Chapter 2 Beautiful Elsa
Arryn was stunned when he heard Vesemir's words.

He subconsciously stopped and looked at the sword in his hand.

Although it was a training sword for apprentices, the hilt and guard had no patterns or decorations, but there was no chip on the blade and the blade was polished to a mirror-like shine.

A fine sword, but not a silver one.

Ailin thought about it for a moment.

When fighting against water ghosts in the game, the silver sword was indeed used, but it was switched automatically.

So, you can’t kill water ghosts with a steel sword?
"Our apprentice is very confident. He has just passed the Green Grass Trial and dares to challenge the Water Ghost with a steel sword."

Vesemir made a sarcastic remark, and then said in a deep voice:

"Remember this, Apprentice Arryn. If you lose, I will make you polish all the swords in Kaer Morhen until they shine!"

Before the brain can react, the ears capture the key words.

Ailin replied subconsciously:
"What if I win?"

Vesemir was stunned when he heard the question, and murmured, "If you win?"

He didn't expect that this apprentice was so brave that he dared to daydream in his class.

The monster was right in front of him, yet he still had the courage to challenge him, the master demon hunter.

At this moment, Vesemir even suspected that Arryn was not deliberately provoking him, but the herbal decoction might have poisoned his brain.

"Yeah! What if he wins?"

Leto, who was standing beside Vesemir, added with a gloating tone.

"Hahaha, yes yes, Vesemir, what if our apprentice wins?"

This was fueled by more than a dozen fellow witchers outside the field.

Vesemir was held captive.

His face flushed red, and he drew the "steel sword" from behind, and yelled at Ailin:
"If you win, this sword in my hand will be yours!"

As soon as the words fell, the training ground was in an uproar.

Leto, who was standing next to Vesemir, opened his mouth wide in shock.
"Are you crazy?"

"This is your Elsa, a masterpiece by a dwarf master worth 17325 orens."

"For this silver sword, you borrowed 3000 orens from me and haven't paid it back yet."

Vesemir's face darkened and he placed the "steel sword" in front of his eyes.

The bright and translucent sword body was obviously well cared for by its owner, with a hollow carved guard and a silver-white blade that looked like it would cut the skin at the mere sight of it.

Apparently, Vesemir had drawn the wrong sword.

The steel sword, worth more than three hundred orens, was still inserted in the scabbard behind his back.

None of the apprentices knew what 17325 Oren represented, and they had never left Kaer Morhen since they could remember.

But the demon hunters around knew it.

As soon as these numbers were heard, the training ground became lively.

"17325 Orens? I worked so hard to take on commissions this year, and I only saved 500 Orens!"

"Not bad. Not only did I not make any money this year, but I also lost 234 orens due to injuries and equipment repairs..."

"As expected, he is the youngest Demon Hunter Master in the past hundred years..."

……

Vesemir's heart bleeds.

If there were only a few apprentices, he could of course just say that he had taken the wrong one.

But now,
He was carried from the top of the castle tower in Kaer Morhen to the clouds that float all year round over the Blue Mountains.

Written in cursive on the white clouds were the words: "The youngest witcher master in a hundred years."

He couldn't get off.

“That’s only if he can win,” Vesemir said stubbornly, “He just went through the Trial of the Green Grass, hasn’t learned any signs, and even used a steel sword to fight a water ghost.”

"If he can win, what's wrong with giving him this sword?"

The other witchers did not take Vesemir's promise seriously either.

Water ghosts are the most common monsters, and each of them has killed no less than a hundred of them.

Naturally, I know the difficulty of fighting with only a steel sword.

There's no way that apprentice can win!

In the apprentice training ground, Ailin asked back a question feeling a little uneasy.

He just said something out of habit.

But this is the end,
It was obvious from the Demon Hunter Master's livid face that he would not accept any explanation before Ailin lost the battle.

From Vesemir, to the apprentices, to the watching witchers, everyone thought he would lose.

but,

Aelin doesn't think so.

As his attention focused, his mind seemed to invade a certain aura surrounding the monster.

