Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Holden took the drawing, looked at it twice, his eyes widened instantly, and exclaimed:

"A dwarf's beard!"

"Who designed this beauty for you?"

"I've never made armor like this!"

"Flying lizard skin, magic-blocking gold, werewolf's heart, great griffon's stomach, poisonous scorpion spider's silk..."

"The perfect combination of flexible magic materials and rigid magic materials..."

"Such a crazy idea!"

"This is simply...this is simply a work of art!"

Holden's eyes shone when he saw it, and he wished he could take them off and roll them on the parchment a few times.

His forging skills are world-famous, but he usually only forges some steel armor.

After all, most of his customers are noble knights. As long as they are attractive enough and can resist the sharp blades of the same kind, it is enough.

In most cases, even this latter requirement is not required.

"This is the joint work of Alzu and the Dwarf King Brovar Hogg, or the technology..." Vesemir did not pay attention to Holden's gaffe and explained with a smile, "It is the most powerful combination of steel and flesh in this world. Countless masterpieces.”

"Hmph~"

Hogg snorted softly after hearing this:

"That old bastard Brovar Hogg is no dwarf king."

"He is just Mahakam who is stubborn, selfish, suspicious, and old-fashioned...a great elder who is smellier and harder than the stones in the pit."

Vesemir smiled and did not answer.

Brovar Hogg's official title is indeed Grand Elder Mahakam.

But he has great power in Mahakam and is the de facto king of the dwarves.

However, there are indeed young dwarves who are very dissatisfied with his stubborn character, fanaticism and almost crazy persistence in tradition.

certainly.

These are what the dwarves say about their leader.

Naturally, it was impossible for Vesemir, an outsider, to foolishly follow Holden and criticize him.

Moreover, Holden only denied the identity of Bloir Hogg, but did not deny Vesemir's evaluation of the "masterpiece" of the Wolf School's master suit.

After a long time, Hogg put down the drawing with emotion:

"Tsk tsk, this armor...this armor is really not something ordinary people can make!"

"That old guy from Bloir is really good at forging!"

"What's wrong, Holden?" Vesemir crossed his arms and smiled, "Can't you do it?"

Holden turned his head suddenly, and his long beard swept across a semicircle like a whip.

He muttered loudly:

"What can't be done!"

"You're kidding, there's no armor in this world that I can't make!"

"But I have agreed in advance that even considering our friendship and this beauty, I can only reduce the fee by half..."

Holden plucked his thick fingers:

"Um...let me do the math...gloves, breastplates, pants, boots...it will take me at least two months. If you halve it, it will be 12,000 orens. I'll give you 10,000 orens!"

"So expensive!"

Lady Vera’s extraordinary beauty!

The creation cost is 10,000 orens at half the cost?

Mary's eyes widened and she covered her mouth in surprise.

"Expensive?" Holden sneered.

"This is just the price for my forging. With so many materials in the drawing, I only have magic-resistant gold here, and the price has to be calculated separately..."

"I can't get you all the fur, hearts, and blood of other monsters..."

"Tsk tsk...the skin of the flying lizard...except for the giant dragon, the flying lizard is the most powerful large monster in the world!"

"Monsters such as werewolves, giant griffons, and poisonous scorpion spiders are not much weaker, and their numbers are very small now..."

bite!

Obtained the main mission: [Master Demon Hunter's Shield] (Hunting Flying Lizard 0/5, Werewolf 0/5, Great Griffin 0/5, Poisonous Scorpion Spider 0/5, Finding Refined Demon-Resisting Gold Plate 0/10)

The sense of déjà vu was so strong that Aylin's mind seemed to be filled with auditory hallucinations activated by the mission.

With a subconscious thought, he opened the task list of the Demon Hunting Notes.

Only then was it confirmed that the missions inside were still hunting missions such as water ghosts, ghouls, small mist demons, and demon spirits.

"It's strange that the mission is not activated." Aylin thought to himself.

Logically speaking, this is a standard task activation technique.

Next.

He should travel across mountains and ridges, visit various countries, and search for traces of these monsters from cities to villages.

Then after a fierce fight, he killed these monsters, and then came back to forge his legendary set of the Wolf School.

"What's wrong, Aelin?"

