Chapter 162: The Fury of Being Fooled
"Ok?"

"Why is it gone?"

At Fred's exclamation, Ailin looked at the empty ground and frowned.

He quickly climbed through the window into Hughes' room and lit the candle.

Under the dim flickering light, there were only remaining debris from the wooden windows on the floor of the room.

The cat school witcher who was knocked unconscious by Ailin in Hughes' room also disappeared.

"He was rescued by someone!"

Vesemir's voice came from behind him.

Ailin nodded slightly without looking back.

In his sight, the messy and frivolous footprints turned into neat red footprints at this moment.

Concentrate your mind.

The red footprints suddenly turned into two blurry figures.

One of the figures bent down, lifted up the knocked-out Cat School witcher, and jumped out of the room through the window.

Vesemir was right. It was not that Arryn failed to control the strength well, but that the time for which the person was unconscious was too short.

Instead, someone took advantage of the time when the Wolf School witcher was treating Bonte to rescue the two Cat School hunters who were knocked unconscious.

“It’s okay,” Vesemir comforted him. “Bunter’s life is the most important. As for the rescued…cat school witcher…”

"It's also a hassle to stay here."

He sighed and patted Aelin's shoulder.

"Those damn wild cats actually did such a despicable thing just for the reward of the fighting competition..."

Vesemir cursed angrily and looked at the four witcher apprentices around him with lingering fear.

Four experienced demon hunters against four young demon hunters who have just passed the trial...

If Ailin's strength was not in the plan of the Cat School Demon Hunter, it would be difficult for him to imagine what the scene would be like now.

"no!"

Arryn's voice interrupted Vesemir's thoughts.

"What's not?"

The Demon Hunter Master asked subconsciously.

"No, the reason why those demon hunters from the Cat School attacked us was probably not because of the rewards from the fighting competition..."

Ailin paused and stroked his chin with his right hand: "At least it's not all because of the reward from the fighting competition."

"Why do you think so?"

Vesemir glanced around.

Hughes, Bonte, and Fred looked confused and obviously knew nothing.

"Although it's despicable, considering the style of those villains in the Cat School, the two gifts from the king are indeed enough to make them take risks!"

Vesemir said.

"After all, my commission today is just to kill a demon hunter apprentice from the Wolf School."

Ailin murmured, then looked at the Demon Hunter Master solemnly and said:
"Master Vesemir, this is what the Cat School witcher in Bont's room said when he gained the upper hand in the battle."

Upon hearing this, Vesemir's expression also became serious: "Commission?"

"Yes, Master Vesemir."

"This attack was a commission, not an order given to the attacker by the Cat School."

After he finished speaking, the narrow room fell into silence.

Vesemir bowed his head in thought.

Several young demon hunters also understood the atmosphere and fell silent.

The deathly silence lasted for a long time.

Both Arryn and Vesemir had the same question in their minds.

Since this is a commission, then the person who commissioned the Cat School Demon Hunter to attack them...

who is it?

Vesemir's face was dark, and after looking at Arryn, they both had the same answer in their hearts.

But they didn't say it in front of Hughes, Bonte and Fred.

then.

The Demon Hunter Master sighed quietly, stood up and said:

"I'll go downstairs to comfort Bob and Mary. After you clean up your rooms, go directly to my room to rest."

……

After returning to his room, Ailin glanced at the corpse in a pool of blood. He did not rush to clean it up. Instead, he sat on the bed and opened the Demon Hunting Notes with his mind.

[Monster Group "Monster Hunter" Lv36 Subjugation! 】

[Rewards: Defeat the enemy, basic rating D, kill above the enemy level +3-C, decapitation deterrence +3-B]

【Final rating: B】

[Obtained loot: Demon Hunter's Memory*2, Experience Beads*9, Demon Hunter's Treasure Chest*4]

Monster group "Monster Hunter"?

Ailin reviewed the system message after the crusade ended, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

According to the judgment of Demon Hunting Notes, is the demon hunter, who is of the same kind as the host, also a monster?
What is not a monster?
Humanity?

Ailin shook his head violently, chasing away the terrible thought that suddenly flashed through his mind, and looked directly at the spoils.

"The memories of a demon hunter?"

The new type of loot made him pause for a moment, but Aelin did not hesitate.

