Call Lady Vesemir Along

Mind reading?

The faint, ethereal glow in Tissaia de Veres's pupils made Ailin's expression turn serious.

However, there was no change to his and Vesemir's School Emblem.

No!

Ailin became more vigilant.

Tissaia de Veris herself has said that there are too many ways to hide the Witcher's School Emblem.

He didn't think he was wrong.

The faint glow of magic shimmered in Tissaia de Veres's brown, Cat's Eye -like pupils, indicating that Tissaia had unleashed some kind of spell.

"But it's not necessarily mind reading. The Oterrohp Sign's protective barrier is still in my mind; my thoughts are confined within it." He thought, "It's impossible for Tissaia de Veris to read my thoughts without disturbing the barrier, so..."

Detecting lies?

After a brief surge of thoughts, Ailin had a sudden idea and shook his head regretfully, saying:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Tissaia."

"The method of exorcising the Evil God is my privacy. As for whether the complete disappearance of the traces is due to the Evil God or because of me, to be honest, I don't know."

Tissaia de Veres showed no unusual expression.

However, the Sorceress around frowned, seemingly convinced that since their dean had asked the question, the current matter must be related to Ailin.

But after accepting Aretuza's bribe, Ailin became perfunctory.

then.

Ailin paused, then added, "After all, I'm just a Witcher."

Tissaia de Veres' expression remained unchanged.

The other Sorceress, on the other hand, looked relaxed and completely understanding.

Indeed, how could a brute destined to only know how to wield a sword and use some rudimentary magical tricks possibly achieve something as unimaginable as completely erasing all traces in a magical sense?

"Dean, it must be because of the Evil God," a Sorceress whispered in Tissaia de Veris's ear. "Different Evil God wield different powers, and perhaps this Evil God controls the power of concealment."

Tissaia de Veres gave Ailin a deep look, but didn't pursue the matter further, seemingly believing his explanation.

"Summoning Ritual always needs a ritual master to perform it," she said, looking at Ianna. "Whether he is human or not, there will always be such a 'ritual master,' and the fact that Monster's Nest are appearing so frequently is also suspicious."

"What do you mean?" Ianna frowned.

Tissaia de Veres looked at the ruins in the deep pit and sighed.

"Ianna, I'm almost certain that, apart from the Summoning Ritual, the Monster's Nest was also the work of one or more ritualists."

"But there are no traces. I don't know if these ritual masters sacrificed themselves or have already left."

"This is dangerous, Ianna, this is dangerous."

Her expression was grave. "If he or they are still alive, even if this incident of the Evil God's descent is resolved, there will be a second, a third..."

"We won't be this lucky every time."

Ianna remained silent.

They know how to Summoning Ritual and cultivate Monster's Nest; most terrifyingly, they are extremely cunning and know how to hide.

If it weren't for Ailin's Tracking and discovery of the Summoning Ritual in this valley, they would all have been kept in the dark if Evil God had descended.

The thought of this possibility not only made Ianna and Arthur look grim, but the Sorceress of Aretuza was in no better shape.

They, like those from Ben Ade College, live in the city, and if they encounter a similar situation, they will not be able to escape it either.

"There should be another magical place here..." Ailin suddenly said, "Would a magical place be useful for finding... uh... ritualists?"

"Buzz~"

The Wolf Emblem hums.

Tissaia de Veris's eyes lit up with a purple magical glow as she looked at a spot above the pit.

With a thought, Ailin linked with the Wolf Emblem and followed her gaze.

Magical light spots of the four elements—red, brown, blue, and cyan—circled around a center invisible to the naked eye in mid-air.

It's as if there's a hole there that ordinary people can't see, from which magical water seeps out.

This is a place of magic, and it's a normal place of magic, similar to the Circle of Elements near Kaer Morhen.

If the progress bar for the Conjunction of the Spheres is not full, it should rapidly absorb the surrounding elements at this time.

"Fortunately," Ailin thought, "The progress of the Conjunction of the Spheres was already full, but it has been delayed by Vilgefortz's pursuit, the Wild Hunt's destruction of Ban Ad, and his recovery."

