skills, he did give him some advice several times.

However, Witcher Master seems to be stubborn on a certain idea and is not willing to admit defeat at all.

Ailin It's not that he doesn't trust these people present.

After learning the Water Divination ritual and the Fire Divination ritual, he discovered that there are many such divination rituals in the world.

The more people know about his skill that is highly related to the Gate of Ad Gas and Conjunction of the Spheres, the higher the probability that the wizards and wizards who hate School of the Wolf and Wild Hunt will know about it.

Of course, if the time came to use it, he would definitely use it.

But for Vesemir's inexplicably toughened self-esteem, it seems... unnecessary to expose his spatial talent here.

What's more...

"Crack!"

A snap of the fingers.

Witcher Master's body trembled subconsciously, and he almost lost control of the tree trunk.

"Bang~"

A brand new portal appeared neatly on this barren mountain.

Vesemir, illuminated by the orange light of the portal, looked cold and ruthless.

I don't know how Witcher Master offended Sorceress. It seems that Lady Vesemir didn't give Vesemir a way to survive.

otherwise.

After a portal.

Lady Vesemir said she wanted to take a rest, but Vesemir still dared to order her to open the door?

He glanced at the girl who had been glaring at him, her mouth bulging with anger.

But Mary didn't seem to feel Vesemir's targeting, everything seemed to be Ailin's fault.

I don't know either...

Is this intentional or unintentional...

Sighing in his heart, Ailin didn't defend himself, and was about to speak again to persuade Witcher Master.

But I didn't expect to be noticed by Vesemir.

Witcher Master gritted his teeth and rushed into the portal without hesitation.

When Ailin saw this scene, they all recalled their time at Kaer Morhen, and felt a little churn in their stomachs.

"Hmph!"

Mary rarely wavered in front of him, took Yennefer's hand, snorted and walked into the portal.

"What a sin!"

The witcher sighed inwardly and shook his head.

Having even passed the penultimate portal, it was naturally impossible for Vesemir to stop in front of the last portal.

After all.

The extreme discomfort known as portal syndrome will only cause discomfort and will not cause any damage to the demon hunter's body.

In the end, Vesemir returned to Blue Mountain through the portal.

However, Vesemir still gave Witcher Master some face and did not teleport directly to the castle hall.

Instead, he opened the portal on a hill not far from Kaer Morhen, giving him enough time to adjust his condition.

The sky is blue and the clouds are light, and the mountains are towering.

As soon as he walked out of the portal, the witcher closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The nose is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, as well as the unique woody aroma of pine resin.

This was not a smell he was familiar with.

But no wonder.

When he traveled through time, Kaer Morhen had already entered late autumn.

It's freezing cold in the mountains, and most of the wildflowers on the roadside have withered.

Although the taste was wrong, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, the moment I stepped out of the portal.

Ailin The whole person suddenly relaxed a lot.

"We've arrived at our new home!" Mary lowered his head and rubbed Yennefer, who was wrapped in a black robe.

The little girl had just arrived in a strange environment and looked out from her robe timidly.

"It's so beautiful here!" she exclaimed.

Violet pupils sparkled in the sunlight.

The witcher opened his eyes upon hearing this.

The Blue Mountains in early summer are indeed beautiful.

Nearby are unnamed purple and red flowers, and the unnamed dandelions are also in bloom, with goose-yellow flowers blooming all over the hill.

A little further away are tall green trees.

The clear and light blue Gwenle River cuts through the connected trees and extends towards the mist-shrouded snow-topped mountains.

Like a fairyland.

"Dong dong dong~"

With slow and heavy footsteps, Vesemir walked out of the forest hidden by trees.

Black Wide-brimmed Hat covered his pale face and staggered.

The next second.

The witcher could feel a line of sight projected from Black Wide-brimmed Hat, looking at him.

"What a Little Monster..." Vesemir muttered and let out a sigh of relief.

In just half a year, Ailin seemed like a completely different person.

But thinking back on my experiences along the way...

Hudson's abandoned castle, School of the Cat's sneak attack, the death of King Ben Ad, Vengerberg's Greater Griffin, Gors Velen Wild Hunt attack, and Arland's demon siege...

Oh my gosh!

What he has experienced in the past six months is better than what he has experienced in the past ten years...

No!

More experience than he had in the past twenty years...

Witcher Master It's not like we have to deal with large monsters every year.

Tell the truth.

The most difficult commission he has experienced most of the time is to help nobles clean up their cellars and family graveyards.

Not to mention dealing with kings, monsters attacking cities, and even legendary natural disasters.

The most important thing is that he survived successfully.

Thinking about Vesemir, I feel a little dazed. The experience of the past six months is simply more legendary than the biographies of those ancient heroes.

"What a Little Monster!"

Vesemir ruffled Ailin's hair hard and sighed again in his heart.

"Let's go home."

"This time I must take a good rest for half a year. I won't go down the mountain no matter what anyone says..."

Hearing this, the demon hunter who was straightening his hair couldn't help but raise his head and felt that there were flags behind Vesemir.

The relocation of the school, the impact of the war between Kedwen and Ard, the hostility of the wizard Ben Ad, and even the Wild Hunt who flew to who knows where...

Vesemir Where did you get the confidence to say "take a break for the first half of the year"?

However, Witcher Master looked pale and exhausted, as if he had just fought with some kind of monster for One Thousand and One Nights.

Ailin did not correct it at this time.

After sighing in his heart, he followed everyone towards Ancient Sea Fortress.

The hill that was teleported was not far from the fortress, and it didn't take long to reach the place.

"Huh?" Vesemir, who was walking in front, suddenly made a sound of surprise.

"Is this... Kaer Morhen?"