Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Wild Hunt?

The witcher was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Ianna.

Ianna smiled and nodded, indicating that he should tell the truth.

Is this the surprise she mentioned?

He didn't have to wait for the May Festival to end, and he went to the old duke's house. Now the old duke came to him in person...

Iren, who didn't know why the old duke came to ask in person, considered the words and said:

"I was in Blackbeard's inn in Floating Harbor at that time, and I didn't see it with my own eyes..."

The old duke frowned.

"But..."

"Afterwards, we asked the residents of Floating Harbor and the travelers who were there at that time..."

"Skeleton horses, ghost armies, blue-black flames..."

"It's exactly the same as the description in the ancient books..."

"Three or four hundred skeleton knights rode out of the void, as if there was an invisible gate in the sky..."

"When passing over the floating harbor, one of the wild hunters waved his scepter casually..."

"The blue magic glow fell like a meteor, destroying the huge trading market with one blow..."

At this point, the witcher paused.

"At that time, Master Vesemir and I also discovered the abnormality and were about to leave the Blackbeard Inn to check..."

"Before I could completely walk out and see clearly, I was seriously injured by the aftermath of the spell from the opposite side."

"And the destroyed trading market erected ice clusters higher than the walls of Elland. When we left the floating port a day later, it had not completely melted..."

The old duke frowned tightly when he heard Aylin's description.

Before he saw the Wild Hunt, he was seriously injured by the aftermath of the spell...

If he hadn't seen Aylin's strength three or four days ago, he might have thought that the young demon hunter was not strong enough or was careless.

But now...

After experiencing that wave of ghoul attacks, not only did the knights of the guards have a high opinion of the young demon hunter, but they even kept urging him to come to the temple of Meliteli and drink with him after returning that day.

The half-human-high giant ghoul head was still hanging in the hall of the castle. It was a standard large monster.

When the young demon hunter returned from hunting, he saw clearly that there was really no scratch on Arlin.

Moreover.

He had heard of Vesemir's name a long time ago and knew that his strength would only be stronger.

"It seems that the strength assessment of the Wild Hunt needs to be raised a lot..." The old duke thought.

After thinking about this matter in his mind, he looked up and nodded slightly to the demon hunter, and said seriously:

"Thank you for your information, demon hunter."

"This is very useful for us in Temeria."

Arlin was stunned when he heard the thanks.

A few days ago, he saved the lives of the whole car, but he didn't receive a thank you from the old duke.

Now it's just a few words...

But before he responded, the old duke turned his head to look at the smiling high priest:

"Ianna, can you help me find the files about the Wild Hunt in the temple?"

The high priest smiled, glanced at Arlin and said:

"I've been looking for it for a long time."

"Huh?" The old duke leaned on his cane and tilted his head.

"When Arlin first came to the temple, he asked me to collect the files of the Wild Hunt." The high priest paused, and then added, "Master Vesemir is now sorting the files in the library..."

"Why?" The old duke was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the witcher and asked curiously.

Arlin was silent for a few seconds, and told the experience of Fula Duli, whose husband's life was forever frozen in the trading market.

Then after pausing for two seconds, he whispered:

"There are many ordinary people who died in the hands of the Wild Hunt like this, but most of their relatives are not in the floating harbor..."

Hearing Arlin's words, the old duke was silent for a long time, and the axe-like texture on his face softened a lot.

"Rumors are just rumors..."

He suddenly said something inexplicably.

Then he did not explain.

After nodding to Ianna and Arlin, he got on the carriage and left.

At this time, the young witcher was still thinking about "what does it mean that rumors are just rumors."

"Grumble~"

The sound of the wheels gradually weakened.

Ailin came back to his senses, looked at Ianna, and asked:

"Is this... the end?"

"Duke Mason just came to ask about the Wild Hunt that appeared in the floating harbor?"

What about the formula of the corpse-eating biological oil and the May Day anomaly?

"This is no small matter..." The high priest smiled and retracted his gaze from the black carriage. "I got the news yesterday that two direct heirs of great nobles and a baron died in the floating harbor."