After your mind jumps to the inventory, use it directly.

"Zi~"

Suddenly, there was an piercing sound in my mind, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

Immediately afterwards, the young demon hunter's body center of gravity suddenly lost balance.

After a moment of trance, Ailin suddenly appeared in a dim forest clearing under the setting sun.

exactly.

It was in the forest, on a long thin rope tied between two trees.

This...where is this?

Ailin was stunned and asked softly in surprise, but strangely he didn't hear his own voice.

Ok?
what happened?

"Brad, hold on to your sword!"

A sudden roar came from behind, interrupting Ailin's thoughts.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw a demon hunter carrying two swords.

The witcher stared with a pair of turbid yellow cat eyes that were unique to cat-faction witchers. He was wearing a blue-black light armor and holding... a whip in his hand.

"Snapped!"

There was a sudden sharp pain in the back.

Ailin's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was about to jump down in anger to teach the witcher a lesson.

But he found that after his body cried out in pain, his sight suddenly turned to the view in front of him.

He can't control his body!

Do not!
This is not his body.

It was then that Ailin realized that he was in the memories of the witcher, in the past of Brett, the man he had killed.

“This is so true.”

He looked at everything in his sight in shock.

The dim sunlight, the huge tree that blocked out the sun, and a small gray bird on the slender branch staring at him...

Not only that!

Feel it carefully...

The coolness of the breeze on my neck, and the burning pain from being whipped...

Is this the "memories of the demon hunter"?

"Snapped!"

Another whip.

"Brett, don't be distracted, practice sword fighting seriously!"

The stern middle-aged male's voice came again from behind.

"Alin" stood with his feet upright on the swaying long rope, constantly stabbing the "heavy" sword forward.

at the same time.

The muscles on the soles of the feet and calves of the legs stepping on the thin rope kept trembling in a regular manner, offsetting the vibration from the upper body when stabbing the sword and stabilizing the body.

This is the swordplay of the cat school, Aelin thought.

This is the confidence that allows Brad to do a backflip and land easily and steadily on the edge of the windowsill, which is less than a palm's width.

Thinking of this, Ailin tried hard to remember where Brett's muscles were exerting force.

Swordsmanship is not that easy to learn.

If there is no one to guide you, you can only learn a rough idea by just watching.

Some key tips are often not visible from the outside.

A certain breathing rhythm that matches the movement, a certain small muscle movement deep inside the body...

Just like the Wolf School's rotation is not simply dancing in circles.

The skills of footwork, muscles, breathing and even prediction, as well as many little tricks that cannot be seen on the surface, have led to countless monster corpses lying under the silver sword of the Wolf School.

therefore.

Although he didn't know if this memory was for him to learn the swordsmanship of the cat school.

However, if he wanted to learn this sword technique and there was no option to use experience beads to activate the skill, he had to remember everything his body felt as much as possible.

"call!"

Another swift thrust pierced through the air.

It pierced directly from autumn into winter, into the white snowflakes falling from the sky.

After being stunned for a moment, the time it took for the scenery in front of me to change quickly increased.

It was in this forest that he spent countless sunrises and sunsets practicing swordsmanship on a thin rope with other children.

Then there were fewer and fewer people of his age on the thin rope around him, and more and more unfamiliar faces appeared.

to the end.

Another trance, a strong smell of rust filled my nose.

The tall trees, children and thin ropes around them all disappeared, leaving only a solitary lamp beside the pool of blood, flickering with a faint candlelight.

ear.

The sound of washing and dragging came from Hughes' room.

[Ding! Do you want to spend 1000 small experience beads to unlock the skill: Cat School Two-handed Sword? ]

1000 small experience beads?
so little?
wrong!

It should be just like unlocking alchemy and ritual skills, it is the memory of the demon hunter that reduces the original unlocking cost.

Ailin nodded, confirming it in his mind.

There is no need to hesitate. He and the Wolf School’s main enemies for a long time in the future will probably be humans.

The cat school two-handed sword is very important to both him and the wolf school.

A lot of information flooded into my mind.
In an instant, it seemed as if Ailin had practiced long sword on a thin rope for seven or eight years, just like Brett.

After a few seconds, the memory transfer ended.

