Chapter 164 Too weak!
"why?"

The Demon Hunter Master stopped walking upon hearing this and turned to look at Aylin in surprise.

The young demon hunter took a look inside the hotel:
"Master Vesemir, whoever commissioned the Cat School to attack last night was the one we thought..."

"Baiguoyuan... no... including Ban Ade, a large area nearby is not safe for us..."

"So, just like we did yesterday, the two of us will go out to search for clues. It's too dangerous to leave Xius and his friends in the town to take on commissions on their own."

"If we take them with us, we will be too big to hide."

"After all, this commission comes from... the couple we are looking for may also be the one who is looking for..."

"So it might be best for me to go alone."

Ailin spoke sincerely, looking directly into the pair of dark golden cat eyes beneath the black wide-brimmed hat.

Vesemir glanced at Arryn, then tilted his head to look inside the door.

Hughes, Bunter and Fred were busy eating lunch and didn't notice the two people at the door.

Although Bonte's injuries were almost healed under the effect of "Green Sigh", there was still a hint of stiffness in the movements of raising his hand and wrist.

then.

Vesemir lowered his head and pondered for a moment. After a sigh, he advised in a not-so-firm tone:

"That commission is too risky. Another big shot in the country has shown his hostility towards us..."

He paused, then hesitated.
"Or maybe we can just not do this commission, or wait until the Apprentice Fighting Competition is over and send Hughes and the others back so I can help..."

"It's too late," Ailin interrupted, shaking his head. "The big shots are also taking action. If we hesitate for a moment, we may never be able to complete the commission."

"And this commission..."

Ailin emphasized solemnly:
“It’s very important to us.”

"I have a feeling that the opportunity to change the fate of the school lies within."

Seeing that the Demon Hunter Master was still hesitating, Ailin smiled gently, considered his words, and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir. I'm just following the clues I found yesterday. With my current strength, nothing will go wrong."

"If I really run into any trouble, I still have some magic props that Ms. Vera gave me!"

The magic prop of the bloody red fox?

Indeed, Lady Vera gave the "Verdant Sigh" to Arlin as water, so how could she not give him some life-saving props before leaving?

Hearing this, the Demon Hunter Master's eyes suddenly lit up, but then dimmed again.

In fact, even without the props given by Ms. Vera, it is unlikely that Aelin will have any problems.

after all.

Whether in swordsmanship, magic signs or physical fitness, he is far superior to ordinary demon hunters.

Apart from some monster knowledge, searching and exploring, and tips on dealing with people, it is more than enough for traveling alone.

only……

But Ailin is only fourteen years old!
At such a young age, she might have to face a giant like the King of Kaedwen alone...

Thinking of this, Vesemir couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness and frustration.

At this age, she should have been growing up slowly under the protection of the Ancient Sea Fortress and his guidance.

but.

Magic potions, sword oil, essence, demon hunting corps...

Now, he and his school are like stubborn cowards, hiding under the tender wings of a fourteen-year-old child...

What a shame!

Vesemir thought.

Then he adjusted his mentality, still showing a stiff smile, and nodded in approval of the young demon hunter's suggestion:

"Alin, you must be careful."

"For Kaer Morhen, no matter how important this commission is, no matter how much it can change the fate of the Wolf School, it is not as important as your safety."

Ailin's heart suddenly warmed when he heard this, and he nodded vigorously and said:

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir."

"It will be no problem."

Just say it.

Arryn and Vesemir enter the inn.

Two stews, white bread, and ale were already placed on the empty space on the wooden table next to Hughes.

So the two demon hunters nodded and greeted each other, then sat down to enjoy the food.

Soon, several witchers finished their lunch.

"what?"

"Alin, where are you going?"

Hughes asked in confusion when he saw Aelin getting up from the dining table and walking towards the stable.

The young demon hunter turned around and said with a smile:
"I have a commission to complete this afternoon."

Have a commission?

Zeus looked at the witcher master with some suspicion. He looked calm, as if he had known about this for a long time.

If you have a commission to do, why not bring Vesemir along?

