The School of the Wolf Is Finished!

"What?!!"

Aside from the young nobleman Naxi, who stared blankly at the newcomers, seemingly unaware of why the departure of the School of the Wolf would elicit such a strong reaction from everyone.

Raphael and Gile exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

"Your Excellency Senne, is the information reliable?" Duke Donato gripped his dark cane tightly.

The young and handsome wizard known as Senne nodded solemnly:

"I just received the news from Arland this morning. Last week, when Mason conferred a title upon a witcher, he invited the School of the Wolf to move to Arland."

"And what is the reaction of the School of the Wolf?" The elder nobleman Gile asked anxiously, his hands gripping the long table and his body leaning forward.

"It's not clear yet." Senne shook his head.

Raphael's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, but then, as if remembering something, it turned serious again. He looked at Duke Donato and continued:

"Although the School of the Wolf has not yet responded, the situation is not optimistic, given the ostracism that Witchers have faced in Kedwen in recent years."

"And we all know what just happened in Arland."

"Right now, they need witchers. Even though the School of the Wolf rejected them once, with each additional offer, it's hard for them not to be tempted."

Gile added, "Don't forget that the High Priest of Meritellie also showed unusual closeness to the Witcher."

After speaking.

Silence fell over the entire study.

Apart from the young nobleman Naxi, who was fiddling with the white silk scarf around his neck at a loss, everyone else looked solemn and pondered how to deal with the situation.

"The Wolf School... the School of the Wolf leaving, shouldn't that be a good thing?" Naxi turned to Raphael and whispered, "You... we secretly spread those slanderous rumors and writings, wasn't that to drive them away?"

"Count Nasi," Gile spoke first before Raphael could answer, his tone earnest and almost persuasive, "the School of the Wolf is not the School of the Cat. What good would it do us to drive away such witchers?"

Naxi was taken aback by these words, and looked at the sorcerer Senne, whose face was exquisitely handsome but who was perhaps even older than his deceased grandfather, and thought to himself:

"Isn't it because male wizards and witchers are inherently at odds, and witchers often steal business from male wizards?"

At that moment, Senne seemed to sense his gaze, or perhaps read his thoughts. He looked up and glanced at him with a hint of disdain in his eyes. Startled, Naxi remembered the rumors of wizards being able to read minds and quickly put on an apologetic smile.

But he found that Senne only glanced at him, said nothing, and did nothing, and continued to lower his head in thought.

This, on the contrary, made Naxi, who was ignored and thought he was the center of the group, feel somewhat embarrassed.

Fortunately, at that moment...

"We are united for the future of this country," Gile said solemnly. "In this era where monsters still roam freely, and have recently shown signs of resurgence in Ban Aard and Arland, the existence of witchers is necessary and indispensable to Kedwen."

Naxi was taken aback by these words: "Then why..."

"Because they are Witchers of the School of the Wolf, not our Witchers." Raphael frowned, interrupting Gile's long-winded explanation before he could speak.

"Alright, I don't have time to take care of the child right now. If you have any questions, you can give him a private lesson later." Senne waved his hand impatiently.

The white silk scarf was suddenly gripped tightly, and Naxi's face turned ugly.

Raphael patted him on the shoulder, and Gile gave him an apologetic look before continuing to think.

Silence fell again in the study.

Much later.

"The Migration School is no small matter. Even if Grandmaster Soyer prepares now, it will take at least two or three years..." Gile suddenly said.

"You can't think like that," Raphael shook his head. "A complete relocation might take two or three years, but once the decision is made, it will definitely be done in batches. By then, what we want might not be there anymore."

"Therefore..." he looked up at Duke Donato and said firmly, "We must act now!"

Duke Donato gripped his cane with a serious expression and looked at Gile.

Gile hesitated for a few seconds, but did not refute, nodding in agreement with Raphael's idea.

"But what should we do? Follow the original plan?" Raphael glanced at the wizard Senne, who had been deep in thought. "The School of the Wolf is not to be trifled with, especially after Haxor's plan failed..."

"I've heard the name of the Dragon Slayer since I was a child."

"Kaer Morhen is located in the rugged Blue Mountains, and its fortified city has high towers."

"Now Ard has captured the Ban Green Fortress on the south bank of the Pontar River, which has tied up a large number of our elite forces. We also need to maintain a considerable reserve force, so it will be difficult to squeeze out enough more troops..."

