Mousesack touched his beard.
"I heard that Kaer Morhen once encountered a siege. Since then, School of the Wolf has gradually declined. Now it seems that the rumors are wrong."
Lynn was about to answer when a crisp cry came from above.
A small black shadow spreads its wings and soars in the sky.
It's the little griffon raised by Lynn.
When I returned to Novigrad, Lynn kept the little griffin in a cage, preventing it from flying out for fear that it would be beaten like a sparrow.
You must know that in this era of low productivity, materials are not so abundant, so there are quite a few people who have problems with even the most basic food and clothing.
Even civilians who are in the subsistence stage don't have much money.
They simply cannot resist the temptation of meat.
Yes, the adult griffon is indeed a ferocious beast.
But underage griffins are not much more powerful than sparrows.
Therefore, it was not until they entered Blue Mountains's territory that Lynn finally let the little griffon fly out with confidence.
The little guy was so suffocated in the cage that he flew out as fast as he could as soon as he was let out, for fear that Lynn would catch him back again.
It will only land again when it's hungry or when it's time to go to bed at night.
Lynn shouted in Chinese: "Come here".
The instructions he gave to the little griffon all came from Chinese, so as to prevent the little griffon from being confused about the orders in the noisy battlefield where horses and people were shouting when it finally came time to go to the battlefield.
The little griffon heard its master's call and descended from the sky. Its small but powerful paws firmly grasped the master's arm.
Lynn took out a small piece of dried meat from the magic pattern leather bag and threw it to the little griffon.
The little griffon ate up this small piece of dried meat in three swipes.
After eating, he kept rubbing his face against the owner's hand affectionately.
At this time, Lynn answered Mousesack with a smile.
"Master, the rumors are true. It's just that I hired people to repair the castle later, so it became what you see now."
Mousesack nodded.
In fact, when Lynn went to him and proposed Improved Trial of the Grasses's proposal, he vaguely guessed Lynn's plan.
And now when he saw the brand-new Castle of Kaer Morhen with his own eyes, his suspicions were further confirmed.
Perhaps, this young demon hunter can really recreate the glory of Order of Witchers.
Mousesack is different from those stupid people.
Of course he knows that in this era, monsters are becoming more and more rare, but he does not think like others that as monsters decrease, monster hunters should also decrease.
These demon hunters are neither lepers carrying contagious diseases, nor ghouls who can eat people, nor are they cursed children who may turn into monsters at any time...
Even if the day comes when all the monsters are driven out, warlocks who are more troublesome than witchers can live freely on this continent, why can't witchers?
Just because a warlock's duty is to interfere in politics and a witcher's duty is to hunt monsters, so after the monsters have been hunted, should they be left alone?
Do good people deserve to be held at gunpoint?
What's more, Mousesack knows very well that monsters will never become extinct.
Because Conjunction of the Spheres is a natural phenomenon.
Just as Chaos Energy exists in this world, and just as there will always be some newborns born who are either congenital or acquired, suitable to become warlocks, Conjunction of the Spheres will inevitably happen again, bringing new monsters.
Therefore, the world will always need monster hunters.
In addition, some of Brotherhood of Sorcerers's practices also made Mousesack very displeased.
For example, the reason why Druid Circle did not follow in the footsteps of Order of Witchers is that, in addition to the fact that druids were not created by warlocks, another reason is that druids voluntarily gave up the power to interfere in politics.
Apart from serving as advisors to the lords at Skellige Isles, they basically will not interfere with Northern Kingdoms's affairs.
Even when branches of Druid Circle in various parts of Northern Kingdoms were alienated by the kings because they opposed excessive felling and mining of trees, this was something Brotherhood of Sorcerers was happy to see.
All of the above have caused a gap between Mousesack and the druids and Brotherhood of Sorcerers. Although there are no major conflicts between the two parties, some small conflicts will occasionally break out.
Therefore, if Lynn can make Order of Witchers re-emerge and become a force to check and balance Brotherhood of Sorcerers, then just thinking of those high-ranking warlocks with eyes on their foreheads who are defeated will make Mousesack feel comfortable.
However, if Order of Witchers could be established so easily, the demon hunters would not be in the declining state they are today.
If nothing else, those warlocks who are greedy for power and refuse to let go, and are more interested in studying magic than they are, are bound to be unwilling to watch what they consider to be defective products rising again.
And those kings whose private lives are decadent, extravagant, luxurious and corrupt, and who are keen on producing more illegitimate children, may not be willing to see the situation where the demon hunters stick together.
Especially this warrior society does not obey the orders of any king, nor can it be bribed with money...
Even without Brotherhood of Sorcerers's instigation, the kings in the north would probably spontaneously rush to oppress and suppress any demon hunters who try to unite.
From Mousesack's point of view, the reason why Kaer Morhen Castle is still undergoing improvement research on Trial of the Grasses is purely because this Demon Hunter Fortress, which stands deep in the Blue Mountains, is located at the end of the known world and is unknown to others.
Once their reputation spreads, the second siege of Kaer Morhen may not be far away.
Or even if the warlocks don't do this, as long as they impose a trade blockade on Kaer Morhen Castle, in Mousesack's view, it will only be a matter of time before this emerging group falls apart.
Therefore, he was curious about how Lynn was preparing to face the next severe test.
As the group of people approached, the heavy and thick castle gate slowly opened, the wooden grille in front of the gate was pulled up, the suspension bridge was lowered, and a group of dwarves wearing chain armor specially customized for their bodies came out carrying axes.
The leading dwarf put down the ax and put his hands on the end of the ax handle, performing an extremely exaggerated and slightly funny gesture.
"Witcher, welcome home."
"You too, Zoltan, and don't do this with me. Otherwise I will kick your ass hard with my boots."
"Don't you humans just love all this red tape?"
While joking like a good friend, Lynn used a brisk tone to call out the names of the other dwarf brothers who were following Zoltan one by one.
The dwarves all laughed.
Obviously Lynn's affinity makes them very useful.
Of course, Lynn did not neglect the other friends he brought.