Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Time flies.

Under the regular rhythm of life, it seems that in the blink of an eye, it is the day of the May Festival carnival.

"Alin, the last group of people sent by the Duke has arrived!"

A cold female voice came from behind. The demon hunter surrounded by blue bottles and jars was in a trance for a moment, and turned around to see Vera.

She stood at the door of the room with her arms around her chest, frowning, and her eyes were full of heartache.

"The last group of people?" Alin asked subconsciously before he came back to his senses.

Vera stroked her forehead, sighed, and said:

"Tonight is the May Festival carnival, and these are of course the last group of people who carry the sword oil back."

Ah?

Alin was stunned.

Is it April 30th today?

Since emptying Ianna's ritual and not having any weird dreams again, the demon hunter left the goddess's sanctuary.

In fact.

No matter what the voice that seemed to be the goddess Meliteli said about the May Festival, it meant that the evil god's gaze would be resolved on the May Festival.

On the day of May Day, there will be an unexpected bloody incident of monster riot.

The old duke and the high priest are well prepared.

Not only did the number of guards arranged to maintain order during the carnival parade increase by nearly five times, but the number of exorcism rituals along the route also increased by two times...

After learning that Ailin knew a sword oil that targeted ghost creatures, the old duke even bought unlimited ghost oil at a price of fifty orens per bottle without a limit.

You should know that the cost of this sword oil is not even one orens per bottle.

It is conceivable.

In order to face the possible threat of May Day, how well prepared the two forces have made.

In the spare time of refining medicine, this even makes Ailin a little worried.

What if nothing happens on May Day, what kind of responsibility will Ianna, who believed his words and took all the responsibility, bear?

The nobles of Elland, who were forced to share a lot of extra expenses and manpower, probably cannot be convinced by the phrase "all crises have been prevented before they happen".

But now, even if the voice appeared in his dream again and denied the crisis of May Day, these preparations could not be withdrawn.

So he could only prepare for the arrival of this day with the mentality of not knowing whether to expect problems on May Day or hope that everything would be safe and sound.

Therefore, in order to facilitate the refining of medicine, Aylin moved into one of the guest rooms in Vera's residence.

And for the limited-time bounty of fifty orens per bottle of ghost oil.

For so many days, Aylin almost devoted himself to it and forgot the time.

After all.

Such an easy way to make money is not easy to find. After returning to Kaer Morhen, he may not have income for a long time.

Although the funds of the Demon Hunting Corps can be asked from the school, it is definitely not as convenient as his own money at some times.

Besides.

The more soldiers under the old duke are equipped with ghost oil.

Once an accident occurs on May Day, the casualties will definitely be reduced a lot.

To be honest.

He still has a good impression of the city of Elland.

"Knock knock knock~"

A knock on the door interrupted his thinking.

"Pah~"

A snap of fingers.

The door was opened.

"Master Ailin... Ms. Vera..."

Several knights in leather armor came in carrying a large box. After saying hello to the two people in the room, they began to quietly and carefully put all the ghost oil on the ground into the box.

The knight in full armor, who was leading the way, counted the batch of sword oil on the side, walked up to Ailin and handed him a leather receipt.

The witcher was very familiar with this.

This was a deposit slip from Vivaldi Bank.

After taking the deposit slip and unfolding it, it was written with complicated ancient language, 50,000 Auren.

In the lower right corner, Duke Mason signed his name in standard noble cursive, and below his name was a golden wax seal with an iris.

"Sir Arthur, what is this?" The witcher was stunned.

"The deposit slip from Vivaldi Bank." Arthur, the captain of the old duke's guard, said, "This is the remuneration agreed by the duke..."

Fifty thousand orens is one thousand bottles of ghost oil...

These days, he has refined more than 200 bottles at most, so Mary refined 700 bottles?

Alin thought it was a bit outrageous.

Although she started refining a few days earlier than him, her alchemy level was there, and at most she had 20 or 30 more bottles than him.

Arthur seemed to see his doubts from his expression and said:

"You have 334 portions of ghost oil here. Ms. Margarita hasn't picked up today's portion yet, but currently there are 472 portions..."

It was still a lot more than he expected.

