Wolf School Master Set

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

Vesemir gave Mary a slight nod in greeting, then looked at Ailin.

Good news?

Bad news?

Ailin paused for a moment.

Although he saw the Witcher Master walking straight towards him, he knew that the Witcher Master must be looking for him.

However, apart from leaving twice when the cooldown period for the Conjunction of the Spheres ended, he has been in Kaer Morhen these past few days.

While busy training apprentices, he also pondered how to avoid the negative impact of the trial's mortality rate reaching zero.

What could possibly be related to him?

One good and one bad?

"News from the Wild Hunt?" Ailin's expression turned serious; this was the only possibility he could think of.

"It has nothing to do with the Wild Hunt ..." Vesemir shook his head slightly, no longer keeping him in suspense, "Horton Qui-Gon wrote that your armor has already been forged ahead of schedule."

"Armor?" Ailin was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

His Wolf School Master Set is complete!!!

Yes...

Horton had said it would only take two or three months to forge, but he didn't expect it to be done so quickly.

Last month, Ailin agreed to go down the mountain with the Monster Hunting Legion not only to train, kill monsters, and improve his strength, but also to retrieve the Wolf School Master Set from Fergen.

I never expected to receive this good news so soon, just a few days into June.

However, after the initial excitement, Ailin noticed the mocking, half-smiling expression on Vesemir's face and suddenly felt something was amiss.

Why did Horton Qui-Gon send the letter to the Ancient Sea Fortress?

When leaving Arland, Vesemir happened to be there, so they didn't waste time riding back on horseback, but went directly back to Kaer Morhen through the portal.

Not only did they not ride back as planned, they didn't even send a message to the dwarven blacksmith master of Fugean.

Horton shouldn't know Ailin's whereabouts.

and...

For Horton, it seems unnecessary to specifically notify him of this matter, right?

After a moment's thought, Ailin asked curiously, "How did Master Horton know we were in Kaer Morhen?"

"He doesn't know," Vesemir sighed, "That's another piece of bad news..."

"Fergen is surrounded by Kedwen's army."

"Horton's letter was actually a cry for help."

Clang~

Clang~

The training ground resounded with the clang of metal, the battle raging fiercely.

The railing on the outside side of the field fell silent.

for a long time.

Ailin frowned and asked:

How did Fugen get surrounded?

"Although there is a path that can be traveled there, the terrain is rugged and mountainous, making it impossible for the army to march."

"Shouldn't the usual battlefields of Kedwen and Ard be in Ban Green, a little west of the Pontar River, or even in the Pontal Valley where the three kingdoms meet?"

"It wasn't mentioned in the letter." Vesemir shook his head. "I suspect that even dwarves who only know how to swing a hammer and drink alcohol don't know."

As for the intelligence about the war outside of that letter, it goes without saying that Ailin knew that Vesemir was just as clueless as he was.

This is what the Ancient Sea Fortress, located deep in the Blue Mountains, looks like.

The School of the Wolf obtains information about the outside world only through the demon-hunting commissions brought by carrier pigeons, and through the stories and observations they hear along the way as demon hunters return home at the end of each year.

after all.

Witchers who adhere to neutrality do not need to know the dynamics of the Northern Continent in real time.

For them, the situation of war, aside from being a side dish to accompany their drinks, could only help the Witcher determine the route where Ghoul would gather.

These monsters, whose migration paths are clearly marked and attracted by the bloodshed and carrion of war, are the main source of commissions for ordinary witchers, aside from the resurrected water ghosts.

"Phew~"

Ailin sighed softly.

Let's leave aside the issues of information stagnation for now.

Given the distinct characteristics of the Witchers and the current number of members in the School of the Wolf, it won't be something that can be dealt with in a short time.

"What are Master Vesemir's plans?"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir scratched his head sheepishly, hesitated for two seconds, and whispered:

"Dwarves have always loved to boast and exaggerate."

"But if the situation hadn't been so critical, Horton certainly wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send a letter to Kaer Morhen when everyone knew that the Witchers had all come down from the mountain."

"Kedwen has always been hostile to non-human races. If they were to actually invade Fergen, Horton, a dwarf, would certainly not escape unscathed."

"Not to mention the Wolf School Master Set the school commissioned him to forge. The materials are rare and the forging requirements are extremely high. Once it is lost this time, it will be difficult to have another chance in a short period of time."

