Merman Pearl Evolution

Mary naturally didn't object, her two big, watery eyes filled with tears of joy at having found a savior.

Ailin didn't have that much confidence in himself.

However, this matter had little to do with Mary, and besides, he really didn't think Lady Vesemir was that petty.

Go up the tower, to the Alchemy Room on the third floor, and knock on the door.

No one responded for a long time.

"Are you looking for me?"

A cold female voice suddenly came from behind.

This startled Ailin.

Although puzzled, there was only so much space on the south side of the tower, so where had Vesemir gone?

However, Mary's situation, which has been terrified and made her cry, is more urgent right now.

After organizing his thoughts, Ailin whispered:

"I've come to apologize to you..."

The Sorceress stared at him expressionlessly, which put a lot of pressure on Ailin.

He swallowed hard and continued:

"The witcher apprentice at the city gate tower is a bit too outspoken..."

"Do you also think I'm old?" Vesemir suddenly interrupted.

Ailin was taken aback.

Women's focus is always different from men's.

He felt offended by the word "evil old witch," which he considered extremely offensive to her personality and profession.

Unexpectedly, Vesemir was fixated on the word "old".

But is Vesemir old?

The Witcher took a closer look.

Sorceress are always beautiful.

They used magic and potions to freeze time at a woman's most beautiful moment.

They are even more beautiful than they should be due to certain decorative spells.

Therefore, Sorceress are always seen as young and beautiful.

So what is there to talk about aging?

But from an age perspective, what standards are used to judge aging?

As humans, the average lifespan of an adult in this world is probably less than fifty.

But judging from the lifespan of wizards, the first male wizards, Hen Gedimidis, are still alive and well, sitting steadily in the Dean's office of Ben Ade.

I wonder how many vice presidents have died from exhaustion.

certainly.

These are merely the inexplicable dialectical thoughts that arise in the Witcher's mind, proving the remnants of his previous life's science and engineering degree.

Ailin, whose emotional intelligence isn't high but not ridiculously low either, certainly knew what to say at this moment.

But just as he was about to offer some words of praise, Vesemir suddenly sighed:

"I'm getting old..."

The Witcher was taken aback.

Vesemir walked to the open window in the spiral corridor.

The sun is setting in the west, and dusk is falling.

"Ianna is the child I raised," she said softly, gazing at the blood-red sunset outside the window. "She was only four or five years old when I adopted her."

"I was lively and active from a young age, and I was always mischievous. I made a mess of the Sorcerer's Tower where I was at the time, and I even drove away many of the etiquette teachers that I had specially hired."

"As he got older, he became even more extreme, spending all his time following the country boys to horse races, and he had to go to every horse race near Aretuza to join in the fun."

"Of course..." Vesemir paused, "She is very talented and has achieved very good results."

"Because she had no magical talent, she was destined not to be able to make a living through magic like us Sorceress. At that time, the only way for her was to marry into a good family."

"So one time I was so angry that I criticized her for being 'not ladylike enough, how will she ever get married?' But I didn't expect her to talk back to me and say, 'Fine, I won't get married then. I'll just live off horse racing prize money for the rest of my life.'"

The witcher stood to the side of the Sorceress.

He watched as the brilliant golden light of the setting sun cast a maternal glow upon Vesemir's softly defined features.

Vesemir really likes Ianna...

Ailin thought to himself.

However, it was unexpected that the High Priest of the Temple of Melitele had such a past experience in his childhood.

Isn't this just a rebellious young delinquent?

I don't know how she later became a priestess at the Temple of Melitele.

"But..." Vesemir turned to look at Ailin, "Although Ianna did not marry, she has never participated in a horse race since I sent her to the Temple of Melitele due to a certain opportunity."

"Now, she's too old to ride a horse..."

"She's getting old and dying..."

Ailin remained silent.

He didn't know what to say at that moment.

Perhaps Vesemir doesn't need him to speak; he's just an empty, sheltering place where one can temporarily block out all worries.

After speaking.

For some reason, Vesemir remained silent for a long time and stared at him for a long time, so long that he thought time had frozen.

"Ailin ..." Vesemir suddenly called out.

The Witcher paused, then said, "I'm here. What's wrong, Lady Vesemir?"

"I really want you to grow up quickly, but I also hope you stay the way you are now..." Vesemir said absentmindedly.

The Sorceress's words sounded a bit strange, and Ailin chuckled dryly, saying:

"Lady Vesemir, witchers also have very long lifespans."

