Chapter 220 Wild Hunt
"what?"

"Don't I have to go back?"

Mary was stunned.

The sorceress stroked her smooth forehead with amusement and pulled Mary back from the portal:
"You brought so many things, didn't you just want to ask for advice on how to make a new potion?"

"Going back now...are you lying to me?"

The sorceress pretended to be angry, and frightened Mary so much that she took two steps back and waved her hands repeatedly:
"No no!"

"I'm here just to ask for advice...I'm here just to ask for advice..."

The sorceress tilted her head to look at the young demon hunter and smiled gently:
"Erin, I'll leave Mary to you."

"Don't worry, Ms. Vera." Ailin helped Mary take off all the packages on her body and assured her, "I will protect her."

"Hmm~"

The sorceress nodded.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Ailin for a few seconds before turning around and walking into the portal.

"Boom~"

The portal disappears.

Mary and Alin were the only ones left in the camp.

……

"Wow!"

The sorceress left not long after.

Mary suddenly let out a strange cry, and her big, blinking eyes were filled with excitement and joy.

"Are you so happy to be leaving Kaer Morhen?"

Ailin gently placed the crucible in his hand on the ground, looked at the excited girl, and asked with a smile.

"Hehehe~" Mary touched her forehead embarrassedly and said defensively:
"Of course the scenery in Kaer Morhen is beautiful, and the uncles from the Wolf School are also very kind to me..."

“Oh…” Ailin said jokingly, “It’s not Kaer Morhen, nor is it a witcher…”

"It seems that you are very happy to be away from Ms. Vera..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Mary was so frightened that she instantly stretched out her right hand and covered Ailin's mouth at lightning speed.

After looking around secretly with his big eyes, he glared at the young demon hunter fiercely with an expression that said "you want me to die".

Although the portal had disappeared, she hesitated for a moment and then loudly defended herself:
"How can I be happy leaving Ms. Vera?"

"I love being with Ms. Vera the most."

Mary spoke cautiously, as if she were speaking to someone who was not present.

"But I'm always stuck in one place, reading books or making potions every day. It's so boring... a little boring..."

"Now the beautiful, wise and charming Ms. Vera has let me out for some fresh air. Of course I am very happy!"

Seeing Mary's serious and flattering look, Ailin asked curiously:

"The portals have disappeared. Can Ms. Vera still hear me?"

"Of course..." Mary glared at him fiercely again and rolled her eyes delicately, "No..."

Maybe because I was being joked about, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

Mary hammered her delicate fist hard on the witcher's shoulder.

Too bad it doesn't hurt.

But he still cooperated by grinning and covering his shoulders.

……

After some fighting.

Mary finally remembered the purpose of coming here.

She pulled Ailin to sit on the ground and arranged the crucible and utensils.

"Alin, teach me about white honey first!"

"Demonstrate it first, and I'll ask you if I have any questions."

Ailin felt helpless.

Who would stay up late at night to learn how to make potions?
And we are still in the wild here, can't we go into the city to study?

"I do have some dwarven liquor, but it's dark now, where can I find honeysuckle?"

The witcher tried to find an excuse to get away with it.

But Mary smiled and opened her leather shoulder bag, which was neatly filled with many golden and white flowers with long petals.

There are at least twenty servings of honeysuckle here.

Turning further inside, you will see yellow flowers that look like golden butterflies.

There are also about twenty portions of white clover, which are the ingredients needed to prepare the swallow potion.

"All the materials you need are here. The water ghost brain and the ghoul heart for the swallow potion are in another bag..."

Mary introduced the things she had carried to the witcher one by one.

She actually brought all the materials needed for the three potion recipes.

Even Dwarven Liquor, an alchemical matrix that Arlin always has on hand, was brought in three or four bottles.

"Is that enough?" Mary looked at Ailin with her hands on her hips, as if she had expected it.

Everything that needs to be prepared is ready, can Ailin still refuse?
Ailin shook his head helplessly, picked up a bottle of dwarven liquor, and poured the liquor into the crucible.

But it's just right.

Because I'm in a hurry to leave Kaedwen.

He hadn't had time to make white honey and swallow, two very useful potions.

"I don't know where you came up with so many recipes..."