Besides, the witchers from the Cat School had just attacked yesterday. How could Vesemir allow Arryn to act alone?

Thinking of this, Hughes was suddenly stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Bonte and Fred who were also kept in the dark and looked confused.

Then he stared blankly at Ailin who was saying goodbye to them.

He seemed to know why.

Vesemir was not brought along because the witcher master needed to protect him, Bunter, and Fred.

Even after being attacked, Arryn was still determined to complete the commission, and Vesemir actually agreed.

This is natural... This is natural because what Ailin is going to do is very important.

It was so important that he had to do it, even if Arryn might be in danger, Vesemir had to let it go.

Zeus, in a daze, accompanied the other witchers to see Arlin out of the inn, and watched him ride on a black horse towards the mountains in the cold wind of early spring.

The figure walking alone gradually moves away and then disappears around a corner.

Xius looked at the end of the empty street and suddenly said:

"Master Vesemir, are we too weak?"

This sentence was incoherent, but the master witcher understood it.

He turned his head and stared at Xiu Si who was staring at the distance.

this moment.

He suddenly realized that this apprentice, who used to doze off in class and flee in panic before a water ghost, did not look like a witcher's apprentice in any way.

It seems... different.

At this time, Zeus also turned around and happened to meet Vesemir's eyes.

He was not timid as usual, nor did he avoid looking away as usual. Instead, he just looked at the witcher master seriously.

"Master Vesemir, are we too weak?" he asked again.

aside.

Fred lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Bonte instinctively touched the wound on his wrist which had just healed and was still a little itchy and uncomfortable, with a look of loss on his face.

Vesemir looked at the scene in front of him and blurted out perfunctory words of comfort, but suddenly changed his mind.

"Yes."

He said seriously.

"Yes, it is precisely because you are too weak that I must stay here and protect you."

He continued with a serious face. "Yes, it is because you are too weak. So weak that Ailin and I dare not even tell you what is happening now."

Upon hearing this, the three young demon hunters lowered their heads in shame almost at the same time.

After a few seconds of pause, the Demon Hunter Master glanced at these children who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, sighed inwardly, and then continued seriously:

"Remember this day, my apprentices."

"Remember this back view and the shame you feel now, young demon hunter."

"The fundamental reason why you were unable to go with him and fight alongside him is because..."

"You are too weak!"

……

Somewhere in a clearing near Ben Ade.

"Oh. So Brett is dead?" The bald man shook his head expressionlessly. "What a pity. His swordsmanship talent was the best among all the demon hunters of the Cat School."

Although the bald man said it was a pity, Guksat could not sense any emotion from his expression and tone.

There is only indifference and coldness.

"Oh" was the only response given by the bald man after Guksat reported the results of the attack on the Wolf School last night.

As for Fredica's death, the bald man didn't comment at all.

"Treys, there is a problem with this commission." Guksat said.

"I know. There is definitely a problem with this commission. Wasn't this known before we took action?" The bald man tilted his head, puzzled.

Guksat's tone paused.

Yes, this mission was originally the king's blatant conspiracy. He just wanted to stir up conflict between the two schools of witchers.

But Guksat still felt a little chilled by the indifferent tone and attitude of the leader of the Cat School.

There aren't many demon hunters from the Cat School.

Including the apprentices in training, there are only about forty of them.

There are only fifteen official demon hunters... yes... now there are only thirteen left.

Because of the king's intelligence, the Cat School lost a full one-seventh of its men.

Judging from the strength of the demon hunters, with Brett and Fredica's skills, the school has lost at least a quarter of its combat power.

But...but as the leader of the Cat School, Treis only expressed his regret coldly.

"That's true, but the king has deceived us."

"How is it possible that he doesn't even know the strength of the Wolf School demon hunters who entered Ban Ader openly?"

"This is different from being hostile to the Wolf School afterwards. We..."

The bald man raised his hand to interrupt Guksat's words, and his cloudy yellow cat eyes revealed a hint of laziness.

He said casually:
"500 orens!"

"What?" Guksat was stunned.

