Sorcerer Ailin?

"Um?"

Vesemir paused in his tracks, exclaiming in surprise, "Ban Ade is in trouble again."

He subconsciously turned his head to look to his side, only to realize that Ailin had already gone back to her room and was not here.

What am I thinking?

Vesemir shook his head with amusement.

How could something happen to Ben Ade and it be related to Ailin?

"What happened?" Vesemir asked as he approached.

Nannick didn't answer directly. After his gaze swept across the grass, he asked instead, "Where's Ailin?"

"I came as soon as I received news of the Greater Griffin's return."

Didn't he come back with you?

Vesemir didn't notice Nannick's indifference.

With each event piling up, Ailin might be more important than all the Witchers of the School of the Wolf combined at the Temple.

"He went back; he seemed to be feeling unwell..."

"Didn't you say you'd recover from your weakness today?" Nannick frowned slightly.

"He has indeed recovered," Vesemir shook his head. "I even saw him fight this afternoon, and his swordsmanship was even more formidable than before... uh... perhaps he fought so intensely right after recovering that his body hasn't fully adapted yet..."

"How can we let a patient go into battle as soon as he recovers..." Nannick's eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his tone reproachful, "Ailin is still just a child, it's one thing if he doesn't know..."

"As a senior Witcher Master with such rich experience, don't you know that post-treatment recovery needs to be done gradually...?"

Unless severely injured, where can you really find a witcher who can heal gradually...?

Vesemir was somewhat speechless.

They are tougher warriors, more resilient witchers, and warlocks who are as fragile as pottery.

Witchers were created to fight for extended periods in the harshest environments; they're not that fragile...

certainly.

Looking into Nannick's angry eyes and slightly raised eyebrows, Vesemir rationally swallowed his innermost thoughts.

"I'll be more careful next time," he sighed, scratched his head, and obediently agreed.

It has to be Ailin, otherwise, who would care that a witcher who has no parents would get injured in a fierce battle right after recovering from his injuries?

The client will only complain about the witcher's carelessness, which delays the completion of the commission and results in additional losses.

For a moment, even Vesemir was a little jealous of Ailin.

Nannick went on and on, until Vesemir's hands were practically rubbing the brim of her Black Wide-brimmed Hat raw, before she remembered why she had come.

"Let's go find Ailin. His injury isn't a minor matter; I need to check on him," Nannick said, his feet already crossing the grass and heading west along the Gravel Path. "We can talk about Ban Ade there; it'll save me from having to say it a second time..."

After being nagged for half a day, Vesemir could only agree repeatedly, knowing in his heart that Nannick probably wasn't there to see him.

However, he did not feel neglected.

He disliked things that were roundabout and not straightforward, so he preferred to leave them to Ailin to think about.

"As expected of my Witcher apprentice from Vesemir..." he thought to himself.

Then, after taking a couple of steps, he saw the young witcher still lazily lying on the ground, staring at him with his Little Eye, and angrily rebuked him:

"Get up and keep training!"

"When I return, if any of you find that your Oterrohp Sign can't withstand a single Igni, forget about your claws, I'll tie you all to the talons of Greater Griffin..."

Before Vesemir's rebuke was finished, the seven witchers immediately jumped up from the ground, their faces pale.

Wing claws...

At the speed at which Greater Griffin flaps its wings, following the Greater Griffin's flapping motion all the way would mean losing half your life.

More importantly, it's about image.

After these days of monster hunting, the seven young demon hunters, thanks to their leader's reputation, have gained some minor fame in Arland, and they all have an image to maintain.

What if the Greater Griffin chooses a landing spot that's crowded...?

All the young witchers could imagine the pathetic scene of being tossed around like a rag doll by the Greater Griffin in front of everyone.

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

The School Emblem hummed.

Before Vesemir had gone far, seven purple orbs lit up on the open grassland.

A small hut inside the temple.

The moment the Summoning Ritual's Flesh Core disappeared from the inventory, the Mutated Organ next to Ailin's heart suddenly began to beat like a heart... no... even more violently than a heart.

It was burning hot, as if a mass of Molten Lava was churning inside the organ.

"Buzz~"

The Wolf Emblem buzzed violently, leaping directly out of the collar and vibrating in mid-air.

