Tomas Morra's Unique Knack for Opening Doors

Toussaint.

On the outskirts of Beauclair, on the Sansidore River.

"To buy time, after extracting the lab's address from Thomas Maul's mind, I could only try to get the information about the lab that impressed him most before he lost consciousness..."

"Ailin, are you listening to me?"

The Witcher snapped out of the shock of being spotted by a wild beast:

"I'm listening, Ms. Ida Emin."

"No, you don't," Ada Emin stared at him. "You've learned the Divine Wall technique of the Oterrohp Sign, and I can't read your mind."

"But a master of mind magic can determine whether a person is lying without using such a crude technique as mind reading."

"The scattered Mental Fluctuation around you tell me that you've been daydreaming."

"Okay, I was daydreaming," Ailin readily admitted. "I felt like something was watching me, but around me..."

He looked around.

The only nearby area is a crystal-clear lake close to the main town of Beauclair, and a few elderly people leisurely strolling around at a distance.

Clearly, these elderly people were not the culprits that aroused Ailin's suspicion.

Ada Emin frowned upon hearing this, looked around warily, muttered a few incantations, and cast a spell, but ultimately failed to find the source of Ailin's wariness.

"Perhaps it's just an illusion."

Ailin herself wasn't quite sure, because the feeling lasted too short a time; it ended before she even blinked.

Ada Emin pondered for a moment and carefully inquired about his feelings.

"It's not in Beauclair; it must be someone or some powerful figure who holds significant weight in destiny and has taken notice of you."

"Perhaps fate is giving you a warning."

"Perhaps?" Ailin's expression hardened.

"Perhaps," Ada Emin nodded, "If someone has a talent for divination and prophecy and has undergone long-term training, then they should use various divination methods such as Fire Divination, Water Divination, internal organs divination, and crystal ball divination to make predictions."

"Those with a higher talent for prophecy may see images related to the thrill of this moment in their dreams at night."

"Most prophecies come about this way."

"So you don't need to worry. With your talent, the future of the School of the Wolf will appear in your dreams. How could fate ignore your own changes?"

"Tonight, do not use your School of the Wolf's meditation methods. Do not use divination. Just fall asleep naturally, and you will surely see a warning from fate."

Ailin gave an awkward smile.

Ida Emin believed he was a prophetic genius, a born prophet.

Because everyone in Kaer Morhen knew that before the Trial of the Mountains, he had foreseen that Haxor's arrival was ill-intentioned, and later he also foresaw that Thomas Molu was hiding the secret of Second Mutation...

But in reality, how could he possibly have any prophetic abilities?

It was all just an unexpected reward for my obsession with the Witcher books and games in my past life.

Um...

He does know how to perform Fire Divination and Water Divination divination rituals, but currently, firstly, he lacks the necessary materials, and secondly, the Second Mutation is the most important matter.

As for who is concerned about him, there is no need for divination or prophecy.

Ailin mentally calculated the time.

A week has passed, and Riedania probably knew the news before he left Arland.

The ominous signs of fate are inextricably linked to the three forces of Ben Ade, the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, and the Roglides family.

"You have someone you suspect," Ada Emin said.

Ailin nodded, then changed the subject. "Let's not talk about this anymore, Ms. Ada Emin, please continue."

Ada Emin nodded and said, "Because of the time constraints, we used some drastic methods, so my understanding of the laboratory is not complete."

"The Panther Ritual Guardian Statue, the Gargoyle, and a portal array..."

"These are probably the most dangerous traps and mechanisms, but there may be omissions, so we cannot be careless."

"Of course," Ada Emin's gaze fell on the crystal-clear Sansidore River, "It's just a laboratory, not a tomb, and it's not that dangerous. Being cautious is enough."

Ailin nodded, recalling the game's plot. Indeed, that was all there was to it. Comparing the two, it seemed that at least in terms of traps and mechanisms, there wouldn't be any problems.

but...

"Can you leave the guardian statues and gargoyles of the Black Panther Ritual to me?"

Ailin said, "In a while, I may need to infiltrate a mage's territory to do some things. I want to test the warlocks' methods of defending their territory in advance."

Before rescuing Hen Gedimidis, the only Construct Oil that might be available is Thomas Moru's laboratory.

Furthermore, Ben Ade is the territory of the warlocks, and during the rescue of Hen Gedimidis, they will most likely encounter constructs, Construct Oil extremely important.

