Grandmaster School of the Griffin Gear Diagrams! The Mountain Folk's Gift from the Gods!

"Still alive, but seems to be unconscious..."

Ada Emin leaned closer to Geralt Morru, who was meditating cross-legged, and carefully placed her right hand under his nose. She paused, then pressed the withered skin on the side of his neck.

"No," she shook her head, "Their breathing and heartbeat are slower and more steady than a normal Witcher's."

"His body temperature was also very low; rather than being in a coma, he looked more like a bear hibernating."

"He was thin, and his muscle mass was significantly below average."

"It must be because Thomas Mori's long absence forced Geralt Mori to descend from meditation into a lower-energy hibernation state..."

"No wonder he didn't wake up despite all the commotion..."

"That's interesting. This is the first time I've heard of witchers being able to hibernate. Is this a change brought about by the Second Mutation?"

"Ailin, should we wake him up?"

"Ailin?"

"Ailin!"

After calling out several times without receiving a response, the elven Sorceress turned around and was about to pat Ailin on the shoulder, who was standing there in a daze for some reason.

"Huh?" Ailin snapped out of his horrified and incomprehensible guess and quickly asked, "Ms. Ida Emin, what did you say?"

Ada Emin glanced around, but couldn't find anything unusual that could distract a witcher:

I asked, "Should we wake him up now?"

"Oh, of course."

"Are you sure?" Ada Emin didn't turn around, her gaze fixed on Ailin's eyes, her words carrying a hidden meaning. "Are you sure you want to wake him up? Don't forget Geralt Morru's identity..."

Upon hearing this, Ailin completely snapped out of his daze.

He took a deep breath, looked into the eyes of the elven Sorceress, glanced at the emaciated Geralt Morú with his eyes closed, and then looked behind the wooden shelves piled with books and miscellaneous items, into the dilapidated passage where the silhouette of a golem as large as a mountain could be vaguely seen.

"I'm sure." Ailin thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He knew what Ida Emin was trying to say; Thomas Molu was now imprisoned in the dungeons of Kaer Morhen.

Although he was prevented from going down into the dungeon to see it for himself by Vesemir and Soyer, he never did.

However, their reaction reveals quite a bit.

Thomas Maurice must have had a rather unpleasant time in Kaer Morhen.

Regardless, Geralt Morú is his son and Witcher Master of the School of the Griffin. Knowing this might affect the friendship between the two schools.

Even worse, if Geralt rescues Thomas Maurice while the School of the Wolf is at its weakest, the consequences would be even more unpredictable.

"Once the spatial blockade is lifted, I can teleport him directly back to Kaer Morhen."

Ada Emin still did not take any action.

"It's alright," Ailin glanced at the golem's back again, thought of the name on the kill settlement, and shook his head. "Trust me, Ms. Ada Emin."

"Okay, if you think it's okay, then it's okay." Ada Emin shrugged.

With a wave of her left hand, a crystal bottle decorated with bees and flowers appeared on her right, filled with a thick, honey-like golden liquid.

"His body is very weak right now," Ada Emin gently touched Geralt Morlü's upper lip with her index finger, and Geralt Morlü opened his mouth slightly. "The Est of the Bear Bee's Honey is much gentler than regular honey, which will help him recover faster and won't harm his body."

As she spoke, she pointed with her index finger at the crystal bottle.

Under her control, the golden honey, thick and creamy, was drawn out in strands, like a golden thread, flying out of the bottle and landing suspended in mid-air into the narrow slit of Geralt Morui's mouth.

"Even so, after nearly half a year without food, he will need some time to wake up."

"It's alright, let's wait a bit." Ailin nodded.

He watched Ida Emin feed the honey for a while, then wandered around the space enclosed by the wooden frame.

The wooden shelf was covered with a thick layer of dust, most of the compartments were empty, and the remaining space held wooden plates, wooden knives and forks, several empty burlap sacks, and some books.

Those books were all common chivalric novels available on the market, with slightly curled edges, but it was clear that the owner cherished them.

In the corner of the bookshelf was a small Distillation Kettle, near which were an iron bed, an oak table, a high-backed chair, and some simple experimental equipment.

Some parchment was scattered haphazardly across the oak table.