Mary looked at the skillful and fluent movements of his hands, which were full of strange rhythm.

Then he raised his eyes and stared at Ailin's forehead with envy, as if he wanted to exchange brains with him.

She sighed softly and said:

"How come you can do something with even a honeysuckle?"

"White honey... Do you want to make honey from honeysuckle pollen like bees do?"

"Didn't I send you the refining process?"

Ailin didn't look up, but picked up a few pieces of firewood nearby and put them into the campfire that had long been extinguished.

Bend the index finger of your right hand and wave it gently.

"Wow~"

The bright fire instantly illuminated the small camp.

Then Ailin hung the crucible, which was half full of wine, on the bracket above the campfire and began to heat it up.

Mary squatted beside him with her hands folded, and tried to fool him with a silly smile:
"Hey, I haven't had time to watch it yet."

He discovered that his junior fellow apprentice was being bullied by the wizard again.

Mary was so indignant that she would never listen to the entire long and boring refining process.

Ailin said "hmm" softly and didn't ask any further questions.

He took the dried honeysuckle from the bag and

"Look carefully, the processing of honeysuckle is indeed the key to refining 'white honey'..."

"White honey is a detoxifying medicine. During the refining process, it is very important to stimulate the effect of honeysuckle in clearing away heat, detoxifying, and evacuating wind-heat..."

"So, the stamens of the honeysuckle should be moistened with fire-attributed magic according to the rules..."

……

Ailin didn't speak very fast, so Mary could hear him clearly.

However, due to the blessing of Alchemy LV4, his hand movements would unconsciously speed up.

It was night again and the dim firelight was flickering, making it difficult to see clearly.

Mary had to get closer, closer...

Slowly, her little head was about to rest on Ailin's right shoulder.

After all, Mary was still just an underage sorceress, not a feisty witcher.

I waited for Arryn's letter in Kaer Morhen until late at night, and then walked a long way for a long time before I got here.

just now.

As the excitement of seeing my long-lost friends wore off, sleepiness began to take over.

She squinted.

The young witcher's fingers moved up and down skillfully, like dancing butterflies in the dim firelight.

How come she never noticed that Ailin's fingers were so slender and beautiful?

"Like the hand of a court painter..."

she thought.

Although she had never seen what the court painter's hands looked like.

But without beautiful hands, how can you draw beautiful paintings?

Mary studied logic.

So she felt that there was nothing wrong with her logic.

As his thoughts raced, what Ailin was saying suddenly became less important.

The clear sound in my ears gradually became blurred.

"His voice seems to be quite nice..."

a moment.

Ailin suddenly stopped what he was doing and sighed.

Missed the time.

The honeysuckle in his hand, which was soaked in fire magic, was no longer useful.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

The dwarven alcohol in the pot was bubbling and exuding an intoxicating aroma.

Steady breath caressed the right side of my neck.

A light orange scent mixed with the aroma of wine...

It smells like freshly brewed orange cider.

Ailin gently tossed the honeysuckle in his hand aside, then took the crucible off the campfire and placed it on the sandy ground.

Feeling the warm weight on his back and shoulders, he knew that he would not be able to make the white honey potion tonight.

But it doesn’t matter.

There is still a long, long time left for them.

……

Tire na Lia.

This is an elf's palace, or more precisely, the palace of the "Alder People" Ain El.

Unlike their relative Ain Sheedy.

The Ain-El were warlike conquerors who took dominion over every new world they arrived at.

Then the world's wealth was emptied out to build this palace.

She was all pure white, and from a distance it seemed that she was not made of marble and alabaster, but white lace.

Standing on the turquoise lake, it appears and disappears in the misty fog.

It seemed that if a gust of wind blew at any time, the palace would disappear along with the fog.

It was as if she was not the palace, but the soul of the palace.

And inside this white palace, there is a slender tower that looks like asparagus.

A crystal ball, like a black hole, attracted all the attention of the two long-haired elves.

"Did you find it, Avallac'h?"

The elf in dark red rusted armor tilted his head and urged.

"Don't worry, Eredin, I'm looking for it!"

An elf named Avallac'h wore white robes and was unaffected by Eredin.