Vesemir's voice suddenly interrupted his reverie.

"Nothing." Aylin came back to his senses.

Vesemir glanced at him strangely, but did not ask further questions. He turned around and walked out of the house with Aylin, saying:

"Come with me quickly."

…

There is no exploiting class in the Wolf School.

The higher the "position" of the demon hunter, the more money he has to pay.

Witcher Apprentice, Witcher, Master Witcher, Chief of the School.

Demon hunter apprenticeship is purely training and there are no tuition fees.

After passing the trial and becoming an official demon hunter, as long as you are still willing to stay in Kaer Morhen, you will receive one-fifth of the annual commission fee at the end of each year.

The Witcher Master is straight up one in two.

Not to mention the chief, basically all the bounties he receives from commissions will be invested in the development of the school.

certainly.

The above are all unspoken rules.

Even if a demon hunter does not pay the "tax" at the end of each year, the school will not really kick him out or impose any other punishment.

But this kind of bad guy has never appeared until now.

On the contrary, many demon hunters will only have enough money to survive at the beginning of the next year at the end of the year, and then hand over all the commissions earned throughout the year to the school.

This is also understandable.

After all, it is impossible for a witcher to have heirs.

In such a fast-paced profession, it is difficult for worldly desires to support decades of continuous fighting.

The Wolf School is their home, and every apprentice who passes the trial is their child.

Although this kind of emotion is slightly abnormal, the relationship between people in this world and between people and other species is inherently distorted.

so.

The greatest monetary and material reward a Wolf School witcher can receive in his life is the armor he wears when he becomes a Master Demon Hunter.

Yes.

The cost of forging the master sets of the Wolf School is entirely funded by the school.

Aelin doesn't need to spend a single Oren.

Materials included.

…

"Wow!"

"This smooth and translucent fur seems to be woven with silver threads..."

"bite--"

"The echo is crisp..."

"Hiss~"

"This strong smell of blood and fishiness..."

Holden was like a child, jumping up and down among the various colored materials on the ground.

He kept talking to himself excitedly.

After a while, his cheeks flushed and he looked at Vesemir excitedly:

"Vesemir, where did you get so many top-quality materials?"

"Not only is the flying lizard skin intact, but the magic nodes on the werewolf's heart and the circuits on the griffon's stomach bag..."

"The processing of all monster materials is top-notch."

Vesemir laughed and patted Holden on the shoulder:

"These materials are all contributed by the master demon hunters of the Wolf School. Those flying lizard skins are even the collection of Chief Soy..."

“Of course they are all top-notch, highest-quality materials!”

“No wonder!” Holden sighed.

He glanced at the young master demon hunter Aylin who was staring blankly at the various monster materials on the ground.

Full of emotions.

"Such top-quality materials must be worth at least one hundred thousand orens!"

"The materials you are wearing are far worse than those on the ground!"

"You are so willing to give up the dwarf's beard!"

When Vesemir heard Holden's comparison, he was neither jealous nor dissatisfied.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile, not knowing what he thought of, shook his head and said:

"No!"

“What we gain far outweighs our efforts!”

"Far greater than..."

Holden was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," Vesemir pulled down his black wide-brimmed hat and smiled mysteriously, "The materials are all here. My respected Master Horton, is there anything else you need to prepare?"

The face of the dwarf forging master who was betrayed turned dark.

However, after hearing the information, due to the nature of the dwarf, he quickly focused on the smooth flying lizard skin.

"Nothing to prepare for."

"With so many top-quality materials, I can't even imagine how excellent the forged suit will be in terms of resistance to piercing, bludgeoning, slashing, and monster damage!"

“By the way…” Holden suddenly thought of a question:

"I don't know how to carve magic circles. You also need an alchemist."

"It's okay, Ms. Vera will be responsible for the engraving of the magic circle." Vesemir said casually.

Holden was stunned for a moment.

The bloody red fox is responsible for the magic circle seal carving?

This is really overkill!

And her appearance fee must not be eight or nine times higher than mine...

Is the Wolf School already so wealthy?

In shock, he glanced at Mary and then at Aylin. After he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, he showed a knowing smile:

"Tsk tsk~"

"I have a hunch that this armor may be the most outstanding work of my life."

