The School of the Wolf Was About to Fall

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound.

Sitting in the first seat to the right of the chief, the white-haired Witcher Master smiled at him, but the satisfaction in his eyes made Ailin feel uneasy.

He called out "Master Ailin" but his tone was condescending.

He's not like Vesemir or the Chief, who have done him any favors. Why should he speak to him in this tone?

Why...

No, why would I think that?

Ailin frowned; he felt something was amiss.

At this moment.

A refreshing sensation rushed into his mind, purifying some of the hazy, cluttered thoughts and clearing his mind.

"It's a mirage pearl!" Ailin thought to himself.

So, there really was a problem!

The Witcher Master only said one sentence, but his emotions fluctuated wildly.

Moreover, as a newcomer, shouldn't you be happy to be cared for and praised by the senior members of the organization as soon as you join a group?

"Why have I become so... so arrogant?" Ailin wondered.

Yes!

It's arrogance!

Once the source of the emotional distress was identified, the remaining frustration and unease in my heart vanished instantly.

"As expected of Master Ailin, apart from the chief, you are the Witcher who recovered from the influence of the Voice of Glory the fastest among us."

The Witcher Master's smile, now adorned with gray hair, seemed even more genuine.

"The Voice of Glory?" Ailin asked curiously.

The Witcher Master patiently explained:

"Yes, the Voice of Glory. It's a magical artifact from the Witcher Conclave that can manifest the glory of a Witcher."

"The side effect is that it can make people arrogant, but in our opinion, this effect is sometimes more practical."

"It will help you understand yourself."

Ailin seemed to be deep in thought.

A witcher's glory lies in the powerful monsters he hunts, no wonder he heard the voices of the Drowners King and the Old Spearhead.

so.

This should be the final step in the School of the Wolf's test to Witcher Master qualification.

Can it be a magical item?

Why isn't his Wolf Emblem reacting?

Ailin instinctively touched his chest.

"School Emblem are not a panacea."

"There are many ways to bypass the detection equipment."

A cool female voice rang out, and Ailin looked in the direction of the sound.

The Sorceress, leaning against the shadows, nodded slightly when he looked over and continued explaining:

"Here, all magical items except for the Voice of Glory will be disabled."

But my mirage pearl still works just the same!

Ailin thought to himself.

Are the magical spirits unaffected?

But the Wolf Emblem is also a magical spirit, so why isn't it working?

Although some doubts arose in my mind instantly, some questions were clearly not suitable to be asked here.

then.

He glanced gratefully at Lady Vesemir, then looked at the empty seats, preparing to ask for his seat.

Although it's unclear why the Sorceress is standing there, since the Witcher Master allowed Ailin to enter, there must be a place for him here.

Smack!

Seeing this, Vesemir patted Ailin on the shoulder, gesturing for him to sit down next to Dante.

After the two took their seats, the routine meeting of the School of the Wolf masters began.

As the meeting progressed, Ailin gradually gained a deeper understanding of the School of the Wolf.

Contrary to the image of a tightly organized armed group that they had imagined when they first arrived in this world, the School of the Wolf is not a tightly knit organization.

The school's main functions are to train apprentices to participate in trials, help witchers who have accidentally lost their combat abilities, and contact kings and nobles to obtain gifts.

It does not involve combat functions such as accepting monster requests or organizing monster raids.

Kaer Morhen is simply a place where witchers band together for warmth.

Once a Witcher has passed the trials, he becomes a free individual.

You can stay with the school of thought, or you can leave.

Even within the school, there is no hierarchy among its members; instead, they are bound together by feelings such as friendship and teacher-student relationships.

Of course, Witchers rarely resist the school's arrangements.

So the meeting lasted for about an hour, and there was no information that Ailin was interested in. Instead, it was all about trivial matters such as money and expenses.

These things are certainly very important to an organization, but they do nothing to change the fate of the School of the Wolf in the short term.

Moreover, these things really had nothing to do with him, a man who had just become Witcher Master.

"Hoo~ Ha~ Hoo~ Ha~"

A thunderous snore suddenly broke out.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Master Dante was already lying on the table, his back rising and falling, fast asleep.

Ailin, who was in a daze during the meeting, then realized that only four people at the long table were awake.

The chief, Vesemir, Ailin, and the gray-haired old witcher White.

Vesemir's eyes were vacant, as if he were lost in thought.

Ailin's condition was similar before.

White was in charge of the School of the Wolf's financial income and expenditure, and was the liaison.

In reality, only the chief was truly listening.

Ailin glanced at the chief, whose expression remained unchanged, seemingly unsurprised by the situation.

"It seems that even in the Mortal World, meetings are always boring and tedious."

Ailin thought to herself.

Listening to the snoring all around him, he even felt a little sleepy.

until...

"My lord, King Kedwen's gift money from last year was already delayed for a long time, and this year's has not been delivered yet. Is there a problem?"

Hmm? King Kedwen?

Ailin immediately perked up and listened intently.

"The king's gift money is not coming!"

The chief said calmly.

He glanced at the engrossed Ailin, then scanned his surroundings.

Witcher Master have all sorts of bizarre sleeping positions.

After raising his hand to stop White from asking a question, the chief sighed, made a gesture with his right hand at an almost imperceptible speed, and then gently tapped the long table.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The long table began to vibrate at an extremely high frequency in an instant.

The loud buzzing sound made Ailin feel his bones vibrating along with the long table.

"Is this the Alde Sign?"

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Ailin couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Although the chief's gestures were quick, they were not indistinguishable.

But isn't the Alde Sign only able to emit one shockwave forward?

This... this seal doesn't even have the slightest vibration attribute, does it?

And the gentle tapping motion, so understated yet so fluid.

How did you do that?

"These are Alde Sign, just some unorthodox and meaningless little applications!"

A cold, mocking female voice came from the corner.

The chief smiled helplessly upon hearing this, without refuting it.

The tedious meeting almost made Ailin forget that the Sorceress was still there.

After a moment of shock, Ailin refocused his thoughts on the chief's words.

"The king's gift money won't arrive, so the defense of Kaer Morhen was led by King Kedwen?"

"No, there isn't enough information to make a decision yet."

As Ailin touched his chin with his right hand and lowered his head in deep thought, the Witcher Master woke up one after another.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, they all looked at the chief.

This method of awakening can only be achieved by the Chief of the School of the Wolf.

The chief's expression was solemn. After glancing at Ailin, he said seriously:

"Gentlemen, the School of the Wolf is doomed!"

Witcher Master: "Huh?"

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