He closed his eyes and slowly stroked the crystal ball with his hands, seemingly searching for and sensing something.

"How can I not be anxious? Haven't you heard the call of the Gate of Ade Geis?"

"After losing the ability to freely travel through time and space, the long-lost magnificent gate is our only hope to escape the white frost!"

"I heard you. I'm looking for it. We have lost the Gate of Ad Ghaith for nearly a thousand years. The fluctuations in time and space through it are not so easy to predict..." Avallac'h has a good temper.

He did not get angry even though Eredin kept urging him, but explained patiently.

"But you've been looking for three days, how long do you want me to wait!"

"The white frost is coming. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second is crucial. We don't have that much time!"

Eredin's voice grew louder.

The sound was dull and echoed in the tower, as if there were thousands of soldiers fighting each other.

"If it weren't for you, and if you didn't take good care of your fiancée, how could the Ancient Blood's plan have failed?"

"Ain El's iron hooves will step into the new world just like they did hundreds of years ago..."

Before he finished speaking, Eredin knew he had said the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that..."

Avallac'h felt the pain brought to him by Laura Doron aip Shidahar much, much deeper than any of them.

“It’s okay, Lao…Laura is indeed my responsibility, there is nothing to shirk.”

The elf with long hair and white robe sighed softly and did not blame Eredin.

They have known each other for hundreds of years.

This sharpest sword of Ain El has always been so sharp and so direct.

Whether outward or inward.

but.

This is Eredin's strength, and it is also the reason why the Alder King Oberyn has always trusted and trusted him to lead the Red Knights into battle.

and……

Doron...

He was the one who let down the Ain Els who trusted him.

For some reason, the jade-white tower was silent for a moment.

Until the crystal ball that was emitting crystal white light was suddenly covered with a thick layer of gray fog.

"found it!"

Avallac'h suddenly reminded him.

But Eredin needed no reminder from Avallac'h.

Although he is not proficient in prophecy.

But as Ian Savini, he knew clearly what the abnormality of the crystal ball meant.

So Eredin immediately opened his eyes wide and stared at the vague gray mist in the crystal ball, which was like an unpredictable fate.

Avallac'h wiped the crystal ball with his hands, as if he was also wiping his fate.

Not until his forehead was covered with sweat and his hands were trembling slightly did a picture suddenly appear in the crystal ball.

Under the black sun.

Countless blue-skinned monsters are wreaking havoc in a human city.

When the view gets closer.

Countless tall towers with pointed roofs appeared, and among these towers, there seemed to be large monsters different from the blue-skinned monsters fighting with humans.

but.

Before Eredin and Avallac'h could see clearly, the picture in the crystal ball suddenly turned to a majestic snow-white mountain.

There is clear green lake rippling in front of the mountain.

This time the footage lasts for a shorter time.

The two elves only saw a flash of white light, and then it turned black again.

follow closely.

"Click~"

The dark picture disappeared and the crystal ball suddenly cracked.

next second.

"Bang~"

The crystal clear sphere suddenly exploded.

Countless sharp fragments flew towards the two elves.

"Humph~"

Eredin snorted coldly and stroked the black gem on the tail of the long sword at his waist.

These countless fragments created invisible ripples in the air and then fell down.

"Thank you."

Avallac'h, sweating profusely, stood up and nodded slightly to Eredin.

Eredin waved his hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, these seem to be three places?" He looked at the empty table with some confusion.

"There are three places. These are the places where the Gate of Ade Geis appeared in the prophecy..."

Avallac'h took out a piece of white silk and wiped the sweat from his forehead gracefully, then affirmed.

"But didn't the fluctuation of the Grand Gate only occur once?"

Eredin frowned.

"Forget it, I'll go look for that human tower city first."

After he answered his own question, he bowed slightly to Avallac'h.

Then he picked up the skull helmet and left the tower in a hurry.

Watching Eredin's back disappear through the door, Avallac'h knew...

The world that took away Laura Doron aip Shidahar will be in flames again and all lives will be destroyed.

I don’t know what came to mind.

After a moment of silence.

He lowered his head and glanced at the unfamiliar and tired man lying on the mirror-like white jade ground.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly:
"Doron!"

"Doron..."

(End of this chapter)