"Horton's relationship with the school of thought..."

"Master Vesemir, just state your opinion..." Ailin interrupted the Witcher Master, who was still elaborating on the importance of the dwarves, and said, "I also favor rescuing Horton ..."

That's the truth.

Moreover, the Metal Troll that came from the Conjunction of the Spheres actually found a silver mine with good reserves and quality this month.

The blacksmiths of Kaer Morhen are only amateurs; they can do mending and patching, but they can't bring out the value of good ore.

If we can rescue Horton, we might be able to recruit him to the Ancient Sea Fortress.

Moreover, a suit of armor from the School of the Wolf masters awaits him in Fujian.

Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief, then hesitated for a second, glancing at Mary, whose small ears were twitching as she watched the intense duel in the training ground, clearly eavesdropping. She then whispered apologetically to Ailin:

"Fergen is too far from Kaer Morhen, and too close to the battlefield."

"Could you please use the portal, Lady Vesemir, to teleport us all there?"

No wonder Vesemir looked so hesitant; he wanted to ask Vesemir for help.

Ailin understood.

but...

If Vesemir were in Kaer Morhen, she wouldn't need him; in fact, if Vesemir himself asked her, she would most likely have agreed.

But the key point is...

He exchanged a glance with Mary, who was also turning her head to look at him, and shrugged helplessly at Vesemir's expectant face.

"Lady Vesemir left Kaer Morhen a week ago."

"What?!" Vesemir exclaimed in surprise, instinctively looking at Mary, who was closest to the Sorceress, and asked, "Where did Lady Vesemir go? When will she be back?"

"I don't know..." Mary answered instinctively under the Witcher Master's anxious gaze, while Ailin simultaneously replied, "Toussaint ..."

Vesemir, bewildered by the completely different answers, "?"

He glanced at Mary, then at Ailin.

Under the Witcher Master's unusual gaze, Mary was also taken aback:

"When my mentor left, she didn't tell me her destination or when she would return."

"I left after opening the portal."

Upon hearing this, Ailin remained silent for a few seconds, then averted her gaze as the girl regained her composure and gave him a complicated look.

"Uh... it's Toussaint, Lady Vesemir said it herself a week ago."

He paused, then continued:

"I don't know exactly what he's going to do, but he should be back in September."

He finished speaking.

The girl beside him sighed softly.

To Ailin's surprise, Mary merely sighed and said nothing more before her expression returned to normal, as if she had long been used to it.

I don't know what she got used to...

"That's definitely too late..." Vesemir shook his head in disappointment, a frown creeping down his face.

It's only June now. If we wait three months to go to Fujian, even with a fast portal, it will be too late.

"Let's just ride there on horseback. We'll follow the same road as before, and if we travel day and night, we should be there in ten days at most," Ailin said. "Since Horton is so far away, ten days should be enough time to send a message to Kaer Morhen."

"It's not a matter of time." Vesemir was still somewhat hesitant.

The School of the Wolf adheres to neutrality.

Therefore, for a long time in the past, no matter how chaotic and intense the wars broke out on the Northern Continent, they had nothing to do with the School of the Wolf Witchers.

He himself often took advantage of the Rift in the fighting between the two countries to eliminate the monsters that were attracted to the battlefield.

The two opposing sides, who are irreconcilable enemies, will not drive him away. Instead, they will welcome him with fine wine and songs, and after eliminating the monsters, they will politely send him off from the battlefield before continuing their battle.

But now.

The hostile relationship between the School of the Wolf, some nobles in Kedwen, and the warlocks was almost public knowledge, even known to Duke Mason in Temeria.

The prospect of being treated with courtesy when entering and leaving the battlefield was something I couldn't even dream of.

Even more dangerous is that if one were to stumble into the enemy's defensive zone and be discovered by chance, there's no guarantee that they wouldn't be framed for something and have their soldiers rally together to attack.

Even the strongest witcher cannot defeat ten thousand men.

All of Ailin's potions that enhance combat power have a time limit; once he is targeted and trapped, he will surely die.

If it were just him alone, disregarding Ailin's armor, based solely on his long-standing friendship with Horton, he would have no choice but to go and rescue her.

But Ailin's expression clearly indicated that she wanted to go along.

Vesemir knew his apprentice's character very well, even if he refused now.

