Silver Sword, Drawn
Huus, Bont, and Fred were taken aback.
Before they could speak, Ailin continued on her own:
"If you are willing to participate, the school will give each of you 100 Oren, plus the school's standard silver sword and Cotton Armor."
"However, this inter-school combat tournament is hosted by King Kedwen, and it is no safer than the Trial of the Mountains."
"In some ways, it is even more dangerous than the Trial of the Mountains."
The three men looked at each other, puzzled, after hearing this long speech. Finally, Huus stepped forward and asked, with a question in his mind:
Don't you want us to go?
Ailin shook his head, glanced at them, and said:
"I just wanted to make the dangers of the fighting tournament clear in advance."
"Are you going, Ailin?" Fred asked.
"I'm definitely going," Ailin said.
Or rather, he had no choice but to go; he had to see for himself what the King of Kedwen was really like.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Ailin was also going.
Huus glanced at Bont and Fred, and said confidently, "There's nothing to say, we'll definitely go!"
"Yes! 100 Oren plus a silver sword and equipment, I wonder how many quests I would have to take on to accumulate that much money." Bont chimed in, his face filled with longing as he thought of the school's rewards.
Fred, full of fighting spirit, said, "If we can't beat Ailin, are we sure we can't beat those scumbags from the School of the Cat?"
Immediately, the crowd below the south tower was filled with fervor.
It was as if Huus and his companions had already defeated the School of the Cat's apprentices and won the Apprentice Combat Tournament.
Although he had expected it, Ailin was still touched by the trust that Huus, Bont, and Fred placed in him.
"Alright, let's prepare well these next few days."
"At the spring equinox, we will definitely be able to crush those scoundrels of the School of the Cat."
After informing them about the martial arts tournament, Ailin gave them some pointers on swordsmanship, then bid farewell to Hughes others and headed out of the castle.
Before leaving, he casually gave Fred, the strongest of the three, an assessment.
Name: Fred
[Attributes: Strength 8.3 (+0.5), Agility 9.4, Constitution 11.3 (+1), Perception 12.1, Mysticism 7]
Fred's strength is clearly a level above Huus'.
Ailin also received a small surprise from Fred's panel.
When the attribute is increased to 10 points or more, the effect of using the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid will not decrease.
When Ailin used the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid, the boost to her attributes quickly diminished after they exceeded ten points.
He thought it was because his attributes were too high.
It now seems that high attributes might reduce its effectiveness, but it should be that after a certain number of uses, the body develops antibodies and fully adapts to the Essence Fluid.
But before that number of times, no matter how high the attributes are, you should be able to get a complete upgrade.
so,
"Could the Heart Essence Fluid Lesser Monsters's heart also be effective against a demon hunter like Vesemir, whose attributes are already very high?"
Ailin lowered his head in thought and walked out of the castle.
He didn't notice that as he left, Huus, Bont, and Fred all slowly stopped training.
They watched Ailin's figure grow smaller and smaller as it receded into the distance.
"Is Ailin about to head out of Kaer Morhen again to hunt monsters?" Bont asked, watching the direction Ailin was heading.
Huus didn't turn around, but asked instead, "Where else does this road lead?"
"But didn't we just pass the trial?" Bont scratched the back of his head. "We worked so hard to improve our strength before the Trial of the Mountains so that we wouldn't die in it, but why did we do that after the trial?"
"Didn't Ailin just say that?" Fred interjected.
"Say what?"
Fred and Huus turned around at the sound, looked at Bont with puzzled expressions, and said:
"Didn't you hear what Ailin just said? He said that the fighting tournament organized by the King is extremely dangerous, even more dangerous than the Trial of the Mountains."
"He should be preparing for the fighting tournament now."
"Huh? I didn't notice." A clear smile appeared on Bont's face.
"Then why did you agree just now?"
"There are only four of us who have just become Witchers. We can't let Ailin go alone."
Bont's logic was very clear, and he continued:
"He saved my life during the Trial of the Mountains."
"No matter how strong Ailin is, we can't let him face those despicable Little Wild Cats alone."
Huus and Fred exchanged a glance and nodded vigorously when they heard this.
"Then let's get back to training, lest we become a burden to Ailin."
Huus looked at the spot where Ailin's figure had disappeared and said firmly.
Killer Lake.
With more than twenty days to go until the winter solstice, the On the Blue Mountains are already freezing cold due to their high altitude.
Although the crystal-clear Killer Lake was not frozen, a thin layer of ice had formed on the edges of the lake.
"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"
The sound of snow being trampled broke the tranquility of the place.
Ailin breathed out a soft breath.
The warm white mist condensed into frost the moment it was exhaled, slowly drifting away and dissipating.
He opened the Witcher's Handbook with his mind and flipped to the quest log.
[Hunting Quest: Foglet I (0/100 Foglet killed)]
[Activate Hunting Quest: Water Ghost II (Kill 0/500 Water Ghosts)]
[Quest: Summon I (Collect Rock Troll Blood 0/20)]
To quickly and efficiently improve your strength, completing tasks is definitely the fastest way.
Looking at the tasks in the taskbar, it becomes clear what Ailin needs to do next.
Kill water ghosts, kill Foglet, and bring warmth to Big Stone, Broken Stone, and Little Stone.
To put it simply, it's about following the path of the Trial of the Mountains and fighting your way up to the Circle of Elements.
"Let's choose the left bank of Killer Lake as our route!"
Ailin glanced at both sides of Killer Lake and walked towards the left bank.
"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"
It must be said that this snowy environment is very unfriendly to Ailin.
Low temperatures are not conducive to the spread of odors.
Although the white snow may leave the monster's footprints, they are difficult to distinguish from a distance.
therefore.
Even with both Tracking skills used simultaneously, it took Ailin nearly an hour to find his first prey in the forest near the lake shore.
"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"
Despite Ailin's best efforts to slow down, the snow would still betray his location.
fortunately,
He must have been discovered by a group of water ghosts.
"Croak~ Croak~"
Listening to the approaching cries of the monster.
As magic flowed within Ailin's body, he slightly bent his thumb and forefinger and drew a triangle in the air in front of him.
Quen Sign.
A pale golden light flashed across the brown leather armor.
The snow was slippery and made movement difficult, so Ailin leaned against a thick, dead tree, ready for battle.
"Croak~ Croak~ Croak~"
The cacophony of the water ghosts' cries was indistinguishable in number.
The familiar stench of decay wafted on the wind.
"Clang—"
A beautiful, soft murmur.
The silver sword is drawn.
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