"The noble council of the Vizima Palace has been in a turmoil these days."

"Mason should have received the king's order, so he came to ask about the situation."

"But..." The high priest paused for a second, looking at the joyful expression on Aylin's face, and said:

"Although three nobles died, facing a legendary monster like the Wild Hunt, not only the noble council may not have any targeted actions..."

"Those families who have lost their heads and heirs may not have..."

The demon hunter was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

The high priest sighed and said:

"For them, the Wild Hunt is a natural disaster..."

"How can people take revenge on earthquakes and tsunamis?"

The demon hunter was a little confused: "But didn't you just say that this is not a small matter?"

"This is indeed not a trivial matter," the high priest smiled inexplicably, "the family that lost the head of the family wants to keep the title and the seat of the noble council, and the nobles who lost the heir have to spread their sharp thorns like hedgehogs to prevent being coveted by their own kind..."

"As for Mason..."

"The noble rebellion has only ended a few years ago. The king should be alert to whether this is a sign of a new round of rebellion, and whether the remnants of the rebellion are still stirring..."

"As a member of the royal family and the king's younger brother, Mason naturally has to find out the cause and effect."

"And the least important thing is to avenge the three dead people, even if..."

The high priest paused and said in a complicated tone:

"They are also nobles, and they are also someone's son, husband or father..."

The demon hunter was silent after hearing this.

But he didn't feel angry in his heart.

Although he said that he collected information about the Wild Hunt because of the mother and son who lost their father and husband, it was actually more for himself.

After all, the Wild Hunt is likely to come for him.

But Ianna doesn't think so.

She watched the demon hunter lower his head, feeling depressed, and her heart softened.

Suddenly she regretted exchanging the ugly facts for interests, and showing him the bloody truth.

"Is it... too early..." she thought, "Alin has just left Kaer Morhen, and is full of passion to slay demons for humans..."

But she remembered the "blood and fire" the young demon hunter said on the way here, and couldn't help sighing.

Sooner or later, the child of miracle will encounter the ugly side of humans.

It's better to make it clear in advance than to be suddenly educated by reality.

The price at that time may not be just the inner discomfort and discomfort.

But...

"Good boy, this is reality," Ianna gently rubbed the demon hunter's hair, and changed the subject, "Of course it's not useless..."

The demon hunter raised his head.

"At least the Council of Nobles will definitely offer a large sum of money as a reward." Ianna smiled.

Alin nodded and said nothing more.

He was not satisfied with this large sum of money.

As Ianna said, the nobles did not think of destroying the Wild Hunt because they had always been a natural disaster in the legend.

But...

Is the Wild Hunt really a natural disaster?

No!

They are just Ain El!

Elves with the same roots as the Ain Sheedi who were pushed to the edge of the world by humans...

The witcher does not believe it.

When the nobles know that it is the elves who invaded them, they will really have no reaction like now.

The problem now is...

How to let the nobles know this information in the most credible way...

As May Day is approaching, and Aylin predicted the occurrence of "accidents" yesterday, the high priest has a lot of things to rearrange and prepare today.

Therefore.

After sending the old duke away and talking about the Wild Hunt at the gate of the temple for a while, Aylin and Ianna separated.

However, the witcher did not go back to the icon room directly. Instead, after asking for the way, he went directly to the library of the temple.

He had made so many potions yesterday, and he had to find an opponent to try.

In addition.

So many days have passed.

I wonder if Vesemir has found any useful information...

...

"Grumble~"

After leaving the Temple of Meliteli, the old duke's black carriage drove straight to the inner city along the main road of the city.

In the center of the inner city, there is a castle.

Or the significance of the existence of the entire Elland City is to protect this heavily guarded fortress.

Passing through the drawbridge and the huge city gate, the black carriage drove to the wide open space in the castle and stopped.

"Squeak~"

The door of the carriage was opened.

A middle-aged man with neat clothes and meticulous appearance walked up gracefully but quickly, intending to help.

But the old duke with a solemn face waved his hand and refused.

The middle-aged man who looked like a butler didn't care. He stood aside and bowed slightly to report:

"Master, the amount of urine from the wyvern you arranged to check yesterday was not enough to meet the requirements."