"Let's not accidentally get ourselves involved."

"Ban Green is not far from Ad Kalley."

Everyone fell silent for a moment after hearing this.

"Your Excellency Senne ..." the young nobleman Naxi suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention, "I heard that this war was started by Ban Ade to divert the new king's attention."

"Since Rado is already overwhelmed with his own problems, can we call a truce?"

"Hmph~" Senne chuckled. "Kid, what do you think war is? Is it some kind of wooden puppet you play with? You think you can just wave a white scarf and call it a day, and stop whenever you want?"

Child!!!

Upon hearing this, Naxi's face instantly turned red.

Her hands, which were clutching the white silk scarf at her chest, moved unnaturally down and up again, her hands clenched tightly together.

Raphael quickly tugged at Naxi's clothes, signaling him to shut up.

Gile also tried to smooth things over at this moment:

"What Count Nasi said isn't entirely unreasonable. Could the magical advisors of Vengerberg influence the logistics of Ard's army?"

Senne gave the indignant Naxi a cold look, but didn't press the matter further:

"There's no need to try to solve this from Ard."

"Haxor has done too much in the past, and Ard has gone mad from nobles to commoners."

"Let alone whether Fritz can affect logistics, I haven't received a carrier pigeon from Vengerberg for almost two months."

After speaking.

The study fell silent once again.

The death of Haxor had a huge impact.

It brought unprecedented possibilities, but also almost completely disrupted all their plans.

"What's that old codger, Henry Gedimidis, thinking now?" the old man asked, looking up as he sat back in his high-backed chair. "It's clearly a win-win situation for both sides..."

"No!"

"If it succeeds, Ban Ade and he himself will gain even more!"

"He's old." Senne shook his head. "Letting him stand by and not interfere is already the limit."

"Moreover, because of the disappearance of Thomas Moru and Macaque, the Dean is very angry, and our department has been targeted a lot recently."

"I only managed to leave this time under the pretext of finding a lead on Thomas Maul; I have to go soon..."

"Thomas Maul?" Raphael asked doubtfully. "Isn't he one of ours? Why does Lord Senne make it sound like we've already abandoned him?"

"He's just a useful mad dog," Senne scoffed. "Would you befriend a mad dog and discuss important matters with him?"

"Besides, if the Dean, with his Tracking, and even the fortune teller Shaquille couldn't find him, how could I possibly find him?"

After a pause, Senne's frivolous smile faded, and he said expressionlessly:

"We have to prepare for war, guard against the new king who's going crazy, and finally deal with the Dean's questioning and investigate the disappearances of Thomas Moru and Macaque..."

"If we follow the original plan, we won't be able to send many people here, not even one-fifth of the planned number."

One-fifth...

Raphael couldn't help but shake his head inwardly upon hearing this; the original plan only included a total of six male wizards.

"Based on this, a direct assault on Kaer Morhen as originally planned is definitely not going to work," Gile concluded, her voice hoarse.

"Think of something positive," Raphael suddenly smiled. "Being unable to launch a direct attack might actually be a good thing..."

"How so?" Gile asked curiously.

"Because of Vesemir and his apprentice, who's called Blue Death —I don't know what kind of weird name that is—the neutral nobles in the country will definitely improve their opinion of witchers after the disaster in Arland is exposed."

Raphael shrugged. "At least we don't have to climb Kaer Morhen like thieves, hiding and disguising ourselves, afraid of being branded as persecuting a demon-slaying hero, right?"

Gile was furious at the nonchalant tone and shouted, "Raphael, we're talking business!"

"Wasn't I talking about something important?"

"You!"

"Alright!" Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Duke Donato slammed his cane on the ground to stop them.

Raphael and Gile then regained their composure and sat down, still feeling indignant.

"So, there's nothing we can do."

This is a certainty, not a question.

Moreover, the wizard known as Senne, though expressionless, clearly conveyed dissatisfaction and anger in his tone.

In response to this.

Raphael and Gile are understandable, though.

Having traveled all this way only to get nothing in return, even the best-natured person would find it hard to remain calm.

Besides, Senne is known for his bad temper.

Raphael and Gile exchanged a quick glance.

"It's not that I can't do anything, it's just that I need to..."

Seeing that Senne's face was growing darker and darker, and that the silk curtains behind him were moving without any wind, Raphael decisively shut up.

Even after the study became quiet, the curtains, which were moving without any wind, still continued to move.