Vesemir smiled and patted the dwarf on the shoulder: "I have no doubt about it!"

Holden's blood boiled when he thought that a work that he had such contact with would be born from his own hands.

He shouted loudly to Aylin in a dwarven voice full of cinder ore:

"Hahahahaha——"

"Come, Master Arryn."

"Take off all your clothes quickly and let me measure your size carefully!"

…

Kaedwen's royal city, Ard Kalai.

In the king's study, on the large seat where Haxor once sat, a young man's face turned pale with anger.

He glared at the richly dressed old man opposite the black oak table and said:

"Duke Donetto, don't you think what you said is ridiculous?"

"How ridiculous?" The old man's expression was respectful, but his tone was neither cold nor indifferent, "His Majesty the King once commissioned a few wild cats to do some things."

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who conveyed the king's order at that time!"

"Isn't it obvious that if a man wants to kill a wolf, the wolf will resist?"

"My dear Highness..."

Lado looked ugly.

Only a few people knew that his father asked him to find a demon hunter from the Cat School.

This definitely does not include the messy nobleman in front of him.

And he is about to succeed to the throne, and he is still called "Your Highness"...

Is this damn Donetto threatening me with his position as king?

Although he was burning with anger, the series of chaos and restlessness caused by his father's sudden death forced him to hold back his anger:

"Of course the Wolf School is suspicious."

"But Lord Donato, we are not ignorant farmers. You and I both know the effect of the demon hunter's seal."

"It is impossible for them to have the ability to create this intersection of heaven and earth..."

"That's not necessarily the case!" the old man interrupted, but the expression on his face was still so humble, like a steel mask covered with human skin.

"The demon hunters of the Wolf School don't know how to do it, but it doesn't mean that everyone they know doesn't know how to..."

"Isn't there news that the red fox has lived in the wolf's den and is now rubbing shoulders with a wolf?"

"Perhaps she was responsible for this convergence of the heavens and the earth?"

Lado was a little impatient:

"So what you're saying is that a sorceress not only quietly sneaked into the heavily guarded Ben'ad, but also released magic such as the intersection of the celestial sphere under the noses of so many world-famous wizards?"

"It's not impossible." The old man nodded slowly.

Lado laughed angrily:

"I asked Ms. Tishaia of Arethusa, even if there are wizards who have the ability to cause the celestial sphere to converge..."

"To have a grand meeting of the heavens and the earth like when my father died, a grand ceremony with extremely complicated preparation steps will be required."

"Is it possible that besides the wizards of Ben Ad, there is someone who can spend a few days arranging such a ritual on their territory without being discovered?"

Doesn't Lado know that from a motive perspective, the Wolf School is the most suspect?

But just the arrangement of the ceremony cannot be done by anyone other than Ben Ade.

The old man stared at the future king of Kaedwen in silence for a few seconds.

He did not tell the rumors that Tisaya and Vera were both sorceresses and had a very good relationship.

Although he didn't know whether the meeting of the heaven and earth that happened that day required a ceremony.

But with this kind of knowledge that "you can tell when you ask", no matter how good her relationship with Vera is, Tisaya will not tell lies that can be easily exposed.

"Your Highness, please be careful what you say!"

"Is it possible that you suspect that Ben Ad killed the king?"

"You know, they and the king are on the same side when it comes to destroying Kaer Morhen."

"Will killing the king do them any good?"

The old man's expression was as respectful as ever, but his smiling face was creepy.

He stood up without waiting for Lado's reply.

"Sorry, Your Highness."

"I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'm going to leave now."

"The day after tomorrow is the time for the noble meeting. We will continue the discussion then."

Said.

The old man walked out the door step by step, leaning on a delicate black cane and being supported by his attendants.

"Duke Donetto, will you support me the day after tomorrow?" Lado suddenly asked.

The old man froze and did not look back:

"Of course I wish to support you, my lord!"

Then.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

The sound of the cane hitting the ground gradually faded away.

"Hope to support..."

Lado murmured to himself, and was about to put his hands on the armrests, but he didn't think about it.

This was not his usual chair.

Space, too big.

Fu Kong placed his hand on the cold table.

Lado closed his eyes and sighed softly.