Smack! Smack!

"Um?"

Seeing Mary trembling, Ailin scratched his head in confusion.

Is this tears of joy?

Or are you so excited you're shaking?

"You don't need to..."

Before Ailin could finish speaking, Mary interrupted him loudly.

"Yes, I'll use it!"

The girl's shrill voice suddenly exploded in his ear, making his head buzz.

If you're going to use it, then use it. Why are you making such a loud noise?

Ailin shook his head speechlessly, looking Mary up and down while pondering what to exchange.

His peripheral vision caught sight of several bottles of Essence Fluid on the table, and a thought flashed through his mind. He said:

"Here's what we'll do: once you've learned this refining method, just make me twenty bottles of this kind of potion every day."

"How about we set the deadline for the spring equinox?"

Mary breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The Soul Moon is only halfway through, and the Spring Equinox is just over a hundred days away.

For three months, he was only given twenty bottles of magic potion each day.

However, they were able to learn the secret art of alchemy that even Lady Vesemir admired.

This is totally worth it!

Ailin also felt it was worth it, since it was such a waste of time to spend every day preparing Essence Fluid for Huus, Bont, and Fred.

This is especially unbearable when such behavior is just for show, and the inventory is overflowing with Drowner Heart Essence Fluid.

Moreover, Mary set a precedent by helping to concoct potions.

Can't other witchers ask her for help with the potions they need?

As she thought about it, Ailin's smile grew even kinder and gentler.

He explained it to Mary and the Sorceress in detail three times.

The Sorceress understood it after the first listen, while Mary only nodded blankly on the third listen.

By the time I finished the lecture, the moon was high in the sky.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ailin brewed two more bottles of Cat Eye Potion, then put them away along with fifteen bottles of Essence Fluid and prepared to leave.

"Pfft~"

A foul, burnt smell wafted from my side.

Ailin looked over.

The dark purple heart was covered with irregular scorch marks.

The four petals of the crown are arranged in the middle, like a squid approaching an enemy in the sea.

It exhaled rings of acrid, foul-smelling black smoke onto Mary's face.

This is the fourth water ghost heart that Mary has ruined.

Ailin glanced at it briefly and found that the problem was due to not controlling the efficiency of the magic input to the carving knife. More practice would solve the problem.

But Lady Mary clearly didn't think so.

After failing, she placed the tray containing more than a dozen water ghost hearts in front of her and carefully selected them one by one, choosing the ones with the most beautiful and attractive shapes and setting them aside.

It's as if she failed to refine the Essence Fluid because the water ghost's heart was too deformed.

It's like saying that as long as you pick a good-looking one, you're guaranteed success.

Ailin ignored her and turned her head to look at the windowsill.

The Sorceress, slender and delicate, rested her right arm on the white marble windowsill.

The moonlight gently caressed her jade-like, snow-white skin, and a soft, clear glow emanated from her well-proportioned figure.

The legendary Moon God seems to be nothing special.

"Lady Vesemir, I have something to tell you, you can speak with..."

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

"Smack!"

Flesh collides with flesh.

Mary's entire face was buried directly into the foul-smelling heart of the water ghost.

Seeing this, Ailin hesitated, then stammered, "... Could you come out with me for a bit..."

"Let's say it here."

"OK."

Out of a sense of duty, Ailin carefully pulled Mary from the blood and flesh and gently placed her on the table before saying:

"Does Lady Vesemir know any elf friends?"

"It has happened before."

Ailin asked curiously, "Was it like that before? And what about now?"

"It's gone now," the Sorceress recalled. "Back then I was young, and in the war between elves and humans, I could only choose one side."

After a pause, she didn't mince words and continued:

"I killed my elf friend with my own hands, right there on the battlefield."

"I have never made friends with elves since then."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Vesemir waved her hand, interrupting Ailin's apology:

"No need to apologize, I know what you mean."

"You want me to ask the elves what Haxor is looking for, right?"

Lady Vesemir and the Chief were indeed prepared... Ailin nodded and said:

"Yes. I think this could be a breakthrough point. Perhaps we can see Haxor's true attitude towards us. If things don't go well, we can try to form an alliance with the elves."

"An alliance is impossible, and it's also difficult to gather information." Vesemir shook her head. "Elves are Long-lived race. Shaer Lavhed was destroyed by the elves after its defeat, and it's only been a hundred years."

"There are very few elves who trust humans now."

"Especially in Kedwen."

"When humans discover elves, one of them will surely die."

"Not even a Witcher?" Ailin asked.

"Aren't witchers human?" the Sorceress asked expressionlessly.

Ailin paused for a moment, nodded thoughtfully, then bid farewell to the Sorceress and walked out the door.

"Ailin".

A cool female voice came from behind, and Ailin turned around at the sound.

"If one day... the scene in your dream comes true, I will take you with me."

Ailin was stunned for a moment, then felt a warm glow in her heart.

"Thank you, Lady Vesemir."

"However, if possible, I would like to live on with my fellow members of the School of the Wolf."

Ailin nodded slightly in thanks and turned to leave.

"Squeak~"

The Alchemy Room door was closed.

After a long while.

Someone stood in the darkness and sighed softly.

The next morning.

"Smack!"

After the two sticks, one long and one short, collided, the short stick quickly spun around, while the long stick stubbornly stuck to it.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three rapid, consecutive strikes, the long stick swiftly hitting the center of the short stick.

Despite its powerful and heavy force, it was ineffective.

The short stick simply tilts slightly inward after being subjected to force, thus dissipating the force.

Immediately following, he retreated to gather momentum, then stepped forward and thrust with his club.

In the blink of an eye, the short stick hovered around a person's neck, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with his tense emotions.

"Ailin, the gap between us is really widening."

Fred, who had just fought Ailin, took a close look at Ailin, sighed, and placed the wooden stick on the side of the training field.

He fought with all his might, but Ailin's forehead wasn't even damp with sweat.

It makes people feel powerless and frustrated.

The battle ended, and the two people who had been standing outside came over.

"Fred, I told you long ago, Ailin is a monster. Why did you have to compare yourself to him of all people?"

Bont walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a water pouch.

Fred took the water pouch, took a small sip to moisten his throat, and nodded involuntarily, saying:

"Yes, Ailin is indeed a monster."

Hearing this, Ailin shook his head helplessly.

The fight we just had was proposed by Fred.

After drinking five bottles of the Essence Fluid, his fighting spirit soared.

He kept pestering Ailin for ages, insisting on having a fight with him to see the difference in skill level.

If it weren't for Ailin's consideration for Fred's strong sense of pride, she could have knocked him down with the first blow.

"Cough cough~"

Seeing that Fred had calmed down from the fierce battle, Ailin cleared his throat and said:

"During the Spring Equinox, there will be an Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat. Would you like to participate?"

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