Chapter 111 The Beginning of the Demon Hunting Corps

Demon Hunter.

Professional monster killer.

They underwent mutation and became mutants, gaining superhuman physiques to deal with monsters that ordinary people could not face.

This mutation refers to the Trial of the Grass.

The average mortality rate of up to 40% restricts the development of the demon hunter group and is also the source of slander among the public.

after all.

No parent wants their child to die in extreme pain.

And obeying the law of accidents and handing over one's own flesh and blood is almost the same as killing them with one's own hands.

But if...

Has the mortality rate of the Green Grass Trial been reduced?

even.

Imagine boldly, what if the mortality rate of the Green Grass Trial dropped to zero?
Immortality plus extraordinary powers, the only price to pay is the loss of fertility.

As a result, demon hunter may become the most popular profession in the northern continent and even the whole world.

In this case, which force dares to go against them?

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

The weather-beaten chief began to breathe rapidly.

A pair of silver eyes stared straight at the sorceress.
The sorceress bowed her head and pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"Why not?" the Chief asked hastily.

"I didn't say no, I just said I don't know."

Ignoring the chief's anxiety, the sorceress slowly shook the essence in her hand and drank it in one gulp.

About half a minute later, she opened her eyes and said:
"I have not tried it, so I don't know..."

"But judging from the efficacy of the medicine, there should be more children surviving the Green Grass Trial."

The Chief and Ailin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and began to look forward to the future.

"The next thing to do is to refine a large amount of essence liquid." The chief thought.

Then he looked at Aelin.

Aelin didn't need to read the Chief's mind to understand his expression.

But he was short on time and had hundreds of apprentices.

If the results are good, there will be more.

He doesn't have the time to be a medicine-making robot.

So Aelin looked at the sorceress.

The sorceress nodded slightly, without refusing, and said:

"I will teach Mary how to make the essence as soon as possible."

Mary:?
She wanted to refuse, but unfortunately, among the four people, she had the least say.

Mary was the sorceress's apprentice. Before she became a master, she was the sorceress's property, or even her slave.

Under the sorceress's cold gaze, she could only nod stiffly. Tears welled up on her dark face again, and she forced a smile and said:
"I...I will learn it as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Vera nodded with satisfaction.

"Then the next thing is the reward," the chief said with a smile, "Alin, what do you want to exchange for this formula? Money? Weapons? Armor? Or magic props?"

He did not mention the other formulas. This essence alone was enough to make a request.

Ailin had actually thought about this a long time ago.

He shook his head, looked the chief in the eye, and said:
"I don't need magic items, armor or weapons, or money..."

Upon hearing this, the Chief looked at Ailin deeply and said, "It seems that what you want must be more valuable than these things."

Ailin took a deep breath and said seriously:

"I want to exchange all the formulas I have now for a position."

"What position?"

"Captain of the Wolf School Demon Hunting Corps."

"Ah?" The Chief was a little confused.

He subconsciously looked at Vera and found that Vera was also stunned, so he knew that it was definitely not her suggestion.

"Hmm... I don't remember Wolf School having such a position."

"but……"

The chief stroked the hard short beard on his chin, thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly became sharp and he said:
"If I understand correctly, you want to split Kaer Morhen and establish your own armed forces?"

moment.

A strong sense of pressure emanated from the chief.

"Roar!" In a trance, a giant dragon with wings covering the sky suddenly appeared in front of him and roared at him.

This roar mocked his naivety, pitied his stupidity, and was infuriating at his transgression...

next moment.

The huge silver vertical pupil filled his field of vision, staring at him intently.

I want to freeze him, but I also want to ignite him and burn him into charcoal...

Ailin was so shocked by the pressure that his body instantly froze, like a young bird encountering a bird of prey.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

until……

"Snapped!"

A snap of the fingers.

The school emblem hummed.

The huge silver vertical pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving only the Chief's pair of silver cat eyes staring at him.

Just...was that an illusion?
Ailin was somewhat confused and wanted to escape from those silver eyes instinctively, but he suppressed his fear.

Ailin knew that this was just a test. If he escaped from sight, he might give up halfway.

"That's dragon power, or anti-dragon power."

The sorceress seemed to be passing by, and walked between the two of them, and then said:
"If one day you kill a real dragon, you will also feel this kind of pressure."

"This is a warning from a true dragon to its own kind."

After the sorceress walked over, the chief had already withdrawn his gaze and lowered his head as if thinking.

Dragon power?

Is it the red dragon that the chief hung on the door?

No wonder Mirage Pearl didn't react at all.

Ailin couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Only then did he realize that he was soaked in sweat.

He tilted his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ailin saw that Mary had fallen into a pile of water ghost hearts again at some point.

Seeing that the chief was still thinking, he stood up and moved Mary away from the water ghost's heart.

Mary's whole body exuded a unique burnt smell, as if she had been smoked.

Thinking about the time she would be dealing with the water ghost's heart, and even with the difficulty of the essence, Mary's face would probably remain dark for a few more days.

Even the person who started it all felt a little sorry for her.

"Why do you want to establish this Demon Hunting Corps?"

The chief's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Ailin immediately arranged Mary, then turned his head and looked directly into the chief's eyes, saying seriously:
"Because I want to lead Kaer Morhen through this crisis, the next crisis, and countless crises in the future."

"What do you mean?" the chief asked seriously.

Ailin leaned forward slightly and continued:
"As I said in my previous meeting with the masters, the Wolf School is too fragmented."

"Kaer Morhen is where everyone is born and where everyone gathers, but that's it."

"This was fine in the past, but now that the crisis has emerged, such a loose structure can no longer protect itself."

He paused for a moment and gave an example:
"Just like today at the gate of Kaer Morhen, in a loose organizational structure, the weakest people are guarding the most important places."

"Even if there are mistakes, we can't punish them."

"Because no competent witcher is willing to guard the gate in winter."

"At that time..."

"I even think that the scene in the dream might have happened because of this."

After the last sentence was spoken, silence fell in the alchemy room.

Looking at the thoughtful expression on the chief's face, Ailin knew that it was done!

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the chief looked up and sighed:
"Can your Demon Hunting Corps guarantee that this won't happen?"

"Yes!" Ailin said firmly.

"Okay! I agree!"

The moment the chief finished speaking, Ailin had no time to get excited.

A familiar mechanical sound rang in his ears.

"Ding, a main quest is found: [The Beginning of the Demon Hunting Corps]."

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