Points of light representing the four elements—red, brown, blue, and turquoise—revolved around Ailin, while the Fire Element of fire, which had the highest affinity, rose restlessly from the void, crackling and sparking.

Ailin had never felt the emotions of the elements so clearly.

He felt the lightness of the wind, the weight of the earth, the gentleness of the water, and the restlessness of the fire, and they responded to him with unrestrained passion.

Especially the Fire Element.

The tiny, Crimson Sprites darted into his body from the hut and then floated out again, as if the physical barrier was nothing to them.

Other types of elements, though less active, also entered his body one after another.

During this process, a subtle connection is emerging.

Fire Element the most closely connected, followed by Earth Element and Water Element. Although Air Element is the least connected, its connection is increasing at a rate far exceeding that of the other three.

"Hmph~"

The searing pain made him groan involuntarily.

Ailin looked at his Personal Panel in front of him.

The mysterious numbers in the Attribute Slots suddenly surged.

93, 94, 95, 98, 99...

Without stopping, under Ailin's astonished gaze, it surpassed 100, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the 110 mark, stopping just at 119.

It was just a hair's breadth away from surpassing 120.

[Attributes: Strength 94, Agility 79, Constitution 85, Perception 88, Mysticism 119 (+26)]

[Affinity: Water 15 (Magic Source - Water 5%), Earth 19 (Magic Source - Earth 9%), Wind 21 (Magic Source - Wind 11%) (+11), Fire 24 (Magic Source - Fire 14%), Space 2]

Abundant magic surged through his body.

There seems to be Gentle Magic Power in every breath, permeating every corner of the body.

The magic was even accumulating, so abundant that it was stagnating in the veins.

This made Ailin wish he could cast all the spells he had learned countless times, unleashing all the pent-up magic power.

But he knew.

Even if he did do that, the "accumulated" magic still couldn't be dispelled.

Due to the inherent limitations of the signs, whether it is a defensive sign like Quen or Otherrhop, or an offensive sign like Igni or Ald, the output power is exchanged for the output speed.

This was not originally a weakness for witchers, as they could only store a small amount of magic power, and their Magic Veins could hardly withstand a large amount of magic power input and output.

Signs were even created specifically for Witchers by Witcher Conclave Sorcerer Leaders, such as Alzure and Cosimo, to assist them in melee combat.

However, now, Ailin's body is fully capable of supporting him and unleashing even more powerful spells.

The sign can no longer unleash his full magical potential.

Or to put it another way.

Aside from spells matching his strength, he was already a male wizard.

"However..." Ailin frowned, sensing the changes in his body, "Why is it that without any 'barrier,' the mystery has exceeded one hundred without any hindrance?"

"Is it because I am special that all my attributes have no limits, or is it just that my mystery is like this?"

"Etc..."

Suddenly, Ailin had a flash of inspiration and remembered Mary's attributes that he had identified before.

[Name: Margarita Laux Antill]

[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 9, Constitution 12, Perception 76, Mysticism 81]

Mary's attributes are extremely extreme, with perception and mystery far surpassing her other attributes.

But she did not seem to be hindered in any way that Vesemir experienced when she enhanced her perception.

Moreover, Mary is not Wild Sorcerer, but an "outstanding graduate" of Aretuza, so her attribute growth must be the same as Attribute Growth Ratio of a typical warlock.

And so on.

Leaving aside the special magical source Hen Gedimidis, Vesemir and Tissaia de Veris's mystery must exceed one hundred, and that is, even with low values for strength, agility, and physique.

So, putting aside everything else, at least the "limit" of the mystery attribute is not at the value of one hundred.

but...

"It's not just a simple attribute boost." Ailin closed his eyes to contemplate.

On the Personal Panel, the mysterious improvement has stopped, but the changes within the body have only just begun.

The Mutated Organ next to the heart emitted a blazing red light.

It... is dissolving, turning into countless points of light that flow along the heart and are absorbed by tiny veins.

However, the container that stored magic power within his body did not completely disappear. Instead, it dissipated into many meridians, and his entire body, rather than a single organ, became the container for magic power.

The Mutated Organ did not disappear; after nearly half of it was dissolved, the scorching red light vanished.

