Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

When we reached the entrance of the temple, a black carriage was already parked there.

Aelin had seen this carriage not long ago, when they were setting up an exorcism ceremony for the Cinco de Mayo Carnival.

He remembered that there was an obvious dent on the front side of the roof, which was left when he charged towards the giant ghoul.

After approaching, Aylin subconsciously looked at the roof of the front side of the carriage.

"Um?"

The witcher let out a soft cry.

The depression is still there, but it has been painted with gold edges to create the image of a ferocious spiked ghoul.

"This is how Duke Mason asked him to handle it." The familiar coachman noticed the direction of the witcher's gaze and explained with a smile, "Lord Mason said, it is an honor for this carriage to receive such a warrior scar. …”

"I have never seen Lord Mason appreciate a young man so much."

The witcher heard this and looked at the coachman.

Only then did the coachman remember that he had not introduced himself.

He stood up straight and said: "My name is Sayaf Ponte. The Duke arranged for me to pick up you, Ms. Vera, Master Vesemir and Ms. Mary."

After a pause, he bowed deeply to Aylin and said with sincere gratitude:

"You are a hero in Elland, thank you for saving our country."

After Ailin was stunned for a moment, a warm current surged in his heart.

"Thank you," he said with a smile, "but it's not just my fault."

"Really speaking, Ms. Vera was the one who turned the tide. She eliminated most of the demon spirits."

"Of course... of course..." The coachman quickly looked at the sorceress, "Ms. Vera also contributed a lot..."

The sorceress's lips curled up, looking quite happy.

"Without Aylin buying time for me, I wouldn't be able to cast such a spell..." She waved her hand, interrupted the coachman, and walked into the carriage.

The driver was a little at a loss. He didn't know for a moment whether the bloody red fox, who was famous for his pettiness, was telling the truth or something ironic.

Did she feel unhappy because she greeted Master Aylin first?

Would she quietly turn him into a hideous leech?

Master Aylin won't be angry because of his words, right?

…

The coachman's mind had never been running so fast before, almost smoking.

But remembering the rumors that sorceresses can read minds anytime and anywhere, his face turned pale, he emptied his mind, and looked at Aylin pitifully.

Ai Lin naturally didn't know that moment just now.

In the coachman's mind, they had been turned into leeches ten times by the sneaky Vera, and stewed into ten different potions in the witch's cauldron.

However, he could also guess that the coachman was probably worried about offending Vera, so he comforted:

"Don't worry, Ms. Vera is a very generous sorceress with a very gentle personality."

Generosity…gentleness…

The coachman took a careful look at the young face of the Demon Hunter Master and fell into silence.

but.

He didn't dare to think about anything at the moment, trying his best to suppress the horrific stories that came to his mind.

He was also afraid that Master Ailin would suddenly say something shocking that would make it difficult for him to follow up.

Fortunately at this time.

"Good morning, Aelin, Lysa..."

Vesemir and Mary walked out of the temple, diverting the coachman's attention and attracting the attention of the witcher.

"Morning, Master Vesemir, Lady Mary..." Lysa smoothed her hair around her ears and replied respectfully.

"Morning..." Aylin replied.

But the next second, he looked at the strange expressions on the faces of Vesemir and Mary, and asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing...nothing..." The two of them shook their heads and waved their hands almost at the same time.

Under the coachman's heartfelt gratitude, Vesemir saw that Aylin was still opening his mouth, so he quickly added: "Get in the car quickly, it's getting late."

Aylin looked up at the sky and walked directly into the car without saying anything.

Several people outside breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Seeing the witcher's back disappearing into the carriage, Mary and Vesemir looked at each other before following him with concern.

After entering the carriage, the two of them froze for a moment when they saw the sorceress who was looking out the window.

Then Vesemir sat next to Aylin, while Mary glanced at the other empty seat next to Aylin, and then sat obediently on Vera's side.

"Morning...morning...Ms. Vera..." Mary greeted cautiously.

But Vera just said "hmm" indifferently, without even turning her head.

Damn...

Did the instructor “hear” something?

After Mary glared at the witcher, she placed her hands flat on her thighs obediently and sat upright.

Seeing this scene, Vesemir didn't even dare to say hello, he closed his eyes and seemed to be meditating.

