Tissaia de Vries

As Nannick approached, he glanced at Ailin and Vesemir:

"Lyra, what are you talking about with Sir Ailin and Master Vesemir?"

Ailin's heart pounded, and she subtly gave the priest a wink.

"Uh..." The little priest blinked her big eyes, "We didn't talk about much, just some things about Necrophage Oil materials."

"What? What happened?"

"After you finish what Ailin High Priest Nannick look. "Also, do not agree to any of the Witcher's requests on your own."

"Huh? Any requests?" The priest glanced at the two witchers whose expressions weren't good, pulled Nannick aside, and whispered, "This... this isn't quite right..."

"This is the High Priest's order," Nannick sighed. "It's for their own good. The southern slopes of Mahakam are very dangerous now. If they try to force their way through, they will only lose their lives in vain."

"Get things settled here as soon as possible. The High Priest is at the entrance of the temple, beneath the statue of the goddess."

After speaking.

Nannick nodded to Ailin and Vesemir and hurriedly left.

Clearly, the Temple of Melitele is very busy right now.

Despite being so busy, Ianna still made sure that Nannick took time out of his busy schedule to specifically instruct Lyra...

Ailin glanced at Vesemir, who also looked helpless, and didn't know whether to be flattered or resentful.

"Let's go."

Lyra watched Nannick disappear at the end of the road, then turned her head and whispered.

"Where to?" Ailin, who was thinking about other ways to obtain the amulet, was taken aback.

Lyra gave him a strange look. "Didn't you want the amulet?"

"You agreed?" Ailin paused, "But Nannick and Ianna just..."

Lyra sighed:

"Ianna and Nannick don't understand you. They think that if they don't give you the amulet, you won't go to the southern foothills of the Mahakam Mountains."

"But..."

"Because of a request from a strange elf, he was separated from his companions shortly after descending the mountain, and became an enemy of the wizard and King Kedwen, venturing deep into the heavily guarded mines..."

"After being attacked by a powerful magic spell that fell from the sky, they still dared to charge towards hundreds of terrifying demonic spirits..."

"He received the title, but refused the entire city that revered his heroic name and the more stable, wealthier life prepared for him..."

She took a deep breath, her large, dark, warm eyes, like those of a fawn in the forest, quietly looking at him, as if she could see into his very soul.

"How could such a 'foolish demon hunter' stop taking action and risks just because of a few amulets?"

"Not giving you the amulet would be the one to harm you..."

Ailin awkwardly avoided the rich emotions in those eyes, not even refuting the "foolish witcher."

"That makes sense." Vesemir widened his dark golden Cat Eyes, crossed his arms, and his gaze darted back and forth between Ailin and Lyra with interest. He nodded in a pretentious manner and agreed, "It is indeed unlikely."

"Vesemir!" Ailin glared at him.

Vesemir, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed watching the show from the sidelines.

Lyra seemed to only then realize that there were other people around, and quickly turned around to lead the way, saying, "It's getting late, come with me."

As Ailin walked, he looked up at the sky and then at the girl in front of him.

In the evening, the sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy and gray.

Pink sunset clouds rose on the girl's snow-white nape.

The amulet was made of wood, unlike the silver amulet Vesemir gave him in Kaer Morhen. It had no gold, silver, or gemstone decorations and was simply carved with the three phases of the Goddess Meritellie: a young girl, a pregnant woman, and an old woman. It seemed to be just an ordinary wooden amulet sold on the streets of Arland, or rather, an old one.

After verification, it was found to be the same as the one Vesemir gave it, with no display panel.

It has a warm, jade-like texture and a faint sandalwood scent that matches the atmosphere of the temple. However, upon closer inspection, one can only smell the fresh eucalyptus scent on Lyra, which proves that it is a gem within.

"The goddess's amulets are all blessed by priests using two Divine Art, 'evil warding off' and ' Divine Power protection,' over and over again. The more times they are blessed, the better the amulet's effect becomes. It has little to do with the amulet's material."

Lyra, perhaps worried that the two witchers might doubt their effectiveness, explained, "These four amulets were used by senior priests in the temple themselves, and they were blessed for thirty or forty years..."

Vesemir put on the amulet that Lyra handed him. "I know this tradition. Whether it's Meritellie, Cliff, or Freya, the amulets they sell to the public are different from those they use themselves."