Corner of vision.

The skill icon of [Demon Hunting] kept flashing, and its color gradually changed from white to red.

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The webbed claws slapped the air and slashed straight for Aelin's face.

The stench of rotting mud was overwhelming and sickening.

Ailin stared at the water ghost's body, stepped back with his right foot, leaned over to avoid the water ghost's right claw, then followed his body's memory, turned around, and slashed at the water ghost's back.

Seeing Arlin's smooth attack, Vesemir's displeasure eased a little, and he commented to the apprentice beside him:
"Yes, rotation is the essence of Wolf School swordsmanship. Imagine yourself as a long whip. Rotation will bring speed and power."

"Alin's movements were very standard, but unfortunately..."

The apprentice who had just woken up didn't hear what happened next. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What a pity?"

Vesemir glanced at the apprentice and ignored him.

However, the apprentices no longer needed answers from Vesemir at this time.

The sharp steel sword, with its rotating force, chopped the water ghost's back the moment it hit it, just like chopping on oiled hard leather, leaving a shallow scratch, and then moving along the monster's smooth back towards the sky.

"This sword feels weird." Ailin thought.

He felt that the sword blade had indeed cut through something, not the monster's skin, but something invisible to the naked eye, which felt like gel when it was cut.

"It's chaos magic."

As if knowing what Arryn was thinking, Vesemir's voice came from behind.

"Chaos magic protects all creatures favored by it. Only silver, the symbol of order, can ignore this protection."

follow closely,

Vesemir's tone softened a little, and he continued:

"Since you have mastered the swordsmanship, you can switch to the silver sword and fight again."

"What about the bet?" This is the witcher Leto.

"Nonsense, of course not."

The Master Demon Hunter rolled his eyes and gave Leto an unpleasant glare.

"I want to try again." Ailin replied.

Vesemir said nothing.

The surrounding demon hunters also stopped their noisy discussions.

After a while, a few people even left the training ground with a little disappointment.

Ailin didn't see this.

He was staring at the blue body of the water ghost slowly rising up.

However, Ailin could imagine what the onlookers were thinking. They were just greedy and overestimating their own abilities...

Indeed, under normal circumstances, he should have given up.

If the attack does not break the defense and only relies on brute force, it is hard to say whether the monster or Ailin will die of exhaustion first.

But the key point is that Ailin's condition is not normal.

On the surface, the attack just now not only did not cause much damage, but also almost made Ailin lose his balance even though he had used all his strength.

But in fact,

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"Come on! Ailin!"

The sleepyhead who had been sleeping behind Ailin shouted to him.

His name is Hughes, two years younger than Arryn, and he is the original body's only friend in Kaer Morhen.

Ailin just nodded and said nothing.

Because the water ghost pounced on him again.

Ailin did not retreat but advanced, stepped forward, and quickly slashed again, but still failed to break the defense.

but.

"Ding!"

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Time suddenly stopped at this moment, and everything around turned into a still picture.

In the painting, the whites of the water ghost's eyes were densely bloodshot, and yellow saliva was sticky on his fangs.

A red line suddenly appeared in the center.

A strong intuition guided Ailin to cut along this line.

then,

The sharp blade was like a child's paintbrush, following the red line and lightly drawing on the painting.

The water ghost's neck appeared at the end of the red line at this moment.

It was as if it knew that the painting was still missing some kind of paint to be complete, so it gladly offered itself up.

"puff"

The scroll moved, and black, dirty blood spurted out from between the water ghost's body and head.

"boom"

Ailin's exhausted body fell onto the headless corpse.

At the same time, a mechanical sound came to my ears.

"Ding"

[Defeat the monster "Water Ghost"! ]

[Rewards settlement: …]

"Erin!" Hughes shouted anxiously.

"Vesemir! Quick!"

Vesemir rushed forward before the witcher Leto could give a warning.

Then, he stopped about half a meter away from Ailin.

Watching Ailin slowly getting up, and then looking at the water ghost whose head and body were separated, Vesemir was somewhat incredulous:

"My apprentice...actually won."

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