When Lysa got on the car, under Mary's shocked gaze, she sat next to the witcher without hesitation...

"Let's go!" the coachman shouted.

Follow closely.

"诱辱辱辘~"

After the carriage trembled for a moment, it moved steadily down the mountain.

"What's wrong?" Lysa, who was being watched by Mary, stroked her hair around her ears uncomfortably.

As her eyes wandered, Lysa saw the blood stains on her skirt.

She was exhausted and in a daze due to days of rescue work. Only then did she remember that she had not taken a shower for many days.

After sniffing, she quietly glanced at Ai Lin, then carefully shrank to the corner and whispered:

"Sorry, I forgot to change clothes when I got home..."

"It's okay..." The demon hunter looked at Mary, then pulled Lysa's hand to stop her from retreating to the corner, "We are all people who often travel long distances, and we don't care about these details."

Mary glanced at Arlin holding Lysa's hand, and felt inexplicably empty in her heart.

She knew why she felt uncomfortable.

But after thinking about it.

It seems that Lysa only knows Vera and Arlin in this carriage.

But it takes great courage to take the initiative to choose to sit next to Vera.

What's more, Lysa is obviously more familiar with Arlin.

So it is understandable and even reasonable for her to sit in the empty seat next to him.

And.

Seeing that Lysa was so exhausted from saving people, even she admired it.

So

Mary smiled apologetically and said, "What Arlin said is right. We are all people who often live in the open air and don't care about these things."

After a pause, she looked out the window and then suggested:

"There is still some time to get there. Why don't you hurry up and take a rest first..."

"Thank you~" Lysa said softly, and then looked at the remaining people in the carriage with some hesitation.

Although she was really sleepy, and when she arrived at the destination, a busy day might start again.

But the etiquette lessons she received in her childhood made her subconsciously reject the unladylike, impolite, and inelegant behavior of dozing off in front of strangers.

"Mary is right. Take a rest. I will call you in advance when we get there." Arlin continued Mary's words and advised.

Lysa glanced at the witcher and heard that his tone was a little tough.

Then she said "sorry" again and leaned back on the soft velvet backrest.

After a few seconds.

A steady and faint snoring sounded in the carriage.

"Wheel~"

The carriage bumped at this time.

The slightly dirty, but quiet and pretty face tilted slowly and slowly, and finally leaned on Arlin's shoulder.

Arlin smelled the faint smell of blood and sighed softly.

He thought about it, buried his body down, so that Lisa could sleep more comfortably.

"I haven't leaned on Arlin's shoulder like this before..."

When Mary saw this scene, the discomfort in her heart that had just calmed down because of pity and admiration surged again.

Especially when she thought that the suggestion to let Lisa rest for a while was actually proposed by her, some complex emotions that she couldn't even explain were like the Pontar River during the spring flood season.

It was out of control.

When Vera seemed to feel something, she retracted her gaze to the window, glanced at Lisa on Arlin's shoulder indifferently, and then turned her head to look at Mary.

Only then did her pretty face flush instantly, and she looked out the window on the other side unnaturally.

Vesemir opened his eyes at some point, and with his right hand he touched the stubble on his chin, watching the scene with interest.

His smile froze until he met Vera's eyes, and after nodding in a flattering manner, he closed his eyes and began to "meditate" again.

That's it.

No words were spoken along the way.

In the carriage, there was only the occasional snoring of the little priest, and the "rolling" sound of the wheels that gradually slowed down after Vesemir opened the door to remind him.

Unconsciously.

Everyone else in the carriage felt a little sleepy.

However.

After all, the Temple of Meliteli was not far from the city gate, and no matter how slowly it moved, the carriage gradually stopped after more than ten minutes.

They had arrived.

Lysa was gently pushed awake, and was at a loss for a moment. She didn't know what she saw, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Are we there?" She asked in a low voice to divert everyone's attention.

Then, like a kitten, he stretched his body and gently brushed away the shiny spots on the demon hunter's leather armor with his sleeve.

"Well, we're here." Aylin nodded nonchalantly.

In fact.

Who among the people present has a perception of more than 50?

Even Mary, who looked ordinary, had a perception attribute that exceeded him, reaching 76.

Besides.

This shiny saliva did not flow out after Lisa woke up.

Get off the carriage.

Aylin looked around.

Four days were obviously not enough to restore this prosperous city to its original state.