"The amulets worn by the priests in the temple are blessed once a day during worship and prayer, while those made of gold or silver and sold to nobles and big merchants are generally blessed only twenty or thirty times."

Suddenly, an image flashed into Ailin's mind of Vesemir taking out the gold Cliff Amulet and the silver Meritellie Amulet.

The emotionally Bloody Red Fox was also a sucker.

I just don't know whether Ianna sold or gave her the Meritellie Silver Amulet.

"The temple also needs to make money to cover its daily expenses," Lyra said with an embarrassed smile, speaking up for the temple. "Besides, the effect of Divine Art weakens over time. Actually, twenty or thirty repetitions are enough for ordinary people..."

"Just like how witchers charge for hunting monsters." Vesemir nodded in agreement, then looked around. "I only have one question..."

"What's the problem?"

Vesemir pointed to the single-story brick house behind Lyra and asked curiously, "This should be where priest apprentices live. Where did you get these four amulets that have been blessed for thirty or forty years so quickly?"

"I collected these over the past month and a half." Lyra glanced at Ailin, making no attempt to hide anything. "Those who have been Great Old One's Curse and survived are always prone to getting entangled with the Evil God again for various reasons..."

"This was mentioned by Nannick when he was teaching us, so I prepared for it, but I didn't expect it to come true so quickly."

Ailin remained silent.

He never expected to see the big-eyed Evil God again, especially in this way.

"Are four amulets enough?" Lyra asked.

"That's enough," Ailin nodded. He, Vesemir, and the Greater Griffin each had one; there was one left as a spare. "Thank you, Lai..."

Lyra waved her hand to interrupt him, "Give me your thanks when you get back."

Ailin paused, stunned by what she heard. The girl's eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

What is she afraid of?

What is she pleading for?

"I will."

Ailin took a deep breath and left without looking back.

"We've got the amulet. What are your plans now?"

"Shall we leave now?"

"Walking back to the Witcher's quarters, "Vesemir asked.

"No," Ailin shook his head, "The Monster's Nest produces too many monsters. Even if we follow the Greater Griffin and don't have to worry about not being able to reach the center of the Summoning Ritual, it will be difficult to kill the 'ritual' quickly under the 'care' of such a huge carnivorous creature."

[Demon Hunter] Ignoring magical favor, as long as the progress bar is full, he can kill gods and demons alike. This is the confidence he has in acting alone with Vesemir, and it is something only he can do.

However, different levels of magical favor will also affect the speed at which the progress bar accumulates during an attack.

Given the magical blessing of the "ritual" that Ailin sensed during the day, the time it would take to fill the progress bar would certainly be quite long.

And don't be fooled by their fierce battles on the cliff during the day; that's because the Giant Ghoul and Spiked Fiend are holding back. Once Ailin and Vesemir fall into the "ritual," the ghouls, under the command of the Evil God, will surely go mad.

That's the territory of ghouls, there aren't any terrain hazards like cliffs for them to exploit.

If the monsters are really weak, they'll be happy if they're in groups.

Moreover, there Giant Ghoul, the Spiked Fiend, and the ritual itself, whose power is unknown...

To be honest, as Ailin herself began to feel a little unsure of herself.

Even if Ianna's people drive away most of the ghouls, can he really succeed in killing the "ritual" and banishing the Evil God?

Ailin continued, "We'll follow the main force of Ianna's organization and wait until they've lured away most of the ghouls before we make our move."

"Many people will die..." Vesemir could almost smell the strong stench of blood.

This is not opposition, but rather a reflection.

So Ailin didn't say anything, but just walked silently along the gravel path.

With so many cannibalistic creatures, rivers of blood were almost inevitable.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of strange noises came from their side, interrupting the conversation between the two witchers.

Ailin turned his head to look.

One after another, orange portals appeared in the plaza behind the statue at the temple entrance not far away.

Many women dressed particularly daringly emerged from the portal.

Lace, stockings, silk, and various gemstones and jewels dazzled the eyes.

"The Sorceress of Aretuza have arrived," Vesemir said softly. "The one at the front, with not a single wrinkle on her body, is the one with the most exquisite craftsmanship. That is Tissaia de Veris, the headmistress of Aretuza, and the strongest Sorceress in the Northern Continent."

