You're Quite Impressive!

"Here I am, Ailin!"

"Come on over and have a drink with us!"

As soon as they entered the castle hall, the witcher, with whom they had drunk the night before, invited Ailin to join the midday revelry.

Ailin smiled and shook his head. After exchanging a few polite words, he declined the invitations to a banquet from several witchers.

He was going to the Alchemy Room in the afternoon. Although normal drinks were unlikely to make him drunk, it would be impolite to see the Sorceress while he was tipsy.

Ailin casually picked up a white bread from the long table, drew the dagger from his waist, and sliced the freshly baked, steaming, soft bread in two.

Then he walked to the campfire, cut off a few pieces of meat that were glistening with oil, and sandwiched them between two slices of bread.

"Click~"

Take a bite.

The white bread is sweet and soft, paired with roasted meat that has a crispy crust and a rich fruity aroma.

Carbohydrates, fats, and proteins.

That one bite whetted Ailin's appetite, and he finished a large piece of bread in just a few bites.

Putting aside the Black Boar of the On the Blue Mountains, a loaf of this quality would require at least two Oren.

1 Oren can be exchanged for 100 copper coins.

Two copper coins could buy a large basket of black bread, which was the staple food for ordinary people.

"The School of the Wolf is really rich!"

Ailin wiped the grease from his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

This non-stop feasting will last at least a month.

Soft bread, Black Boar, and expensive wines—she'd eat almost ten handfuls of Elsa in just one month.

How did Vesemir in the game endure the shock of his school's destruction?

Ailin shook his head, finding it hard to believe.

Ailin poured himself a glass of wine to moisten his throat and then prepared to leave.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"Have you finished lunch, Ailin?"

Ailin turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Vesemir, dressed in dark Wolf School Cotton Armor, walked towards him with a smile.

Ailin felt a little guilty.

I had just been thinking about Vesemir's wretched state when Vesemir appeared before me.

So he nodded repeatedly and said, "I've already finished eating. Is there anything else?"

"Come with me after you've finished eating!"

"I forgot to tell you yesterday, the annual meeting of the School of the Wolf's Witcher Master is on the second day of the Trial of the Mountains."

As soon as Vesemir finished speaking, the bustling main hall of the castle fell silent.

Why would the Witcher Master ' routine meeting be related to Ailin, a Witcher who has just passed the Trial of the Mountains?

The question popped into the minds of the dozens of witchers present at the same time, and they answered it themselves at the same moment.

Because Ailin... is also a Witcher Master!

Although it was expected yesterday, when this scene actually happened in front of everyone, no witcher could continue to feast without caring or worrying.

after all.

That's Witcher Master!

That's what countless Witchers strive for their entire lives.

The sudden, deathly silence made Vesemir realize something.

He glanced at the silent, astonished witchers, said nothing more, and pulled Ailin away.

"Squeak~"

The wooden hinges of the wooden door let out a mournful cry.

The Witcher Master left the main castle hall without a sound.

for a long time.

The silence was broken by a sigh:

"Does this wine taste... a little sour?"

The meeting place for the Witcher Master is on the top floor of the main castle.

Because the stairs in the main hall were under repair, Vesemir led Ailin up through another small door outside the main castle.

Along the way.

Vesemir gave a brief introduction to the Witcher Master attending the meeting.

Before today, there were eight Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf, including the Chief.

Those who arrived at Killer Lake ahead of schedule yesterday morning were all the Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf.

Unlike ordinary witchers, most of them return to Kaer Morhen after winter, but a few still travel abroad every year.

When winter arrives, all Witcher Master must return to the Ancient Sea Fortress.

In contrast, the commissions for the masters in the second year were already booked the year before, and most of them were commissions from nobles or town administrators.

Then, plan your route in early winter and travel along the way in spring.

It's simple and convenient, and the employer pays generously and readily.

Ordinary witchers, however, have to go from city to city looking for commissions.

Not only is it troublesome, but the risk of being hacked and having your earnings stolen is also very high.

"Squeak~"

Vesemir pushed open the wooden door, and Ailin followed behind Vesemir, looking into the room.

Ailin had visited the chief's residence once before the trial, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.

However, that time, to warn of the threat from the wizard Ben Ade, he stood outside the door and did not go in.

Dim lighting and gray stone walls are standard features of a castle.

Even during the day, there was a chill in the air.

The chief's residence was not decorated. Upon entering, there was a long corridor with the heads of various large monsters hanging on both sides.

Some of these monsters were ones that Ailin had seen in games in his previous life, but most of them were not.

For example, a giant dragon.

The head was pressed against the door at the end of the passage, seemingly glaring at those who entered.

The giant dragon's head, entirely red and covered in bony protrusions, resembled an abyssal demon wearing a copper mask.

The scales shimmered with a metallic sheen.

The red vertical pupils, covered by a layer of white film, did not diminish the majesty of the true dragon in the slightest.

Even from a great distance, the immense dragon's might still made it difficult for Ailin to move.

According to legends told at the Witcher's table, this dragon has been dead for at least two hundred years.

It's hard to imagine how powerful this creature would be if it were alive.

Even more unimaginable is the unfathomable strength of the Dragon Slayer.

"Da~Da~Da~"

He took a few more steps forward, his steps faltering.

Ailin's forehead was covered in a fine sweat before he finally walked to the heavy iron gate.

He glanced at Vesemir to the side.

Vesemir was completely at ease, as if this were just an ordinary gray stone passageway in a castle.

This caused Ailin's arrogance, stemming from his scheme to hunt down two large monsters, to vanish quietly.

"Take a walk around here more often when you have time; it will be very beneficial for your future."

Vesemir looked at his apprentice with satisfaction and gave him some instructions.

Not all witchers can "pass" through this passage.

Those who were terrified and turned pale yesterday under the intimidation of the King of Ice and the Old Spearhead are definitely not going to make a difference.

Under the dragon's might, Ailin nodded with difficulty.

At Vesemir's prompting, he straightened his posture and opened the door.

"Long——"

A long, black wooden table, designed to seat twelve people and of unknown material, came into Ailin's view with the rumble of the iron gate moving.

The candlelight flickered.

Seven pairs of eerie, vertical pupils of various colors reflected a dangerous, wild gleam as they all looked at Ailin had pushed open the iron gate.

In an instant,

He smelled a very strong rusty odor.

Various monsters screamed and howled in agony.

In a daze, Ailin seemed to hear the roars of the Old Spearhead and the Drowners King.

When I came to my senses again, a deep, aged voice rang out from ahead.

"Master Ailin!"

"You're very good!"

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