Ailin leaned closer to take a look and saw that it depicted a breastplate, with the various parts and materials of the breastplate pattern marked in the blank spaces.

Apart from the somewhat old-looking handwriting and patterns, the font at the edges is newer, mostly annotated by Geralt Mollusk himself.

He wrote there:

"On the third day of the Sprouting Moon, my power is still growing. The faint yet surging warm current has not yet dissipated and is far from over. Perhaps... I should add more mithril to my breastplate to enhance the conduction of magic..."

"On the twenty-sixth day of the Blooming Moon, the whispers of the elements have never been so clear. I can feel those enchanting little sprites around me. The Water Element is comforting me, the Air Element is trying to lift me away, the Earth Element is trying to hold me back, while the Fire Element sprites, those volatile ones, are provoking me..."

"I was wrong last time. Mithril is far from enough. I need some more precious magic-conducting metals. The quality of the flying lizard leather is also not good enough for me..."

"Perhaps I should consider dragons... if I could leave this place..."

It contained blueprints for equipment from the School of the Griffin, as well as records of Geralt Morú's physical changes after the Second Mutation... He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other parchments.

The uncovered areas also feature similar combinations of text and patterns.

After hesitating for a second, Ailin did not look at the blueprints, nor did he even touch them.

If he were in a game in his previous life, he would have been a bit of a collector, and he would have made sure to take a close look at all the blueprints and collect them all for future crafting.

In reality, a Witcher only needs one set of armor; no one would carry extra armor just because the sets have different functions.

A horse's carrying capacity is limited, so it's not a waste.

in addition...

Although there is no explicit restriction that Witchers of the School of the Wolf cannot view School of the Griffin equipment blueprints.

However, there is still an underlying understanding: peeking at someone's blueprints is unethical, and as mentioned above, it is unnecessary.

However, the feelings of Second Mutation that Geralt Morui wrote on the edge of the drawing did attract him, causing his azure pupils to instinctively shrink and gather the dim light.

"Huh~"

He let out a soft "hmm" in his heart.

The center of the parchment on the breastplate, where the pattern is depicted, appears to have some unusual protrusions.

"... on the back of the blueprint... a madman... weapon..."

Ailin murmured to himself.

This is what's written on the back, and the content looks somewhat familiar.

After discerning for a while, he adjusted the word order.

The stun spell has worn off, but the portal is still closed, so I'm still trapped here. Unfortunately, most of my belongings are still in Usar Keep. Without equipment, I can't escape.

I think I'm going to die here.

You took my sword, you took everything that could be used as a weapon. I can only write this letter on the back of the blueprints.

But before I die, I want to tell you one thing: you're a madman, always have been. A cruel, cold-blooded killer. I haven't felt anything for you in a long time, only hatred. I don't want anything to do with you anymore, and I hope one day you will pay for your crimes.

Geralt]

The brushstrokes are powerful and vigorous, penetrating the paper; every stroke is imbued with blood-soaked hatred.

This is a letter that Geralt Morru left for his father in the previous game. I didn't expect it to be written so early.

Geralt Morú comes from the School of the Griffin knights and gentlemen who place great emphasis on etiquette and conduct. For a School of the Griffin Witcher Master to say such things to his own father speaks volumes about the hatred he harbors.

Such intense hatred transcends the relationship between father and son, which is capable of reconciliation. Rather, it is precisely because Thomas Maurice is Geralt's father that Geralt harbors such overwhelming hatred.

Taking advantage of Kaer Morhen's weakness, they broke into the school's compound, the place of their savior, and rescued Thomas Morru.

How could this happen?

It would be better to worry that after Geralt Morú escapes and recovers, his eyes will turn red and he'll storm into the dungeon of the Ancient Sea Fortress and kill Thomas Morú...

"However..." Ailin looked at the raised, mirrored handwriting again and frowned. "Why is there no mention of his mother, Lydia, in Geralt's words?"

"What were you spacing out about?" Ada Emin's voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

Ailin turned around.

The Est of the Bear Bee's Honey in the crystal bottle was half gone. The elven Sorceress plugged the bottle and looked at him with her sea-blue eyes.

After a moment of surprise, Ailin realized that she was referring to the time when she first met Geralt Morui.

