Chapter 112: Did the Wild Cat make an offer? (Book friends, please give me your monthly votes!)

Kaer Morhen.

The alchemy room in the south tower.

Hearing the familiar prompt tone, Ailin was stunned.

Ok?
main mission?

Demon Hunting...Legion?
Ever since the time we tracked down the group of water ghosts, the main quest hasn’t appeared for a long time.

"What's wrong, Aelin?"

A deep male voice interrupted Ailin's thoughts.

"It's nothing, Chief. Thank you very much for your trust." Ailin said quickly.

The chief glanced at him strangely and did not ask any more questions. He said:

"How do you plan to establish the Demon Hunting Corps?"

"Considering the attitudes of other demon hunters, the school can't give you much help in this regard."

Ailin hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said:
"As long as the school recognizes my intention to establish the Demon Hunting Corps, no other help is needed."

"Well... I may need to intervene in the training of witcher apprentices in the future, but not for now."

The chief asked, "Are you only planning to recruit demon hunter apprentices?"

"What about the ordinary demon hunters?"

Ailin paced around the room, and after a moment he said:

"No, it'll just be Hughes, Bonte and Fred for now."

"Although I already have the title of Demon Hunter Master and a good record, I'm not sure how many Demon Hunters will obey me."

"No matter how strong such demon hunters are, they will only be unstable factors if they join us."

"And it would be too blatant to do so when the enemy could be the king and the wizard."

The chief thought about it, nodded slightly, and agreed with his idea:

"It's fine if you have the idea, but if you do that, the Demon Hunting Corps won't be able to quickly develop its strength."

That's not necessarily true... Ailin thought.

"Not always!"

A cold female voice suddenly sounded, and Ailin's heart stopped suddenly. He thought that the sorceress had read his mind.

Following the sound, he saw that the sorceress was looking at the chief and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The chief asked curiously, "Vera, do you have any good ideas?"

"There is a group of demon hunter apprentices whose physical fitness is just a little short of the standard of the Green Grass Trial."

"After taking the essence in the next few days, I should be able to meet the standard and join Ailin's demon hunting corps."

"Won't it affect the success rate of the trial?" The chief hesitated.

"The only thing they lack to meet the Green Grass Trial standard is their physical fitness."

The chief thought for a moment and nodded.

"Vera, please."

Subsequently.

He looked at Ailin and said:
"I will talk to the Demon Hunter Masters about the Demon Hunting Corps. There shouldn't be any problem."

"As for the demon hunter apprentice who successfully passed the trial..."

Ailin continued, "First, as a reserve for the Demon Hunting Corps, I will call Vesemir to teach these apprentices magic signs and swordsmanship together with Hughes and others."

The chief nodded slightly, his work here was finished.

"In that case, I'll leave first."

After the chief said goodbye, he glanced at Aelin and Vera, then turned and walked out the door.

suddenly.

"Chief, I will find a way to improve the strength of the Demon Hunting Corps as soon as possible..."

"The scene in the dream will never happen."

The chief paused in opening the door, then turned around and encouraged:
“The miracle child brings miracles.”

"Alin, I look forward to your future..."

……

Ad Kalay.

This is a huge city built on the banks of the Lysela River and is the capital of Kaedwen.

"Hu~Hu~" Farouk took a deep breath after just informing the guards that he had entered the outer city of Ad Kale and glanced at the brightly lit palace in the distance.

Not every wizard can use portals.

This spell requires the wizard to have at least a profound understanding of space and time.

Clearly, Farouk did not meet this requirement.

therefore.

It took him more than ten days to return to the capital of Kaedwen from Kaer Morhen with a wizard apprentice.

Smelling the familiar city scent in the air, Farouk's heart instantly calmed down.

"what!"

"Master Farouk, why does it stink so bad in here?"

The young man's disgusted voice broke Farouk's peace.

He frowned slightly, but after thinking about the young man's background and the word "master" he said, he quietly relaxed his brows and said:
"Robin, this is the smell of the city, the smell of prosperity, it is..."

"Master Farouk, you...are you lying to me? This is clearly the smell of a toilet!"

The honest Robin speaks his mind directly and says whatever smell he smells.

Isn't he familiar with this smell? He can smell it every day.

Farouk's brow furrowed again.

If this apprentice's background was not that of the Bloody Red Fox, Farouk would have let him know based on these few words of retort -

Why a wizard is a wizard and an apprentice is an apprentice.

"Ah~"

Farouk sighed and explained:
"This is what Kaedwen's capital looks like. It will get better once you enter the inner city..."

Robin opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted by him raising his hand.

Farouk quickly took out a purse from his wizard robe, opened it and took out three Orens...

After thinking for a while, he took out two more Orens and placed them in Robin's hands, saying:
"I will be meeting the King of Kaedwen in a while. You can stay in a tavern nearby. I will take you back to Ban Ader tomorrow."

After saying this, Farouk saw Robin nod and walked straight towards the palace.

After a while.

After a thorough search, a silent steward led him to the palace.

The corridors of the palace were shrouded in dim lights and led in all directions.

The butler took him around these corridors, and after passing through a large door and two rows of a dozen guards, the view in front of him became bright.

After sensing the stagnant magical elements around him, Farouk knew that he had arrived.

This is the study of the King of Kaedwen, but the king is not reading.

A row of servants held candles for lighting, and the air was filled with the aroma of fruit wine and barbecue.

Farouk sniffed and looked in the direction of the smell.

A huge figure was sitting on an exquisitely carved bench, eating as if no one was around.

This is none other than Hackthorn the Glutton, the most powerful man in Kaedwen.

Farouk was about to salute when he was stopped by a servant beside him, who signaled him to wait where he was.

then.

He stood there waiting for a long time, until he thought the sun was about to rise, and then Hackso stopped talking.

The hand, each finger as thick as a carrot, waved to the side.

Hackso took a piece of white silk from the waiter and wiped his mouth. He glanced at the wizard and said:
"How is the situation at Kaer Morhen?"

"Your Majesty, Kaer Morhen is just like the past few years. Every winter, there is drinking and revelry, and the guards are relaxed."

"Hmph~" Haxo snorted coldly, "Those freaks really know how to enjoy themselves. What else? Is the red fox here?"

"When I went there, Ms. Vera was not there. It should be the same as usual. She just helped the demon hunter prepare the potion for the trial and then left."

Hackso nodded, his face looked much better, and after thinking for a moment, he said:
"Then go back and tell your dean that the plan will proceed as usual."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King."

The footsteps are far away.

For a long time, the only sound in the study was the sound of burning candles.

Hackso stared expressionlessly at the bloodstained bones on the table and suddenly asked:
“Have those wild cats made an offer?”

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