Apart from being a little smaller, there seems to be no other change.

However, the moment the red light completely dissipated, it was as if Ailin suddenly emerged from below the sea level and peered into the distant sky.

The four elements suddenly became exceptionally clear in his perception, as if he had always been underwater, seeing, hearing, and sensing...

This feeling... is like being reborn.

Is this how warlocks see the world?

Ailin was stunned.

The Summoning Ritual's Flesh Core was completely absorbed, and the crackling phenomena disappeared.

He stood there with his eyes closed for a moment, and then...

"Caw caw caw caw caw..."

Mysterious chanting echoed inside the Wooden Hut.

The faint Pale Blue Light Dots quickly appeared from the void and gathered in Ailin's palm.

The ice spear took shape between two breaths.

The spear was sharp and its cold light flashed, inspiring fear in those who saw it.

This is a real ice spear, not the small ice spear that was only the length and thickness of an index finger in the past.

If it is not launched, with all five fingers clenched, the index and middle fingers cannot even be fully closed, and it can be used as a real spear.

And this is not even his limit.

The incantation for the Ice Lance Spell is repeated in multiple sections. With each repetition of a phrase in the middle section, the length and thickness of the ice spear increase.

Ailin felt he could even unleash the same ice spear as the Drowners King, only slightly thinner than his waist.

However, he did not continue, nor did he release it or hold it and wave it.

As soon as he stopped chanting, he lightly tapped the spear with his index finger.

"Splash!"

The enormous ice spear shattered instantly into countless Ice Crystals shimmering with blue light, disappearing without a trace before even hitting the ground.

Only the sudden drop in temperature inside the Wooden Hut and the water droplets seeping from the Roof Wooden Charm prove that it once existed.

"Compared to the magic seals, the spells I obtained from the Drowners King are actually more suitable for me now..."

Ailin savored the feeling of the sudden surge of magic power and the ice spear's power being ten times greater than before, gaining profound insights.

The Ice Lance Spell, a spell unlike any other sign or spell, is imbued with a wild and primitive feel.

As long as your magic power and Elemental Affinity sufficient, you can increase the power of your spells without limit, while signs and spells, in a similar fashion, both have a limit.

Of course, spells also have weaknesses.

At least for now, it is unstable and somewhat dangerous.

and...

"My current fighting style is still mainly melee combat," Ailin pondered. "I haven't used Ice Lance Spell much lately, and Mudslide is also because it's not compatible with the current combat system."

The Ice Lance Spell will alert the enemy.

Mudslide can also damage the ground, which is Major Taboo for Melee Profession that rely on footwork to dodge.

More importantly, before reaching the Mystic Hundred, the power of Ice Lance Spell and Mudslide was too low, and they could not match the melee benefits of the Sword Oil Potion Buff.

But now...

"I think I should think about a new combat system..." Ailin pondered, head bowed.

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's Happy Troubles.

Ailin can hardly imagine it now.

How strong would he be, given that he combines the skills of a demon hunter and a warlock?

Of course, the new combat system cannot be fully explored in a short time, and the Sorcerer Talent are difficult to support with only three or four spells; all of this will take time.

Now is not the time to spend a lot of time thinking.

With a thought, he jumped to his inventory and quickly found a cloud of mist.

A hazy, beautiful mist, like Purple Mist over a star cluster in the universe.

A suffocating craving erupted once again from every cell and every muscle fiber in my body.

Perhaps because his strength had improved considerably, this intense desire had actually intensified.

This time, however, he didn't reject the desire, but rather let it happen naturally...

"Bite!"

Should we use the @#￥%&'s Element @#￥%& *1?

The next second.

The beautiful "star cluster" in my inventory suddenly disappeared.

at the same time.

Ailin suddenly twitched his ears subconsciously and looked up at the wooden wall on his right.

Two familiar footsteps suddenly came into his senses, and they were getting closer and closer.

"Vesemir ...and Nannick ..."

He immediately realized from the hurried footsteps that they were looking for him.

Why at this particular time?

Looking at the @#￥%&'s Element that had disappeared from the Semi-transparent Inventory, Ailin could only pray that the commotion when absorbing "@#￥%& '@#￥%&'s Element" would be minimal.

but...

Is this possible?