If we don't explain this in advance, and the gargoyles are dealt with by Ada Emin, we'll really be at a huge loss.

"The mage's territory..." Ada Emin became interested.

"Would you mind telling me where it is?" She tilted her head to look at him. "Perhaps I can offer you some assistance."

Ailin thought for a moment and didn't hide it, after all, the hatred between the Free Elves and the wizards was much deeper than the hatred between the School of the Wolf and the wizards.

"Ban Ade?!!" Ida Emin raised an eyebrow sharply upon hearing this.

She looked at Ailin with surprise, as if she were getting to know this fourteen-year-old witcher all over again.

"Does Vesemir know?"

"Know."

"She agreed?"

Ailin didn't answer the question. He looked coldly at Ida Emin and said in a deep voice:

"I am a School of the Wolf Witcher Master has completed the three trials of Choice, Grass, and High Mountain, and has hunted several large monsters on my own."

"I don't think I need to ask anyone's consent."

Aida Emin was taken aback by what she heard, and suddenly realized that the boy in front of her, who was considered a child by both Ion Siddi and humans, was not one of those spoiled brats who could only achieve success by relying on their parents.

All his miraculous heroic deeds came from himself; they were earned through his own battles, sword by sword.

Vesemir and Soyer's help couldn't even outweigh the fact that they sent him to Kaer Morhen to become a Witcher; now they're the ones who have to save his life.

then.

Ada Emin's expression turned serious, and she said solemnly, "I apologize, it was my rudeness."

"I forgive you." Seeing her serious expression, Ailin shook his head.

Ada Emin thought for a moment, then said, "I can give you both the gargoyle and the Panther Ritual Guardian Statue."

"However, the gargoyles and the Panther Ritual Guardian Statue were constructed specifically to target thieves and warriors. Their outer shells are made of hard stone or even metal, so even the strongest witcher would probably be... um... what is this?"

She paused, then saw Ailin take out a bottle of something that glowed green and looked like a magic potion from the pouch at her waist.

Ada Emin, relying on her habitual senses, found that she couldn't penetrate the glass shell and reach the inside of the strange object when she focused her Divine Power on it.

Instead, a chilling coldness crept up my spine, as if I had encountered a natural enemy.

"This feeling... Aetherium?" Ada Emin instinctively leaned back.

"Dimeritium Bomb," Ailin explained, "Is specifically designed for constructs and should be able to affect the enchanted structures within constructs."

"The formula you developed?" Ada Emin pursed her lips and looked away. "It should also work on warlocks, right?"

Ailin nodded. "It was just configured and hasn't been tested yet."

Ada Emin remained silent for a long time.

"I'm a little envious of Vesemir."

She sighed softly, then changed the subject:

"Ban Ade was also built through the renovation and expansion of the ancient palace of Ian Sid. When I get back, I will look for the architectural plans and see if there are any secret passages."

"Such a good thing..." Ailin was stunned for a moment, then said happily, "Then I'll have to trouble Ms. Ada Emin."

"We are allies." Ada Emin shook her head. "Besides, Ban Ad is also an enemy of the Free Elves."

then.

Ada Emin further clarified the characteristics and general attack patterns of the Panther Ritual Guardian Statue and Gargoyles, even extending to the commonalities and essence of constructs.

Because structural beings are either too advanced, such as Fire Element, ice, and earth elements which are almost like demigods, they have very demanding requirements for their living environment.

The lower-end ones are gargoyles, which can only be encountered in sorcerers' laboratories and ancient tombs. They are not within the scope of the School of the Wolf's expertise and are completely unknown even in Kaer Morhen's library.

Therefore, Ailin listened very attentively.

Ida Emin lived up to her identity as a knowledgeable person and an elven sage, explaining things in a simple and profound way, getting straight to the heart of the matter.

If Monster Economics could also be Witcher's Handbook's Notes, System Notification would ring out every second, reducing the cost of unlocking skills.

Moreover, after learning that Ailin was going to challenge Ban Ade, the elven sage of Ian Siddi's tone softened considerably.

for a long time.

After Ida Emin finished her structural biology lecture, the two did not act immediately.

After a few seconds of silence, she turned and gazed at the towering city of Beauclair, perched atop the mountains.

Ailin followed her gaze.