"Besides, if I don't grow faster, how will you recoup your investment?"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir smiled absentmindedly, "Yes, I still need to recoup my investment..."

The smile, set against the backdrop of the crimson clouds burning outside the window, was breathtakingly beautiful.

With looks like this, who would dare say she's old?

Coming to her senses, Vesemir seemed to remember something, her smile suddenly vanishing as she reached out and ruffled the Witcher's hair with a disappointed expression. "So you'd better grow up quickly..."

"... The sooner the better..."

She paused, then continued:

"I'm getting old, and there's not much I can do anymore..."

Without waiting for Ailin to retort with "Vesemir old or not?", she waved her hand and joked:

"Go back and rest. Half a year has passed. I also need to go back and think about how to recoup my investment."

Then.

The Sorceress snapped her fingers, opened the door, and entered the Alchemy Room.

"Bang!"

The door closed.

"What happened?" The Witcher scratched his head, staring at the intricate patterns on the Alchemy Room door.

For a moment, I couldn't understand why the Sorceress had suddenly become so sentimental.

When I got to the door of his "large apartment", I was about to open the door.

The Witcher suddenly realized he had forgotten something very important.

He sought out the Sorceress to plead for Mary, but he had barely begun, just as he was about to take responsibility for the witcher apprentice's loose tongue on the city wall, when he was interrupted by Lady Vesemir's poignant remarks.

Now... it doesn't seem appropriate to pry open the Alchemy Room door anymore, does it?

The Witcher suddenly felt a sharp pain in his teeth.

"Lady Vesemir is currently lamenting her aging, and since she can tolerate Ianna, whom she describes as mischievous and rebellious since childhood, she probably won't blame Mary for this."

"Should be... right?"

I convinced myself, albeit with some uncertainty.

The Witcher stopped thinking about the irreversible situation and silently prayed for Mary.

He picked up the key from the doormat, ready to open the door.

While thinking about what methods could be used to clean the house as quickly as possible.

He hasn't been back for so long, even if he closed the balcony door before leaving, the house must be covered in dust.

But unexpectedly, just as he found the key and was about to open the door...

The door lock had already been opened.

"Um?"

Has anyone been here?

"Squeak~"

The moment the door was pushed open.

The room was spotless, and wisps of steam rose from the center, which was hidden by a wooden screen.

Take a gentle breath.

The delicate fragrance of Orange Cardamom lingers in the air, soothing and comforting.

After a moment of silence, someone let out a soft sigh.

"Isn't this enough?"

Nothing was said that night.

Ailin, who was unusually lazy, took a nice hot bath but didn't go to the castle hall for a meal.

He simply chewed on the dried meat and rations he carried with him to get by, and then went to bed to rest.

On his first night back in Kaer Morhen, the Witcher did not meditate and fell asleep naturally.

The next morning.

Ailin awoke from the soft bed and saw the sky as soon as she opened her eyes.

A clear, deep blue sky.

"Um?"

"Sky?"

Sensing something was wrong, the Witcher suddenly rolled over, jumped up, and instinctively reached out to shake Elsa's hand.

But I grasped nothing.

Looking down, she was still wearing the silk nightgown she had changed into last night.

"Damn it! I took off my leather armor and weapons before going to bed..." the Witcher cursed inwardly, "And..."

"What kind of hellhole is this?"

"And how did I get here?"

How could anyone have moved him from Kaer Morhen to this unknown place so quietly?

Let's not talk about Vesemir, she's downstairs.

Although he removed his longsword and leather armor last night, he still wore the Wolf Emblem.

How could it be moved without even a hint of reaction?

He looked around warily.

Blue sky, warm sunshine, green grass, flowers, and flowing streams...

Gradually, the Witcher felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and warmth around him, as if...

He can control everything in front of him.

in addition.

After calming down, he also discovered that although the ground looked like hard soil, it was surprisingly soft to step on, almost like his soft bed.

No!

This must be his bed!

Realizing this, the Witcher suddenly understood something, and after observing the surrounding environment, he was overjoyed.

He quickly closed his eyes.

Really!

In his mind, apart from the Wolf Emblem link remaining unchanged, the extremely thin, spider-like link to the mirage pearl was now constantly fluctuating from one side of the mirage pearl toward his mind, rapidly filling the white light thread and making it thicker and stronger.

When the Witcher's mind was "watching" over it, a cheerful vibration was transmitted.

