Chapter 133 The Child of Destiny and the Child of Miracle

Many years later, if I had to choose which moment in my life was the most embarrassing, painful, and unforgettable.

The masters of the Wolf School, including Vesemir, must have something to say.

"You...what are you doing?"

The cold female voice was obviously not loud, but it directly drowned out the noisy frog croaking.

The moment a sentence is asked.

There was dead silence at Killer Lake.

"Chirp~"

The birds in the sky landed on the tree and watched the scene curiously.

awkward!

This is really... so embarrassing!
Just now when everyone was practicing the Ice Spear Spell, they just thought it was a normal seal.

After all, everyone is practicing, and “Gua La Gua La” still feels very mysterious.

Once an outsider raises a sincere question, I feel as if my clothes have been stripped off and I feel ashamed.

What's even more embarrassing is that the person is a respected sorceress.

And the sorceress has a wide network of contacts...

"what happened?"

The Chief also walked out of the portal.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw the masters of the school, standing there motionless like statues.

"Whoo~"

"I…we were just practicing the Ice Spear spell."

The gray-haired old demon hunter master White let out a long breath, stood up, and replied stiffly.

I just don’t know whether the answer is to the sorceress’s question or the chief’s question.

The chief was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he lowered his head and touched the short beard on his chin, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve up.

Obviously, as the chief of the Wolf School, he is very strong and has strong associative ability.

The sorceress acted as if nothing had happened and didn't hear anything. She asked curiously:
"Oh, that spell that Arlin created?"

"Can you show it to me?"

The witcher masters looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and all looked at Vesemir.

after all.

He is the only one here who can use this seal.

Vesemir was helpless, and after opening and closing his mouth several times, he was able to successfully operate his magic power.

“Quack, quack, quack…”

The low but clear incantation, accompanied by the chirping of birds in the trees, was particularly strange.

Especially for Vesemir...

Soon, the spell stopped.

A "small" ice spear appeared in Vesemir's hand again.

Then it pierced the birch tree again.

Vera nodded slightly, glanced at the other demon hunter masters, and suddenly said to herself:
"Whether it's a seal or a spell, chanting a spell is to attract the elements to gather and assist in the arrangement of the elements..."

"So it's not the pronunciation that's important, it's the melody..."

Several demon hunter masters were stunned for a moment, and then after realizing that they were being reminded, they were stunned in disbelief for a few seconds.

The bloody red fox, who was well-known in the warlock world for being irritable and impatient, and who was even reluctant to teach his own apprentices, was actually teaching them witcher spells?
In a flash, several demon hunter masters glanced at the chief not far away.

The Chief has indeed reconciled with Ms. Vera!

After they nodded their thanks to the sorceress, they asked their questions one after another.

Soon, the sound of frogs could be heard again by the Killer Lake.

It's just that this time it's much more regular.

Looking at the sorceress who came over after giving instructions, the chief said softly:
"Wei, thank you for being willing..."

The sorceress waved her hand expressionlessly, interrupting the chief and saying:
"Don't be so self-indulgent. I'm not helping them because of you."

The chief shook his head helplessly, hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at the witcher master by the lake, and then looked at the sorceress.

"Crack~"

With a snap of fingers, a light red soundproof shield rose up.

"Go ahead, what's the matter?" Vera asked directly. The chief slowly walked to the sorceress, carefully choosing her words, and said:

"Wei, the Child of Miracles has been reborn from death for a long time..."

"The prophecy was correct, and what we did was correct, so why can't we reconcile?"

"So many years have passed, I haven't looked for other women, and you have always been chaste, you should also be kind to me..."

Seeing the witcher's tone becoming more and more excited, and his emotions so hot that they seemed to burn her, the sorceress took a step back with some discomfort.

This step also interrupted the witcher's sincere emotional expression.

He glanced at Vera in disappointment, then looked up at the peak of the majestic Blue Mountain.

It is a sparsely populated place, and the snow never melts all year round, just like the heart of the person in front of you.

I will never understand it, and I will never be able to get close to it.

Sometimes he even doubts...

Could it be that all those good times I had with her in the distant past were just a dream when I was tired from the bloody hunt?

The sorceress read the witcher's mind.

She stared at him blankly for a few seconds while his eyes were still on the distant mountains.

His expression then returned to being cold, as if the gaze just now was just an illusion.

"Let's talk about it after you get through this stage..."

The demon hunter lowered his head suddenly and asked in disbelief:
"Wei...what did you just say?"

The sorceress sighed, looking at the silly expectant smile on the demon hunter's face. She did not repeat herself, but said in a rare gentle voice:
"Soy Henrietta, if it can help break the fate of the Ancient Sea Fortress, I will agree to your request..."

"If it doesn't work..."

"When Kaer Morhen is destroyed, I will take him away, whether you or Arryn likes it or not."

The witcher was not upset by the sorceress's polite refusal, but instead made a joke:

"Aren't you going to take me with you?"

"Will you come with us?" the sorceress asked.

The witcher looked at the serious expression on the sorceress's face, and after a moment's pause, he felt warm in his heart.

Then he sighed and did not answer the question.

The sorceress said nothing more.

She knew that if that day really came.

He only knew how to wield a silver sword and a steel sword, shout out glory, and gladly accept death.

He is such a fool.

As the eldest son of the family, he gave up his title after being fooled by others and plunged into day after day of pain and fighting.

The demon hunters were torn apart, but they still fantasized about sticking to their principles and returning to the path of glory.

I even thought that all this was fate.

He is the son of destiny, and he will never die as long as destiny does not let him die.

Almost everyone in the Wolf School is like this.

Childish and naive.

The sorceress has actually seen through it these days.

How could a demon hunter who believed in fate devoutly really want to break his fate?
The only one who truly wants to break the fate of the Ancient Sea Fortress is her Aelin, the one who made the prophecy.

Others said they would think of ways and find a way out.

In fact, I am just going with the flow.

But yes.

How can Kaer Morhen, with only fifty or so demon hunters, fight against the Lord of Kaedwen who has tens of thousands of soldiers and the Ban Ader Academy which has hundreds of students?

As the sorceress thought about it, she wished she could persuade Ailin to leave this desperate place and take him away.

If Kadwen couldn't accommodate them, they would go to Temeria and Redania, and if that didn't work, there were Skellige and Nilfgaard.

Correct!
Just go to Nilfgaard, back to Toussaint, that's the best place for Arryn...

"Wei..."

The sorceress frowned, and the moment she looked up from her reverie at the sound, she was suddenly stunned.

It's not yet noon.

A group of people walked down the snowy mountain.

(End of this chapter)