Everything in Toussaint is beautiful; it's a beauty that words fail to describe, even if they were used to describe a fairytale world.

Before arriving in Beauclair, it was really hard to imagine what city could be worthy of such beautiful natural scenery.

Are there concerns that cities built by intelligent life might become scars and regrets?

However, all these doubts will immediately disappear when you actually meet Beauclair.

Like most cities on the Northern Continent, Beauclair expanded from the elven court, yet it was more stunning than any city or castle the King of Ailin had ever seen.

It was like a fairytale castle that seemed to grow out of the mountain, and from a distance it looked more like a sky city floating in the clouds.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Adda of Vengerberg suddenly asked.

Ailin nodded.

Aida Emin's eyes were somewhat dazed. "That was built by the Ion Siddi clan at its peak, using various precious materials collected from the entire Northern Continent and gathering the best craftsmen from the Mountain Folk. It took more than two hundred years to build, and then thousands of years of repairs and polishing followed. Of course it is very beautiful."

"When the gates of Beauclair were breached, the Mountain Folk did not have the heart to destroy the castle, hoping that one day they could return."

"It's just a pity..."

"The last king of Ion Siddi has been dead for four hundred years, and the last palace Shaer Lavhed, has been in ruins for over a hundred years."

"The Mountain Folk may never return."

Elves can certainly return at any time, just like Ada Emin is now, but Ailin knows that these two returns do not mean the same thing.

He didn't know what to say at that moment, so he remained silent.

fortunately.

After Ida Emin finished speaking, she resolutely looked away.

"Let's go." She felt relieved, yet also as if she had shouldered a heavy burden again.

——

The entrance to Thomas Molu's laboratory is not far from the shore.

The Killer Whale's effects had only just begun to take hold when the two men spotted the building buried in the riverbed.

The tall arches, the slender pillars adorned with decorative patterns, and the orange hues blurred by silt—these buildings share a striking resemblance in style to the Beauclair on the Sansidore River.

"Valley of Nine was once part of Beauclair, a place where the common people of Ain Siddi lived."

Ada Emin seemed to have shaken off her sentimental thoughts, and the voice in Ailin's mind returned to its gentle whisper.

"The Mountain Folk are reluctant to give up the exquisite Beauclair Castle, but the Valley of Nine will not allow the invaders to live there."

"The human cities connecting to the castle were all redesigned and rebuilt by Ludovic, the first human king of Toussaint, who hired architects skilled in the style of Mountain Folk."

"Thomas Morui is very smart."

"Placing the laboratory in Valley of Nine would make it unknown to anyone and extremely close to Beauclair, making it convenient to purchase and collect supplies for living and experiments."

"Since the humans hadn't invaded when it sank into the Sansidore River, the elven buildings inside were intact enough that we could build a few ventilation and structural stabilization arrays to conduct experiments safely, saving a lot of effort... Hmm... This is it."

Unlike the portal that stood starkly in the water in Ailin's memory, Ada Emin stopped in front of an unremarkable wall on the side of a building that looked like an arena.

But it makes sense, if the portal were simply standing in the water like in the game, the Sansidore River would have already flooded the laboratory.

Ida Emin carefully wiped the wall covered with mud, seaweed, and some underwater plants with her hands.

Several water ghosts seemed to be startled by this and rushed straight over from the undulating riverbed not far away.

Ailin was about to draw his sword.

Ada Emin didn't even raise her head, but gracefully waved her left hand.

The mud and dust swept off the wall immediately coalesced into several small, pointed cones, which silently dispersed and pierced the right eye of each water ghost.

An ordinary earthen cone, its magical fluctuations were so small that the Wolf Emblem didn't react at all.

Seeing this, Ailin raised an eyebrow.

He had overestimated a sociable person's magical abilities enough, but he still seemed to underestimate him somewhat.

Such a powerful earth-based spell, almost instantaneous and so precise, could easily catch him off guard if used for assassination.

After a while.

A metal buckle shaped like a griffin appeared on the wall.

Just as Ailin was pondering why Tomas Morra, who hated the School of the Griffin the most, would use a griffin as a door knocker...

"Get ready."

Ada Emin reminded Ailin in his mind, "Right wing of the index finger griffin."

"Click~"

Amidst the strange noise, a bolt of lightning appeared from beneath her fingertips, piercing the griffin's chest.