The moment Yavi released the magic, the big words above shocked Yavi deeply.
"Yavi personally"
Yavi instantly felt a creepy feeling, because the owner of this letter seemed to expect that Yavi would see this letter.
Taking a deep breath, Yavi decided to figure out what was going on, so he took out the letter inside and started reading.
"Dear Yavi."
"When you can read this letter, it means that you have returned to your hometown and met the parents and relatives you have longed for."
"First of all, I want to apologize to you here. Although you must have known by now that I deliberately blocked letters from you and your family, because you were still young at that time and may not be able to control your emotions and affect your future. But no matter what reasons I have, this is not an excuse for me to interfere. But I hope you can forgive me, although it doesn't matter whether you forgive me or not."
"When you read this letter, I think we haven't seen each other for many years. I don't know the specific time. It is even possible that I will no longer be alive when you read this letter."
"I have been devoting myself to Witcher Order all my life, and I have shed countless blood and sweat for the Order. I have no complaints about this, because this is my destiny."
"But...Yavi! People will change. I have faced any enemy, but my heart, my hands, and my belief have never wavered. I thought I would keep this belief until I die..."
"But as I got older and older and my body became more and more incapable of doing what I wanted, I found that I had changed. I began to be afraid of death. I wanted to escape from all this and leave this place. Although we demon hunters have a long lifespan, death will eventually come."
"After experiencing my last demon hunt, I began to reflect on myself and my life of hundreds of years. Is my life today really what I want?"
"It wasn't until later that I realized that I have been living for others and Witcher Order all my life, but now that I am old, I may die in a future demon hunting mission, but I... don't want to do this. In the last journey of my life, I want to live for myself. Even if I only have one day left in my life, I want to truly live for myself for one day."
"I know my idea is selfish, but I really want to try my own life. I am a real orphan, but Yavi you are different from me. You have your own parents, your own brothers and sisters."
"Although what I say next is shameful, I hope you will seriously consider it. Your family members are just ordinary people. They will only appear in your life for a short time. I hope you can spend more time with them and don't regret losing everything after a hundred years. Then it will be too late."
"Finally, please don't come to me. I don't know where my next destination will be. You can feel free to report my situation to the cult. If you die in the hands of an old friend... at least there will be someone to collect my body. Oh, by the way, there is a basement under the bed, and in it is the gift I left for you."
Looking at the four characters "Kharkov" at the end of the letter, Yavi's brain fell into confusion for a while.
Master Kharkov, who had not been seen in the past few years, actually left the sect. The senior leaders of the sect thought that he had fallen. Because of Kharkov's loyal performance over the years, people would not think that he would choose to defect from the sect in the end.
In Yavi's memory, will the master Kharkov who once stood tall and upright also succumb to death? No, only Yavi thinks that Kharkov is a true warrior, and a true warrior will not be afraid of death!
Perhaps he really just wanted to live for himself at the end of his life when he left the sect, and wanted to experience what true... freedom is.
Holding Kharkov's letter, Yavi stood there thinking for a long time, carefully reading every word in the letter. In a sense, he agreed with Kharkov's point of view. People are born free, but there will be many helpless things that put shackles on you, and most people do not have the courage to break this heavy shackles and find their own life...
Putting away the letter from Kharkov, Yavi went under the bed, and sure enough he found traces of movement under the bed. He moved the dilapidated crib away, and could see wooden boards similar to those in the basement. When he opened the wooden boards in the basement, a smell of dust with a corrupt smell came to his face, making Yavi have to squint his eyes before moving forward.
Just a few steps down, the surrounding torches suddenly lit up, illuminating the small basement.
The facilities in the basement are very simple, with an alchemy table, a mechanic's table, and the heads of several monsters hanging on the wall as decorations, including some dangerous and abnormal monsters. In the middle is a human-shaped stand with a complete set of School of the Wolf demon hunter armor hung on it.
Yavi recognized at a glance that this was the armor that Kharkov often wore back then. Kharkov himself revealed that his armor was expensive. Not only was the fabric made of magic fabric, the metal scales inlaid on it were all made by Mithril, and there were four inlaid on the whole body. The Quen defense runes will automatically absorb magic and store it in the runes. When attacked, four Quen Defense Signss will be automatically activated to protect the whole body through the Mithril scales all over the body. It is equivalent to having this set of armor to start with a Quen Defense Signs, which can protect the wearer immediately even in the face of a surprise attack.
Yavi has always hoped to own a set of School of the Wolf armor like this, but four Quen Defense Signs are really rare and very expensive. In many cases, you can't even buy them if you have the money. Rune carvers are a rarer profession than demon hunters. If a rune comes out rarely, it will be bought quickly at a high price.
I really don't know how Kharkov got these four runes.
Yavi tries to infuse magic into it and then wear it on the body. The fabric with magical properties will change with the wearer's body shape when it is injected with magic, so this is a piece of equipment that anyone can wear perfectly.
Yavi moved around a bit and didn't feel any resistance or discomfort. Even because of the magic of this armor, the weight was almost unfeelable. For Yavi, this was simply a dream armor.
Yavi patted the armor, a ray of light flashed, and then it transformed into casual clothes. This was a little magic of a warlock. As long as the clothes were worn on the body, one could switch clothes at any time, which was very convenient.
Yavi snapped his fingers to extinguish the torch in the basement, left the basement and moved the crib back to its original position. He scanned it carefully with Witcher Senses to make sure nothing was missing before leaving, and then slowly rushed home.
"That hut was once your home, right? Master Kharkov, now I want to go home too..."