If Ailin is in Kaer Morhen tomorrow and I don't see him, I will definitely catch up.

"If I had known Vesemir wasn't in Kaer Morhen, I shouldn't have told Ailin about this..." Vesemir, now in a difficult situation, regretted his decision. "Or, wouldn't it have been better to just go to Mary ..."

Vesemir's dilemma is easy to guess.

While feeling a warmth in his heart, Ailin did not try to persuade her again. Instead, a thought flashed through his mind, and he connected with the Mirage Pearl.

"Buzz~"

"Buzz~"

Dozens of School Emblem hummed in unison, according to their distance from each other.

This not only drew the attention of the surrounding witchers and apprentices, but also drew their gazes.

The fighting in the training field also stopped tacitly.

The next second.

Upon hearing the buzzing sound, Vesemir instinctively and quickly bent his right thumb and forefinger, drawing a triangle to cast a Quen Shield on himself. Suddenly, his vision blurred.

But he blinked once.

Ailin, Mary, Ernie, Klar...

All the people around suddenly vanished.

"Phew~"

"Phew~"

The howling mountain wind swept across the empty, old training ground, as if a school of demon hunters named "Wolf" had never existed in the Ancient Sea Fortress.

In a daze.

He instinctively lowered his head, his calloused hands suddenly appearing childlike.

When I looked up again, even my line of sight seemed to drop, and my thoughts became sluggish.

Everything that happened in the past seemed to be just a daydream of a child named Vesemir, chasing after redemption and glory in a story.

until...

"How about it?"

A voice rang out from in front of me.

The Witcher Master blinked again in astonishment.

Everything has returned to normal.

His proud apprentice stood before him, smiling as he looked at him.

The School of the Wolf is back.

"What...what is this..." Vesemir said in a hoarse voice, looking around.

Aside from Mary staring wide-eyed and mouth agape in shock at her apprentice.

Everyone else watched them furtively, like curious children.

Some witchers touched the wolf's head baring its sharp teeth on their chests, looking around in bewilderment as if searching for the reason for the badge's vibrations.

"A magical artifact that can make the target see illusions, or create an illusion to conceal the original object..." Ailin said softly, "Master Vesemir, I know you definitely want to rescue Horton from Vergen, but you are worried that there will be danger if I follow."

"But..."

He paused for a second, then smiled and said, "Although I am a junior, I am also a traveling apprentice of the renowned Master Vesemir. Could you please trust me a little more?"

Vesemir paused for a moment upon hearing this, then seemed relieved, gently shook his head, and chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"You... you..."

"Compared to the Blue Death who commands respect across the kingdoms of Kedwen, Ard, and Temeria, I am hardly a figure of great renown..."

"But you're right, we all need to give each other a little bit of trust."

Ailin smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Can we set off today?" Vesemir glanced at the bewildered witchers and apprentices around him.

"In just a few words."

"Alright, I'll go back and pack my things. We'll meet in the castle hall at noon and then set off."

He finished speaking.

Vesemir laughed heartily and, without waiting for Ailin's reply, vigorously ruffled his hair.

Then, he put on Black Wide-brimmed Hat on his right hand and strode towards the main castle.

"Continue!"

"Don't you all want the Purification Spirit and the Essence Fluid anymore?"

Once Vesemir was out of sight, Ailin called out to the stunned apprentices.

The training ground was filled with the intense clanging of metal once again, returning to its previous hustle and bustle.

"Ailin..." the girl beside her suddenly called out.

"Mary, I can't take you this time..." Ailin looked in the direction of the voice, "You still have to teach Yennefer magic..."

"I didn't want to go with you!" Mary interrupted him angrily.

The Witcher paused, his tone momentarily lost in thought.

Then why did you call me... he thought to himself.

"In... in Kaer Morhen, is there anything I can do to help you? After you left..." the girl asked hesitantly.

The Witcher stared at her blankly for a long time after hearing this.

Only when Mary blushed from his gaze did he hurriedly reveal the Witcher Company, such as Zhou Bi, potion brewing, and some things that he had originally intended to hand over to Master Aristo.

Mary carefully wrote everything down.

for a long time.

After Ailin explained everything.

For some reason, as the Witcher gazed at the girl's earnest face, a strange impulse suddenly welled up within him:

Why won't you let me take you down the mountain this time?