Chapter 138 Even if the price is the apprentice's life
The crowd, who were originally somewhat lax, immediately became serious after hearing this.

"The Wolf School and the Cat School, as two witcher schools in the same country, are not the first time to participate in a competition organized by the king."

“Although the specific projects change every time, the general types are inseparable from three categories…”

"Monster hunting, sword fighting, and melee combat."

Weisermil paused, then continued:
"Hunting monsters is simple. The school that kills the most monsters in an hourglass wins."

"Generally, the monsters that the king prepares are water ghosts. There are monsters like ghouls, but most of them are water ghosts."

“Our school has won this competition the most times in the past.”

"As for the sword fighting..."

Arryn noticed that Vesemir's face darkened slightly, and he knew that in sword fighting, the Wolf School would lose more often.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand.

Although I have never encountered the Cat School in real life.

However, in the game, the combat characteristics of this school are derived from the elves, and the swordsmanship is deft and swift, with great flexibility.

Often during their apprenticeship period, witchers from the cat school begin practicing tightrope walking with their eyes closed.

However, the main reason why Vesemir's face darkened was probably because the Cat School usually spent much more time wielding steel swords than silver swords.

"If the characteristic of Wolf School swordsmanship is rotation, then using rotation to gain maximum power can break through the monster's defense."

"Then the characteristic of the cat school's swordsmanship is speed. It discards all factors that affect speed and focuses on stabbing."

Hughes grasped the point and asked doubtfully:
"Focus on speed? How do the demon hunters of the cat school break through the defenses of the monsters?"

Vesemir's face turned even uglier when he heard this. He spoke word by word:

"The scum of the Cat School rarely accept commissions to kill monsters. Instead, they mostly accept murders, assassinations, and other jobs that violate the rules of the demon hunters."

"The adverse impact of their actions hangs over our heads like a dark cloud, tarnishing our reputation."

“Disgraceful!”

It was rare for Zeus to see Vesemir so angry, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

However, after adjusting his mood, the Demon Hunter Master looked at the four people seriously and reminded them:
"It is despicable to extend the cat's claws to one's own kind, but the swordsmanship of those cat cubs should not be underestimated, especially when it comes to restraining us, the wolf school demon hunters."

Vesemir untied his leather armor, pulled up the white lining, pointed to a narrow scar on his chest, and warned:

"This scar was given to me by a witcher from the Cat School who was posing as a bandit thirty years ago."

“I almost died.”

"Ah!" Several young demon hunters looked at the wound and exclaimed.

It was so close to the heart that it was obviously intended to kill Vesemir.

"Doesn't he know that you are also a demon hunter?" Zeus couldn't understand.

As fellow demon hunters, shouldn't we support and help each other?
How could they draw swords against each other and risk their lives?

"Of course he knows!"

Vesemir suppressed a growl.

"With two swords on his back, wearing cotton armor and wearing strange eyes, how could he not know?"

"At the time, I was following a caravan's carriage. While on the road, I accepted a commission to protect the caravan from monsters along the way."

"On the way, the demon hunter suddenly jumped out from the bushes nearby. His steel sword was as swift as lightning. He killed three or four guards in the blink of an eye and left me with this scar."

"If it weren't for the demon hunter's keen perception reminding me..."

"Whoo~"

Vesemir let out a long breath, as if to let go of the depression in his heart.

It can be seen that even though it has been thirty years since the robbery and murder, Vesemir still hasn't forgotten it.

Instead, he became more and more resentful as time went by. He agreed with the Wolf School's philosophy of neutrality and honor, and he especially couldn't stand the despicable and sinister villains among the demon hunters.

"And then?" Fred demanded.

Vesemir glanced at him and continued:
"Then I used the Igni Sign to set his clothes on fire, and I also saw his cat eyes."

"It was just that he was too badly injured at the time, so he escaped."

Vesemir shook his head helplessly, then turned the topic back to the fighting competition.

"The swordsmanship of the wolf school was not created for killing its own kind, so it has many flaws in the eyes of the cat school."

"In previous apprentice competitions, we often lost in this event. Even quite a few Wolf School demon hunters died at the hands of their own kind."

"so……"

Vesemir looked at the four apprentices seriously and said in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"Show no mercy."

"The backbone of the Cat School is a group of psychopaths, lunatics or sadists, and they choose little vagrants with violent tendencies as apprentices."

"So don't show mercy. If you do, you will lose and die."

"If you can't win, don't be stubborn. Just admit defeat. Life is the most important thing."

Hughes, Fred, and Bunter looked at each other.

Bonte couldn't help but ask, "But doesn't this competition have anything to do with the school's funding for next year?"

“The Wolf School does not need to exchange the blood of its apprentices for money.” Vesemir shook his head firmly and then looked at Arryn.

"Alin, you too. Life comes first, okay?"

Aelin didn't have time to respond.

The three young witchers were unhappy.

"Master Vesemir, how could Aelin be defeated?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Vesemir did not respond to them, his dark golden cat eyes staring straight at Arryn.

Although Arryn didn't think he would lose, it was because of Vesemir's concern for him, and there was no need to argue verbally about the outcome.

So I agreed.

"Yes, Master Vesemir."

Vesemir nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the other young demon hunters, and scolded:

"Of course I know that Ailin's strength is no problem, but in actual combat, can you win just by being strong?"

"Have you forgotten how demon hunters hunt demons?"

"No Demon Hunter Master is stronger than a Cyclops, but a Cyclops is only the lowest level large monster."

The three young demon hunters were confused. They seemed to know something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

After considering Vesemir's words, Arryn's expression gradually became serious:
"Master Vesemir, are you saying that the Cat School will do whatever it takes to win the fighting competition, just like we hunt monsters?"

Although his attributes have improved, they still have not reached the average level of a demon hunter master.

The elemental affinity is not to the extent that a silver sword is needed to break the defense.

So in this dangerous world, Ailin would still die, and maybe die easily.

Just like Geralt the White Wolf was killed by a pitchfork.

“I don’t know,” Vesemir sighed. “I only know that the scumbags of the Cat School must care more about the king’s patronage than the Wolf School.”

"Even if the price is the lives of their apprentices!"

(End of this chapter)