Gradually, even the candle flame inside the crystal dome began to flicker violently and erratically.

The shadows on the surrounding walls were menacing and seemed ready to devour anyone who might approach.

Naxi stared wide-eyed in terror, clutching the white silk scarf as if it were a lifeline.

The suffocating pressure caused the faces of everyone at the long table to grow paler and their breathing to become rapid.

"There is a way."

A hoarse, aged sigh came from the head of the long table, and the suffocating pressure vanished instantly.

"What method?"

"The inability to launch a direct attack doesn't mean we can't weaken it." The old man sat high on his back, his hands resting on his dark cane. "Whether it's the School of the Wolf or the School of the Cat, a Witcher is a Witcher..."

"People who risk their lives for money are easy to deal with."

"How do we deal with it?" the wizard asked with great interest.

The old man was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and made the arrangements:

"Raphael!"

The middle-aged nobleman stood up.

"Over the next few days, organize the monsters that have appeared in several factions and select the most difficult ones..." the old man said slowly. "Hide intelligence and increase bounties. As for how to manage it, I believe you can do it well."

"Rest assured, Lord Donato," Raphael accepted the order.

"Is that alright, Senne Excellency?" The old man turned his head to look at the robed wizard.

"Good idea, no wonder you were once a cunning rat..." Senne laughed heartily.

"You..."

Upon hearing the term "male wizard, "Gile's face flushed with anger. She abruptly stood up, then slowly sat down under the unperturbed gaze of the old man, Gubo.

Senne didn't seem to mind the older nobleman's offense, and chuckled twice more.

"Since you've already come up with a solution, I won't bother you any longer."

"Thomas Morlu seems to have appeared in the capital of Ad Kale. I need to check."

"Do you need me to find someone to guide you?" the old man asked calmly.

"No need..." Senne raised an eyebrow. "I held Rado when Rado was little, so he probably won't refuse my visit."

"... aen'drean cáemm pont..."

A mysterious incantation rang out.

"Bang!"

The brutal orange portal tore through space once again.

The resulting howling winds seemed even stronger than the first time.

The golden candlesticks fixed to the ground closest to the portal bent, and the candlelight went out instantly.

The people at the long table, caught in the fierce wind, were forced to hold onto the large, heavy oak table for support.

for a long time.

The raging wind that arose from the void then disappeared.

The wizard Senne also disappeared from the study.

"Bang!"

The bent gold candlestick fell over and crashed to the ground.

The crystal lampshade shattered on the floor.

"These damned sorcerers, they deserve to be exterminated more than the witchers!" Gile stroked his gray beard and cursed.

"Aren't all wizards like this?" The middle-aged nobleman Raphael didn't seem to care much. "This isn't the first time he's shown such an arrogant attitude."

"Gile!" the old man suddenly said.

The older nobleman immediately stood up.

"Find an opportunity to let Rado know about the School of the Wolf. Our king cannot be kept in the dark." The Old Duke's aged hand stroked the smooth, shiny black tip of his cane.

"Yes, Lord Donato!" Gile accepted the order.

"Lord Donato, after finding a suitable monster, should we wait a while before making arrangements..." Raffi asked hesitantly.

"No need." The old man shook his head gently. "Since we've already done it, let's not leave any reason for people to talk about it. Besides, this matter is also very important to us."

"However, remember to have someone secretly keep track of how many witchers died and how many were injured or maimed as a result."

"If the results are good, the original plan may not necessarily have to be scrapped."

"Yes, Lord Donato," Raphael replied respectfully.

"And..." the old man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then added, "Don't limit yourself to Kedwen. It's difficult to contact Ard, but there's no war between Riedania, Temeria, and the Henfors Alliance."

Raphael nodded.

"Also, be more discreet."

"Lord Donato, please rest assured," Raphael nodded in response.

Seeing the serious expressions on the faces of the three people at the long table, the old man suddenly smiled gently:

"Don't worry too much, we are the masters of this world!"

The crowd's expressions softened slightly.

At this moment.

The young nobleman Naxi couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't Lord Donato's idea quite good?"

"I can hardly imagine how many of the Witchers from the School of the Wolf who venture out during the harsh winter will be able to return to Kaer Morhen..."

Why does everyone look so reluctant?

In response to this.

Donato remained silent.

After exchanging glances, Raphael and Gile simply shook their heads and sighed.

They didn't say a word.