"Otherwise, Tissaia would definitely have noticed my unusual behavior by now."

"No," Tissaia de Veris shook her head and looked away. "There is indeed a place of magic here, but it is only one place of magic."

Ailin couldn't think of any other ideas.

Tracking is a specialty of Witchers, especially those from the School of the Wolf, and Ailin even has two Tracking skills.

Even with the Special Skill "Tracking," it was impossible to find even a few "ritualists" whose existence was unknown among the vast footprints trodden by so many ghouls in the valley.

"Don't worry," Ianna said with a smile when everyone was feeling down. "Actually, there's no need to be so worried."

All eyes were focused on Ianna's face.

"Do you have a good idea?" Tissaia asked curiously.

"I don't," Ianna shook her head. "However, the requirements for Summoning Ritual are not so easy to meet. In the past, every time Evil God descended, it was either a war or the demons directly massacred a city, with a huge scale."

"The reason we were able to keep it a secret from everyone this time is because a large number of corpses from the Black Death and even the Falga's Rebellion were buried in the Mahakam Mountains and were not properly disposed of."

"If such 'ritualists' exist, the most dangerous moment for humanity is when they are unknown to anyone."

"Notify the kings of the Northern Continent to be on high alert, find these locations where problems may occur, and dispose of the bodies as soon as possible."

"The next Evil God's descent won't happen so easily."

"Certainly..."

Ianna changed the subject, looking at Vesemir and Ailin: "The search for these 'ritualists' must still be carried out."

Vesemir thought for a moment, exchanged a glance with Ailin, and nodded slightly:

"When we're hunting the remaining carnivorous creatures these past few days, we'll be watching for other anomalies, but we won't be deliberately looking for them."

"After all, it is still unknown whether 'ritualists' exist. The priority is to eliminate the ghouls that will inevitably wreak havoc on Arland."

"That's enough." Ianna smiled kindly. "I will have the priests inform the congregation. Arthur, when you return, tell Mason the news and have him inform the kings and nobles of the various kingdoms as soon as possible."

"Yes." Arthur nodded solemnly.

"Alright." Ianna looked up at the sky.

Mist rising from the mountains draped a thin veil over the bright sky, with the fiery sun peeking out intermittently from within it.

A cool mountain breeze blew in from the forest at this moment, dispersing the strong fishy smell in the valley.

"Let's break camp; it's time to go back." Ianna took a deep breath.

The breaking up of camp had nothing to do with the Witcher, but it did involve Tissaia de Vires and Ianna.

However, neither of the two women left the ruins. Instead, they ordered Arthur and several Sorceress who had just cast "Herbert Stamford's Restoration Spell" to arrange the evacuation of the army and the wounded, and then stood by the pit.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"

Teleportation portals, accompanied by howling winds, unfolded in the valley.

However, these portals cannot teleport all the soldiers back; they can only teleport the more seriously wounded and the corpses of some soldiers in batches.

Yes, a corpse.

That's how war is; no matter how well prepared you are, even with Meritellie's Divine Art, people will always die.

Experienced warriors know how to use Divine Art wisely, but the farmers who were just there to fill in the gaps did not. They were quickly overwhelmed by the hordes of cannibalistic creatures and lost the protection of their Divine Art.

"Thirty-four people," Tissaia de Veres suddenly said.

Looking at the motionless body on the makeshift stretcher in a daze, Ailin turned to look at her.

"Only thirty-four people died in a war to expel the Evil God," Tissaia de Veres looked at Ailin with her warm brown eyes. "All the humans still alive in this valley owe you a life."

"Without Divine Art, apart from the Sorceress of Aretuza, perhaps only two, or even a handful, of humans could survive."

Ailin frowned slightly, unsure of what the Sorceress was trying to say.

Is she trying to comfort him?

However, Tissaia de Veres then looked away.

"Ianna, aren't you going to help and save those wounded?" she asked Ianna.

"The war is over. What they need are herbs, bandages, meat, and a comfortable bed, not Divine Art." Ianna shook her head, glancing at Tissaia de Veris. "On the contrary, there aren't many Sorceress in Aretuza who can teleport. Why don't you go and help them?"