But the key issue now is not this, but why the old duke wants to give 7,000 orens more.

So.

Alin held the smooth leather deposit slip and looked at Arthur.

Arthur waved his hand, signaling his men who had already filled the sword oil to leave first, and said:

"The Duke hopes that you and Master Vesemir can stay in Elland tonight and participate in the May Festival carnival."

Got it.

This is another commission.

The old Duke is quite generous. The commission fee for two demon hunter masters is three to four thousand Orens each.

This is considered a top demon hunting commission.

And it was paid in advance.

I don't know what Ianna said to the old Duke at the beginning. He was so cautious after preparing so much.

But Ailin didn't plan to leave. Even without this bounty, he had to participate in the May Festival carnival.

As for Vesemir...

Aylin thought for a while and shook his head inwardly.

Vesemir will definitely be there too.

therefore.

Aylin put the deposit receipt away in a logical manner: "Thank you, Duke Mason, for us."

Arthur nodded slightly, bowed, and walked out the door.

He should be preparing to go to Mary's alchemy room.

"Speaking of which..." Aylin thought to himself, "Since I moved here, I have been immersed in refining medicine and I haven't seen Mary much..."

Thinking that the number of refined portions of Mary's ghost oil was over a hundred more than he expected.

After saying hello to Ms. Vera, he followed her.

…

The place where Aylin refines medicine is actually the guest room that Vera arranged for him, and the alchemy utensils used are the same set of portable crucibles that he has always used.

But the alchemy room where Mary made medicine was small and only had one set of tools.

However, in order to facilitate ventilation, it was arranged at the other end of the corridor not close to the living area.

This is another reason why the witcher has not seen Mary for so many days.

Therefore, due to the long distance, the knight who was one step ahead was caught up by Aylin when he reached the alchemy room while carrying a large box.

"Dong dong dong~"

There was a knock on the wooden door.

"Ms. Margarita, we are the knights of Duke Mason, here to get the potion." Arthur said loudly.

It didn't take long.

There was a sound of wooden chairs rubbing against the ground from inside the door.

After a long period of time, the wooden door creaked and was opened.

The knights bowed and entered one after another.

Aylin and Vera, who had followed at some point, also followed.

"Ai Lin! Why are you here?"

Before the witcher even approached the alchemy room, he heard an exclamation.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud crash.

"Boom!"

Ailin looked around.

Beside the alchemy table, a small dumpling wrapped tightly in black cloth sat on the ground, stretching out two small black hands.

A small hand covered his forehead, as if in panic, he bumped into the side corner of the alchemy table.

The other small hand covered the face that was covered by black cloth, not knowing what it did.

"Yennefer? Haven't you been sent back to Kaer Morhen with Royce?"

Just say it.

Aylin subconsciously looked at Vera.

The sorceress leaned against the wall with her arms folded: "Royce was sent back..."

So it's really Yennefer!

"Aelin...Duke Mason's knights are still there..." Mary gently helped the little monster up and reminded her carefully.

The demon hunter then fell silent and watched as the knights placed bottles of blue ghost oil neatly into boxes covered with velvet.

At this time.

Aylin suddenly noticed that the alchemy room was not small.

Although it was not as good as the one in Kaer Morhen, it was far beyond the category of "narrow place".

In addition to the ghost oil on the ground, next to the alchemy table was a crucible that was exactly the same as the portable crucible he used.

In a basket next to the crucible were small white flowers with shriveled petals.

There is also a large jar that has had most of the white grease condensation scraped off.

It was treated flea tape and bear grease.

The crucible on the alchemy table was still reflecting blue oil light, and it was obvious that a pot of ghost oil had just been refined.

So the witcher looked at the little monster sitting motionless in Mary's arms, as if he was pretending to be dead.

A somewhat outrageous possibility came to mind.

But ghost oil still requires the participation of magic power, although it is very small.

But the little monster has just begun to learn the ancient language and basic spell-casting gestures...

Was the possibility he had in mind actually possible?

The old Duke's knights seemed to notice the strange atmosphere in the room, and they placed the ghost oil much faster than at Aylin's place.

After a while, under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the box was closed.