"But I asked the people from the Chamber of Commerce this morning. There is stock in Vizima, but it will take three or four days to..."

"Let Agatha run a trip," the old duke waved his hand, "I spend 100,000 orens every year to hire a magic consultant, but I don't want her to be in Elland every day to hold tea parties for the ladies."

The middle-aged butler nodded, and then said:

"The re-arranged May Day patrol route is not enough for the soldiers close to the guards."

"And the city guards According to the report, the number of travelers who came to Ellande to participate in the May Festival carnival these days is at least twice that of last year. "

The old duke stopped, thought for a while, and arranged:

"Also arrange the demon hunters..."

"In addition..."

"Ask the city guards to check more strictly in the next few days and don't let those suspicious people into the city."

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged butler responded, paused for a second, and then said:

"Sir, the steward of Aretusa Civil Cooperation Organization is waiting for your meeting in the reception room..."

"Aretusa Civil Cooperation Organization?" The old duke was stunned when he heard this tongue-twisting name.

The middle-aged butler explained very insightfully:

"Aretusa Civil Cooperation Organization is a guild that sells various magic items created by the sorceresses of Aretusa..."

The old Duke frowned when he heard this:

"how?"

"Agatha is short of money to buy jewelry again?"

"What excuse did you make up this time?"

"It's not Ms. Agatha," the middle-aged housekeeper shook his head. "She already made excuses to increase the consultant fee a few days ago."

"Because it's within the budget you set for the magic consultant, so I didn't report it."

After a pause, he said:

"The man waiting in the living room said..."

"He was specially teleported here from Aretuza by Ms. Vera, saying that there is a... uh... sword oil... corpse-eating creature oil cooperation, you must be interested..."

"Vera..." The old Duke raised his eyebrows, "Is it the bloody red fox?"

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged butler replied, "That's the alchemist master."

Vera, corpse-eating creature oil...

The old Duke whispered:

"Ianna didn't lie to me this time. That kid really learned alchemy from the bloody red fox..."

"And the relationship seems to be quite close..."

"Master, what did you say?" The middle-aged housekeeper didn't hear clearly, "Do you want to drive that person away?"

"Nothing," the old Duke waved his hand, then thought for a few seconds and ordered:

"One hundred thousand Oren, I can buy as many bottles of sword oil as I can sell..."

"Then..." The old Duke paused:

"I want to cooperate with them for a long time, and I want to be as bound as possible."

"Go and ask if you have any requests. As long as they are not too excessive, I will agree to them..."

The middle-aged butler was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but look up at the expressionless old Duke.

If it’s not too much, just agree to it?

Doesn’t this mean letting the other party make demands?

Your own industry can't get such "lenient" conditions, right?

The middle-aged housekeeper thought for a while.

The bloody red fox is famous in the northern continent for its life-extending potion. Is this the master’s purpose?

But didn’t I always believe in natural aging and death just like the high priest of Meriteri?

The young Duke finally bought the life-extending potion and refused to drink it...

"What's wrong?" The old Duke interrupted his random thoughts.

"I understand, sir." The middle-aged housekeeper replied quickly, then hesitated for a second and said, "But Ms. Vera is good at life-extending potions, and the requirements for long-term binding must be very high, so..."

"It's not Vera who wants to cooperate!" the old Duke said.

"ah?"

"The person you want to cooperate with is the creator of the sword oil formula. Just tell that person like this and he will know." The old Duke waved his hand impatiently.

The master of alchemy, Bloody Red Fox, was specially sent from Aretusa. What he was selling was not the formula created by Vera... The middle-aged housekeeper was a little confused.

But he didn't show it. After nodding respectfully, he walked towards the living room.

"etc!"

The old Duke stopped him.

"After negotiating with Ms. Vera's butler about cooperation, you can go and find out who are the people who have been spreading some rumors about witchers in Elland recently..."

"Then..." The old Duke stopped and thought for a moment, then said:

"Send people to drive them all out, and don't allow them to set foot in Elland again!"