"500 Orens for an ordinary apprentice, my dear Guksat, doesn't this price indicate that this mission is not easy?"

"but……"

"No buts, I told you a long time ago, Guksat..."

The bald man looked seriously at the innocent and doubtful cat-faction demon hunter and shook his head.
"There is not enough food in this world. If wild cats want to avoid starvation, their enemies can even be their own kind."

Guksat was stunned.

Can the enemy be of the same kind?
Aren’t these same kind referring to the demon hunters from the Wolf School?

Why did Teresius' tone sound so... so...

His eyes suddenly widened and shrank into vertical pupils, and he looked in disbelief at the companion, mentor, and leader whom he had always trusted and respected the most.

He felt that Teresius was so strange at this moment.

It was so cold and indifferent that it seemed like a really ruthless and cruel wild cat.

When hungry, these cruel creatures will not hesitate to eat their own newborn babies.

"Teresias, do you know what you are saying?" Guksat couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Of course I do, my dear Guxat, of course I do."

The bald man raised the sword bag on his body, paused for a moment, and said solemnly:
"My apprentice, my naive friend, the Cat School is doomed."

"What?" Guksat looked around.

Ever since being "politely" sent out of Ban Ader by the wizards yesterday, the Cat School has found a place to stay in this forest.

As usual, the witchers found an open space, directed their apprentices to dig a small pit, and then watched them fight in the pit with long swords in hand.

This kind of "real sword duel" is the favorite sport of the cat-faction demon hunters. Except for Guksat and Treis, everyone gathered in the "arena".

Of course, in addition to being an entertainment activity, this is also the final test for the Cat School Demon Hunter apprentices.

therefore.

As long as there are caravans, it doesn’t matter if there are no inns, no stone or wooden houses.

Every forest can become their home.

They can pass on their skills anywhere.

How could such a cat school suddenly come to an end?
"Or rather, it's almost over."

Raising his hand to interrupt Guksat's doubts, the bald man continued:
"Do you think the king just wants to stir up hatred between the Cat School and the Wolf School, in order to weaken the Wolf School or even destroy them?"

Is not it?
Guksat was stunned for a moment and was about to ask back.

The bald man tilted his head and looked into the depths of the forest, muttering to himself:
"No, he wants to wipe out the wolf school first, then the cat school, and completely wipe them out without leaving any alive."

"Not only us, but all schools of demon hunters will perish one after another!"

"why?"

Guksat's pupils trembled when he heard this.

"There are fewer monsters, more demon hunters, law and order is in chaos, and the appearance is inhuman..."

"With so many reasons, who knows which one it is?"

"But I know - the Demon Hunter is finished!"

The bald man sighed.

"Where did you hear this... news that the Demon Hunter is finished?" Guksat asked hurriedly.

"I am the leader of the Cat School. As the school that interacts most closely with humans, I naturally have my own channels."

The bald man smiled, covered up the question, and said sarcastically:
"Those old-fashioned people who live in their castles on the hills are probably still dreaming of reviving their school and rebuilding the Witcher Cult!"

In a short moment, the amount of information I received was too much and too shocking.

Guksat found it difficult to accept it for a while.

The bald man was not in a hurry. He tilted his head to look at the noisy apprentice duel in the distance, with complex emotions flowing in his eyes that even he himself could not explain.

"In this case, why should we accept the king's commission?"

"Shouldn't we unite with other schools?"

"And why do you seem to no longer care about your companions who died because of the king's wrong information? This shouldn't be the time..."

After coming to his senses, Guksat asked repeatedly while still in shock.

"Alliance? Are you serious? Which school would ally with the infamous Cat School?"

"Wolf? Bear? Or griffin?"

Guksat paused when he heard this, and then saw the bald man shook his head and continued:
"Besides, even if we unite, what can we do?"

"I don't even know if all the demon hunters in the world add up to five hundred, and the soldiers of secular kings and nobles are more than tens of thousands!"

"As for the dead scum..."

The bald man turned his head and took a deep look at the horrified cat-faction demon hunter, and said coldly:
"Guksat, I did that on purpose..."

(End of this chapter)