Full Yet?

There were only two treasure chests, and they contained small monsters like the Foglet.

Ailin didn't bother with any rituals; he simply activated it with his mind.

[Ding! Foglet Chest *2 opened]

Two beams of light, one white and one blue, flashed by.

"It's so-so, at least it's not all white."

The Witcher apprentice consoled himself, waiting for the light to fade.

[Received: Experience Orbs *1, Fog Bead *1]

Um?

Fog Bead?

Out of curiosity, Ailin quickly clicked on the introduction.

[Name: Fog Bead]

[Type: Disposable Item]

[Function: Crushing the Fog Bead creates a dense fog illusion]

[Note: Dense fog is not always caused by water vapor.]

"Well."

The Witcher apprentice sighed.

Although it was of blue quality, judging from the name alone, he thought it was the kind of item that could make him melt into white mist.

The result was that it could only produce a dense fog illusion...

Etc!

phantom...

The Witcher apprentice lowered his head in thought.

When I connected with the spirit of the Mirage Pearl just now, the white mist I saw did seem to have thinned out.

Ailin looked up.

After the two Foglet were killed, the thickness of the surrounding fog decreased by at least one-third.

So the dense fog that appears when the Foglet appears is actually a combination of two skills?

One summons real fog, the other simulates an illusion of fog?

"If it's an illusion..."

The Witcher apprentice subconsciously touched the mirage bead hidden on his chest.

"Perhaps this Fog Bead could have a miraculous effect under special circumstances?"

After opening the treasure chest, Ailin decided to go all the way and also used the Heart Essence Fluid of the two Foglet.

After using the Essence Fluid, the Witcher Apprentice only felt a slight moistness in his throat.

It seemed as if he had swallowed a cloud of mist.

A moment later, my body felt a slight warmth, and all my fatigue disappeared.

The effect of the Essence Fluid was not very noticeable.

"So, my attributes were just too high after all?"

Ailin sighed, somewhat nostalgic for the Drowners King's rage.

The mind jumps to the properties panel.

Name: Ailin

[Level: 20]

[HP: 100%, Stamina: 240/240, MP: 230/230]

[Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 17 (+2), Constitution 24, Perception 17, Mysticism 23 (+1)]

Huh?

The two Essence Fluid actually increased three attribute points.

Based on the sensation just now, Ailin thought it wouldn't even add a little bit.

What a pleasant surprise!

Especially the mysterious attribute—you can never have too much of it.

"It seems it's time to shift our hunting focus to the Foglet," Ailin thought.

Leave the Foglet's corpse here for now, we'll deal with it after the trial.

The Witcher apprentice walked thoughtfully toward the Water Ghost Lake.

As he walked, he reflected on the hunt he had just completed.

During the battle, what impressed him most was the sword strike that landed in the mist.

"Why did that Foglet suddenly appear, and look like it was in great pain, when it clearly didn't hit its prey?" Ailin wondered.

Is it because of the silver sword?

Or is it because of the Necrophage Oil?

Along the narrow lakeside.

The three apprentices stood where Ailin had instructed them, looking at the opposite bank with worried expressions.

"Huus, do we really not need to go to the other side to help Ailin?"

Bont turned and asked, "The voice disappeared. How could four people be stronger than one?"

"Ailin will be fine. Master Vesemir said he was a born witcher."

Huus frowned, his expression clearly not as reassured as he had said.

After a pause, he continued:

"We just need to do what Ailin says... do what he says and don't do anything unnecessary."

Huus was certainly not oblivious to the remarkable progress his only friend had made in the past few months.

He was spurred on and chased after her, but he couldn't even see Ailin's heels.

Therefore, Huus felt...

If you can't help Ailin, at least don't become a burden to him.

None of them were familiar with the Foglet, and rushing over would only become a weakness for Ailin.

and.

"Ailin is stronger than all of us, what he says must be true..."

As Huus turned to try and dissuade the two apprentices again, he suddenly saw Bont's eyes light up as he raised his hands and waved them incessantly.

then.

Huus turned around abruptly.

The thick fog gradually dissipated under the morning sun.

Across the water, a tall figure slowly walked towards them, hidden among the trees.

"I knew Ailin could do it... I knew Ailin could do it..."

Huus was so excited he almost jumped up, proudly showing off to the other two apprentices as if he had been the one who had defeated the monster.

Ailin also saw the three people on the other side of the river. Seeing the genuine joy on their faces, Erin felt a warmth in his heart.

His goal in this Trial of the Mountains was not just to pass.

He also wanted to bring the other apprentices back safely.

Realistically speaking, these three apprentices who are most familiar with him will become his first batch of core members in the School of the Wolf.

They trust him now, have been through thick and thin with him, and have formed an emotional bond with him. They will most likely support him in the future.

Besides, we've been together for a month.

Who could remain unmoved by these apprentices struggling for their own destiny?

Even Huus, after shaking off the influence of the mushroom soup, worked very hard.

After the "main course," he trained even harder than the competitive Fred.

Thinking it over, he reached out and beckoned them all back to the lake to gather.

"Splash~ Splash~"

Huus swam over first, leaving Fred and the others half a body behind.

"Ailin, I knew you could do it!"

Ailin smiled and nodded.

"Is that the Foglet?" Fred swam over as well.

"They are two Foglet," Ailin replied.

"Wow!"

"Ailin, you're amazing!"

The Witcher apprentices' surprise was always so genuine, and even their praise was straightforward.

But Ailin likes this kind of straightforward approach.

This instantly erased his frustration at failing to open the treasure chest.

After briefly recounting what had happened and receiving another wave of praise and envy, they continued swimming towards the cave.

Nothing unexpected happened during the rest of the journey.

After consuming eight more bottles of Killer Whale, Ailin led the other apprentices to the end of Killer Lake.

The cave of the Cyclops's Old Spearhead.

"Splash~ Splash~"

The splashing sound gradually subsided.

The three of them walked out of the Ghost Lake one after another.

After the incident with the Foglet, Ailin noticed that Huus seemed particularly active, talking quietly to the other apprentices the whole way.

They were nothing like the silent and cautious people they were when they first entered Killer Lake.

As a result, the other apprentices gradually became more active.

Patting the water off his body, Ailin's magic flowed through his body.

Steam rose from his body, and after a moment the outer leather armor was mostly dried out.

This is a special usage of the Igni Sign at LV2 level.

He also taught it to a few apprentices, but seeing their envious looks, he knew they hadn't really learned it.

While Ailin was still casting spells to dry the clothes, the other apprentices chatted quietly about Xiaotian, encouraging each other.

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir said so a few days ago."

"After the weather gets cold, Old Spearhead will only come out to hunt once every three or four days; the rest of the time he's sleeping!"

While listening to Huus and the others chat, Ailin controlled the magic power within his body.

At first, he listened attentively and relaxed, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something seemed off.

"Old Spearhead is out hunting, what is he hunting?" Ailin suddenly asked.

The chatter abruptly stopped as the apprentices exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why Ailin had asked that question.

Finally, Huus weakly said, "It should be a water ghost, right?"

Ailin finally realized what was wrong.

More than ten days ago.

The Sorceress wiped out the water demons of Killer Lake.

Even though some more water ghosts have come these past few days.

Has Old Spearhead really eaten his fill?

If the Old Spearhead wasn't full...

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