Several little demon hunters started shouting, and the return of acquaintances injected vigorous vitality into Kaer Morhen.
On the saddle, several people were sitting peacefully, School of the Lynx's second senior brother Russell, third senior brother Harden and junior junior brother Carter.
There is still a pool of hairy liquid flowing on Carter's head - it is the white cat 'Furball'.
The driver is Vesemir, the person in charge of School of the Coyote.
Who is the person in the carriage?
Are they some supplies?
Soon, they had their answer.
When these people came to the door, they immediately dismounted and said hello to everyone.
Vesemir looked at the collapsed main castle and stood there silently for a long time. However, Aode punched him in the chest without warning. "Cheer up, I don't blame you. Even if you came here at that time, you wouldn't be able to change anything."
Vesemir breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Dick: "From now on, you will be the grand leader of our religious group. I... are not qualified."
Dick did not refuse and nodded slowly.
Harden and Russell were equally silent.
Carter was still wearing a thick double-layered cloak. After he woke up, he understood the whole story and looked at Dick with red eyes:
"Ruiwen did all these things?"
Dick hummed slightly, he didn't want to tell the deeper reason, which was about the past of the original person.
"Then Ruiwen is really dead?"
Dick nodded again, and then he said, "Carter, take off your cloak."
"Dick, you..."
"Don't be nervous." Beier smiled kindly, "The wings are not a curse, but a medal given by Kaer to you to dominate the sky."
Carter gritted his teeth after hearing this, first put Furball gently on the ground, and then tremblingly took off the double-layered hood, and his tawny wings stretched like a big pine tree.
Barry stepped forward and touched the golden feathers, and suddenly threw himself into Carter's arms, gushing incessantly:
"You have such beautiful wings. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Can you really fly?"
"Can you take me to fly? Take me to fly? Take me to fly? I want to pick the stars!"
"Yes, isn't a person's biggest dream to fly? I've always wanted to become a bird, but unfortunately I don't have wings."
The little witcher on the side was chattering away, while the other witchers including Aode looked over with smiles on their faces.
Carter looked around, feeling that his nose was a little sore, and the nervousness on his face faded. Finally, he slowly flapped his wings and flew to an altitude of seven or eight meters. After circling in a circle, he slowly landed again.
"Carter, can you take me flying?" Barry suggested again.
"It's not possible now. I've tried that I can only carry thirty or forty pounds of stuff, but if it takes a long time, I should be able to take you off after training."
"Okay, then Carter you need to practice more Soaring."
"I will definitely do it."
At this time, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and a young girl slowly walked out. She was wearing a long skirt and carrying a birdcage.
There were four or five extremely fat white homing pigeons in the birdcage, calling cooingly.
Dick said in surprise, "Jenna, why are you here?"
Jenna gave a gentle salute to everyone, then looked at Dick and said, "I heard from Vesemir that you Witcher Order are in trouble, and I want to help. I happen to be able to raise homing pigeons, so I should be able to help you."
"This is really great, but..." Dick was a little confused, "According to past rules, ordinary people are not allowed to come to the religious group unless..."
"Unless you want to live here for a long time, right? Dick You don't have to be embarrassed. I heard Vesemir talk about the rules here, and I plan to live here for a long time."
"What about your little sisters?"
"I have left a large sum of money for them. They will not be in danger in the city, and Vesemir has already dealt with the local officials, and no one will disturb them."
"But you have to know that if life in this order is very boring, and the life span of a demon hunter is very long, even if you..."
"I understand what you mean, but don't forget it."
Jenna held up the hair beside her ears and exposed her pointed ears, "I am a mixed elf and can live for hundreds of years, so I don't have to worry about this unequal lifespan."
"Then you really decided?"
"Of course." Jenna nodded solemnly. Although she seemed gentle, she was soft on the outside and hard on the inside. Once she made a decision, she would not change it easily.
"Well, welcome." Dick smiled.
Aode on the side poked Vesemir in the waist with his elbow, "You old wolf cub is quite capable, isn't he? Can you break the demon hunter's fertility curse?"
"Is this your biological daughter? You old guy is showing mercy outside. I didn't expect your daughter to be so old."
"No, Aode. Alas, I can't explain these few words at the moment. In short, an old friend entrusted her to me and Dick, and asked us to take good care of her."
"Oh~" Aode blinked quickly, "I really believed your nonsense."
Then he looked at Jenna with a smile, "Come with me, little girl, I will find you a good room."
"Yes, stay close to the sorceress's room. This Witcher Order is too yang-y, so you have to be careful not to fall into the eyes of Harden and Russell!"
"What are you talking about? You old warlock." Russell protested loudly, but this time the blood vessels in his forehead did not bulge due to his emotional fluctuations. It seemed that his emotions had been well controlled.
"We happened to run into Jenna on the way back, and we have already known her."
"Yo yo yo." Aode screamed as if the prank had succeeded. Then he ignored Russell and walked towards Lynx Fort with Jenna.
Jenna saluted everyone again before slowly leaving.
Then everyone came to the carriage to help unload some common daily necessities.
After returning to the fortress, Harden, as the chef, worked hard for a long time and cooked a table of delicious dishes. Everyone bought an extra table as a celebration. They introduced each other in turn, and everyone was familiar with each other.
Aode looked at this scene, laughed with satisfaction and drank a few more drinks at the dining table. During this period, he kept trying to persuade the warlock Ibu to whisper. The implicit meaning behind his words was that Witcher Order had so much potential, he must stay here.
Early the next morning, everyone came to the nearby cemetery. Today was the day to officially worship the war souls of the cult.
There are new graves neatly arranged on the ground, each one representing a witcher who died heroically in battle.
Dick walked forward slowly, holding a roster with the names of the deceased in his hand.
With a solemn look on his face, he began to read out the names one by one.
Every time he read a name, he would pause for a moment and tell his life story.
"Ali, now 323 years old, has served Witcher Order for a full 160 years. He has worked hard and without any complaints, developed various potions for the sect and established the development direction of the sect."
"'Boar'Noah, he is a brave and fearless warrior who always rushes to the front without hesitation when facing evil forces.
"His fighting skills are superb and his approach to others is easy-going and humble. He is the pride of our order."
The rest of the people stood behind Dick, their expressions like solidified lead clouds. Even the warlock Ibu, who had always been very proud, had his jawline stretched like a fully stretched bowstring.
The funeral continued, and every syllable seemed to freeze in the humid air. Everyone lowered their heads and observed a moment of silence.
Everyone came forward and offered gladiolus in front of the grave.
"We must remember the sorrow of this moment, and remember where the old wounds came from beneath our armor as we swing our swords a thousand times a day."
Dick pointed at the sky with the hilt of the sword held behind his back, "Remembering the dull pain of the scar on my back, this silver sword can split the eternal night."