Follow closely.

Arthur nodded to Vera and Aylin, then hesitated for a second, nodded slightly in the direction of the little monster, and hurried away with the old Duke's guards.

"Bang~"

He also politely closed the door gently.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Vera still folded her arms and leaned against the wall, but she smiled with interest.

But for some reason it reminded Aylin of the evil Ianna.

Mary hugged the little monster and lowered her head, looking pitiful.

This made the demon hunter not know where to start for a moment.

He glanced at the portable crucible and ghost oil materials beside the alchemy table, thought for a while, and was about to speak.

"I'm sorry, I begged Sister Mary to let me stay without telling you..." the little monster's hoarse voice sounded.

Although she was wrapped in black cloth, Aylin couldn't see the expression on her face.

But just by listening to the voice, one can hear timidity and fear.

"Am I so scary?" The demon hunter couldn't help but ask himself.

Then he cleared his throat and looked at Mary:

"Is this why when I arrived, you said that the alchemy room was too narrow to accommodate two people refining medicine at the same time, and then you stopped me and actively moved the ingredients for the ghost oil to my room?"

Mary raised her head, smiled silly "hehe" at Aylin twice, and said nothing.

Aylin shook his head helplessly, looked at the small crucible on the ground, and asked softly:

"Can Yennefer also refine ghost oil?"

"That's right!" The answer was not the little monster, but the very interested Mary, "Aelin, you don't know how talented Yennefer is in alchemy and magic..."

I know……

Aylin thought to himself as he watched Mary showing off her little monster's talents with a flushed face.

From the Northern Kingdom alone, twenty-two sorcerers participated, and at least fourteen of them died in the Battle of Sodden Mountain. Later, he became a member of the sorceress gathering that stirred up the world...

The magic talent is naturally very strong.

As for alchemy...

There is no special mention in the original book or game, but even the extremely wealthy dwarf bankers are willing to serve Yennefer, and the Giancardi family among them has even been funded by her.

It is conceivable that his alchemy skills must be good.

Aylin just didn't expect that these two talents would be realized so early in reality.

to be honest.

He never thought that the investment in adopting Yennefer could be realized, at least not in such a short period of time...

"...And, do you know why Yennefer wants to refine ghost oil?" Mary suddenly asked after praising her for a long time.

Aylin was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"Of course I'm trying to help you!"

help me?

She has obviously been avoiding me!

The witcher walked up to Yennefer doubtfully, squatted down, looked at the violet eyes covered by black cloth, and asked:

"Really, Yennefer?"

Seeing Aylin approaching, the little monster lowered his head as if he was uncomfortable and shrank into Mary's arms.

The witcher looked up at Mary helplessly and said with his eyes, "Are you really trying to help me?"

At this time.

"Don't you blame me for being disobedient?" the little monster suddenly asked.

The witcher bowed his head following the sound.

He looked at the little monster, and it seemed that he could see the little monster on the other side through the black cloth that blocked the space.

Aylin thought for a while and shook his head:

"Of course not. You didn't do anything wrong. Why should I blame you?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Then...did Yennefer help Aylin?" The little monster raised his head cautiously.

"Of course!" The witcher smiled softly and nodded.

The extra one hundred ghost oils helped him earn at least five thousand orens in terms of money alone, not to mention the friendship of the old Duke and the subsequent effects...

but.

Whether it is the ghost oil refined by Yennefer or the one refined by Mary.

After the May Festival is over and everything settles down, Aelin will definitely give them their share of the money and Vesemir's commission money.

Thinking like this, the demon hunter's keen eyesight suddenly noticed a slightly raised spot on the black cloth.

"Does it hurt?" he asked casually.

But I didn't expect that this ordinary concern would be like poking a hornet's nest.

The little monster was stunned for a few seconds.

"Pa tap~ tap tap~"

The crystal warm water drops followed the gaps in the black cloth and kept hitting the ground.

After a while, a large area was wet on the ground.

This made the demon hunter suddenly feel confident, wondering what he had just said wrong.

Just as he looked helplessly at Mary, the little monster suddenly sobbed with a heavy cry:

"It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt..."

"Yennefer doesn't hurt at all..."