More than a month later, the Mirage Pearl is finally almost finished absorbing the "Dead Merman Pearl".

No wonder the Wolf Emblem didn't issue a warning.

Although he didn't control it, the illusion created by the mirage pearl was essentially no different from the hand seals he used.

How could the Wolf Emblem possibly remind him of his own "behavior"?

"Was that realistic scene outside just an illusion unintentionally woven by the Mirage Pearl?" While waiting for the Mirage Pearl to evolve, the Demon Hunter opened his eyes and looked in amazement at the lifelike illusion before him.

No wonder it felt familiar.

Apart from the lack of houses, isn't this blue sky, warm sunshine, green grass, flowers, and flowing stream just like the scene outside the Hundred Fruit Garden?

In other words, it's the scene of the Hundred Fruit Garden beneath Viscount Hudson's abandoned castle.

"Tsk tsk, so realistic, the Mirage Pearl has truly undergone a super evolution this time." The Witcher exclaimed in admiration.

Although he vaguely felt that he could control the illusion in front of him, Ailin thought about it and decided not to touch it in order to avoid affecting the upgrade of the Mirage Pearl.

Instead, relying on their memory of the spatial arrangement, they stepped off the soft "soil" and began to explore the familiar yet unfamiliar "Hundred Fruit Garden".

The mirage bead hangs around his neck, so the scene is definitely centered around the witcher.

However, as he walked, the sensation under his feet was as if a carpet completely enveloped his feet.

But the orientation within the illusion is indeed moving.

What's even more remarkable is that when he got out of bed, he found that the ground in the illusion before him had also sloped down.

It feels perfectly natural.

The room on the top floor of the south tower is not small.

But before the mirage pearl was fully upgraded, this almost tangible illusion enveloped the entire room.

Before absorbing the "Dead Merman Pearl," Ailin could only manipulate the mirage pearl to hide himself at night, a very limited range.

Overall, the test results were satisfactory.

Both the visual details and the range of illusions have been greatly improved.

Of course, there are still some shortcomings.

I had just woken up from sleep and couldn't tell at first, but so far the illusion of the mirage pearl is only visual in one dimension.

Touch, hearing, smell, and taste are all unresponsive.

Not to mention the unique supernatural abilities in Viscount Hudson's abandoned cave, where touch, hearing, and smell can completely deceive, and even simulate the movements and speech of living people, causing people to lose their sense of direction.

However, Ailin was satisfied.

Having obtained the Mirage Pearl for only half a year, the upgrade speed is already this exaggerated. What more could you ask for?

not to mention.

The fact that the Dead Merman Pearl could have such a powerful effect is not only due to its own strength, but also inseparable from Sadia's arrangement and control in the cave.

Perhaps some ritual formations are involved.

After all, although Sadia's spellcasting ability was crippled by Vesemir, her knowledge as Long-lived race elven mage was not forgotten.

The Witcher's thoughts wandered for a moment as he thought of Sadia.

"I wonder when the aid sent by Ian Siddi will arrive?"

Although their original nemesis Haxor, is dead.

However, the animosity between the sorcerers and the nobles will certainly not disappear, and the defense of Kaer Morhen may ultimately be inevitable, though there may be differences in intensity and duration.

Therefore, the alliance with Ian Siddi remains very valuable.

Moreover, given that they share the same origins as Ain El, Ailin didn't believe that they couldn't pry out useful information about the Wild Hunt from those Long-ears.

"I just need some methods..." he thought to himself.

"Chirp~"

A clear bird song suddenly rang in his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

at the same time.

The illusion before my eyes vanished abruptly, and the surrounding illusion returned to its original state.

A mirage bead emitting a variegated white light rose from his chest and intimately rubbed against the witcher's cheek, its texture as smooth and delicate as some kind of jade sphere.

"Chirp chirp chirp~"

The newly awakened mirage pearl was a bit clingy, constantly chattering in my mind, conveying its longing, like a dog that hadn't seen its owner in a long time.

In addition, the mirage beads on her cheeks kept rubbing against each other.

This feeling becomes even more pronounced.

"Alright, alright, I miss you too." Ailin patted the mirage pearl with her right hand.

It's not just an illusion; after absorbing the "Dead Merman Pearl," one's intelligence is also greatly enhanced.

For example, a child who is one year old grows to be four or five years old.

"Knock knock knock~"

Just as Ailin was about to conduct further tests, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Are you up, Ailin?"

"The chief is looking for you..."