Ailin Was Going to Be Cut Down?

When are you going to inform Ailin and the others about the Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat?

The chief was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, glanced at Ailin was reveling and drinking, and said:

"Tomorrow then, at least let them party all night tonight."

Vesemir nodded slightly to her fair, smooth chin and said nothing more.

The two of them leaned against each other in the corner, in the darkness that the campfire could not illuminate.

Looking at him, watching over him.

Time flew by amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts.

The flames from the campfire grew weary and quietly waned, no longer reaching half their initial height.

In the dim firelight, the long table reflected the golden glow of grease.

Only the Black Boar of the On the Blue Mountains can roast their fat to such a color under the scorching flames.

Unlike ordinary wild boars, this Black Boar doesn't need many seasonings; the roasted meat will naturally exude a fruity aroma.

Unfortunately, by then only glistening bones remained on the long table; not a trace of pork was left.

"Bang! Bang!"

The large wooden glasses clinked together, filling the air with the aroma of malt liquor.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"

After finishing the fine wine, the demon hunters planned to go back to sleep.

"Let's go... let's go... Ailin... let's go back to the apprentices' quarters..."

Hughes, slurring his words, urged Ailin to leave with him.

"No need to go back to the dormitory."

Vesemir stopped the four men.

"You are official Witchers, you can choose a room in the main castle."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"If you don't have anything to take, you can come with me now."

Hughes and his team were stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then became excited.

Do you have your own room?

Yes, they are now official Witchers and no longer need to share a large house with others.

For the first time, Hughes, Bont, and Fred had the real feeling that "I really have become a Witcher".

Even though they had just attended a banquet that only witchers could enter, they didn't feel this way.

In an instant, it was as if I were reborn.

They instinctively looked at Ailin.

It was this person who shared the Killer Whale Potion with them, and then hunted down the Foglet alone, helping them cross Killer Lake.

Then they lured Old Spearhead away for them and even told them about the Rock Troll's personality beforehand...

Although the result wasn't very good...

But it was thanks to Ailin that they passed the Trial of the Mountains almost unscathed.

Hughes, Bont, and Fred were filled with gratitude.

Seeing their expressions, Ailin smiled and patted the three of them on the shoulder, saying:

"Let's go, Witcher."

"Let's go see our new home together."

Kaer Morhen is a castle.

Castles were typically used by nobles to defend their territories, expand their domains, and control local areas.

Its military defensive function outweighs its residential function.

Therefore, the construction of every castle is due to the fact that the builder has an imaginary enemy in mind.

On the way to their lodgings with Vesemir, Ailin glanced at the towering black walls around them, and a question suddenly popped into his mind.

Who was the hypothetical enemy of the founders of Kaer Morhen?

Is it a monster?

Thinking of this, Ailin felt a pang of sadness.

Even such a formidable fortress as the Ancient Sea Fortress was ultimately destroyed during the Battle of Kaer Morhen.

He could have fooled himself by saying the world was different, since even the core prophecy of the Elder Blood saving the world had been changed.

Moreover, the potions, Sword Oil, signs, and even the characters involved are all different.

At least important figures like Vesemir and the Chief should be mentioned in the background of the game and novel, even if they are dead, but he has absolutely no recollection of them.

On the other hand, characters like Vesemir do exist; in the library, he also saw some important figures from the game novels.

This made Ailin feel that the history of the Witcher world as he knew it seemed to be somewhere between reliable and unreliable.

Therefore, although Ailin remained vigilant, he still harbored some wishful thinking.

The defense of Kaer Morhen may never have happened.

until...

The wizard of Ban Ade arrived with the king's decree.

His curiosity about Kaer Morhen went beyond the duty of a king's envoy.

"So who exactly is the enemy of the School of the Wolf?"

"A court wizard? Ban Aard Academy? The Wizarding Council? Or the King of Kedwen? A nobleman from the northern kingdoms?"

"Or perhaps, there isn't just one enemy?"

Ailin sighed inwardly.

It was this sense of crisis, that made him willing to do anything, even lie, to put the chief on high alert.

Ailin feared that one day he would wake up to a fireball and Kaer Morhen suddenly gone from his sleep.

"There is still too little information."

Ailin sighed again, but then immediately thought that his title of Witcher Master was not far off.

Having the title of "master" elevates one's status within the school of thought, and one will certainly obtain more crucial intelligence.

At least it won't be like last time when Ailin tattled to the chief, where he was just spouting out seemingly true but actually false information without getting any information from the chief at all.

"Alright, we've arrived."

Vesemir's voice interrupted Ailin's thoughts. He looked up at the sound, paused for a moment, and asked:

"Um?"

"Isn't this the west tower?"

Vesemir nodded and said:

"This is indeed the west tower."

After a pause, his expression turned somewhat strange. He lowered his voice and said:

"It was Lady Vesemir suggested it, and the Chief, for certain reasons, also agreed to give you the top floor of the tower, which used to be the residence of the School Head wizard."

Upon hearing this, Ailin's expression also became somewhat strange.

If he remembers correctly, that should be where the Witcher 3 storyline begins.

Seeing the hesitation in Ailin's expression, Vesemir assumed he was worried about the rumors and comforted him:

"With your talent and the title of Witcher Master, you don't need to worry about anyone gossiping."

Ordinary witchers might not know this, but as a member of the School of the Wolf of Witcher Master, Vesemir felt that Ailin was qualified to live there simply because of the Killer Whale Potion.

Moreover, there are also the Drowner Whistle and the Ice Lance Spell.

The wizards of the old school were not so kind; they were only responsible for maintaining the Trial of Grasses for their apprentices and would not develop suitable potions, tools and signs specifically for witchers.

Ailin nodded, offered no explanation, bid farewell to Hughes and the others who looked reluctant to leave, and then stepped onto the stairs.

He was very familiar with this tower; in fact, aside from the apprentices' dormitory, it was the place Ailin visited most often.

The tower has three floors; the second floor is the Alchemy Room, and the third floor is Ailin's new home.

Considering that it was already late at night, and that the Drowners King and Old Spearhead's Heart Essence Fluid had been waiting for him for quite some time.

Ailin did not stop in the Alchemy Room on the second floor, but went straight to the third floor.

"Squeak~"

The exquisitely carved wooden door was opened.

"Huh!"

A gasp of surprise.

The familiar room layout wasn't what shocked Ailin.

What truly surprised Ailin was the obviously expensive red cashmere rug with lace trim, the various silver-framed oil paintings hanging on the walls, the silk curtains fluttering in the breeze, and...

The air is filled with a faint scent of oranges mixed with the fresh aroma of cardamom.

Ailin stared blankly at everything in sight, muttering to himself:

"I... I won't be killed by the Chief with a single sword before the School of the Wolf's destruction is achieved, will I?"

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