As Ailin followed Vesemir's description, he met a pair of sharp, raptor-like eyes.

"Buzz~"

The Wolf Emblem hums.

A momentary dizziness caused him to instinctively activate his magic, crossing his hands.

The pale purple barrier flashed by and did not take shape.

The divine wall of the Oterrohp Sign erected a barrier in the sea of consciousness.

Then, in an instant, a violent tremor occurred.

"Huh~"

A surprised female voice echoed in my mind, "Interesting Witcher."

Ailin only came to his senses after the sound disappeared.

He broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that this was a mental war that had ended before it even began.

Such intense aggression is like a raging fire.

Just a glance was enough to cause fluctuations in the divine wall.

Tissaia withdrew her gaze, taking no further action, and instead watched the portal appear and disappear like a straight pine tree.

Ailin glanced at Vesemir and found that he was still looking at Tissaia without realizing it, and nothing happened.

"Is it because I instinctively used the Oterrohp Sign to resist and erected a divine wall?" he speculated.

Although the Sorceress were dressed in colorful and distinctive outfits, they were clearly different from the male wizards of Ban Ade, like the difference between bandits and regular soldiers.

After stepping out of the portal, he stood obediently in front of Tissaia, waiting for the others to follow.

"It's been a long time, Tissaia." High Priest Ianna of the Temple of Melitele walked towards Tissaia from in front of the statue, accompanied by several priests.

Tissaia placed her hand on her chest and bowed. "Long time no see, Ianna. The Aretuza Academy has come in accordance with the ancient covenant."

Then the two groups entered the hall where guests were received at the entrance of the temple.

Almost at the same time they entered the hall, another portal appeared.

After Agatha, the court sorceress of Elland, led the Duke and Arthur out of the portal, they were greeted by another priestess and entered the hall.

"I'm going to hear about their plans for exorcising the Evil God. Do you want to come with me?" Vesemir asked.

"One person is enough," Ailin shook his head. "I plan to go to the icon room; perhaps the goddess can give me some inspiration as she has in the past."

"If the meeting ends late, go to Ernie to find me; if it ends early, go to the icon room."

Vesemir nodded and strode toward the hall.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at him with a face full of suspicion.

"You wouldn't be secretly going to find the Evil God behind my back, would you?"

"How could that be?" Ailin shook his head repeatedly with a wry smile. "Didn't I just tell you the plan? I'll only leave after Ianna and the others have set off..."

Vesemir nodded, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and gave a long lecture.

Only after Ailin repeatedly assured him and handed over his amulet did he leave satisfied.

"What kind of image do I have in other people's eyes...?"

Ailin looked at his empty palm and sighed.

The iconostasis was unattended, with only the eternally unchanging three icons watching over this darkness with benevolent gaze.

Will the goddess give Ailin a revelation?

Of course.

Priced at 100 Experience Orbs, fair and honest.

Not only will you receive revelation from the goddess, but you'll also have a half-day trip to the divine kingdom to exorcise all evil spirits from your soul, plus a bonus of a "harvest blessing" containing nine boxes of eight gold and one purple treasures...

Unfortunately, Ailin only has eighteen Experience Orbs, so he is not here to seek enlightenment.

[Treasure Chests: 18 Ain El '@#￥%&'s Chest, 18 Sorcerer's Chest, 5 Spiked Fiend's Chest 'Giant Ghoul's Chest, 5 Ghoul's Chest, 5 Rotfiend's Chest]

With a thought, he retrieved the Witcher's Handbook.

Ailin took a deep breath, adjusted himself to his best state, and began to describe "Meritellie's Concealment Ritual".

The ritual circle, drawn with chalk, is an interlocking circle symbolizing the unity of a goddess, a young girl, a pregnant woman, and an old woman.

Mercury was placed on young girls, magic dust was poured on pregnant women, and sulfur was poured on old women.

After carefully setting up the ritual according to the requirements in her mind, she walked around the entire ritual array four times clockwise, stopping precisely in front of the ritual circle symbolizing the girl.

After checking it again, Ailin took a deep breath and prayed fervently:

"Homage to the Mother of All Things, Goddess of fertility, harvest, and childbirth, eternal maiden, mother, and guardian of the old..."