Then Ailin used the memory of another demon hunter.

After a while.

[Ding! Your Cat School Two-handed Sword LV1 has been upgraded to Cat School Two-handed Sword LV3 (2410/2500)]

Ailin opened his eyes from his memory with a livid face. He suppressed his anger and cursed:
"Damn it! The demon hunters of the Cat School are such a bunch of bastards."

……

On the hillside outside the orchard.

"Plop~"

After being thrown heavily to the ground, the two men in black slowly woke up.

"What...what's going on?"

One of the demon hunters covered the back of his head and said in confusion.

"You were knocked unconscious?"

"By an apprentice..."

The standing figure looked in the direction of the Orchard and spoke softly.

"How...how is it possible?"

"How is it possible?" The figure did not turn around, and his tone was a little contemptuous, "Knocked out? Or how is it possible to be knocked out by an apprentice?"

In the deep and heavy darkness, another demon hunter who was thrown to the ground also stood up, his tone also filled with disbelief.

"Guksat!"

"Do you think it's really possible for people like us to be knocked out by a group of demon hunter apprentices who just passed the trial?"

"It's clear that those fellows from the Wolf School were well prepared."

Guksat's face looked a little ugly when he heard this.

It was difficult for him to understand why the good situation had turned out like this.

The witcher master who was most likely to make a mistake was stopped by him and his companions.

Why would four senior demon hunters from the Cat School have problems dealing with four apprentices from the Wolf School who had just passed the school trial?
Shouldn't you be steady and in control?

Among the four, Fredica and Brett were only slightly weaker than him in strength.

But now,
They didn't even save their lives.

Guksat shuddered at the thought of Brett's decapitated head, lying alone in a pool of cold blood.

Executing one's own kind by beheading...

Was the one who killed Brett really the weak Wolf School demon hunter known for his neutrality?
"and many more!"

"Where are Brett and Fredica?"

The Cat School Demon Hunter who had just gotten up from the ground counted the number of people and asked in confusion.

"We might have problems, but they can't!"

"They are all dead!" Guksat whispered.

"what!"

The two Cat School witchers were horrified and looked at Guksat in disbelief.

The man in black next to Guksat timidly glanced at the Hundred Fruit Garden in the dark and said:
"When Guksat and I heard a shout coming from the room next door that Fredica was in charge of, we realized that something might have gone wrong with the plan."

"Then after a few minutes, Fredica suddenly stopped making any sound, and we found an opportunity to leave the battle."

"Then……"

The man in black suddenly paused.

"And then what?" the two Cat School witchers asked impatiently.

The man in black swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice:

"Then we rescued you two in the hotel. In the last room, we saw Brett's body lying in ..."

The two Cat School witchers were a little indignant because of the sneak attack, and just now had some thoughts in their minds like "The Wolf School witcher is too kind, he just knocked them out".

I suddenly felt a strong chill that penetrated directly from the coccyx to the scalp.

Generally, beheading is the only way to kill someone in a fight when there is a huge gap in strength.

For someone with such strength, both the arteries and the heart are better and easier entry points.

after all.

The human neck is sunken and protected by the hard skull.

So this way of dying is more like a deterrent.

To deter these attackers.

"damn it!"

"Guksat, we've been deceived!"

"Who commissioned this order? Who provided the information?"

"They are either colluding with the Wolf School, or they are deliberately watching us die, hoping that we and the Wolf School's demon hunters will kill each other and weaken the strength of our school."

"Otherwise, if we knew there was such a master among these demon hunters, how could we have sent out only such a small number of people?"

"Guksat!"

"Who commissioned us to hunt down these Wolf School demon hunters?"

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, snatching away the only faint light left on the earth.

Facing the questioning of his fellow scholars, Guksat looked far away at the only bright spot in the center of the orchard, his turbid and dim dark yellow cat pupils flickering in brightness.

He looked back.

Even the pitch-black darkness could not stop the rage of the Cat School witcher.

then.

He was silent for a few seconds, and his eyes were also burning with anger at being fooled. He gritted his teeth and said:
"king!"

"The one who commissioned us to hunt down the Wolf School Demon Hunter is the master of the land beneath our feet..."

"King of Kaedwen—Hakthor!"

(End of this chapter)