Although the bodies on the streets were cleared.

Suspicious dark spots can be seen from time to time on the brick and stone ground.

From a distance, many ruins of gatehouses stood.

Near the ruins, many tents were set up, which should be used to accommodate the citizens who lost their homes.

The wind mixed with a faint smell of rot brought sad sobs from all directions.

In this atmosphere, everyone looked sad.

The coachman Sayaf Ponte parked the carriage in a corner not far from the city gate in Elland City.

This is a relatively large open space, and there are many other carriages with various noble family emblems parked here.

However, they are not the last to come. There are still carriages coming here along the long street.

"Squeak~"

The door was closed.

Lisa tidied her clothes in the carriage and got off the carriage last.

"Follow me..." She lowered her head and whispered to everyone, then led the way in front.

"Lisa sacrifices..."

"Lisa sacrifices good morning..."

"Lisa sacrifices good morning, praises the goddess Meliteli..."

...

Along the way.

Someone would recognize Lysa from time to time, then make way with respect and bow to greet her.

Lysa nodded and returned the greeting.

And there were not only those who were dressed simply, but also many nobles with family crests tattooed on their clothes, and even the smell of incense.

Obviously.

In the past few days, Lysa had done a lot of things in places they didn't know.

Following Lysa through the crowd, from a remote corner of the city gate, to the tower.

Their destination seemed to be above the city gate.

"Mayday King!"

Just as everyone opened the door and walked out of the dim tower to face the skylight, the voice of a surprised young man suddenly sounded in front.

"Pah!"

The sound of heavy bangs followed closely.

"It's Master Arlin!" A heavy male voice scolded.

The witcher looked over.

Familiar silver armor and the style of the long sword scabbard.

They were the guards of Duke Mason, and at a glance, there were no less than fifty people standing neatly on the city gate tower.

"Good morning, Master Arryn, may Cliff protect your sword forever sharp..."

The owner of the deep male voice bowed slightly and saluted with reverence in his eyes.

The young man who was beaten for shouting "Mayday King" touched his head, muttered something in his mouth, and saluted solemnly, saying:

"Good morning, Master Arryn..."

Following.

There was a long row of "Good morning..." greetings.

The guards knights were full of energy, so they were very imposing.

Other nobles passing by the gate tower were curious and asked the people around them about Arryn's identity.

At this time.

The crowd of people in luxurious clothes gathered in the middle of the gate tower suddenly made way.

"Come here, Master Arryn!"

A hoarse and old voice came from it, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"It's...it's Duke Mason..." Lysa seemed a little nervous, her voice trembling, and she walked towards that direction.

When Arryn walked out of the tower, Vesemir, Vera, and Mary appeared one after another.

I don't know what he was thinking.

The guard knight with a deep male voice just nodded slightly and said "good morning", and his greeting to Vesemir was a little louder.

After all, the gate tower is a military defense facility, so the place is not very spacious.

When the demon hunter walked towards the old duke under the gaze of the nobles who raised their heads, many nobles on the edge had to be squeezed out.

However, most of the nobles here are not young, so nothing indecent happened.

The old duke's face was not very good, and the skin on his face seemed to sag.

He was full of fatigue.

I think he must have not slept well these days.

When the group approached.

He leaned on his cane, his upper eyelids floated, and nodded slightly to Vesemir and Vera.

Then.

"Stand beside me!" He said solemnly.

The old duke's words caused a commotion among the nobles around.

Not to mention the attendants and guards.

In such public occasions, people of different status stand in different places.

The old duke should naturally be surrounded by his descendants, or nobles with lower titles.

But at least they should be earls.

Even if there are no nobles with corresponding titles, even if the place is crowded, they will be vacated.

But Ailin obviously didn't have so many concerns.

He walked past the little priest Lysa who stopped and felt a little uncomfortable, and stood directly beside the old duke under the scrutiny of the nobles.

"You are not bad!" The old duke nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned around and looked down at the city without paying attention to the commotion of the people around him.

The witcher also looked over with his gaze.

Down at the city, a group of women dressed as priests of the goddess Meliteli were surrounding many large urns, and they didn't know what they were doing.

But before he could see clearly.

Suddenly, a hoarse, old and majestic voice came from his ear:

"Is the Wolf School willing to move to Elland?"