He glanced at the School of the Griffin Witcher Master, whose eyes were still tightly closed, hesitated for a second, and asked:

"Ms. Ida Emin, is the Mountain Folk's deity in charge of spring named Gwendoline?"

The elven Sorceress paused, her hand still gripping the cork, and asked in surprise:

"How do you know the holy name of the Daughter of Spring?"

"I don't remember mentioning that just now."

"Indeed, he is an elven deity..." Ailin thought to himself.

That's really interesting.

Ada Emin had recently said that all the gods of the Mountain Folk had perished in that Great Mutation, but now the suffix "Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring" is "Resurrected God"...

Does resurrection mean that Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring, can come back to life?

Or perhaps He never died, but simply used some method to escape the terrifying White Frost.

This isn't just Ailin's wild speculation.

[Title: The Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit, the Daughter of Spring]

[type:?]

[Function:?]

[Note: Neither alive nor dead, you can think of Him as a seed.]

Although the Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit, the Daughter of Spring, is like all panels related to deities, it contains almost no information.

However, the notes given in the Witcher's Handbook's Notes are very ambiguous.

What does it mean to see Him as a seed?

Is it possible that if we find a way to "plant" Him in a certain place, He can grow like a forest and be completely resurrected?

Grass!

They were just lamenting, "If only the gods of the Mountain Folk had left more behind," but they never expected that the gods of the elves would actually be so powerful.

They actually left behind a god!

Moreover, according to Aida Emin, the Daughter of Spring is the oldest seasonal deity, second only to the Sun God and the Moon God.

In the previous Athenian Olympian pantheon, he would have been at least a chief god.

in addition.

Besides its ambiguous notes, the Witcher's Handbook also has an ambiguous attitude towards "the Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit, the Daughter of Spring".

Does the fact that it adds the resurrected soul to the inventory mean that some kind of mark has been placed on the soul of Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring?

Has the Witcher's Handbook already taken control of a god?

Thoughts raced through my mind, countless ideas flashing through my mind in an instant, only to collapse in the blink of an eye.

"For some reason, I saw Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring, and..."

Ailin paused, meeting Ada Emin's skeptical gaze directly. "He seems to still have hope of resurrection..."

Ada Emin froze on the spot.

After a long while, she stared blankly into Ailin's deep blue eyes and repeated, word by word:

"Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring, still has... a chance to be resurrected?!"

Ailin nodded slightly.

A deathly silence.

An unexpected stillness descended upon the empty cave.

He had assumed that Ida Emin, a former priestess, would be excited and overwhelmed by the news, like a little girl, repeatedly asking him to confirm its authenticity.

Unexpectedly, she just stood there blankly, her expression extremely complicated.

But it wasn't that there was no joy; it was just that the joy was haphazardly painted over by emotions such as shame, melancholy, confusion, and fear, making it difficult to see.

for a long time.

"You've found what you're looking for," the elven Sorceress suddenly said, brushing a strand of crimson hair from her forehead and glancing at Geralt Morlu. "And it's not one of the witchers from this School of the Griffin."

Ailin paused for a moment, then nodded frankly. "I did find it."

Another silence followed.

"You're not lying, what you're saying is true." Ada Emin looked dejected.

"You don't seem happy to hear this news," Ailin asked curiously.

"No, I'm not unhappy," Ada Emin shook her head, "I just don't know... I don't know whether I should be happy..."

Her eyes were blank, her gaze unfocused, like a lost child who had forgotten the way home.

She looked at Ailin, but it was as if she were looking behind him, or even through him, gazing into the past.

"Ailin..."

"Ian Siddy grew up under the embrace of the gods, who were to the Mountain Folk what Meritellie was to humanity—no, far more intimate than Meritellie is now..."

"And now..."

Ada Emin paused, then sighed with a complex tone:

"This... is no longer the era of the Mountain Folk..."

Ailin didn't speak; he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Fortunately, he didn't have to feel awkward about the silence for too long.

"Heh..."

A guttural sound suddenly rang out beside the witcher and the elf.

Thomas Morlu, a genius researcher of Second Mutation, and Geralt Morlu, the child of Lydia, an elven priestess who possesses the seed of divine resurrection, are the world's first School of the Griffin Witcher Master to successfully Second Mutation...

He's awake!