Generally speaking, the warlocks who voluntarily stay at Kaer Morhen, except for Alchemy, have low attainments in other areas and come here because they know that there is no hope of promotion in terms of strength.
In addition to these two people, Ruiwen and the eight warlocks, there is also a warlock apprentice shared by the three schools, called Alexander.
Dick Just remembered this name, and felt some disgust in my heart.
This Alexander usually likes to deceive others. He does not have a good attitude towards demon hunters with a withdrawn personality like his original self, and he also likes to bully inexperienced demon hunters.
However, he is not very strong. He is only able to stay at Kaer Morhen because he is hard-working and willing to do dirty work.
"Those two, let's say goodbye. We've been traveling all day today and it's getting dark now. We have to go back and rest quickly. By the way, we can give the cerebrospinal fluid to my master Master." Harden said again.
"Okay, we still have two days before we can move to another post. Goodbye."
After saying hello, the two continued to mount their horses and move forward.
Looking up again, you can already see with the naked eye the towering small town standing on a mountain. Witcher Order's base Kaer Morhen has arrived.
The two led their horses across a spacious stone bridge, and then walked into the open city gate. The field directly in front of them was very lively. Dozens of School of the Grizzly Bear demon hunters were wrestling with their upper bodies naked. A group of people around them cheered;
I also saw several School of the Coyote demon hunters on the entrance road on the city wall, wielding tools to repair the damaged areas of the city wall.
When they heard someone coming in at the door, they turned around and glanced cheerfully as a greeting.
On the other end, there is an open room near the city wall. Inside, two demon hunters are wielding steel hammers and forging weapons. One of them is missing his right arm, and the other has a steel rod attached to the lower part of his left leg.
Dick knows that these are crippled demon hunters who were injured while fighting monsters in previous years and barely survived. They will no longer go out to hunt monsters in the future, but will become Kaer Morhen's logistics staff.
Continuing to dig deeper, there were two more young demon hunters who were obviously School of the Coyote, who were in their early eleven or twelve years old, holding horses for the two of them. They also asked Dick about their experiences outside.
Dick thought for a while, took out some Kelang and some take-out delicacies from his pocket and handed them to the two of them.
The two little demon hunters happily took it and looked at Dick with even more affectionate eyes.
Then the two of them walked directly towards the main fortress in the center of Kaer Morhen, which was tens of meters high... and the two-story fortress on the right, which was seven or eight meters high. That was their exclusive fortress of School of the Lynx.
Entering the hall, Harden looked at Dick: "We School of the Lynx's Trial of the Grasses will start immediately. Now I am going to the basement to give Forktail's brain and spinal cord to Master. Do you want to go down and have a look?"
"No need."
Dick doesn't want to see Master, out of sight, out of mind, this is one of them;
Secondly, he instinctively dislikes Trial of the Grasses, because he knows that children who have taken Grasses Decoction and have needles inserted all over their bodies have to endure seven days of pain due to physical changes;
Although Ruiwen will always take care of it in the basement and use magic to guide the direction of mutation, but after seven days, basically no one will survive.
The success rate of School of the Lynx Trial of the Grasses is really too low.
"Well, you can go back to your room and rest first."
Dick nodded, and then followed his memory to a room on the second floor. After tidying up, he ate some food alone and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I washed up and came to the living room, but I saw a few demon hunters in the center of the living room, cheap master Master, second senior brother Harden, and third senior brother Russell.
"Dick, I wanted to have a drink with you last night, but you went to bed too early. Come over for dinner." Russell greeted warmly.
Dick nodded, glanced at Master, and forced a smile to say hello.
Master didn't say anything, his face was as cold as frost, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
Russell also seemed to feel the tension in the relationship between Dick and Master. He wanted to speak several times during the meal, but seeing both of them lowering their heads and not speaking, he finally chose not to speak.
After the meal, Dick planned to go to the main castle to return Ivan's relics. Of course, he would keep his silver sword for himself.
Although Vesemir is not here now, the warlocks of School of the Coyote are still there, and at fixed times every day, the warlocks or leaders of the three sects will gather together. At that time, he will tell the story about Ivan. As for the impact of this incident, it will be decided by the superiors.
After all, whatever position you occupy comes with responsibility. I am just an ordinary demon hunter, and I will not take more responsibilities on myself.
Seeing Dick getting up to leave, Master actually smiled and said:
"Dick, in 6 days, you may have a new junior brother. Why don't you go to the underground laboratory first to see how they perform Trial of the Grasses? It's also a way to get familiar with these people in advance."
Dick responded calmly, "None of these people may survive. Why should I watch them struggle in pain, vomit constantly, and their bodies continue to break down and bleed during the Trial of the Grasses process?"
"Don't you really want to go take a look? There's an acquaintance of yours inside."
"What did you say?" Dick's tone was slightly raised.
"There is indeed an acquaintance of yours in there."
Seeing Dick's confused look, Master said with a slight satisfaction, "That young man's name is Carter. You once rescued him in Odinburg. Now he is 10 and a half years old."
"Although the success rate will be lower after the 10-year-old cutoff, I am very optimistic about him."
Dick After hearing this sentence, he said in his heart that he was not angry, which must be a lie:
A child that he had successfully saved was unexpectedly taken back by this cheap master who wanted to transform him into a demon hunter.
But he just stared at Master expressionlessly, and finally smiled and said, "What does this Carter have to do with me?"
This time it was Master's turn to be surprised. "What?"
"Do you really think that finding a child that I have only saved once and met twice can make me feel emotional?" Dick's voice was full of sarcasm.
Russell No longer understood what was going on, but also knew that there was indeed some friction between the master and disciple, so he quickly stood up to break up the fight and said:
"What kind of conflict do you two, Master, Dick, have? Can we talk it out and resolve it?"
"Harden, why are you just eating and not trying to persuade me to make peace?"
And Harden at the dining table was just lowering his head to eat the roasted monster meat he brought back yesterday, his beard stained with oil, as if he didn't hear anything.
"Russell, nothing's wrong." Dick said with a smile:
"Our School of the Lynx's character is more or less flawed, so verbal friction is essential. Didn't you also quarrel with Master? Isn't this normal?"
"Yes, it's normal." Master nodded slightly and smiled,
"Dick, are you really not going to see Carter? He was lying on the iron table and calling your name since last night when he was doing Trial of the Grasses."
"I said that his life or death has nothing to do with me, and there is something else I want to inform you about."
"You said?" Master raised his eyebrows.
"Ivan of School of the Coyote was publicly executed. I will go to the main castle in a moment to inform about this matter. Do you want to come?"
Master was silent for a long time, and finally replied briefly, "Okay."