"Why are you so wary of me? I did bring people to support Arland, after all." Tissaia de Veris smiled helplessly.

"One thing at a time," Ianna snorted.

"Well," Tissaia de Veres sighed again, "I do have something I want to discuss with Ailin privately..."

"Let's chat then!" Ianna seemed to have no idea what "private chat" meant, and instead moved closer to Ailin's direction.

"Never mind," Tissaia de Veris waved her hand, seeing that Ailin was also looking at her warily, and said directly, "Actually, I've already told Vesemir what I wanted to say..."

"I would like to invite you to Aretuza to give a lecture on Monster Economics to the girls."

I, a fourteen-year-old witcher, am teaching Monster Economics to Sorceress in Aretuza.

Ailin paused for a moment, then looked at Vesemir.

Vesemir nodded, indicating that it was indeed true. Of course, he was too embarrassed to say that it was actually him and Ailin who had been invited by Tissaia de Veres.

Ailin remained silent for a moment.

He felt he didn't have much expertise in Monster Economics, so Tissaia de Veres's purpose was quite obvious.

Tissaia de Veres wanted him as a person.

Ailin thought for a moment, and was about to refuse.

"I know what you're worried about," Tissaia de Veres interrupted him, bluntly. "To be honest, I'm really interested in your little secret and your unique body."

"But you are Vesemir's apprentice, and also..."

She noticed the unfriendly gazes around her, paused, and met Ianna's eyes as she glared at her with furrowed brows:

"He also has close relationships with many 'big shots'."

"If you voluntarily reveal it, or are willing to let me study it, I will naturally pay you a reward that satisfies you."

"Money, magical items, weapons, armor, precious Magic Material... Aretuza will open up the entire Northern Continent to you, a treasure trove of the best, which will surely satisfy you."

Seeing that Ailin didn't seem very interested, he recalled that Erin had created the priceless Sword Oil that was all the rage in Temeria.

Tissaia de Veris sighed, inwardly marveling at how rare it was to encounter a witcher so wealthy at such a young age, before returning to the main topic:

"If you are unwilling, I will not force you. Ianna knows my personality."

Ailin looked at Ianna.

Although Ianna didn't look too good, she didn't deny it.

"I extend this invitation in good faith, Ailin."

Tissaia de Veres continued, "Those arrogant girls in Aretuza need some stimulation to see reality and realize how dangerous the world is starting to become."

"And at your age, it's just right."

Is my age just right?

What would be appropriate?

Ailin wanted to ask.

"Well then," Tissaia de Veris's gaze swept over Ailin, "Your School of the Wolf Witcher Master Armor is still in its raw state, unenchanted, right?"

Ailin nodded.

"I think you're planning to have Vesemir enchant you."

Ailin nodded again.

"While Vesemir is renowned for her alchemy, her true strength lies in potions," Tissaia de Veris smiled confidently. "Of course, Vesemir can also enchant, but I think you have a better option..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Including Hen Gedimidis, you won't find a better enchanter than me anywhere else in the entire Northern Continent..."

Tissaia de Veres spoke in a calm tone, but her domineering aura was evident in every word she uttered.

Ailin glanced at Ianna and Vesemir with some interest.

Neither Ianna nor Vesemir denied it.

"If you're willing to come to Aretuza, I'll personally enchant your weapon. Of course, you'll have to pay for the materials yourself..." She paused, "But if you're willing..."

"He doesn't want to be studied like a toad, an owl, or a mouse!" Ianna interrupted irritably.

"But I'm willing to go to Aretuza ..." Ailin's words followed immediately.

"Ailin!" Ianna exclaimed.

"Very good, you won't regret it." Tissaia de Veres looked exceptionally happy.

Ignoring Ianna's hostile gaze, she left to create a portal for the wounded.

"Ailin ..." After Tissaia de Veris left, Ianna and Vesemir immediately approached.

"Don't worry," Ailin winked at the two of them, "I'll call Lady Vesemir along."